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[jisungchan]

soft spot | ot7 nct dream

don’t believe in love, but no one makes me feel like you do 

when the moment hits them, that they’re in love with you

mark: when you surprise him at the studio with his favourite snacks.

knowing your boyfriend more than he knew himself, you figured he would be starving at the studio. when he left you that morning, he told you he would be gone all day, working. you never bothered him on days like these, you knew how in the zone he would get, and you refused to disrupt his creative flow. however, when it starts to near midnight, you decide to take matters into your own hands. you stopped at a convenience store and got all of his favourite snacks and drinks to bring, things that were quick and easy to eat so he wouldn’t have to worry. in the studio, mark was so locked in that he didn’t even hear you walk in. it wasn’t until he saw a bag of food being poured onto the table beside him that he looked up and saw you. even though it was past midnight at this point, your face bare with pimple patches, messy hair, and his oversized hoodie thrown over your body, mark sees you as an angel. it was as if his hunger and stomach growling was bluetoothed to your brain. he pulled you into his lap and started to work on feeding you both. mark couldn’t remember the last time he felt loved like this. you weren’t upset at him for not being with you, or even talking to you, all day, but just upset that he wasn’t taking care of himself. the way you just sat in his lap and busied yourself on your phone while he worked away on his laptop brought him the most peace he has ever felt. to be loved is to be understood, and you understood him the best. 

renjun: when he catches you singing to his music.

obviously you listened to his music, he was the love of your life, why wouldn’t you? renjun knew this too, but when he unlocks your apartment with the spare key you gave him and hears you singing to rains in heaven, something stirred within him. there you were, sat on your living room sofa, singing all the lyrics perfectly as you worked away at whatever was at hand. you hadn’t noticed him walk in yet, so he took a moment to appreciate your heavenly voice. even if you can’t sing too well, he thought you sounded like an angel. however, he couldn’t help but notice whenever his lines were up, you would remain quiet. finally, he approached you, greeting you with a hug and kiss as he sat next to you. curiosity gets the best of him,a nd he asks why you don’t sing his parts. when you answer that it’s because you want to hear his voice, he feels the blush creeping up on his cheeks. it’s the sweetest thing someone has ever told him, and he can’t do anything but kiss your cheek, letting you get back to work. while you returned to your task, he sat there and created a playlist of both of your favourite songs, planning on now having karaoke nights with him as you sung song after song. he loved singing, and he loved you. now that he knows you feel similarly, he can’t wait to rewrite songs with you in mind. 

jeno: when you both go on a bike ride, and you stop to take a picture of the sunset.

jeno always knew you were absolutely stunning, it’s one of the things that first drew him to you. of course, he loved every part of you, but he didn’t realise just how in love with you he was. bike rides were one of you and jeno’s favourite ways to hang out, being in each others’ presence in beautiful nature reconnected you two every time. often, at the midway point you stopped for snacks, and would sit together before heading back home. this time, you two went on a bike ride quite late. while riding on the usual trail, you stopped and wanted to snap a few photos of the sunset. jeno always rides a few feet behind you, for “protection” he says. so, when he stops to see why you were stopped, and catches you basking in the sunset, the light shining a glorious pink and orange aura around you, he thinks you look more beautiful right now than you ever have. and it only gets worse for him when you turn around, smiling at him, pointing at how pretty the sky looks. he only grins back, stands his bike up, and walks over to kiss you on the cheek. your smile never leaves your face, and you laugh as you continue admiring the sky. jeno always thought it was cheesy to say you were the better view, but he gets it now. not even the nature that the gods created could compare to the smile on your face. 

haechan: when you welcome him into bed after a long day.

walking into his dorm, he wanted nothing else but to be in your arms. the days have been long, and he’s had a lot of work and stress. so when he walks into his room and, to his surprise, sees you there reading a book, he almost falls to his knees. you peek up from your book, hair put up for the night and glasses on, with one of his shirts on. you wave him over, and he just flops right on top of you into your waiting open arms. his head falls on your chest, and you repeatedly pet his hair with one hand and rub his back with your other. when he hears you whisper “i love you, i am so proud of you. now get some rest, love.” he feels as though he wants to melt into you and never separate from you. he looks up to see you now scrolling on your phone, while your other hand still plays with his hair. he mutters a low “i love you too.” as he closes his eyes and dreams of his future with you by his side, forever. 

jaemin: when you’re in a cafe together.

you and jaemin had gone on a walk, but neither of you had checked the weather. so, when it started pouring in the middle of your walk, you both ran to the nearest shelter, which conveniently turned out to be a cosy little coffee shop. you went to the bathroom in an attempt to freshen and dry up as jaemin ordered two hot cocoas for you both. after you both dried off to the best of your abilities, you sat down to enjoy the warmth from the cup of chocolatey joy. all it took was for jaemin to take one good look at you, dripping wet from the unexpected rain, yet still smiling as you enjoy the cocoa and look out the window. it’s funny how you were soaking wet and shivering, then immediately warmed up as the cup heated your hands. some things just have the ability to brighten up anything. like you, the light of his life. you’re reliable and always there for him, no matter what. you love him through thick and thin, even when he’s drenched in rain water. you are his hot cocoa on a rainy day. 

chenle: when you made his favourite meal when he got back from tour.

chenle has a nice fancy house, all the money and expensive things, and even his dog, but what he doesn’t have is someone to make his house truly a home. after tour is always a bittersweet time, your body is readjusting from both the excessive adrenaline and overlooked fatigue. all chenle wants right now is to be at home, but even more than that, he wants some food from his hometown. so, when he enters his house, he thinks he has officially lost it and is hallucinating the smell of his favourite childhood dishes. following the scent like a cartoon, he lands to find you in the kitchen, apron tied and focused on the pots and pans on the stove. you turn, a large smile on your face as you go to hug your long awaited boyfriend. “you’re home! go shower and lay down, i’ll bring the food to your room!” you shoo him away and he obeys your commands. eventually, you make your way back with a bed tray filled with food. chenle waits no time to dig in and savour every drop you have so kindly made from him. when he questions how you knew the recipes, his hearts warms when you tell him how you had ‘virtual cooking lessons’ with his mom, you had been planning this ever since he left. as he looks down at the empty dishes in front of him, he tries to think of a gesture as grand and sincere as this one, and his mind turns up empty. you get up to take the tray back to the kitchen, but he pushes the tray to his nightstand and pulls you into him. he cuddles you from behind, and when daegal comes up to lay in your lap, his heart, and belly, have never felt so full. 

jisung: when you go stargazing together.

