#hence I gotta make something for him he deserves so much!

[werewolfdog]

You guuuyyssss— M like the paper flowers that I made for him so much!!!!! I’m so happy that he appreciates it a lot. 🥺🥺🥺

[wanderingblindly]

congratulations on the milestones! incredibly well-deserved. you’re a top-tier writer & a pillar of the fandom :)

for the prompt celebration — any drivers (ideally with at least a splash of lando/oscar, if the spirit moves you), with the setting prompt “a cramped [theater] dressing room”.

a PILLAR 😭😭😭😭 what if i sobbbbb thank you so much my love!! i'm so thankful to have such wonderful people here to enjoy fandom with, i'm all emotional now waaaahhhhhhhhh I hope you enjoy the slightly-too-long drabble!! in my head they're like, small time models at an on-location gig, hence why they've been shoved in a dressing room. But you could probably imagine it for a theater production too! Celebratory prompt list here!

Stuck Together

"Can you stand up straight, I'm –"

"I need to do my hair," Lando snaps, face two inches from the mirror – tossing a quick glare over his shoulder. "Quit bumping into me."

"Well I'm trying to get into these – these fucking –" Oscar stutters, hunched over and bouncing on one foot as he nearly topples over. "The fucking leather –"

"You've gotta sit down for leather trousers, mate," Lando says, and Oscar groans.

"Yeah, lots of room to sit, thanks."

Lando starts to turn to say something back, snarky and annoying, when Oscar stumbles – falling to the side and smacking himself into the wall with a gasp. "Christ, mate, don't frickin' break something."

"Haven't got a lot of time, ok?" Oscar lets himself stay propped against the wall, struggling to work the stiff leather up his calves; his hair – yet to be touched by the stylists – flops over his eyes, his cheeks have gone pink with stress.

Maybe a bit of heat.

It's getting warm.

Lando looks away from the mirror, away from where Oscar's struggling a few inches behind him. His heart rate spiked when he saw Oscar's shoulders – bare, his shirt still hung up on the hooks along the wall – flex as he stumbled, when he noticed the dusting of freckles on his skin.

"Um," Lando says lamely, uncertain why his mouth's suddenly gone dry. "Lemme –" He brings a knee up onto the narrow vanity, wincing a little the edge digs into his skin. Pressing a hand against the mirror for balance, he gets himself entirely off the floor. "Here, sit down."

Oscar locks eyes with him through the looking glass, brow raised.

Lando's stomach flips; he can see his own face grow flushed in the brief silence.

"Not like you to be so helpful," Oscar says, hopping away from the wall to lower himself down to the floor awkwardly.

"Shut up," Lando's says even more lamely, so clearly bothered. Oscar doesn't acknowledge it if he caught on – focused on fighting the leather trousers up his thighs.

His really nice thighs.

With a huff, he brings his hips off the floor – shuffling the trousers higher, abs flexing to lift his body in a straight line, a line that Lando can't stop staring at, he's –

Oscar flashes him a look from the corner of his eyes, smiling unevenly. "Gonna say something smart?"

"No." Lando swallows. "You um. You look good."

"Helpful and nice," Oscar laughs, breathless as he finally gets the trousers up his hips and buttoned. He tries to bend a knee to stand, freezing – eyes widened in realization. "I… can't get up."

"What?"

"They're too tight, I – I can't get up, oh my god. Lando stop laughing –"

Lando's giggling uncontrollably, left kneeling on the vanity because Oscar's stuck – stuck shirtless – on the entire available floor. "What do you –"

"Stop laughing! I'm serious!"

"What do you want me to do?" Lando can't breathe, the stupidity of the entire situation crashing down on him. "I can't get off the fucking, oh my god," He gasps, trying to regain his composure. "I can't get off the table, mate, there's no –"

"If you just –" Oscar reaches to grab Lando's ankle, nudging. "Straddle my hips, like –"

"I'm not gonna straddle you –"

"Don't make this weird, mate, please."

"Oh, so you do know how to say please?" Lando yelps when Oscar actually tugs on his ankle, hard. Hard enough to half drag him off the table. "Hey!" He snaps, flailing to catch himself as the wall rushes towards his face, legs finding unsteady home on either side of Oscar's hips. "Prick."

Oscar holds out a hand. "Pull me up,"

"Pull me up, what?" Lando says, finally steady enough to look down at Oscar – who's looking up at him. Who's looking up at him with his brows drawn, pulled together like he's…

Lando doesn't think of the word 'begging'.

He grabs his hand – warm, so much smaller than his, grabbing his thumb more than anything – and tugs. It sends him careening back into the wall behind him, punching the air from his lungs as he heaves Oscar – and his stiff trousers – to his feet.

"Christ!" Lando manages to get out, panicking as he accidentally drags Oscar closer to him – accidentally stumbling forward until his free hand hits the wall next to Lando's head.

He's pinned him.

They're nearly nose to nose, eyes wide with shock. Lando can feel Oscar's slightly heavy breathing against his lips; his eyes flick down. They flick back up. Oscar's staring at him.

His heart hammers against his chest.

It's nearly dead silent.

"Um. You're welcome.." Lando mumbles, face running hot but unable to look away from Oscar's eyes – so close that he see his lashes, the rings of earthen greens and brows in his irises.

"Yeah, thanks," Oscar says, maybe tilting his head just a bit, maybe leaning into his hand – maybe bringing them even closer. "I…"

Lando mimics him, maybe tilting his head just a bit, too. Maybe craning his neck to be impossibly closer, too. Their lips nearly touch. "You?"

"Um, I –"

Lando kisses him first, every cliche happening at once – fireworks behind his eyelids, sugar on his tongue, butterflies in his stomach, Oscar's hands finding his hair and Lando's tongue sliding along his teeth and –

Someone pounds on the door.

They jump apart – as much as they can in the tiny dressing closet – and stare at each other in a panic, lips and cheeks pink.

"You leave first." Lando whispers quickly.

"They know we're in here together, mate," Oscar whispers back, wiping at his mouth. "Act normal." He reaches out, swiping his thumb against Lando's lips, too – as if that will help Lando calm down.

"Right, normal. Yeah."

[chaifootsteps]

Hi, hi! I've been a longtime follower of your blog, but this is my first time sending in an ask because of anxiety. You're the most consistent blog that keeps up to date with Viv and her work. As someone who first saw Viv through the Die Young animation, and watched the HH pilot when it was first released, I grew disillusioned as s1 of Helluva Boss slowly aired. It was mostly because I didn't really enjoy the Stolitz ship and I believe the Erin Frost drama had come out (god bless Erin - she, Ken and everyone else deserved so much better). Plus the world-building and character development was just so off.

I know people have said this before: the concept Viv has is good, but the execution sucks. There's a vision but the product is so damn juvenile. I'm ace, and I became attached to Alastor due to him being ace as well, but we all know how Viv responded when the ship wars were happening. I couldn't stand the constant sex jokes or swearing in HB since when was it required for an "adult" show to have that?

Thank you for the episode leaks. Only got to see ep 1 before they were removed. The only thing that made me laugh out loud was the Niffty gag where she stared dead into the camera. I also liked Adam a bit? Sure the "original dick" thing went on way too long, but he was funny too. I surprising enjoyed his song - the lil fist bump he did with Lute was cute, and I like Lute but knowing Viv's record... eh. There was this cool shot where Adam flew up and Lute and those golden angels go behind him and spread their wings making Adam look like the biblically accurate angel. Except Adam himself ruins the effect because what the ever-loving heck is he wearing? I hate it.

In terms of shipping, I wasn't into the Huskerdust interactions. Angel wasn't flirting, that was sexual harassment. In the pilot it was okay because their interaction was brief and Husk pushed Angel off. Chaggie was... something. I genuinely feel that Chaggie could've worked had they not been established as a couple in the first place. The reason why Charlastor (and I guess Charlentious?) happened is because they had chemistry and their interactions could be read as a romantic interest. Since Chaggie was already established, there was an expectation for them to have those, but they weren't delivered and we know well that they weren't supposed to be a thing in the first place. Have Vaggie still be her bff and bodyguard, but show those moments where she genuinely cares for Charlie's well-being that indicates she's in love with her, yet Charlie is completely oblivious to everything. Actually, reverse harem Charlie sounds pretty funny to me.

Btw, armchair psychology anon, as a person studying psychology in my final year of college, dw about people taking issues with your speculations. NPD and other personality disorders are ego-syntonic, which means that the individual's behaviours line up with their beliefs, hence why PDs are only diagnosed during adulthood once brain maturation and personality development is reached. The only exception to this is ASPD (which NPD shares a category with called Cluster B along with histrionic and BPD) as you can diagnose a child with conduct disorder that can become ASPD when they're adults. Cluster B PDs are terribly demonised by media and the public despite the volume of research (I blame misunderstanding and ignorance). Viv could have it or could not; it's just that she shows signs of having it, and that's it. Even if she doesn't, she's still an awful person. Idk what happened in her childhood or some point in her life for her to become like this, but it doesn't excuse treating people like crap - oh wait, ain't this her characters in a nutshell?

That's all I gotta say for now. I hope it's okay to send more like this in the future; I'd love to be a specific anon but idk what's already taken lol. Take care, Chai, and I hope you have a good day/evening.

By all means, send as many as you've got! Because this was a delight to read.

Let me know when you come up with a name. I'll give you a placeholder one for now.

[brattylikestoeat]

Brattyyyyy. Something's up with you. You in the mental space to share? You doing ok? Are you safe? These men you're talkin about got me nervous for you

Let me vent for a second.

Donald is walking on the thinnest of ice at the moment. I understand we both can be busy but it’s no reason for us to be in the same city for two weeks and I not get flowers. And what makes it worst is he asking for my schedule then doing nothing with it.

Ted is an angel but he wants to live on my skin and sometimes (a lot of times) I just want to be alone. I like being by myself. If I insist on alone time he thinks I’m angry with him.

Quay (he comes and goes) got outta jail and immediately jumped to harassing me. This is after he said he would get his sister to drag me. Do you like me or not? One day you are apologizing the next you threatening my life. 

Hood nigga at work did some foul shit. We literally went from besties to enemies in the span of 3 days. I don’t care that he quit, you gotta do what you gotta do but the way he went about it was crazy. The same week the hurricane blew thru Atlanta he just stopped showing up to work. We thought something was wrong with the nigga. Me and a few others text him and he left all of us on read. Then by Monday this nigga had blocked us all no explanation. And I was just like wtf?

TG saw me once in passing and now is back to texting me excessively. And it swings back and forth from I miss you, to you ruined my life. As much as I wanna take credit for ruining his life, he was a coke head before and after me lol.

Saturday night I went to a bar that Ted was bouncing at. Saw this guy harassing a girl and I spit on. I apologized to Ted and his coworker cuz they had to step between me and a man. Which I didn’t like hence the post. I’m not sorry for spitting on him because I felt like he deserved it but definitely wrong place and time.