in the middle of a vast grassy field, sat you and jisung on a blanket, surrounded by many snacks and drinks. at this point in the date, you were both laid flat on the ground, your heads next to each other as jisung intertwined your fingers. your eyes were stuck on the night sky above you, looking out to the millions of stars that sparkled brightly back at you. jisung was also looking at the stars, but not at the sky, he admired the way they reflected in your open eyes. the way the twinkled when you subtly shifted your eyes or when you eyes scanned over the dark night sky. jisung always loved looking at the stars, often staring out of windows to get lost in them, but he realised he’s slowly started to prefer watching them through your eyes. feeling someone staring at you, you turn to him quickly covering your lips with his, a sweet and passionate kiss that spelt out his love for you. he knew he was in love when all of his favourite things started to include you in them. he wanted to experience the rest of the world with you, and he prayed that you would allow him to do so. 

a/n: live laugh love keshi ! stream requiem, this is based off of his song soft spot

[mymegrokosmos]

biker wonwoo brainrot anyone? just a quick mention. i was left unsupervised at 4am again. enjoy.

if anyone had told you that wonwoo was just a silly little nerd when you'd first met, you might not have believed them. that is to say, if this grown up version of your boyfriend was the one you'd met nearly ten years ago now. unfortunately for them, the wonu you knew wore big wire-rimmed glasses, lived in mis-matched sweatsuits, went through novels like water and spent most of his free time in the spare bedroom you'd helped him turn into a gaming den.

The version of jeon wonwoo you knew dog-eared the pages of all his books, scribbled notes in margins of anything and everything, liked to lay sprawled out on your lap while you watched romance kdramas together and loved when you ran your fingers through his hair. your boyfriend was often quiet and when he did speak his voice was always soft, even when he tossed out sarcastc remarks sharp enough to cut glass with that mischievous little cat smile of his. he was the definition of a homebody and an introvert.

he had walked into the busy coffee shop where you were working on a paper during finals week and asked if the seat across from you at your small table of two was taken because every other seat in the place was full. you'd seen him every week after that. it had taken him a month to actually speak to you and two to make small conversations a regular thing between you.

despite all that, he did have a bit of a hidden bravery about him. you wouldn't call it adrenaline junkie behaviour but he wasn't scared of a lot of things. where mingyu tended to jump at his own shadow wonwoo was often a steady, practial, stable person it took a lot to throw off balance. he expected everything. prepared for every scenario. it made him hard to surprise, or pull one over on, and often you were grateful for the constistency he provided.

so, when he pulled up outside your office on his motorbike and made a little show of hopping off to come kiss you, you couldn't help but shake your head a little.

"showoff."

"why shouldn't i be?"

you couldn't care less if any of your coworkers was watching as you let wonwoo store your purse in the compartment under the seat and, with a familiarity that came with lots of years of practice at it, strapped on the helmet he handed you. maybe you stared a little as he climbed back onto the bike, who could blame you when those jeans did great things for his ass and the leather jacket only served to highlight how broad his shoulders had gotten since he'd started joining gyu and cheol in the gym more often.

no one could see you ogling him from behind the tinted visor but he didn’t need to see your eyes to know they were on him. the smirk he flashed you before sliding his own helmet's visor back down spoke volumes.

you didn't waste time swinging a leg over the back of the bike and hopping on behind him. and if your grip around his waist was a little tighter than usual, well maybe it would deter that creep from accounting who you definitely hadn't told wonwoo about to stop flirting with you every time you stayed late and got stuck taking the elevator down to the lobby with him again.

if he was watching, and you couldn’t dismiss the possibility that your boyfriend had planned his timing just right to ensure that he was, you'd leave him wondering about just what exactly it was that wonwoo did for a living. let him make up his own scenarios. you were kind of partial to the race car driver guess if you had to pick one, or maybe the pit crew suggestion, that one had made you both laugh last week.

it was a privilege to know you saw a side of your large, intimidating, softie of a boyfriend that not many other people outside of his close friends and family did. surely you could gatekeep that part of him just a little, right?

[gingerteawrites]

Early relationship with Geto: Where you discover that Suguru is a biker

A/N: I saw this one fanart on Insta with Geto as a biker, and now I cannot get this thought out of my brain. It’s just so yummy to think about, so enjoy the brainrot with me with these series of disorganized thoughts. I have been so busy with work these past few weeks, so apologies for my absence. Part 2 here.

Content: Not jujutsu universe, college students Geto x reader, biker Geto, fluff, not proofread

You and Geto had met on campus during a group study session, where he joined through a mutual friend. You had always thought he was the type to ignore people and not care about his classes at all, given the number of times he skipped. He seemed like the picture of an edge lord, and you had never cared to initiate contact.

Despite these assumptions, you came to know his kindness, which shone in the small ways he showed up for others. Like saving you a seat in the busy library, or remembering things mentioned in passing. He would offer to walk you home at the end of late night study sessions, and you soon grew close, eventually leading to a budding romance.

It was nearing the end of the semester, and Geto was in your dorm, sitting in front of your legs at the edge of your bed as you brushed his ebony hair. He was convinced you lived vicariously through taking care of his hair, developing a fascination with trying all sorts of regimens on it. He did not mind though, always appreciative of your soft touch and noting how much shinier his locks had become.

On this evening, you were finally able to convince him to watch the fast and furious series with you, appalled when he mentioned that he had never seen any of the films.

“Don’t you care about family?”, you asked, trying on your best Dom Torreto impersonation, to which your boyfriend responded with an amused chuckle.

You basically thrummed with excitement when starting Tokyo drift, the third one in your little movie marathon. Your fingers absently weaved through Suguru’s hair, finding yourself giving him pigtails while his head rested against your thigh. His whole body lay lax against you, but his dark eyes focused on the nth car chase that unfolded before you on the screen.

He had not spoken much throughout, only sparing a few comments here and there and insisting that he was enjoying himself when you paused to ask him if he wanted to stop. But you quickly noticed Geto getting more active and making more frequent comments when the motorcycles joined the drift game.

At the end of the movie, you sat up to stretch, and he moved from his position to sit on your bed. “You seem to know a lot about bikes!” You remarked after a yawn “Have you thought about getting one? I think it would suit you” You said, smiling as you sat beside him and nudged his knee

He gave a small chuckle, rolling his neck before fixing his gaze on you “What if I told you I did?”

Your eyes went comically wide, mouth agape at the suggestion “Wait for real??”

He replied with an easy smile, hand coming up to pinch your nose “Maybe I’ll let you ride someday”

“What do you mean, maybe??” you asked, offended.

After teasing you a bit more, Geto obliged to your requests. It was a Saturday afternoon when you finally saw his bike in person. It’s glossy black and purple exterior shone under the setting sun, sleekness reminding you of its owner, who had tied his hair into a bun and slipped on his helmet. He climbed on the vehicle, leaning against its sturdy frame and you had to make a physical effort to not just stare at him with your mouth open, eyes traveling along the curve of his body. God, he was made for this.

You were shaken out of your daze when he beckoned you closer, putting on his spare helmet on your head and inviting you to sit behind him. “Remember, follow my lead and no sudden movements.”

It took you a bit to adjust to a comfortable position, but you eventually settled against him. You saw his eyes crinkle in a smile, before he flipped down his visor, revving the motorcycle and gently taking off.

He took you through the city streets first, slowly skirting past rows of houses and stores, before branching off into the scenic route through the local park where he picked up the pace.

The setting sun, your chest pressed against his back and the roaring of the engine are etched into your mind, feeling as though you were piercing the wind, traveling in a capsule of your own. The roads were empty, and Suguru’s hand often came to squeeze your thigh in reassurance, making sure you were at ease.

Your first time on his bike was an exhilarating experience, and transformed you into an enthusiast, as you threw yourself into understanding the world of motorbikes.

Suguru grew accustomed to your heat leaning on him too quickly, and finds himself missing your gentle weight anytime he rides without you.

This leads to him finding not-so-subtle ways to now invite you to ride with him more often “Since we’re off this weekend, I was thinking of going on a little day trip?” "How about we take the bike to go there?" "Do you need a ride?"

And his attempts never fail to bring a smile to your face, lips pulled wide with delight as you delivered a kiss to his cheek “Of course, Suguru.”

Biker boyfriend Geto is not cold, toxic and distant. How could he ever be? Not when you smile at him like you are the sun itself, or with the way you make sure he eats and visit his dorm with snacks when you notice him skip classes because of a bad day. He is the softest around you, and prioritizes your comfort and safety above all else. Caring is his way of loving you.

Let me know what you think, I love hearing everyone's brainrot :)

[creamflix]

biker! boyfriend aventurine headcannons ; — part two here – masterlist here ☆～（ゝ。∂）

biker! boyfriend aventurine who customizes his bike like a portfolio: constantly tweaking parts, not for style but performance. every modification feels like a risk that pays off, much like his job.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who’s always calculating risks: before long rides, he checks the weather, road conditions, and traffic. but he leaves it ambiguous if he’s being cautious or just considering the potential thrill.

biker! boyfriend aventurine with a high-end bike with minimal flash: his bike is sleek, built for performance, not showing off, but the subtle design choices scream expensive taste. think matte black ducati with customized rims.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who picks routes like investments: loves back roads where the stakes feel higher—tight curves, unpredictable weather, and long stretches without traffic, all calculated risks that add excitement.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who prefers night rides: there’s something about the quiet risk of riding under dim streetlights that mirrors his mindset—when the world’s not watching, that’s when the biggest plays happen.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who keeps his bike documents like business files: everything is in order—insurance, maintenance logs, and modifications—just like he keeps tabs on his investments. if there’s ever an issue, he’s got proof ready.

biker! boyfriend aventurine negotiates for every part: he’ll walk into a dealership and haggle like he’s closing a business deal. when the salesperson starts sweating, he knows he’s won.

biker! boyfriend aventurine whose jacket is tailored: a leather jacket, form-fitting, almost as if it’s part of a well-fitted suit. it’s never over-the-top, but always catches the eye with its understated quality.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who never checks the map twice: takes detours and risks on unfamiliar roads because he’s confident the payoff will be worth it—even if it’s just a more scenic route.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who takes bike risks like a gambler: he loves testing the limits of his bike's engine, calculating how far he can push it before something breaks—but he always knows how to pull back just in time.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who keeps an emergency fund: not for the bike breaking down—he always expects things to go wrong, but for when they do, he’s got spare cash stashed in his trunk.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who views every ride as a bet: he tells you that every ride is a gamble with fate. “how much thrill can we handle today?” he’ll ask, revving the engine with that same sly grin you’ve fallen in love with.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who takes you to high-end biker spots: not your typical diner but upscale spots where other risk-takers and business types gather—places where deals are made over drinks as expensive as his tastes.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who keeps a low profile in the biker community: no flashy tattoos or loud boasts, but the way he handles his bike and his cool demeanor gains him respect silently.

biker! boyfriend aventurine who avoids sentimental conversations: mid-ride, when you try to get him to open up, he’ll dodge your question with a smooth shift in speed.

biker! boyfriend aventurine keeps his cards close: even with you, he doesn’t let his guard down fully. you’ll catch him glancing at you after a long ride, smile hiding the deeper thoughts you’ll never fully uncover.

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[allmoshnobrain]

𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 03 of ? | masterpost

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You were close, maybe too close, but he didn't really care, not with the beer making everything feel softer, fuzzier. He'd been seeing you all day, even when you weren't around. You were everywhere, and it just made him more fascinated by you. Fuck. Maybe he really was lonely.

✦ warnings and tags: jason newsted x reader, age gap (23/38), no use of y/n, slow burn, grumpy/sunshine dynamics maybe?, reader has a backstory and it's kinda tragic, a bit of angst, eventual smut in future parts, drinking

You and Jason didn’t talk much on the way home. After saying goodbye, he couldn’t help but think about how easily he had hugged you, holding you close to try and lift your sadness, even if just for a moment.

Jason had to admit you intrigued him; you were kind and friendly, and clearly loved by everyone around you, which in a way was the opposite of what he felt about himself, having quit Metallica feeling like he was no more than a spare tire that his bandmates couldn’t bring themselves to care about. 

No, he was being unfair. He had built quite the friendship with Kirk over the years, but Lars and James — especially James — were tough to deal with. He could still remember the fights, how they'd laugh and mock him, and the way James acted like he owed them everything — his time, his obedience, his loyalty. But it was never enough.

Would it ever be enough if he had stayed?

Maybe that’s why he didn’t regret quitting. He didn’t regret leaving everything behind to start fresh somewhere new, somewhere people didn’t know him. And after seeing the way you looked at him, curious but never judgmental, he couldn’t help but think he’d made the right call.

Because if no one knew who he was, no one could hate him for leaving.

The next time he saw you was Monday morning. He was brewing some coffee for breakfast when you walked past his house, your hair in a ponytail and your bike by your side. He smiled softly as you went by, letting out a small sigh when he realized the weekend was over. He knew he’d better start working on his new songs soon, or else he’d have nothing to show his producer the next time he went to LA.