This plug is definitely annoying me. Once he showed me his dick it was no longer just business. He trying to clean it up and I’m not interested. I don’t wanna buy from you no more, I don’t wanna kick it with you at functions no more. My money was always good and consistent, so he fucked up.

That’s all I can think at the moment. 

[fumikomiyasaki]

Yakuza oc- Meet Stephanie Ailana

Given I am close to finishing Infinite Wealth Yakuza 8 I was kinda brainrotting about making a Yakuza oc... an optional one you could recruit in Hawaii.

Age: 39

Unique Class: Assistant

Certain Traits: Coffee Addict, workaholic, Anime fan,

Stephanie also known as Steph was born in Honolulu however her Uncle was a Yakuza in Japan and as she started to grow older she made a trip to her uncle and trained fighting under him with the Deck name of "Steve"... he was also the reason she got those flower tattoos now however eventually after a few years passing, her Uncle got killed thanks to a hit and she had to return to Hawaii to her parents... she tried quickly to excape her household in getting an office job and financing herself and own home however after years of hard work to the point of burn out she was fired from her place and minijobbed as a waitress instead. Despite that her previous connections to her uncle still made her a target for many of the Barracudas to want to manipulate her on their side.

Stephanies isn't blue haired Naturally of course, she dyes her hair to resemble her favourite Heroine in a Manga she loved... trying to eminate her title of the Seas voice... She herself doesn't have that much confidence in her looks but in her combat skills, using a Scissor as main weapon and also being an expert at using guns... She does get violent for self defense a lot but pushing her in a corner can end very badly... in itself she is a kind soul who just wants to be usefull but often disregards her own health... hence some of the Team members have to watch out for her. Ichiban kinda helped her in the Sub story to push the Barracudas away who tried to blackmail her and he did seem just the Hero like in some of her favourite stories... that she couldn't help but repay her debt for getting the help and see how it goes...

Below is her opinions on each team member so now it gets a little spoilery if you didn't recruit everyone:

Ichiban Kasuga: She admires him since the day he saved her… but is also quite the worry wart about him… Steph lacks a bit of confidence and he encourages her all the way so she knows she can rely on him even if they get into trouble… she is still unsure if its just friendship or something more but she knows she cares about him a ton.

Eric Tomizawa: They have a lot of laughs.. she overheard a little of him and Ichiban talking about his previous relationship and she feels her deserves more of life. She knows he been through a lot and as hawaiians you gotta stick together. He also can understand her situation given he been through some similar things so… in all both support another to get each other up again. Sometimes he is also a bit surprised when she does approach him more direct after growing through her journey cause she seemed timid before

Chitose Fujimura: She was sceptical of her at first… something seemed off to her but eventually Chitose became like a little sister she never had…especially once Steph got stronger she was able to encourage Chitose as well on her change. Chitose also helps steph find her own style and shine far more…

Yu Nanba: She was very off put by his smell but he actually became a great Drinking buddy… she can't understand him a lot but he is sympathetic to her… even learned to watch her stress and health more… she appreciates him

Koichi Adachi: Calls him Old geezer at times… they do work together but they have their banter… you could say she sometimes picks on him so he does better but eventually they probably see eye to eye… but for now she often doesn't take him seriously

Seonhee: She would idolize her to an extent, Seonhee is as strong as Stephanie wants to be… she is pretty too… but I feel Seonghee could give her advice how to do better

Saeko Mukoda: She wasn't that fond of her… to hear Ichiban went on a date and got a heartbroken by her she would never get her nor think she just be a mean girl but eventually she learned to respect her more… yet they dont have much in common so they won't be that close

Tianyou Zhao: Gets a little irritated by him at times… he is Chaotic, hard to read… she is unsure what to talk with him… but what she is confident in… the food he makes is amazing and she got to give him that

Joon gi Han: She would lie if she said he didn't catch her attention… he did look like a guy from a band she would be fangirling for… and in itself does catch herself staring at him from time to time… he doesn't know why she does… its moreso she admires him from afar

Kazuma Kiryu: She was very intimidated of him at first given the rumors… untill she saw him sing Karaoke for the first time and had to chuckle… she respects him but also worries about him given his condition. She might have tried to therapy him with her words but to no avail so… she just hopes he doesn't overdo it

[kachow-i-love-being-me]

Me when I get possessed to write about cars human au

I wish I could write this much about my ocs

This is not a ship!!! Unless u want to interpret it like that :3

Cruz and Jackson (and Danny)

“Great job out there, costume girl. Third place bronze looks great on you.” Jackson Storm grimaced as he passed Cruz Ramirez after the latest race.

“Hey, what is your deal, Storm? Why do you gotta be such a dickhead all the time?” Cruz challenged him. What right does he think he has to speak to her like that?

He didn’t even turn to face her. “I don’t know what you mean.” He almost singsonged. Everything about Jackson from how he spoke to how he held his stature, even how he wore his hair and the faces he pulled, made Cruz’s skin crawl. She thought it was impossible for him not to enrage her.

“You do too know what I mean.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.” Cruz really didn’t want this to turn into a never-ending back and fourth. “Whatever.”

She trudged behind him unwillingly, in his shadow both figuratively and literally, then stopped before Storm had caught up to Danny Swervez, the guy who came in second place. He dapped him up and brought him into a celebratory hug.

“Awesome job, dude.” Danny complemented.

“Yeah, yeah same to you.” Jackson half-heartedly responded.

Cruz watched this exchange through slanted eyes. He was so fake, and Danny didn’t even realise it. She felt sorry for the number 19 racer.

Swervez always came off quite closed-off at first, even unpleasant at times. This was why he still hadn’t made any real friends among the racers. Only Cruz bothered to see past his cold front, hence why she was the only one he seemed to talk to. Of course this then meant that he was going to be buzzed with any sort of positive recognition from any of the others; the perfect chance for Jackson to make a mug of him in his weird, twisted ways.

Storm had another thing to say. “Your technique was incredible. Opening up the inside lane for me to sneak right past ya,” he grinned, “I appreciate it man.”

There it was.

Cruz felt her stomach drop as she watched Danny’s eyes switch into a look of embarrassment, he kept his smile but it was clearly weakened by the snide comment.

“Y-yeah. It was…” he struggled to find his words, but that didn’t matter because he wasn’t given the chance to say anything else.

“I’ll see you around, Swervez.” Jackson gave the shorter racer a pat on the back and let his attention be taken by the press waiting to speak with him.

Cruz didn’t want to look at him any longer. He took way too much of her attention, but it wasn’t her fault he was so infuriating it was too hard to ignore him!

She headed towards Danny and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t let him get to you. He doesn’t deserve any of your time.”

The boy smiled to her but it was clear he was a little disheartened. Jackson really needed a good telling-off. Surely there was at least some small chance of him being capable of acting like a decent human being? Cruz doubted it. He was about as ill-mannered as it gets.

Ouuu I might do more of this later idk

If not continuing this scene then definitely something else related to these characters cuz I’m a little bit slightly obsessed

[ciaossu-imagines]

What are the characters that you think are most like you? (In any way: food, taste, morals, just in general)

Oh wow! This is actually a really great question, one that makes me think a lot and examine some of myself. However, because I do write for an absolute fuck-ton of fandoms, and there are characters within all of them that I relate to (hence why I write for most of them), I’ll need the fandoms narrowed down. I’ll touch on a couple of the big fandoms on here and one that is a very small fandom on here but honestly, is the most honest answer.

That honest answer? I’ve never related more to a fictional character more than I see a lot of myself in Shigeo Kageyama, aka Mob, from Mob Psycho 100. Especially in Season 1, I saw so much of myself, in various ways in him, to such extents that I’m a little ashamed to admit I had to take a couple cry breaks at certain scenes. Even Reigen, I saw some bits of myself in. Overall, I cannot say enough good about that show, about the characters, and just everything about it.

From Bungou Stray Dogs, I see bits and pieces of myself in a lot of the characters, but especially Atsushi. The scenes of him constantly kind of ���reliving’ the abuse he suffered through his formative years, rehearing those insults and the ingrained beliefs he kind of has that he has to be ‘useful’ to those around him just to justify his existence is something I relate to hard. Because of a mother who really did raise me to believe that if I wasn’t doing, then I wasn’t good enough to be deserving of anyone’s love, time, or attention, I felt those moments of his too much, know how it is to still hear those things years after they happened, and know how hard it is to overcome that, and really do appreciate Atsushi a lot because of that. I also see a lot of my own internalized idealism that I fight a lot against and a lot of my major OCD compulsions about note taking, planning, scheduling and such in Kunikida.

I relate a lot to Unsui from Eyeshield 21,  Odie from Class of the Titans, I feel a lot like Badou from Dogs when I go without a cigarette for too long…though I’ve gotten compared by friends to Ford from Gravity Falls, I relate a lot more to Stan actually. I relate to both Harr and Loki from Ikerev. I relate a lot to V from Mystic Messenger and Gojyo from Saiyuki. In Servamp, I see bits and pieces of myself in Tsurugi, in Tetsu, and in Sakuya.

From K Project, I really do see a lot of myself in Bandou – the geeky interests, the intense desire to be liked by other people, the bravado to hide some insecurities, the interest in more alternative ways of life, but I also see a lot of my younger self in both Eric and Dewa…especially the pretentious phase I went through as a teenager in Dewa.

As far as KHR goes, I’ve kind of covered this before, so the answer really remains the same in that I can see bits and pieces of myself in a lot of the characters, but especially Tsuna, Gokudera, Shoichi, Enma, and Skull. Heck, even gotta say – me and Byakuran share a similar fashion style (atrocious) and a love of sweets.

[bonesandthebees]

So Everything else has gone wrong is giving me major Pogtopia vs. Manburg vibes. It’s always fun trying to spot the events and relationships referencing canon in AUs. The crimeboys be doing crime, but they aren’t the only ones. They are just slightly better at it because of some supernatural abilities. And I love how that is 1. Not a common thing at all, which explains all the secretly having to switch you could just take as trying not to be seen because Wilbur’s being cased.

2. It seems to be a hard magic system. Wilbur can’t just change into anyone, he has to constantly consciously keep the change in position. Because of that he has to know what the person he shifts into looks like, and I love that how well he knows a person affects how fast he can shift into them. On top of that there’s some serious painful drawbacks and a clear limit on how long he can keep going (which depend on how often his shifts and how much energy he has).

Tommy seems to have the same thing. I don’t know what things clairvoyance is capable of because I don’t think I know what the word means in English, but it seems to be some combination of telepathy and being all-knowing, but in a way where you have to focus to do it. So obviously Tommy uses that to always bet on the right outcome. Also, his drawbacks seem like shit.

Gotta love all the references to backstory such as whatever happened between Niki and Schlatt as well as Quackity, Schlatt and Wilbur. It’s a nice example of showing vs. Telling. We are technically told what happened between Niki and Schlatt (though it’s vague enough to not feel like exposition and it’s done by a character talking). We are very clearly told something happened between Schlatt, Quackity and Wilbur, but then we are shown how close they were via Wilbur knowing him well enough to know he’s not bluffing and the touching knees. Also, Quackity not selling Wilbur out mainly because Schlatt’s a bitch but also a little because Wilbur indirectly says he deserves better than Schlatt. (though Schlatt not believing him is a very good point.

Also, gotta love self-sacrificial Wilbur. Though he does have a much better chance at getting away with it and Tommy has the money on him, but it’s more protective older brother than common sense. Still, it’s a solid plan, it’s just a shame he overexerted himself by running and shifting and couldn’t hold on until he was actually safe. Also, that he didn’t think of Niki because that held him up and made him have to shift longer.

As you can tell, I’m mild obsessed with this concept. I love the worldbuilding. It’s very intriguing and fun.

-🌲

YEAHHHH the dynamics were definitely inspired by pogtopia vs manberg. I love including loose parallels to dsmp events I feel like it's just such a fun thing to base conflict on

yeah I wanted to make crimeboys abilities not be a normal thing in the world bc i see so many aus where 'powers' are considered the norm. and that's all well and good I've written those myself, but I just wanted to try something different. so yeah the general public does not know those abilities exist at all, hence why wilbur and tommy have to keep it a secret.

I wanted wilbur's shapeshifting to feel realistic. I had to think to myself how I wanted it to function—whether it was more of an illusion-type thing where wilbur can just project an alternate image to everyone around him, or if he's actually physically changing his body. I went with the latter because I felt like it had a lot more restriction to it, which made it more interesting for me to work with. technically he doesn't have to personally know someone well enough to shift into them, but he has to have spent a LOT of time observing them which is almost only going to happen when he, y'know, hangs out with someone a lot. like could he stalk a stranger for days on end and be able to shift into them really well without saying a single word to them? technically yes. but it's just easiest if he knows the individual personally.

clairvoyance is defined as 'the claimed psychic ability to gain information about an object, person, location, or physical event through extrasensory perception.' it can also be described as being able to perceive future events 'beyond normal sensory contact'. it's kind of a loose term when it comes to describing psychic abilities, but for tommy specifically I decided he's got three main things he can do. 1) he can remotely view a location or person he's not physically near. technically, he can only do this to a limited range, so if he's inside a building he'll just be able to look out onto the street but not go much further than a block or two. but because of the psychic link he and wilbur have, he can remotely view wilbur and the area he's in up to way greater distances, so that's what he's doing for most of the chase scene. 2) he was able to form that psychic link with wilbur, giving them the ability to communicate telepathically (not technically part of clairvoyance but it's just a bonus I gave him). wilbur didn't do this at all, that's not in his wheelhouse. tommy bonded them. 3) perceive future events but only in a very limited sense. this is how tommy was good at gambling. he can see what's going to happen right in front of him in the next few minutes. it tires him out to do this because it's an ability he has to 'activate', and he can only see what's going to happen around him specifically, hence why he doesn't use this during the chase. but if he's about to bet on a dice game or a roulette wheel, he'll be able to see what the winning number will be before it happens

I had so much fun indirectly explaining the backstory between those four characters (wilbur schlatt niki and quackity). especially with the 'niki' and schlatt interaction. it's such a unique perspective to get for a convo like that (schlatt thinking he's talking to niki but he's actually talking to wilbur), and I had a lot of fun playing around with how I'd imagine wilbur would act pretending to be niki while also setting up schlatt and niki's dynamic in this.

and then of course quackity. ah, tntduo. they gotta have something going on in every universe lmao

yeah while wilbur's plan was him pulling a self-sacrificial move it was also the best option for their situation. they were going to be way slower running through that crowd together, so getting tommy away was the priority. and what better way to do that than by tricking the guys following them? yeah, it exhausted him, but if he had chosen someone other than niki to shift into after tommy then he would've gotten back to tommy way faster. it was only bc pulled that stupid move that he was delayed talking to schlatt and overexerted himself so much.

i'm so glad you enjoyed!! i had so much fun with the worldbuilding and dynamics of it all

[cdc1345711]

Unlikely Cartoon-Force Scenes

"Steak-Out"

(Alucard,Koro Sensei,Martin Chatterly and Dudley Ding Dong are inside the Team van spying on a suspected drug deal going down as the 2 Look Vigilantly)

Koro: It's been over 3 hours when is this deal going down?"

Alucard:Patience my Friend stakeouts take some time(sniffs the air) what's that smell?"

Martin:Smells like.....HOLY CRAP SMOKE WHAT THE...."

(The 2 look behind to see Dudley using a small grill)

Martin:Uh Dud what the Hell you doing?"

Dudley:Cooking steaks"

Everyone:Why?"

Dudley:Well it's a 'steak-out' so obviously I'm cooking steaks(everyone looks in confusion at him) y'all want some?"

Koro:(munching on a steak) This is a good steak"

Martin:Yeah great job Dudley"

Dudley:Thank you"

Alucard:very well done(looks out the window) I SEE THE DEAL LET'S GO"

(The team calls in for back up as they start driving into the deal)

The End

"Macy's Birthday"

(Hermione and Macy have had a .....'unique' relationship mostly being friends with benefits however it doesn't hide their true feelings especially when one's birthday approaches hence Hermione shopping with Loona, Octavia,Rebecca,Brenda and Fenneko)

Hermione:Thanks again for helping me find a gift for Macy"

Loona: It's cool Hermione"

Octavia:I honestly didn't have much to do"

Hermione:I just want to find Macy the perfect gift"

Brenda: Don't see why you gotta, ain't you two basically friends with benefits?"

Hermione:(Blushes) Well yeah but.... You see..... Everyone deserves a gift for their birthday:

All the Girls:Uh huh"

Hermione:Okay let's brainstorm.... Perfect gift for Macy"

Fenneko:How about a Gift Basket?"

Rebecca:You mean those Fru-Fru baskets with Colognes and shit? Macy won't like that.... Maybe Old Spice I guess"

Hermione:No not likely they irritate his skin(everyone looks at her) hey we sometimes pillow talk, it's not weird"

Fenneko:Anyway I mean like a gift basket with Crap Macy would like, for example on his social account it seems he's a proud soldier,great hunter,loves beef jerky and the majority of his Casual clothes are either sleeveless shirts and flannels"

Hermione:Oh you're right, well everyone let's make us a Macy Gift Basket "

(the gang shops at stores Macy might like, Buying a huge basket and filling it with Flannel,Camo pants,Cool dude shades,beef jerky,ribs,pork cracklins,Cajun spice,a Glock 49 no ammo, and his favorite booze, leading to the girls relaxing and having lunch)

Hermione:What a long day.... Wait where's Brenda and Rebecca"

Octavia:I think they're off getting one more gift"

Brenda:We back bitches(carrying a bag with....)"

Hermione: Victoria's Secret? What did you get there?"

Rebecca:Oh trust us....."

Brenda: Macy is gonna like it"

Hermione:(Looks inside) oh God...."

(Later Macy enters his room and sees the basket)

Macy:What the?(Looks inside and sees the stuff inside)Holy crap someone must have done their resear.... Oh Fenneko(sees roses on the floor)the Hells this?(Follows the trail into his bedroom and sees a beautiful)oh my shit,Hermione?"

Hermione:(Wearing the lingerie Brenda and Rebecca got her)Happy birthday Macy"

Macy:You know you didn't have to go through the trouble for me"

Hermione:I know.... But with all we've been through.... The moments we shared.... I felt you deserved a good present..... You like it?"

Macy:The Basket? Yeah it was great but I see something better here"

Hermione:Haha oh you"

(They both kiss as Macy lifts Hermione up)

Hermione:Whoa big Guy"

Macy:Seems I got one more Present to 'unwrap' heehee"

Hermione:Hey it's your present.... Go wild"

(The two share one more kiss before engaging in incredible yet passionate love making,an end to a good birthday)

THE END

[11271976-07142023]

Part of my newly found happiness is knowing you’re not hurting anymore. I never wanted you to leave, to ‘end’, but I very much wanted your pain and suffering to leave, to end. It’s a relief, that you’re no longer going through that. I felt your relief when you came out of your body. I can’t ever forgot that feeling. Ever. It was something I never imagined I’d ever feel/experience. You gave that to me, somehow. I know I was the only one in that room to feel/experience it. It made me happy🥰. Hence why I was the only one smiling, with no tears. I was puzzled, bc I looked around like, omg did y’all feel that?! 😃! Butno. Nobody else did. They were looking at me puzzled. 🙃🙃🙃. You were still there, my love. In me, maybe ? I dunno but you were still very much going. One day I’ll experience what you did. I do hope to see you again. You haven’t been in my dreams. Not since the ugly dream. Of you fading in and out, and Canada falling in love with some new Pisces woman who was very much Andrea. Haha 🔪🔪🔪. I know I’ve been a fool. For too long. But you’d say he’s the fool. You have said that. You said fuck him. He doesn’t deserve me. You right.

I miss you. Holidays are not the same without you. I would’ve wanted you here with me. I wouldn’t have went back home if you were here w me. Bc it was always like, eh, we have each other, & that’s all you and I ever needed. I’m missing a part of myself, Kurtis. It’s best we had not lived together. It’s best we lived parted. It was drawn out that way bc this is all I could handle. I was partially weened from you. It’s probably why you couldn’t speak to me, either. Bc …that was all that you and I could handle.

I’ve been a wreck. A happy depressed sad wreck ?¿ I’ll get better. I left Fish outside of the cage bc he was sleeeeping on the carpet. I don’t think he’s going to try to come up here. I love that Calliope stood down with him♥️. She did that last night as well, but he was in his kennel then. She can’t lose her big poppa rn. I’ll try to extend his life as much as I can, if it’s what he wants, which so far, it has been what he’s wanted. You.. you were a little different lol I was the only reason you were fighting. And I’m certain even then you were questioning it. You knew as well as I did that you were coming here. We would have never left each other alone. And ppl can talk and assume their reasons, but nobody else mattered. Especially their idiotic reasons. You could’ve had so many other women. Women/girls 🙃. Cute girls. Small girls. Hot girls. But no, you still wanted Miss Piggy lolll. Definitely not putting myself down, just bein silly.

I’m not going to rush to leave. I’ll leave when it feels right. As I do w everything. You comin with? Help me drive? 🙂♥️. I miss our road trips. Even though we’d be at each others throats near the end lol.

I’ve loved. I’ve been loved. And it was all true. And if it doesn’t happen again, I’d be fine with that.