Working on a solo project was the most fun Jason had in a long time. Being creative was such a big part of who he was, a part that had been ignored and dismissed during his years with his old band. He felt freer now that he could focus on the whirlwind of ideas he had in his own brain, now that he could get lost in his own music, with no other noise to take him away from it.

The morning flew by as he worked on his new songs. Writing them on his own was tough but rewarding. Jason knew he'd eventually need to recruit some musicians for his solo project, but he wanted a solid idea in place before teaming up with anyone. For now, he just wanted to enjoy the process alone, and that’s what he did — at least until his stomach started rumbling.

Lunchtime already, he sighed, glancing at his watch. At least I had a productive morning.

He got up, placed his bass guitar in its case, and grabbed his keys, deciding to head out for some lunch. He knew he wouldn’t have many options in such a small town, unlike back in LA where he could find anything he wanted, but that didn’t bother him. He thought about inviting you for lunch for a moment, then shook his head with a sigh. You barely knew each other, and besides, you weren’t home. Sometimes, Jason had to remind himself that people were usually busy during weekdays; you’d probably be working, too busy to hang out with some boring old guy like him.

Jason wasn’t really old, but he sure felt like it these days. Just a year before, he would have been living a life completely different from these calm, peaceful days in Oak Ridge. If he closed his eyes, he could still remember the energy, the electricity of playing to thousands of people, and the chaos of backstage life — the booze, the drugs, the girls, the fights. But mostly, he remembered how tired he used to feel.

He ended up going to Joe’s Diner again for lunch, raising an eyebrow in surprise at how packed the place was. It was a totally different scene from the empty diner he'd visited with you the day before; now, it was buzzing with laughter and conversation, and the sweet smell of food filled the air. He tried to ignore the curious looks he got as he walked in, but being a stranger in a place where everybody knew everybody still felt better somehow than being a public figure.

“Afternoon,” Maggie smiled as she walked by, pouring Jason some fresh coffee as he sat at the counter.

“Busy day?” Jason grinned.

“The usual,” Maggie said, handing him the menu. “You just caught us at lunchtime. Small town diners, you know?”

“I don’t, actually,” he chuckled, and she raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Before this, I lived in LA.”

“That’s quite the change of pace, huh?” Maggie remarked, before glancing over as someone called for her. “Sorry, I’ll be back to take your order in a minute.”

He was debating whether to go for the same burger with fries he had the day before or maybe try something new when the boy walked in.

He looked around your age, with dark hair, his brown eyes in dark circles and lips curled down in a worried expression. Jason didn’t really pay much attention to the way he scanned the place, seemingly searching for someone before striding over to Maggie, not until he heard him say your name, say he had to talk to you.

“She already told you she doesn’t want to see you, Ethan,” Maggie frowned, and Jason raised an eyebrow as the boy groaned in frustration. “You should give her some space. She didn’t even come in for lunch today.”

“I gotta talk to her, Maggie, but she won’t listen!” he said, trying to keep his voice down but failing. Jason could see the way some people tried to pretend they weren’t listening, even though it was obvious they were paying attention to the small commotion Ethan was causing. 

The old small town gossip, Jason scoffed, unable to ignore how he was also tuned into the drama. He frowned, pondering what role that boy would play in your life, slightly annoyed by his persistence with Maggie. You were such a sweet girl; Jason found it hard to believe you'd shut someone out without a good reason.

“I’m sure she’ll talk to you when she’s ready, but you gotta give her some space,” Maggie said firmly. “Now, you gonna order something? I’m swamped here, kid.”

Ethan glanced around, his face flushing when he saw how crowded the diner was. He shook his head and stormed out. Jason watched him go, trying to ignore the curiosity rising in his mind.

“Sorry about that,” Maggie sighed. “What can I get you?”

“Um, yeah, I’ll take the meatloaf, please,” Jason replied. Maggie nodded, refilling his coffee cup before heading to the kitchen.

After lunch, as Jason drove home, he found himself thinking about you once more. You seemed to be everywhere, even when you weren’t around. The more he thought about you, the more he saw the layers of your complexity, revealing someone he couldn’t help but feel drawn to.

He found himself wondering about your relationship with Ethan, what your history with him entailed, and what had upset you so much. He hadn’t seen you upset yet, not really, just a bit sad, and he wondered how much of that sadness you let others see. Would it be easier to open up to someone you didn’t know well? Would it help if he assured you he was willing to listen if you ever needed to talk?

He scoffed. What was he thinking? You two hardly knew each other, and you were so much younger than him, clearly more innocent and less experienced in life. He didn’t know what you liked, who you wanted to become, or what dreams you had. It wasn’t really his business, anyway.

But still, he wanted to know. He wanted to understand you.

He was distracted from his thoughts by one of those traffic boards at the crossroads, the kind that points out where all the important spots in town are. This one had a few names on it, with arrows showing which way to go: Church, School, Main Street, Recreation Club.

The Recreation Club. Jason remembered how you talked about it, like you really missed it, a hint of sadness in your voice that surprised him coming from someone so young. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to take the street that led to the place. Figured it wouldn’t hurt to explore somewhere new, right? Maybe it’d be a good spot to relax, meet some locals, or even find inspiration for his songs.

He drove for a while along a road flanked by trees, admiring the view as the houses became more and more sparse. This was something else he wasn’t used to, how much nature was all around in this town, surrounding everything. It was no wonder the place felt so secluded.

After some minutes, Jason finally pulled up to the entrance of the Recreation Club. Like everything else he'd seen in Oak Ridge so far, the place seemed like it had its heyday a few decades back, with faded paint on the walls and a few tiles missing from the entrance path. Still, it was clear they kept it well maintained — grass neatly mowed, a couple of flower bushes trimmed into squares by the main door.

He stepped into the reception area, a basic room with wooden benches and a counter. A young girl sat behind it, flipping through a magazine. She had dark hair with a single blue stripe and a round face. When Jason walked in, she glanced up, raising an eyebrow with curiosity.

"Afternoon," Jason greeted with a small smile.

"Hey," she replied, closing the magazine and setting it aside as she stood up. "Can I help you with anything?"

"I'm new in town," he explained. "Thought it might be nice to join the club, you know?"

"Oh, you're the new guy?" she asked, and Jason blinked in surprise.

"The new guy?" he echoed, slightly amused. The girl chuckled softly.

"The guy who's come to live in this isolated hell hole? You know, people talk. Besides, I'm friends with your neighbor."