Do me a favor? Halp Fishy stay downstairs to rest with MsKittyCalliope? That kennel thing.. I understand why, but he’s better off outside of it bc nobody wants to lie next to their potty 24/7 lol no matter how many times I swap it out lol that litter is just so messy and it’s impossible to keep tidy. Him restin on the carpet is okay. I shoulda put him a blanky but I didn’t think. He could pull the one from the couch down. I’m not going back down there again rn. I don’t want to wake him. I should sleep. I’ll shower and pack my bag in the morning. Minimal bag. Lazy clothes. Probably no makeup bag either. I just want to go for one day then come back the next bc mommas gotta make some $, & Fishy needs to be home. I don’t want to hear it from my family. They’re lucky I’m even making the trip out there, especially for just a day. Maybe day & a half.. I’d like to get my nails done out there & get a pedi done 👀. ..haha. I’ll think about it. Only if I feel up to it, Kurtis. I’ll have to research prices lol I am keeping some, duh, you know that, I just don’t know which. I’ll know when I see everything. But I know you’d want me to sell some to make $ lol heck, you were trying to sell them, too. Maybe. I ain’t makin promises. I also am not looking forward to what ppl have to say if they see that I am but you right, fuck them. Nothing I do is anybody’s goddamn business. Just yours and you already know. And I can feel you encouraging me lol still doesn’t mean I’ll do it.. lol lie with me, will ya? Scratch my .. no loll not my back this time, for once. Scratch ma fat head. And call me Baby. Like you would do. Tell me you love me. I never ever got tired of hearing it. I could have said it more. I’m learning. I hid a lot of love for you. I regret that. I am sorry. I hope you know now how much I loved you/how much I do love you still.

[wxnheart]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

note: I'm expanding on what I call my Just Be series (which started with König/Just Kingly Things) and what better way to do that than to do one for Babygurl? heads up, this list touches on some sensitive subjects, too. hope y'all enjoy it!

Ghost vividly remembers his father’s words, spurred by misery and an alcoholic rage. He remembers the times when the wretched bastard would tell him that he was unlovable and would amount to absolutely nothing. And surprise, surprise, Simon believes believed this.

He remembers his mother’s smile, strained and… and lifeless. He can count on one hand the number of times it reached her eyes. It was never around his father.

Simon also thinks of his brother, anxiety and tension fueling their fights; they fought each other because they couldn’t fight anyone else. Not the ones they wanted to fight, that is.

Ghost remembers the day when he took matters into his own hands and stood up to their father. He remembers the abject fear in the miserable fuck’s eyes and finally—

He remembers the hopeful smile his mother gave him later. He remembers seeing the tension and stress literally leave his brother’s body.

Even if he didn’t show it often, Simon was damn proud to see his family’s life turn around for the better. Simon remembers his brother pledging his life and love to new his sister-in-law. He remembers swallowing a bitter pill to support him and the singular thought running through his mind the entire time: ‘Where’s my happiness?’

And despite his upbringing, Ghost is very much a marriage-minded individual (to his surprise). You’d be forgiven for thinking otherwise because he keeps to himself.

A relationship with Simon is best described as a slow burn. Your attraction to him would be more apparent than his desire for you. Simon would be extremely hesitant in the beginning to pursue you for a plethora of reasons, the main one being a hidden fear that he’ll turn out like his father. He internalized every single thing the miserable shit told him. A close second one is, well, his profession. He figures that not many people can stomach the things he’s seen and done. Gotta have a certain strength of will to deal with everything that comes with him. You have to have patience as well.

You’re up for the challenge but Simon is still skeptical hence why your relationship with him will develop fairly slowly. Funnily enough, Soap will be your wingman and biggest supporter because the way he sees it, Ghost is just as deserving of love and happiness as the next person even if he thinks he isn’t.

And yeah, Ghost can give credit where it’s due. There are a lot of things he’s learned about himself thanks to you.

For starters, he’s learned that he’s a much more territorial person than he thought. Simon remembers the way his father would do his damnedest to hoard his mother’s attention and he does his best not to do that with you.

It’s hard to make him laugh but he always finds the sides of his mouth quirking whenever you tell a shitty joke. From anyone else, he wouldn’t be impressed but you… yeah. Offbeat humor suits you. It doesn’t hurt to chuckle after all.

When you first called him handsome, something new, something different aside from all the bullshit insults hurled at him or Ghost or Simon, he was immediately on edge if only because he’d never felt so… flattered before. Yeah, that’ll take some getting used to but he’d be a fucking liar if he didn’t think your compliments made his day. Or that he feels some type of way when you compliment someone else.

You two can agree to disagree. Civilly, might I add, and without the theatrics. What better way to pacify a mean fuck than to agree with everything they said, even when it was loud and wrong? Simon’s glad to not have to walk on eggshells, to realize that there can be peace even in the midst of conflict.

He can never forget the joy in your eyes that day when you two crossed that bridge and made your relationship official (“About damn time, Lt.” “Shut up, Johnny.”). You’re practically glowing and he allows himself to feel, to believe that he’s everything his father said he’d never be. You hug him tightly and yeah, Simon figures he’ll be just fine.

Your smile reaches your eyes and he thinks he’s found his happiness after all.

Just Ghostly things, amirite?

[banzaitaka]

Can i request jojos from part 1 to 5 having a s/o thats basically like childe( tartaglia) from genshin impact?

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I feel like I've seen smore (genshin character) like reader than any other ogrids0fgou not a bad thing, just an observation

jgfodsijgfoid watch me regret making this into scenarios dsijfosjf

M sorry, Josuke and Giorno barely got any sentences, so I decided to cut them out

(1) Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Masterlist

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!

TW: tiny mention of blood in Joseph's & Jotaro's part

Jonathan Joestar x gn! reader

Joseph Joestar x gn! reader

Jotaro Kujo x gn! reader

Family

Someone could list off all dark traits about you, all the violence, all the mischief, all betrayal, and still, Jonathan would look at you with eyes that hold nothing, but love. He believes actions don't determine good or bad, but instead the reasoning behind them, as well as the person's feelings.

A thief isn't automatically a bad person, for example, they might be starving or try to save someone with medicine.

He didn't see any reason to put you with the bad people. While your ways might seem kind of...unnecessarily brutal at times, what's in your heart has become clear to him.

The way you care for your family...the first time he witnessed you playing with a relative way younger than you, he could feel his heart melt. Jonathan did not hesitate to agree to play along with the image you put up infront of your family. After all, you do it to keep them safe, to keep them happy and with no worries.

Although, he does talk to you about it from time to time. Because on the other side, even though your intentions cause no direct harm towards them, they're your family. And they deserve to know what your're going through. For your sake as well.

But he is in no place to tell you what to do, hence why he plays along and only ever gives you little nudges.

The lenghts you go to protect your family is admirable to him and he would not hesitate to jump in to assist if it was ever needed.

After all, you would do the same.

Trick Up Your Sleeve

"(Y/N)!!"

Your enemy panted, forcing out a chuckle, "Got you at last..."

Joseph was watching you crash into a wrecked hut, a good distance away. Ceasar was doing his best to hold him back from barging in your direction, "Don't involve yourself, it's (Y/N) battle to fight!"

Grinding his teeth, the brunette continued to stare, eyes looking for you. He knew this fight was personal, part of your duty, and something you genuinely enjoyed, but he wouldn't dare letting you get hurt beyond repair.

That's when the wodden planks of the hut started to shake, light illuminating through the gaps. They gasped, almost choking on the blood in their mouth. You broke free with a roar, sending the planks flying in all directions. Joseph's breath got caught in his throat. He took in your form...You were much bigger, looking almost inhuman with the mask planted on your face. Was this really you??

"What the hell is going on!?"

"It's the last trick up their sleeve.", Ceasar explained calmly, finally letting go of the other, "I don't know the details myself, only that they rarely actually use it."

It was over.

Your enemy was frozen from shock, all the color left their face. They could barely hold themself up from all the blows they already recieved.

And you...You looked perfectly fine, steadily walking up to them while drawing your weapon once again.

You chuckled, "We've known eachother for years. He saw me use it maybe three times in total? Really, it's nothing personal, buddy."

"What the heck was that thing you were doing!? Why didn't you tell me about that before!? I'm your boyfriend! You gotta tell me!", Joseph was all over you, kneeling beside the couch you were laying on. You were still feeling extremely drained, but you stopped panting at least, "You don't just reveal your biggest weapon.", you replied with a smug smile.

Joseph pouted, leaning closer to your face, "Then how does Ceasar know about it?"

The brunette crossed his arms as he leaned back again, "I guess it was a cool plot twist.", he grinned, "Just wait, I'll leave you surprised, absolutely baffled next time we face a foe!"

And it became a challenge to both.

Violence

While this is not the language Jotaro prefers to speak, violence plays a huge part on the mission to save his mother. And you, his partner, happen to speak that language fluently. You've been dubbed bloodthirsty by numerous students in your school, leaving those who only knew you by your less dark side in confusion.

Your fight spirit paired with your experiences gives Jotaro enough reason to be able to depend on you. You could control yourself when you needed, and knew when you could let loose to dispose of your enemies quick. You were on a time schedule after all.

Instead of answering you, he let himself sink to the floor next to you, and let you lean against him. A sigh fell from your lips as silence was about to arise, "I know this is different from what you used to see from me. I mean- more extreme.", you tilted your head to look up at him again, "Do you still want to be with me?"

The sound of your panting used to be foreign to your boyfriend, but he grew acustomed to it during the trip to egypt. The joy on your face was an odd sight, giving the situation. He managed to look past that, however. He knew you cared.

You chuckled as you looked up to him from your position on the floor, "That was quite fun, wasn't it?"

Jotaro glanced at you from out of the corner of his eye, "You should rest and wipe the blood off your face."

[fueledbyapplepi]

heyy I have a request on like some fluff hc's with their s/o and baby . this with wakasa, mikey, rindou :)

and do feel free to ignore this if your not comfortable or anything !!

have a great day <3

Parenting 101 | Wakasa, Timeskip Mikey, and Bonten Rindou

- Fluffy HCs of the men with their s/o and baby.

genre: fluff

warnings: none

A/N: The way I'm writing this makes me feel all soft. I can somehow visualize these men being domestic and it makes me feel all giddy. Thank you for such a cute request, anon!

Wakasa Imaushi

Rather than being affectionate, he's more reserved outside when he's with you. Of course, he doesn't want to be seen as soft around you in front of Brahman members.

It may come off as cold, but the constant head pats and subtle touches on your hand prove that he's only yours.

Although behind closed doors, he's more touchy with you. He loves it when you sit on his lap so he can gently rub circles on your back and put you to sleep. The man would even offer to give you massages because it's what his baby deserves.

"Having a rough day, sweetheart? Let me take care of you, yeah?

Wakasa's a VERY protective s/o. He knows he's notorious and strong and has a lot of enemies. Hence, the reason why he always keeps his guard up especially when you're around.

When he's not around, he leaves you with Benkei or Takeomi, or whoever he trusts around Brahman. A man couldn't be too careless, right?

So just imagine how much more protective he gets when you had a baby with him. Whenever he's around, he'll carry the baby with him just so he can be sure that they're safe.

When you're not around, Wakasa would bring the baby around Brahman meetings. Just him standing there and swaying the baby in his arms while he's listening to Takeomi's plans. I mean, it's his Daddy duties.

Since he's around that time where Takeomi had to take care of Senju, Wakasa probably has already an idea on how to take care of kids.

He knows the basics of putting the baby to sleep, changing the diapers, and how he'll feed the baby. It's not obvious with his stoic face, but Wakasa adores the baby as much as he adores you.

Whenever the baby cries in the middle of the night, Wakasa would gently rocks the baby in his arms as they cradle them back to sleep. 🥺

As a Brahman member, he already has plans on how he'll teach the baby basic fighting stunts and skills for the future. But he wouldn't tell you that, because for now, all he's gotta do is to protect you and the baby.

Mikey (Sano Manjiro)

Mikey sees you as a Godsent angel. How couldn't he? You were the one who saved him from his sadness and held onto him when he's about to fall off the edge.

He's very devoted to you, and would actually do almost anything for you. Want him to do something sketchy? Consider it done, Y/N.

However, he can still be quite childish. Mikey's quite possessive and gets jealous easily. Whenever you're talking to another person that takes too long for his liking, he'll pout and sulk on the corner.

He's very affectionate and would constantly ask for cuddles. Most especially obsessed when you wrap your arms around his back.

Affectionate Mikey is also almost the same in public. But, he can tone it down as long as he has your hand or any part of you touching his skin.

But, when you had a baby, Mikey will constantly question himself if he's capable of being a dad. The tiny version of him looks so fragile to be touched. What if he'll only bring the kid danger?

It'll take quite some time for Mikey to ease up with the baby. But, when he sees you carrying the baby in your arms, Mikey would instantly feel all the love and softness you and the baby have.

So don't be too surprised when you see him playing with the baby and baby-talking with the little being.

For some reason, Mikey would attempt to feed the baby some Dorayaki.

"See, this is my favorite, so it should be your favorite too!" Mikey, no.

There are times when his childishness would kick in. Whenever you spend too much time with the baby, Mikey would get jealous. But, he doesn't know if he's jealous of you, or the baby.

When the baby grows a little more, Mikey would give them a lot of piggyback rides and would play hide and seek with them. It's something that really makes him happy because it reminds him of his childhood with Emma and Shinichiro.

It'll be evident in Mikey's face how much love and happiness you and the baby bring him. So it wouldn't be a surprise when he asks for more.

"Y/N, I want another version of you and me. Maybe two more?"

Rindou Haitani

Don't be fooled by this man's bored expression. He may seem like it, but he craves your attention and touch ALL THE TIME. He still won't admit it though.

Whenever you try to hug him or touch him in public, he'll just either roll his eyes or let out a "tch." to show that he's annoyed (not really) and then will proceed to let you touch him.

However, whenever you two are alone, especially when his annoying brother's not around, Rindou would be very affectionate.

Like, when you're reading a book in your bed, Rindou would slowly crawl up on your lap and hug your waist. And he definitely lives for it when you run your hands through his hair.

"What's the matter, Rindou?"

"Just tired." (Sure. We all know you just love Y/N's touches)

When you had your baby with him, Rindou would be lowkey stressed about it. He doesn't know how to be a dad, alright?

Rindou would definitely research A LOT about it. He'll be reading books on "how to be a good dad" and his search history would be full of "how to change a baby's diaper", "how to cradle a baby" and baby stuff of all sorts.

He'll probably observe the mini version of him a little while before he applies all his knowledge on it.

Rindou worries about the baby a lot. At night, there are times where he'll ALWAYS check if the baby is still breathing. Rindou of course they're breathing, they're just sleeping.

When you leave the baby with him, Rindou's worries would skyrocket even more. He'll buy a harness just so the baby's sticking with him every time.

Doesn't trust his guts when the baby's not within his sight, and most definitely doesn't trust Ran one bit whenever the baby's around.

For some reason, Rindou loves reading picture books to the baby. Just him, and the baby on his lap. But, it's not something that you know of. It's a little secret that Rindou likes to keep with his child.

Another secret that he has, is that he has a picture of you and the baby on your lap in his wallet.

He wouldn't really admit it, but he gets all soft and mushy on the inside whenever you carry the baby in your arms. You, being a beautiful s/o, and the baby being a precious version of you and him.

[bleujae]

・❥・𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟・❥・

❥ Summary: Is love something that someone always "deserves"? Shouldn't it that can be given to everyone?

❥ Pairing: Jake x fem!reader

❥ Genre: fluff, angst

❥ Word count: 3.2K

❥ Warnings: cursing, mentions of abuse, and alcohol,*let me know if there's anything else I should add ^^*

"계절은 변한대도 난 너인걸, 난 너를 사랑해~"

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“That will be $14.50. Your drinks will be out in a bit.” Jina smiled at the customer before turning to the back to make the three drinks. 

She threw the ingredients for the smoothie into the blender and took out the coffee beans for the iced americanos that were ordered as well. As she waited for the coffee to brew she leaned over the counter and took a deep breath. 

Because it was a Saturday, Jina had been working since morning and now it was close to closing time. 

She looked up when she heard the blender stop and grabbed a cup, pouring the drink into the clear cup. She had also finished the coffee drinks and handed them to the lady. 

“Have a nice day~” She slightly bowed to the lady. 

Jina scanned the empty cafe; well, almost empty cafe. Her eyes landed on her boyfriend that was working on his computer, with different notebooks scattered around the table. His huge physics textbook was on his lap as his eyes darted from his notebooks and textbooks constantly. 

She slowly creeped up behind him before wrapping her arms around him. “I told you to get some dinner. It’s not good to eat dinner this late.” 

Jake turned around to face Jina and pouted. “But I wanted to eat with you.” 

“But I still gotta clean up.” Jina giggled when she saw her boyfriend's face. “It’s close to 10pm.” 

“It’s ok. I’ll wait. Then we can get something to eat, ok?” Jake smiled as Jina nodded before she turned around, going back to behind the counter. 

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“Wait, so she’s been collecting more money than she should be?” Jake exclaimed. 

Jina nodded. “Yeah, I confronted her about it and so everything's fine now.” 

“That’s so messed up though….. All your hard earned money….” Jake trailed off. It was understandable that Jake was angrier than Jina was. Both were very nice and understanding, known for being sweethearts on campus. However it was more known that Jina was extremely patient and understanding, hence the reason why Jina had just let her landlord go. 

“It’s fine. She apologized and all. She is a nice person though. Let’s just hope she doesn't do that to anyone else.” Jina smiled, patting her boyfriend’s hand who was getting riled up. 

“Always positive and understanding. That’s why I love you so much.” Jake chuckled as he brought his soda can up to his lips to take another sip. But he quickly stopped when he realized what had slipped out. 

Jina’s chopsticks stopped moving as she was about to grab her food and her eyes widened. She slowly turned around to face Jake, whose face was getting slightly red. 

“Y-you…. You love me….?” Jina breathed out.

The truth is in the two years of dating, Jake knew he had loved Jina after their first anniversary passed. But everytime he wanted to say those words out loud he would get a flashback of that one night when they both got drunk and Jina had confessed something. She doesn’t remember  but he remembers every word so clearly. 

“I’m afraid of falling in love. I don’t know what love feels like and I’m afraid that when the time comes, I won’t know if it’s real or not.”

“Jaeyun-ah…. I’m so broken”

“I don’t think I’m capable of loving someone. And I don’t think I’m capable of being loved” Jina whispered out as she had tears streaming down her face. 

Jina had been in an orphanage for most of her life. Her birth parents couldn’t provide for her so they had left her at an orphanage when she was a newborn baby. And the multiple families that had adopted her weren’t very kind to her. They never showed her love, actually they showed the exact opposite of love. She had finally gotten away from her horrible adopted parents when going to college, but she still had no idea what love felt like. 

Jake, on the other hand, had a very normal childhood. Of course since he is human, he did grow up with scars but he grew up around a loving family and friends. When he had transferred to Korea from Australia in his first year of university, he was lucky that his friends had taken him under their wings and made him feel comfortable in a new environment.  

Sure, Jina liked the male, very much. Whenever he would smile at her or do something, her stomach would flutter. Whenever he would hug her or he would kiss her, she did feel tingly. But she didn’t know if that was just skin deep feelings or something much more. 

It was silent before Jake spoke up. “I-I….. I do….. I love you.” He confessed while stumbling over his words, scared of what her response would be. 

Jina couldn’t speak, she felt the breath sucked out of her. “I…” She felt like her words were caught in her throat. She had her mouth opened, but no words would come out. 

Do I love him? What should I say? What if I say it now but I actually don’t?

A million thoughts were running through her head. They were broken when Jake cleared his throat, gaining her attention. 

He slightly pulled on his turtleneck, feeling slightly uncomfortable of what the atmosphere had become. “Y-you… uhm… you don’t need to respond to me right away… I think I should get going. Jay and Sunghoon were texting me, asking where I am.” 

Jina quickly stood up, picking up her bag with her. “Uhm yeah. I gotta go back. I have to take Cloudy out on a walk before she goes to sleep.”

“Uhm, want me to walk you to the bus stop?” Jake offered. 

“No, it's fine. It’s not even a two minute walk.” And before Jake could say anything, Jina quickly turned around and started walking towards the bus stop in a fast past, desperately wanting to get away from the awkward atmosphere as soon as possible. 

She arrived at the bus stop and plopped down on the bench. She looked at her phone and saw it was 10:10. The bus usually came at 10:15 so she had time. 

She let out a deep sigh, having the scene from earlier replay in her mind. She kept thinking of Jake’s heartbroken eyes and his wavering voice that he was trying to keep calm. It was very obvious that even though Jake understood her reaction, he couldn’t help but feel hurt that she couldn’t say anything back. 

To make it better, she heard her phone buzz. She opened her eyes and looked at her phone once again, curious what it was. 

Hi, is this Kang Jina? This is Park Yeseul, your birth mom. I heard you were looking for me. Can we meet this weekend?

Jina felt her breath hitch in her throat again, reading the text messages over and over again. She brought her phone and sighed again. 

“What great timing.” 

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“Really you did? Congrats Jina~” That was the first thing Jake heard as he plopped down in class next to Jay. 

It was two days after Jake confessed his love to Jina and there were no calls or messages on both ends. Jake, for the first time in months, didn’t go to the cafe that Jina worked at on Sunday, afraid that the awkward atmosphere would make both of them uncomfortable. And Jina had no guts to text or call him. Both were too anxious to call the other person, afraid that now the other person might hate them. Jake beat himself up for saying it too fast, saying it at a time when Jina wasn’t ready. Jina was thinking about it constantly, thinking if her childhood was different, would she have answered back “I love you” wholeheartedly with a confident tone. 

“What? I can’t go with you. Why not ask Jake?” Jay asked the girl. The Australian boy whipped his head around when he heard his name come out of his friend’s mouth. 