She was definitely talking about you — who else could it be? Jason chuckled softly, pondering if you had mentioned him to your friends and what you might have said. The idea of you being as curious about him as he was about you made his lips curl up in an involuntary little smile.

“Well, yeah, I’m the new guy. Name’s Jason, nice to meet you,” he introduced himself.

“I’m Sophie. So, you’re liking the town so far?” she asked, leaning on the counter with genuine interest sparkling in her eyes. God, young folks here are just eager for anything new, aren’t they?, he thought. 

"Yeah, it's a pretty peaceful place," he replied with a smile. "So, do I need any specific paperwork to join the club?"

"Oh, nothing special. Just some ID and our membership form to fill out," Sophie explained.

"And if I wanted to cover someone else's membership fee, would that work?" Jason asked, an idea forming in his mind. He wasn't sure why the thought of paying for your subscription popped up, but honestly, that was the whole reason he’d come there, right? It's not like he was dying to join the club himself, and money wasn't an issue for him anyway. But he knew it could make a difference for you.

"Oh, I think that should be fine, as long as the fee is paid," Sophie replied, and Jason nodded.

"Can you give me an extra copy of the membership form? I'll just get my... friend's info filled out before I bring it back," Jason asked. 

"Sure thing. Just make sure your friend comes along for a photo and so we can make a copy of your IDs," Sophie replied, handing him two sheets of paper. 

"Thanks, kid. Catch you later," Jason smiled before heading out.

He got back to his car with a sigh, taking a quick look at the two paper sheets. As expected, there were two copies of the registration form, asking for basic info like name, age, and address. They detailed the membership fee, which, as he expected, wasn't a big deal — at least not to him. No need for references or recommendation letters from other members, unlike those exclusive elite LA clubs. Life really was simpler here.

Jason wasn’t naive; he knew having money didn’t mean he could help everyone, and he didn’t really want to intrude into your life, to put himself into the role of a savior. But you had been nothing but kind to him from the start. If he could make things a bit easier for you, he was more than willing to do it.

The rest of his day was spent unpacking. It was a good distraction, sorting through boxes and setting things in place. Yet, in the back of his mind, he couldn’t shake the anticipation of seeing you again. What would your reaction be when you saw the registration form? Would you appreciate the gesture? Or would you turn it down? Maybe you’d think he was just being weird. Honestly, he wouldn’t blame you if you did.

It was a side of him he hadn’t seen in ages, not since before his days as a rockstar. The more famous Metallica became, the harder it was for Jason to forge genuine connections with people who didn’t see him through the lens of his fame. Everyone knew him as the Metallica guy, and that carried certain expectations and privileges. His fame was like a backstage pass that got him whatever he wanted, but he missed the simplicity of getting to know people for who they truly were.

But you were different. You were the first person in a long time who had no idea who he was, who didn’t treat him like a celebrity at all. Maybe he was just feeling lonely — the thought made him roll his eyes, cheeks flushing slightly.

Night fell, and your place was still empty, porch light on just like you used to leave it when you weren’t around. Jason got bored of whatever was on TV real quick and figured he'd head out again. He'd spotted this bar on Main Street earlier; he wasn't really up for drinking on a Monday, but figured it beat sitting alone all night.

Main Street wasn’t all that far from home; he decided to walk this time instead of driving, and he made it there quicker than he thought. The moon was full up there, its shine kinda dimmed by the streetlights, and a few stores were still open. He spotted the bar, grinning a bit at the weathered sign, a classic Eagle drawing matching the bar’s name, Eagle’s Nest.

He stepped inside, the brisk night air being replaced by a welcome warmth. The place was small, but neat. A few tables were taken, with a football game blaring on the TV. It was still early, so the place was pretty empty. He scoped it out, thinking about grabbing a seat at the counter, and blinked in surprise when he spotted you, laughing softly as you talked to one of the regulars.

You looked beautiful in your pretty waitress getup, hair tied back loose with a tray of beers in hand. Everywhere I look, there she is, Jason mused, a small spark of delight fluttering in his chest. He stood there, just watching you for a moment, and couldn’t help but smile when your eyes met. You seemed a bit surprised to see him, but still flashed a smile, nodding toward the counter as you made your way over. Jason followed, taking a seat.

“Welcome to Eagle’s Nest, Mr. Newsted. You finally got tired of small-town life and decided to seek some excitement?" you teased, and Jason chuckled. You were adorable, bright eyes sparkling with kindness and a familiarity that made him feel like you were old friends.

"Who said I was bored?" he shot back. You laughed softly.

"Sophie mentioned you swung by the Rec Club this afternoon. Figured you'd be scouting for something to do," you remarked casually. He raised an eyebrow. Word sure traveled fast in this neck of the woods.

"So, has everyone been gossiping about the new guy or is it you just trying to crack the mystery?" he smirked, and you chuckled, cheeks tinted with a blush.

"It's a small town. People talk," you replied.

"Yeah, I've heard," he nodded.

"So, what can I get you?" you asked, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Just a beer, please," Jason said. You nodded, grabbing him a bottle.

"You working the night shift?" he inquired.

"Yeah, Mondays and Fridays here," you answered. "Plus my day gig at the flower shop."

"You're a hard worker, kid. Maybe you should take it easy," he remarked, and you chuckled.

"It's all good. Just got a couple more hours and then I'm heading home for a nice, long, hot shower," you sighed.

"Have you eaten anything yet?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice seeing you still on your feet after starting so early.

"Yeah, had a salad and fries," you replied. Jason raised an eyebrow.

"That's not the healthiest meal."

"Salad's healthy!" you laughed, and Jason smiled. You glanced up as the bar door swung open and a group of older guys strolled in. "Sorry, I'll be right back," you said.

"Don't worry about me, go do your thing," he reassured you.

The next couple of hours flew by in a flash; the bar filled up nicely as time ticked on. Jason wasn’t surprised when a few folks sidled up for a chat — curiosity seemed to be a common trait around town, probably 'cause not much new ever happened. He sipped a couple more beers and some water, not keen on waking up with a headache the next day, all the while getting to know some locals: Frank Masters, an older guy from the police station, and Greg Smith, Sophie’s dad who’d swung by after work.

Folks were friendly, eager to chat and share their stories. But even as Jason mingled and made new acquaintances, his eyes kept drifting back to you. You were buzzing around like a busy bee, looking after tables, serving drinks and snacks, always with a smile.

As the night wound down, the crowd thinned out. People were heading home early to catch some shut-eye before another workday. You began clearing empty glasses and plates, taking them back to the kitchen while Jason bid farewell to the guys he'd been talking to.