“Oh? Ok? Bye Jina.” Jay put his phone down, confused on why Jina seemed so flustered and desperate to end the call when he mentioned Jake. 

“That was Jina? What were you congratulating her for?” Jake cautiously asked. Even though it’s only been two days, he had missed the girl terribly, wanting to know how she was doing. 

“Yeah. Apparently she got in touch with her birth parents and they’re meeting for dinner this coming weekend. Isn't that great?” Jay answered, happy for his friend. 

Not only did Jake know, but Jay, Sunghoon and Heeseung all knew that Jina was searching for her birth parents ever since she got to college. She had no freedom in her old household so as soon as she was able to leave her old house she started searching for her biological parents. 

“Yeah…. That’s amazing.” Jake trailed off thinking of what Jina had said to him when she first opened up to him about her childhood and adoption.

“You know Jaeyun-ah? When I find my biological parents, I want you to come with me to meet them.” Jina said. 

“Why?” Jake asked. 

“Cause I want to introduce you as someone who was the closest thing to family after them.”

Would she even want me there now? 

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Jina sat at the restaurant table, nervously fiddling around with her fingers and bracelet Jake had gotten her a while back. She had come fifteen minutes early out of nerves and now she had been just sitting there staring at her phone. 

Should I text him…. No. Why would he come… He probably hates me now. 

Jina thought aloud and shook off the thought of calling Jake over. Even when she called Jay, she did consider talking it over with Jake and inviting him over. But she was too scared to face him again after the incident, afraid that she had created a gap in the relationship that she couldn’t repair. She was too afraid that she had made one of the most important people in her life hate her now.  

Her train of thoughts were cut off when she felt a presence behind her. She turned around to come face to face with a man and women with two kids by their side, one looked about 8 years old and the other looked about 2 years old. The couple looked like they were about in their late 30s or early 40s. 

“Jina…..?”

“Eomma….?” 

Both whispered out softly. 

The woman’s eyes started tearing up as she scanned her daughter’s face. “You grew up so much. Last time I saw you, you were only one year old.” Her mom whispered out. 

Jina at the moment had no words to say. She had dreamed of this moment since she was young, she had thought of a million scenarios in her head, what it would be like when she met her biological parents. Her eyes started to tear up seeing her mom emotional. 

“Why… Why did you leave me?” That was the only thing that Jina could ask, not knowing what else to say. She didn’t hate her parents, she just wanted to know why her parents didn’t want her or why they couldn’t keep her. 

“Oh sweetie, I didn’t want to leave you. But I conceived you when I was still very young, at the age of 19. That time I had no money, as a broke college student and neither did your father. We thought it would be best to give you away from a nice family to provide for you.” Her mom answered. 

Nice family….

Jina thought as she suddenly got flashbacks of her life before university. All the beatings she had received. The degrading words that now have stayed in her heart as scars. The treatment that no human should ever have to go through. 

“Are you ok? Is something wrong?” Jina snapped out of her trance as she saw that both of her parents looked at her, worried. 

“Hmm? Uhm.. yeah. I’m fine.” Jina smiled to reassure the two adults in front of her. Today was a happy day and she didn’t want to ruin it by telling all the horrible stories from her childhood. 

Her parents sat down across from Jina while both kids took the spot on each end of the table. They had ordered their food and were waiting for their food. 

The entire time, Jina's eyes keep trailing over to her phone. She didn’t know why. It’s not like Jake knew about this appointment and Jay wouldn’t come, since he did say no to her…. multiple times. 

“Are you waiting for someone’s call?” Her mom had noticed Jina getting distracted and was glancing at her phone a lot. 

“Huh? No I no-” 

“Sorry for being late.” A voice cut her off. 

Jina’s eyes widened as she recognized the voice and she quickly turned around. There stood Jake, with a white button up shirt and black trousers with a big beige coat over it. His hair was swept, revealing his forehead. It was such a simple outfit but the male looked ethereal in her eyes. 

“Oh Jina, who’s this?” Her father asked, curious about the mysterious man who showed up. 

“I’m Sim Jaeyun, her boyfriend. Nice to meet you.” He slightly bowed while introducing himself. He leaned over to shake Jina’s father’s hand which the older male gladly received. 

“Oh my oh my! You should sit.” Her mom had gestured to the seat next to Jina. 

“Thank you.” Jake took a seat on the vacant seat next to Jina, letting out a small shaky nervous breath. Even though he didn’t show that he was nervous, he definitely wasn’t completely calm. He knew how important this day was for Jina and wanted to make a good first impression. He wanted to be there for her…. Even though she might not love him back. 

Jake felt a small tap on his arm and he turned around to see the eight year old tapping his arm. She shyly put her stuffed bunny on the table. It was a white bunny that had a small yellow ribbon tied around one of the ears into a pretty bow. 

“Is this your bunny?” The male asked the girl. “What’s its name?” 

“Mimi.” The girl answered brightly. “Lookie, it even got a bow on it.”

 “Oh wow. It’s yellow too. That’s my favorite color. Is it yours too?” Jake smiled at how happy the girl looked. 

“Yeah. It’s the color of sunflowers. My favorite flower.” The girl beamed as she pointed to the pin in her hair. It was a simple pin that had three small sunflowers lined up next to each other. 

“That’s very pretty.” Jake complimented as the girl giggled. 

Jina admired from next to him, how he interacted with Jiyoon so naturally. It was cute seeing him talking in a softer tone for the younger girl, seeing his mouth stretched out in a small smile while he cooed at how cute Jiyoon was. 

“So, how long have you guys been dating?” Jina’s mom asked the two students, curious about her daughter’s relationship. 

“Two years. Our third anniversary is coming up soon though.” Jake answered the older female. 

“Aww how cute.” She cooed at the younger couple. “I remember when my husband and I were like you guys. Ahh so in love, right?” 

Jina slightly stiffened at the word love, remembering what happened last week. Jake noticed this and placed his hand over hers under the table. He slowly rubbed his fingers along the back of her hand to calm her down, while maintaining eye contact with Jina’s parents. 

“Tell me about Jina. I tried asking Jina earlier to tell me some stuff about her but she had a  hard time answering.” Jina’s mom asked, turning to Jake. 

“About Jina? There’s a lot.” Jake chuckled before thinking about what to say. “Jina is kind and hardworking. Even though she’s tired when she works at the cafe, she’ll always have a smile on her face for the customers. And she has such a big heart too. When people ask her favors, she does her best to fulfill that request as best as she can. The dog she has now was actually a stray dog she picked up. She brought her home despite her being scared of dogs at the time. And she’s so lovable too. Not only does so many adore her but she’s loving to so many people and caring. She’s absolutely gorgeous in every way inside and out.” 

Jina sat there shocked by what came out of her boyfriend’s mouth. She never knew that he had viewed her this way and was surprised when she heard him say that she was a loving person. She never thought she could be capable of giving love out to people as she was told by her adopted parents that she wouldn't give or receive love. 

“Thank you for telling us.” Her mom said to the younger male while putting her hand over her husband’s. “And thank you for being a second family to Jina when we weren’t able to be her first.” 

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Jina had finished having dinner with her parents and was now walking home with Jake. The male had insisted even though she had declined, worried about her walking alone at night. 

There was a slight gap between the couple and an awkward silence that hung around them. It was weird for both of them to not have their hands intertwined. But it was hanging on each other’s sides, lightly brushing up against each other as they walked. They had walked with that same atmosphere all the way through until they arrived at Jina’s house. 

“Well here we are. Go in safely.” Jake smiled as he turned around to go back to his house. 

“J-Jaeyun-ah.” Jina called out. 

Jake halted his steps before turning around. “Yeah?”  

Jina’s hand felt clammy as she couldn’t formulate the words she wanted to say. “I.. uhm… never mind.” 

Jake's eyes narrowed slightly, noticing that she started to fiddle around with her bracelet, a habit she had when she was nervous. “You sure?”

Jina nodded hesitantly. “Ok…. well I’ll get going.” He turned around once more and started to walk back. 

Tell him you love him, idiot. Tell him now before it’s too late.

Those two sentences were the only words echoing in her brain as she saw Jake’s body getting further and further away from her. 

Jina slowly started to walk up to Jake’s figure whose back was facing her. She hesitantly put one foot in front of the other, thinking again and again to confirm her feelings. 

She realized at the restaurant that she, too, loved Jake. 

All the butterflies erupting in her stomach when he would say something sweet, was love

All the times she felt fireworks going off in her heart from the way he kissed her, was love. 

The fact that she absolutely adored everything about him, even the bad parts, was love. 

The way she looked at him in admiration for his inside and out beauty, was love. 

When she reached him, she grabbed his arm and swung him around to face her before standing slightly on her tippy toes and pressing a kiss on his lips. 

Jake's eyes widened slightly but immediately responded to her, melting into the sweet kiss filled with love. 

“Thank you for coming today.” That was the first thing Jina said when she broke the kiss. “You were always there for me, always caring for me. And that’s why I love you so much.” 

Jake blinked, not believing his ears. “Y-you…love me too?” He breathed out. 

“I do… All this time I couldn’t say I love you because I was scared. I was scared that my adopted parents’ words would be true, that I wasn't capable of loving someone. I was scared that I wasn’t good enough for you, that a nicer girl can come and get to you. But now I know what love is. I love you, Sim Jaeyun, I really do. I love how you’ll sing any song I request, even though you’re tired. I love how soft your voice sounds in all the songs you sing. I love how you can enthusiastically go on and on about anything science related, even though nobody really understands what you’re saying.” Jake lightly chuckled at the third sentence. She was the only one that would patiently listen to all of his rants about the research he had done. “I love how clumsy you are even though every single time I need to patch up your wounds. I love how kind you are to everyone around you, even though the favors make you go out of your way to fulfill them. I love how cute you look when sometimes you get annoyed or frustrated. I love that even if you're a bit stubborn, in the end you’ll give in because you want to see me happy no matter what. I love all these small little things about you that sometimes I don’t think you realize but really, I love all of it.” Jina breathed out. 

Jake looked at her with loving eyes, while he caressed her hair and moved her baby hairs that were getting on her face. He wasted no time before he placed his hand on the back of neck before he pulled her into a kiss. 

The kiss was quickly broken off when they heard a motorcycle zoom past behind them. They both jumped out of the kiss before giggling. 

With his hands still cupped on Jina’s cheeks he leaned in for a third kiss. Jina wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Jake slowly started walking forward, causing Jina to back up until her back hit the wall. 

 Fireworks exploded in both of their hearts as their lips moved in perfect sync, filled with love and passion.

They both pulled away, slightly out of breath. Their eyes were glued onto the other's not being able to tear their eyes away. Their eyes were practically dripping with love looking at their lover.

Jake slightly caressed Jina’s cheek. “Kang Jina, I love you so damn much.” 

Jina smiled. “Sim Jaeyun, I love you too… so damn much.”

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[doevademe]

so Nico had to lose his fucking voice to save his ass for him to finally notice him? Damn, Percy got them standards pretty high 😂😂😂😂

I'm joking, tho it's crazy how everything worked against them. Between Nico not accepting his feelings for the guy who let his sister die and avoiding him any chance he got and Percy thinking the boy hated him because of said accident, of course something big like in riverbed had to happen for them to finally communicate (which you made ironic by removing Nico's way of communication). Still gotta hand it to Percy to stick by his side while he thinks Nico legit can't see his face, boy got guts testing the son of Hades like that haha. I often ask myself why Nico loves him so much but I guess that's the answer right? "That guy won t give up on someone he believes hates him (and could potentialy seek revengeon him?) He must be mad.... that's pretty hot tho" 😂 They're idiots and they deserve each other 💘

Beautiful chapter as usual 😊

Thank you!

Yeah, I think what makes Nico's feelings for Percy work so well is show don't tell. We're told Nico's crush is just Hero worship, but what the narrative shows is that the pedestal was broken when Percy couldn't save Bianca. Nico has known Percy is flawed since nearly the beginning, but Percy never gives up on Nico. Ever. And that means a lot to a guy who people just... give up on all the time (from camp basically declaring him a lost cause after he runs away to Hades saying he wished Bianca had been the one to survive). And Nico responds that by being just as devoted.

The main hurdle is that Percy's devoted to Nico, but he doesn't know him, because Nico doesn't want anyone to know him, while Nico refuses to believe that Percy's devotion could ever be more than guilt. Hence, most of my serious plots being about forcing them into situations where Nico has no choice but to believe it and Percy having to confront knowing Nico more intimately and realizing how much he actually means to him.

[libraryofloveletters]

Love’s Gonna Get You Killed

Chapter Seven: Red Means I Love You 

Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Series Summery:  A life long crush on the boy next door leaves you with unrequited love and regret. You wish you could take back the things that happened, to have him be yours. When you reconnect, is it far too late to fix what’s said and done?

Warnings: so much emotional turmoil, emotional pain and suffering, guns, being held at gunpoint, injuries and blood, secrets are being spilt, tensions are on a high, mentions of death, kidnapping, Billy’s fucked up, sped through and edited  version of the carousel scene (that scene is brutal, it deserves its own warning), small mention of pregnancy, implied death, implied references to Stockholm Syndrome.

Word Count: 4,355 words

Author’s Note: there's some of the canon + canon dialogue mixed in but I changed some of it to fit the fic :)  // I put the actual dialogue from the show in bolded italics! // I barely edited this so forgive any errors 

LGGYK taglist // series masterlist

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The sun peeks through the curtains, the sound of thumping coming from the wall you shared with your next door neighbours. 

You weren't sure how long you had been asleep but it felt like an eternity and the knock on the door woke you, had he forgotten his key? That was odd, Frank always had his key. 

The thought of it not being him crossed your mind. 

Six Months After Leaving 

The two if you had stopped somewhere between Georgia and South Carolina recently and had been there for a few weeks, which was odd considering that you moved places every a week or so. 

You weren't sure what time Frank had shook you and told you he was stepping out to get something but you fell back asleep as soon as you heard the door shut. 

Hence the confusion when you hear a knock on the door. You ignore it, thinking if it's Frank, he’ll have his key but the knocking continues. 

“I’m coming!” you shout which you instantly regret because whoever was on the other side of the door knows you’re in there. You slowly walk to the door, peeking through the peephole which does nothing because it’s too dirty for you  to even make out who’s on the other side of the door. 

Slowly, you open the door and your heart sinks when you see who’s on the other side of the door. Billy stood across from you, he looked miserable. 

He looks tired and worn out, somehow worse than he did when he returned home from Afghanistan. “Billy?” you look up at the man in front of you. 

He reaches out, his hands cupping your cheeks gently. “I’ve been looking for you.” he whispers, you aren't sure how to react. 

Part of you wants to hold him and tell him how sorry you are, that you hope he’ll understand why you did it but the other part wanted to run; run as far away as you could from him because you refuse to face the fact that you left him for your own selfish reasons no matter how much you tell yourself that you did it because Billy deserved better. 

Billy didn’t think he deserved better. 

For him, you were always the one. There had always been a pull to you from the first day he met you at Frank’s parents’ house. You were the one for him and when you kept going on about how you loved Frank, it killed him inside. 

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little glad to find out that you were finally moving on after Frank died. It made him feel like he finally had a chance and he thought he was finally going to get that fairytale ending you made him believe in but then you left. 

You upped and left him, ripping his heart out in the process. 

He isn't sure if he’d ever forgive you or if he'll take you back. Truly, he wasn't even sure what he was doing there but he just needed to see you; needed to understand why you left him. 

“Billy, honey, you’ve gotta go.” you take a step back, going to shut the door but Billy’s hand on the other side pushes it open and he steps in, shutting the door behind him. 

He looks around the room, there's a few bags on the floor and clothes scattered on the chairs in the room. The bathroom light was still on from your shower earlier. “Is someone else here?” he asks you, walking over to the bed. You shook your head, “just me.” You answer. 

“I’m not leaving.” Billy says, sitting on the bed. 

“Billy, c’mon.” you pleaded, hoping he’ll leave before Frank gets back. 

“You’d think for someone with a six figure bank account, you’d choose somewhere other than a shitty motel 8 hm?” Billy chuckles to himself as he looks around the room once more. 

You give him a tight lipped smile, leaning on the tv stand. “Bill, please. You need to leave.” 

“What’s the rush? You need to figure your stuff out?” he asks, head tilting to the side as he looks at you. The look on his face breaking your heart yet mocking you at the same time. 

He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper that had his name scribbled on the back of it, in your hand writing. Billy unfolds the paper, his finger dragging over the page and tapping somewhere in the middle. 

“I just need to take some time to figure out my stuff. I won’t burden you with that and I understand this is abrupt and random but it’s something I need to do” he reads, he gestures to the room before looking directly at you. “Is this what you meant by figuring out your stuff?”  

You stand there, frozen as you look at the man sitting on the bed. He looked like he had been through so much in the last six months, running the same thoughts in his head over and over again during all those sleepless nights that are starting to tell on him. 

“I just- I want you to wrap my head around it.” he looks down at the paper in his hand. “Was I not enough? I would have given you the world, sweetheart. All you had to do was ask.” he whispers, looking back up at you. 

His expression was pulling on your heart strings and you cave, walking over to him and crouching down in front of him. Your hands cup his cheeks, pulling his focus to you. 

“Billy, baby, I'm so sorry. I know that won’t make up for what I’ve done but I want you to know that I'm sorry.” 

“Why’d you leave? We could have worked this out. Do you know how many nights I laid there wondering if it was my fault? Running every possible scenario through my head, hoping that I wasn’t stupid enough to push you away and not even realize it.” 

“I had too. I need you to know that I never meant to hurt you, that’s not why I did it-�� the door unlocking put a halt to whatever you were telling Billy, both of you looking towards the door. 

Frank walks in, his eyes focused on you and Billy the moment he walks in. You’re looking at Frank but then back at Billy who stands. You’re left sitting on the floor as you watch the two men take a step towards each other. 

“Is this- are you- you’re really here.” Billy looks at his friend, the confusion evident on his face, fading away by the second before he turns to you. 

You're standing now, Billy’s eyes dark and anger written across his face. “You knew he was alive? You left because he’s alive? Is this why you left?” Billy takes a step towards you and you back up, your back hitting the wall behind you. 

Frank grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back from you. “Leave her alone, Bill.” 

“Get the fuck off of me. Why didn’t you tell me you were alive? Why would you keep that from me?” Billy pulls away from Frank. 

“What would you have done ? Gotten me a fucking job? It made no difference Billy.” 

Billy shook his head, scoffing. “You’re a piece of shit, you know that?” you wanted to say something but it wasn't your place, this was between Frank and Billy. 

He looks over at you and then back over at Frank. “Are you two- you are.” He scoffs once again, shaking his head. 

“Is this because of what happened to Maria ? You took her away from me because I took Maria from you?” 

Frank stares at the man in front of him, his brows furrowed and his eyes squinted. “You-” he breathes and the room falls silent. 

Frank’s eyes are glued to Billy, his heart pounding out of his chest. He couldn’t tell if he was going to throw up or kill Billy. Did he even hear Billy correctly ? Did he say what he thinks he said?

 He knows what happened to Maria. 

He was the one that did it.

“Did you do it Bill ? Did you pull the trigger on my wife?” He finally speaks up after a minute. 

Billy says nothing, staring at the man in front of him with a blank expression on his face. 

You can see them both clearly from where you stood; Frank’s eyes brimming with tears at the thought of his best friend being involved with the death of his family. 

Billy’s face expressionless which was an admission of guilt in itself. 

“She loved you.” Frank whispered into the silence, his eyes fixed on the man across from him. “The kids loved you.” he adds, his words breaking your heart more with each word. 

Bill takes a step back towards you, his back facing you as Frank walks towards him. The two men are facing each other, Frank glances at you for a split second and before you could grasp what he was trying to tell you, there's some movement. 

A clatter of noises and you feel yourself being pulled, your back hitting the chest of someone. When you open your eyes, you realize that Billy’s got you in front of him, Frank across from the two of you with a gun in his hand. 

Frank takes a hesitant step towards the two of you and you try to wiggle out of Billy’s grip but even with one hand, he's holding you tightly. 

“Come any closer and I’ll kill her; I did it to Maria, I'll do it to her too.” He says and there's something cold pressed to your temple; the barrel of the gun. 

Your mouth goes dry and every scenario playing your mind ends with you dead. 

Looking over at Frank, you notice the way his eyes flicker from you to Billy, specifically his torso which you’re standing directly in front of. Frank held his composure; had you not been there, Billy would be dead. 

Your words run through his mind; “I’d take a bullet for you, Frank; you know that, right? Even if you were the one pulling the trigger.” 

Billy’s arm around you tightens, pulling you closer to him, the gun still pressed to your temple. Frank’s eyes meet yours, tears welling up in your eyes and with the slightest of nods, you give him permission. 

He could do what he needed to do.

All you could hope is that you didn’t die because Frank couldn't lose anyone else. 

Your eyes close, bracing yourself for what's to come when you hear the faintest click of the trigger and - nothing. 

Opening your eyes, you realize the gun had been moved from your temple and the person who pulled the trigger was Billy. 

Frank doubled over on the floor, blood spilling from his side. Within the few seconds it took him to pull himself up, reaching for the gun that had fallen from his hand, Billy’s grasp on you manages to get you off the floor and out the door, you’re kicking, screaming and clawing on Billy but he won’t budge. 

“Get the fuck off of me!” you scream, your legs pushed on the side of the car as Billy tried to put you in. 

“Stop fighting or I'll have to hurt you.” he says through gritted teeth, attempting to push you into the car. “I really don’t want to hurt you, y/n.” he says and you’re still fighting, screaming for help as you push back on Billy, away from the car. 