"You ready to call it a night?" he asked as you refilled his water glass. You flashed a smile.

"Almost, still gotta shut things down," you replied.

"Want me to hang around and wait for you?" he offered, the beers loosening his tongue a bit. You hesitated, biting your lip.

"You don't have to wait on me," you said finally. "I'll be here a while."

"I can stick around, if you want," he offered.

"Okay," you nodded, cheeks flushed as you headed back to the kitchen. Jason hung back while you and your coworkers closed shop, tidying tables, mopping floors, washing dishes, and turning off the TV. After a trip to the bathroom, you returned in fresh clothes, your hair down.

"You ready to roll?" Jason asked, and you nodded. He walked out as you said your goodbyes to your coworkers, then watched you retrieve your bike from the bar's little backyard.

The walk home was quiet; Jason didn't quite know what to say, noticing the slight flush in your cheeks whenever your eyes met his. He wanted to ask about your day, about what went down while he was away. But was it really his business? A weird sort of shyness crept over both of you, the easy vibe from the bar now a distant memory.

You both arrived at your place, and he walked you to the door, the quiet still hanging between you as you leaned your bike against the porch railing.

"Thanks for walking me home," you said softly.

"No problem," he replied, then paused before calling your name. You glanced at him, curious. 

"I swung by the Club today," he started.

"I know," you replied with a smile, and Jason chuckled.

"Yeah, well... I couldn't help noticing how much it means to you. So…” he hesitated. “I asked Sophie, and she said it's cool to pay for someone else’s fee. Would you maybe want to come with me tomorrow? I could get you signed up as a member.”

You blinked, clearly caught off guard, and Jason cursed himself for bringing it up now. Maybe it would've been better to mention it the next morning when he wasn't a bit fuzzy from a couple of beers, when his thoughts would be clearer. When he could explain he would be doing this just as a friendly gesture, with no hopes of having anything in return.

"This ain't a transaction," he clarified, and you raised an eyebrow. "I mean, you don't owe me anything for this, alright? Just think of it as a friend helping out."

"You'd really do that?" you asked quietly. "Mr. Newsted, I... You don't need to spend your money on me."

"Don't sweat about the money," he reassured, his hand gently brushing against your hair. He’d never say it like that, but it’s true he had way more cash than he knew what to do with. 

"Are we... friends then?" you asked, and he chuckled, caught off guard.

"What?"

"You said to think of it as a friend helping out," you replied with a small smile. "So..."

"Yeah, of course. That's what friends do, right? They look out for each other," he said, making you laugh softly. "Look, you don't have to say yes if you don't want to. But I saw how down you were yesterday after talking about your parents, and... I wanted to help."

"You don't have to."

"But I want to," he whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Will you think about it? I can take you there tomorrow morning before work, if you want. Is it okay?"

"Okay. I'll think about it," you said, your cheeks turning the cutest shade of pink when he gently took your chin in his hand. You were close, maybe too close, but he didn't really care, not with the beer making everything feel softer, fuzzier. He'd been seeing you all day, even when you weren't around. You were everywhere, and it just made him more fascinated by you.

Fuck. Maybe he really was lonely.

"Thanks," he whispered, letting his hand drop to his side. "Talk to you tomorrow, then?"

"Yeah.”

"Okay. Goodnight," he said, turning to leave.

"Mr. Newsted," you called out, and he stopped, looking back at you with curious eyes. You stood on the warmly lit porch, arms wrapped around yourself, a small smile playing on your lips. 

"What is it?" he asked, stepping closer to you.

"It's just... thanks," you said simply. "See you tomorrow, right?"

It felt like neither of you wanted to say goodbye, and he couldn't help but wonder how you'd react if he told you he actually didn't.

"Yeah. Goodnight, dear."

He couldn't help but notice the way you smiled when he called you that, the way you bit your lower lip softly. It made him want to say it again, just to see how you’d react.

"Goodnight, Jason," you said back, and he smiled softly before heading home.

✧ if you'd like to be tagged on the next parts, let me know and I'll add you to the tag list! ❤ ✧

[im-so-tired-sorry]

KiriBaku x gen!reader headcannons <3

A/N: part 2!! still kinda new to writing head cannons so sorry if it feels rushed

CW: flirting, some pet names

Genre: fluff

Word count: 0.9k

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Part 1

if everything is pretty quiet, you’ll visit kiri’s patrol spots and say hi before going off to finish your rounds.

you three go out for dinner when bakugo makes it as #2 hero.

over time, there’s a longing tension between the three of you; eijirou will start to become more clingy (obviously asking if it’s ok first) and katsuki will bring “extra lunch” and spare it to you or eiji cause “i’m in a good mood” every. time.

sharing glances with katsuki whenever you cook together

eijirou’s hands roaming your arms and shoulders, messaging them to help you relax

catching katsuki barely brush his hand against eijirou’s before swiftly pulling away.

more movie nights=more cuddling/falling asleep together.

late night calls with both of them while you just rant and talk about anything

it was eijirou who made the first move at confessing his feelings to both of you; it was during a call the three of you were in. he said it so abruptly that you and katsu almost missed it. it was silent for a bit, but you admitted your feelings for the other two as well, then followed katsuki.

it was like someone released all the air out of a balloon ready to pop, all the feelings came out, every perspective being shared about how you all fell for each other.

the call got so intense you all decided to just meet up at katsuki’s house.

once you saw each other, you just hugged.

it was mainly you and kiri dragging baku into the hug, but at one point, he stopped resisting and wrapped his arms around you both. “idiots <3”

stopping by each others places after your shifts became waaayyy more frequent, so much so you suggested making over night bags to leave at the others’ houses.

now, you don’t even notify that your coming over, you’ll just show up and kats will already have finished making dinner for you. “be grateful i even made enough for you.”

or eiji who will pamper you once you come over. “i’ll start a bath for you, and then we can do take out and a movie!!”

if you’re working late, your boys will send a selfie of them together. “miss you baby<3 stay safe 🦈😡” you immediately put the photo as your wallpaper

waking up for middle of the night calls when one of you has a nightmare

katsuki= master chef

you and eijirou= master taste testers, and there no need for a bias, katsuki’s cooking will always excel

“you already got a sample, you’ll have to wait ‘till we eat.” “but katsukiiiiiiii, it’s sooo good, and i’m so hungry, just one more bite!” “No!”

for a while, your schedules almost never line up, too busy to even visit each other after work. it’s to the point, where you go almost 2 months without proper time to talk to each other without it being over a screen.

but you persevere; you can somewhat cook too, and make lunch for them on your day off and visit them at their agency to drop it off.

your bfs will send flowers bouquets/fruit baskets to your agency

by a miracle, your schedules line up for two consecutive days off the three of you share, and you are not gonna waste it.

you three plan on going to the beach in the morning for breakfast, renting bikes to ride around the city, skip lunch and visit the aquarium, and grab dinner before heading back to katsuki’s for a movie night.

while kats was deciding which movie to put on the queue for movie night, you and eiji rant about how nice cuddling together feels after so long, sharing how you missed seeing each other after shifts. “no man should ever go so long without seeing his beautiful partners.”

you talk about missing cooking for each other and going out together and how today was such a recharge for you all. smaller thing like hugging and kissing were also mentioned.