The sound of whooshing air and then something hits you in the side of the head, hard. You collapse back into Billy’s arms and he pushes you into the backseat. 

Frank manages to get up, the gun in his hand as he stumbles out of the door, his other hand pressed to his side. Billy’s already half way down the parking lot by the time Frank walks down the curb. 

He fires the gun three times, one hitting the back light and the other hitting right beside the truck. The third one shattering the glass on the back of the car. 

Frank wants nothing more than to get in the car and chase Billy until he runs him off the fucking road but he can’t. 

Not when the entire world is spinning. Frank’s vision blurs, dark spots taking over the colour and he collapses. 

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2 Days Since You've Been Taken

When you came to in the car, you were sitting beside Billy in an entirely different car, strapped and duct taped to the seat. Now you're in some warehouse in the middle of who fucking knows where while Billy paced in front of you, a gun in his hand. 

The rope is fastened tightly around your wrists, each arm and leg are tied to the coinciding arm rest or leg of the chair. The warehouse was empty, the smell of wet cardboard rising by the second. 

“Billy,” you call out quietly, he pauses his pacing and turns to face you. “It hurts.” you glance at the rope on your wrist, all the wiggling has causes the rope to rub against your skin, chafing it and leaving it a bright red. 

Billy sighs, walking over as he tucks the gun into his waistband. He crouches, loosening the rope barely half an inch, the rope still rubbing into your skin. 

“It still hurts,” you whisper, you’re on thin ice. Within the last two days, Billy hadn't laid a harmful finger on you. He had tied you to the chair but he made sure you were taken care of; gave you water to drink, fed you and took you to the bathroom. 

You weren’t sure what sort of sick, twisted game he was playing but you wanted it to stop. 

Billy grabs your jaw, his fingers under your chin and his thumb rests under your lip. “I don’t want to hurt you.” he tells you.

“But you are.” you tell him softly. 

“You know I'm doing what’s best, sweetheart. I love you.” he says, getting up and kissing your head as he lets go of your face. 

“If you loved me, you wouldn't be doing this.” and that set Billy off. 

He walks back to you, the gun drawn and it rests under your chin, tilting you to look up at him. “You think I don't love you? I would have already killed you already if I didn’t; or is that what you want ? You want me to kill you?” he taunts, you can feel every little movement and you know when he rests his finger on the trigger.

You shook your head, looking up at the man towering over you. 

Play nice and he’ll let you go.

Billy pulls the gun away, “I wouldn’t hurt you, even if you begged me.” he states, walking a few feet away. He begins pacing again, checking his watch. 

You think back to all the times you’ve seen him do that; pacing in his office while you two go over contracts for hours. He'd pace the bedroom because you’re taking too long to get ready or there was the one time you could hear him pacing outside the bathroom while you sat on the floor, waiting for the results of the pregnancy test. 

He fucking kidnapped you and you could have been pregnant with his kid at one point; that’s insane. 

The thought of kids causes your mind to flicker to Frank. He had his fairytale ending; marriage, kids and the house with picket white fence; the whole nine yards. 

Did Billy ever really tell you the truth ? 

Now that you're thinking, anytime Frank was the topic of the conversation, you had brought it up. The night in the restaurant after you had reconnected, you brought up Frank and Billy was the one who told you that Maria and the children had passed and Frank was missing. 

He didn’t look for Frank, it struck you as odd considering that Frank was his brother or so you thought. 

You had brought up Frank when Billy found a picture of you from your high school graduation. Frank had taken it, you sitting on the hood of his car and your diploma in your hand. You mentioned that you two were trying to decide whether you should go to the park or the beach. 

Billy told you about the day he spent with Frank, Maria and the kids at the end of the 2nd tour. They were all happy, one big family from the sound of it. 

Frank’s words ringing in your mind as you watched Billy check something on the laptop in front of him; “She loved you. The kids loved you.” 

They loved him. 

Frank loved him like a brother. 

How could he betray them so easily? 

What was the point? Had their lives been lost without cause or was there something more to the story? Of course there was, you just weren't sure what. 

Before you could ask Billy what had been racking your brain, the phone rang. You didn’t even know Billy still had a phone on him and your first instinct was to scream as loud as you could. 

Play nice and he’ll let you go. 

Billy answers, the call’s on speaker. “Where is she?” the voice comes through and you'd be lying if you said your heart didn’t drop to your stomach. 

Frank was alive. 

You thought Billy had left him for dead in the motel room. 

“Right here.” Billy takes a step towards you. “Where are you?” he asks into the silence. 

“Where are you?” Frank repeats the question. 

Billy hums, “only seems right to end it where it started, doesn’t it?” he chuckles to himself. “I’m a full circle kind of guy, you know that Frankie.” 

Frank’s voice low, the words harshly spat at Billy. “Painted ponies.” 

“See ya there.” Billy hangs up, walking over to you. You watch as he undoes your hands, carefully rubbing your wrists. 

“I’m sorry, baby. You know I don’t want to hurt you.” he tells you once again for what felt like the millionth time. You stay quiet and watch as he ties your wrists together before undoing the knot from your legs. 

“Where are we going ?” you look at the man and he shrugs. “Wait and see. I know you love a good surprise.” he tells you, grabbing you by the arm before dragging you along with him. 

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You had lost your concept of time rather quickly and you didn’t expect it to be so dark when you got to the park. Billy doesn’t hesitate to push you onto the carousel. 

“Get on.” he tells you and you turn to face him. 

“Why?” you ask, Billy ignores your question and hoists you onto the pony himself. He pulls your hands up, zip tying it to the pole. “You don’t have to do this.” 

“I do. I know you, you don’t listen to anyone. Anything you say needs to be taken with a grain of salt.” Billy pulls the zip tie, checking that it’s in place. 

You ignore Billy’s comment; he’s not wrong but it hurt your heart when he said “I know you.” It just felt so real for a moment, as if he hadn’t kidnapped you and you two were together. 

Billy looks at you once more, a small smile on his face before he looks away. He hit the button and the carousel whirled to life; the music playing, the lights flashing and the ponies began moving up and down. 

“Frankie! Come out!” Billy shouted, pulling the gun off his shoulder. 

There's two sets of footsteps, you can hear that clearly. There's Billy who’s a few feet from you and another set that's a lot further, like they were on the other side of the carousel. 

“Guys like us, Frank.. we need this.” Billy calls out over the music. “It’s all we're good for, just a couple of assholes who thought they could have the good things in life.” He takes a few steps away from you, his reflection no longer visible in the mirror. “But we’re not good people, Frank. We never were.” 

When Billy begins to realize that Frank isn't going to budge, he makes his way back to you. The gun cocked, the barrel resting right under your chin like earlier in the day. 

You make eye contact with Billy; cool and collected was written across his face.  

It’s not that you didn’t know Billy was capable of terrible things, as was Frank but you never wanted to believe it. It was stupid of you to think you could deny the things they did but when they were home, they were different people. 

They were just Frank and Billy to you. 

Not soldiers, not cold blooded killers but your friends, the two men you loved the most in the entire world. 

Billy seemed so relaxed to have a gun pressed to you, almost like he was planning this. 

You knew somewhere deep down in your heart that Billy would never hurt you, not on purpose at least and you chose to believe that. 

“Beg! Beg Frank to come out here or I'll kill you.” the brunette spat, loud enough for Frank to hear. 

“Frank!” you muster up enough energy to shout. “Please, just do what he says!” You add, hoping Frank would listen just this once. 

“Drop the gun, Bill.” Frank says calmly, walking towards the two of you. You can hear him but you can’t see him which somehow puts you even more on edge. Billy takes a step back and with the gun away from your face, you feel like you can breathe again. 

Only momentarily as Billy steps out of your line of sight, towards Frank. There’s some thudding, following by a few rounds flying in various places and you have no idea what’s happening because no matter how much you move, you’re stuck to the stupid pony. 

“Me and you, Frankie? We’re the same.” you hear Billy call out to Frank, another set of bullets flying. Once again, there's screaming, grunting and groaning as Frank and Billy attempt to kill each other. 

You can’t see and you can’t stop them. It was killing you as much emotionally as it was killing them physically. 

Billy groans, getting up off the ground and he’s facing Frank, the gun in his hand before he points it at the man who’s stumbling back to catch himself. 

“I never had anyone.” he shouts, pulling the trigger. The bullet hits Frank square in the vest. 

Frank grunts, pulling himself back up. “You had us, Bill.” 

There’s more struggling, grunts and groans along with painful winces. You hear Frank grunt and followed by a sound you know all too well. You can barely make out the men in the mirror of the carousel; Frank has slammed Billy on to the ground and the two roll over and Billy manages to push Frank straight into the mirror, shattering it. 

Billy lets out a painful groan, pulling the shard of glass from his stomach and stumbles back. Frank pulls himself up, kicking Billy down only to pull him back up by his hair and turning him to face the mirror. 

Frank slams Billy’s face straight into the mirror, a series of blood churning screams from Billy as Frank drags his face across the glass. There’s a knife pressed to his neck, Billy looks at his friend through the reflection of the broken glass as his hand reaches for Franks. 

“Kill me.” he begs, “do it.” 

Frank stares at the man for a moment; covered in blood, cuts and bruises. His mind runs back to all they had been through together and he wants to kill him. 

Billy betrayed him, betrayed his wife, his children. He had even managed to betray you in the process. 

Frank couldn’t forgive him but killing him was too easy a faith for the man who took his world away. 

“I'm not gonna let you die today.” Frank pulls the knife away from his neck, his grip still on his hair. 

Billy’s eyes meet Franks, “please.” He begs between tears. 

“Dying’s easy.” Frank lets go with a push, Billy’s face slamming into the broken glass for the last time. 

You can hear the footsteps coming towards you and a few groans before Frank appears. He reaches up to the zip tie, cutting it loose and you drop your arms in relief. Frank’s hand reaches for yours, undoing the knots on the rope around your wrist. 

You slide off the pony, Frank leans on the other one and you fall into him. Your arms wrapping around him just tight enough not to hurt him. His hand rests on your lower back, rubbing it gently. Frank rests his arm over your shoulder, your own arm wrapping around his torso to support him. You help Frank off the carousel, walking towards the gate but not before you sneak another glance at where Billy was. 

Billy has fallen to the floor, blood dripping all over him and pooling around him with shards of glass sticking out of his face.

Your heart sinks at the looks of him. You loved Frank and you always would. He was your greatest love but Billy; you two had something special despite the last few months.

Billy took a chance on you, loved you even when you didn’t love him and he stuck by your side. He made sure you knew you were worthy, you deserved to be loved like you were the only girl in the world.

It pains you to leave him like that.

He betrayed you.

He betrayed his brother, his family, you.

You couldn’t forgive him no matter how much your heart screamed at you, begging you too.

Frank looks over at you, his brown furrowing as he studies you. “I got you,” you whisper, a hand on his chest. “C’mon.” 

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