“god you two, just move in already.”

said so casually, there was an abrupt stillness to the moment

in shocked silence, you and eijirou share a look. “katsuki…”

“it was just an idea! it’s not that big a deal.”

“not that big of a deal?!?!”

“look, it’ll be more convenient for all of us if we all just lived under the same roof. that way we can just come home to each other. plus, this house is too big for me to be by myself…” you notice his blush and the fact that he can’t look at either of you.

you recall on how kats had mentioned before about the house being bigger than what he would prefer, but with money not being an issue (being the #2 hero), he bought the house anyway. secretly, he bought it mainly because you and eiji loved it when he invited you two to visit the open house.

you and eijirou share another look, assurance now replacing previous astonishment

“well?”

…

“i’ll call off this weekend to pack.”

“we have tomorrow off, why wait?”

there’s a tension in the air, but it’s not bad. you look at each other and cant help but feel giddy.

you all break out into smiles and blushes and hugs and kisses and lay on each other and at one point, kats tackles both of you so you’re laying back on the bed.

giggles are shared, more kisses are planted, and you’re all so focused on planning tomorrow’s moving day that you fall asleep without picking a movie.

[thebahwrites]

I saw your thing about needing a prompt....

mav finding out about Jake and Bradley's relationship?

no one look at me, I've kept these prompts for days like this, I'm needing inspo, LET'S GO!!!! mavdad + hangster

Maybe it's his own fault, really, Maverick thinks.

Because the years had gone by and he hadn't been around Bradley that much so maybe he hadn't registered the fact not only his boy was a fully grown man. But he was a fully grown man very much with a whole life of his own. He was a fully grown man, with a sex life of his own.

And really, Pete thought, standing in the doorway – he should've thought about that before walking in unannounced.

No, really, it was his own fault. For being up too early on a Sunday morning and wanting to stir up Rooster for an impromptu drive and hop. Maybe. Just maybe, you should consider he might be busy with something else, Ice would've said. Maybe you should actually spare a thought sometime, Mav.

Yeah, okay. Ice, wherever you are in heaven, this one goes to you for being always right.

But really Ice, how could have he known???

Nope. That was entirely on him, standing aside to let a shirtless Hangman walk through. The blond aviator covered in hickeys and bite marks that were still too fresh to be bruises yet, clearing his throat and clearly unsure if he should meet Maverick's eyes. Or even salute. He's all but rushing outside the door, pants barely pulled up. Red from his chest to his ears, blond hair all mussed.

Maverick really wants to say he's sorry and leave but the damage's been done, instead the man is bolting like a deer. If Bradley hadn't actually held him, he was sure Jake would've jumped right out the window.

"Uhm," Hangman clears his throat as he's all but running outside the door. "G-good morning Captain." He blurts uncharacteristically bashful before disappearing. Pete follows him with his eyes for a moment as his poor subordinate struggles to find what happens to be his bike keys and pull out the driveway in record time.

Leaving Maverick still standing in the old house's doorway with Bradley sitting on the couch, pants barely pulled up, head hanging into his hands. Silence lingers between them and Pete can't help bursting out into laughter a minute later.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY MAV!" Rooster shouts back with no real heat, clearly a desperate laugh in the back of his throat as well. It was. It was damn funny.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Maverick manages to spit out mid-laughter, one hand coming up his eyes. "I didn't know! I didn't think you would have anyone over!"

"Clearly!!!" Bradley's exasperate, no real anger but clearly in turmoil, moving to find his phone lost somewhere between the couch cushions, head shaking. And then he starts laughing as well. "So uh.... you and Hangman huh?" Pete can't help himself, smirk slipping into his mouth, closing the door behind his back.

He's answered with a flying pillow to the face.

(send me a ship and prompt for a ficlet!)

I'm sorry this might not have been what you expected but the thought was so funny to me, if u send an ask for a sequel I'll make the cute/serious part of it I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS SO FUNNY

[katakosmos]

can you please spare me some bartydora hcs i have been thinking about them WAY too much

yessss!

in my head, and it's a dynamic that i really like when i think of bartydora, pandora on the outside looks like a perfect princess, with long blonde hair and strawberry lip gloss. but she likes to fool people, she wants them to think of her as a dumb blonde, so she smiles often, laughs loudly, pretends to be clumsy... when in reality she carries a bistoury in her bag along with her pens. and barty is terribly afraid of her, because he saw her doing her silly experiments, and now, every time he sees her in a pink dress and with a bow in her hair, he almost faints because he has no idea who she is and what she's thinking about.

if you can imagine a pale, still barty, sitting next to pandora but putting a good distance between them, who feels like he's dying when pandora, laughing, wraps her arm around his shoulders and presses herself against him... yep, this is how i imagine bartydora.

and it can work very well in other universes too, there's one in particular... pandora and evan are stepsiblings, evan is five years older than her, and they live together in a small house with their mother and pandora's father. sometimes, when evan is busy, he asks his bf barty, who is basically part of the family, to go and pick up pandora from school. he arrives on his bike, gives her a helmet with stickers, and she hugs him tightly with a smile because she loves when barty picks her up with his bike. but at school everyone thinks that barty is pandora's older and very handsome boyfriend; and pandora, who loves being the center of attention, starts acting in public as if she were really dating barty: she hugs him, holds his hand, kisses him on the cheek, and barty's just ☺️ aww, she's so sweet. but then she realizes she has a little crush on barty, and the situation becomes so strange that he's forced to talk to evan about it; in the end, evan fixes everything by traumatizing pandora with a very specific and detailed conversation about sex. LMAO

last thing, when bartydora kiss they merge into each other, seeking as much physical contact as possible. pandora sits on barty's lap and she slides both her hands into his hair, while he squeezes her jaw and her hip.

[crappymixtape]

something infinite • part three

SOMETHING INFINITE • PART THREE J U S T W A N N A S E E Y O U

part three of something infinite – finally a day off and you’re all heading to the lake to fish and swim and drink and it feels like summer and fresh starts and you’re surprised to find you get one of your own | ( 3.3k, angst, tiny bit of fluff if you squint, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader – find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here )

J U N E 1 9 8 7 🎶 never be ourselves, savannah conley

The sky was awake ages before you were, summer sun painting the clouds cotton candy pink and sunflower yellow. The sounds of crickets and frogs had faded and your eyes were still puffy and full of sleep when Jonathan shook your shoulder awake.

“C’mon, gotta get a good spot,” he gave you one of his soft, but playful Jonathan grins and you couldn’t help grinning yourself.

Finally you had a day off. Not that putting books away was anything hard, but as the sun fell through your open window you could feel the potential the day held. Everyone was going to the lake, the boys wanted to fish, and Eddie had promised beer and spliffs and you could already feel the sand between your toes.

When you fell into the back of the Wheeler’s station wagon next to Dustin your hair was still all messy sheets and morning, but nobody else looked any better and you couldn’t help laughing at the state of you all.

“What?” Dustin had asked, voice still scratchy from sleep, and you answered by roughing up his curls.

Nancy rolled the windows down as you bumped out of town into the woods, the air already warm and thick and fuzzy as it wrapped around you. Hop’s boat and fishing poles were up top of the station wagon and Eddie was trailing behind you in his van with Robin in tow. The trees and leaves and clouds flung shadows across the seat and your legs as you went and everything smelled like cedar, like moss and bonfires and summer and you closed your eyes for a minute.

This was nothing like Indianapolis. No climbing fire escapes at 1am, no paper bag bottles in back alleys, no running so fast from the cops you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. This was late nights eating dry Honeycomb from the box and whole cans of Pringles. A pile of tangled limbs in the back of Jonathan’s truck at the drive-in. Your skateboard wheels rough on the pavement like Max’s with Lucas and Dustin and Mike spinning bikes and spokes alongside you. This was lazy and slow and smooth like molasses. Easy, like breathing, and when you felt the car crunch into gravel off the pavement you opened your eyes again.

“First ones here!” Lucas’ squeal woke Max up and she slapped a hand against his chest.

“People are trying to sleep, genius,” she grumbled, head lolling back on the seat.

Mike and Will were busy pointing out all the best spots for fishing, Dustin peeking over the bench to get a better look as Nancy pulled off the road into the long grass. There was no gravel there, just dirt and molehills and wildflowers and when the car finally stopped next to the lake you thought you’d never heard something more quiet and alive in your life.

Mourning dove calls echoed through the birch trees, the buzz of cicadas just picking up, and the soft static of the lake lapping up the rocky shore chased off sleep better than any alarm could. How had your mom hidden this tiny treasure from you for so long? You felt the corners of your lips tug up into a smile.

“Nice, right?” you hadn’t realized Lucas had lifted the back hatch for you to get out. When he caught the look on your face he gave you a grin.

“Yeah,” you breathed, piling out of the car after Dustin, feet kicking dandelion seeds up into the breeze, long grass dancing around your knees as the sun lit the sky on fire.

It couldn’t have been any later than 9am, but you could already feel your skin all dewy in the warm, thick, summer air. Tangerine swimsuit ties peeked out from the waistband of your jean shorts and cut-off shirt, a spare of Jonathan’s sunglasses perched on your head, the very picture of June and July and August, and your smile grew.

“Day’s not gettin’ any longer!” Eddie hollered out his window. He pulled up next to the station wagon, the sounds of Black Sabbath setting the little spark in your chest alight.

“Eddie!” the boys were on him in an instant, their ever fearless Dungeon Master arriving at last. The heavy van door rolled open to loose Robin with a joint already tucked between her lips and she climbed out to stretch her lanky frame.

“God, this place is so pretty it’s almost gross,” she mumbled, sunglasses crooked on her nose. You huffed a laugh as she groaned, “Eds, I’m gonna need a beer.”

“Aye aye,” he quipped, scurrying around the back of the van for the cooler. He was clearly the only morning person of the group. You were about to offer a hand, but something, someone, caught your eye.

A pair of dirty, beat up Blazers, skin all golden and dotted with moles and freckles, eyes like honey and hair a riot – your stomach flipped over.

“Jesus, beer me too, too damn early.”

Steve hadn’t seen you yet, moving without hesitation for Eddie and the cooler, and for a split second you felt like you were back in middle school. Like you wanted to hide. Like you’d seen someone you weren’t sure of. Someone you didn’t want to talk to. But your morbid curiosity kept your feet planted and when he came back into view you quickly turned away, hoping he hadn’t seen you staring.

No luck.

“Morning, sunshine,” you could hear the grin on his lips. At least he hadn’t called you princess.

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth you took in a breath, but Dustin saved you from the obligation of a response, “Whoa, you guys know each other?”

“Unfortunately,” you quipped recovering quickly, gaining a snicker from Lucas and Max as you turned back around. Steve gave you a look and you replied wordlessly with a sugary, sweet smile.

“Cute,” he snarked, lips twisting in a tiny scowl as Eddie shoved a beer into his hands.

“Boooooring,” Robin droned, giving Steve a shove as she walked past him and grabbed your hand, “Less talking, more swimming.”

It felt so strange watching Steve with everyone, how he made them laugh and smile. You’d expected them to have to get on him about being an ass, about his shitty comments and judging stares, but it didn’t happen. It was like everyone knew something about him that you didn’t. They all gave him the benefit of the doubt.

Their laughter and teasing coming so easily as they threw worms from the bait bucket at each other or splashed lake water into beer cans and stole sunglasses from atop their heads. And oh my god, the way he took care of the younger kids. Getting on them about sunscreen and telling Lucas to get a life jacket or Dustin that his walkie was too close to the water. Where was the sniping, scowling, mope of a boy you’d met a couple weeks ago?

As the sun crept higher in the sky, morning gave way to afternoon and you, Nancy and Robin found a spot to lay out next to the lake. The others were all clambering into Hop’s old boat and snippets of their bickering fell into your ears.

“Move over, Mike, Max is sitting next to me.”

“Just because she’s your girlfriend doesn’t mean you have to be on her.”

“I’m not on her.”

“Can we please go already?”

“Children. It’s too early for this shit,” Steve chided. A smirk tugged up at your lips when you opened your eyes, but it fell as you caught the boy pulling the soft white cotton of his t-shirt up and over his head and you swore you felt your heart drop out of your chest.

The muscles along his back tensed as he leaned over and gave the boat a shove off the sandy beach and into the water. A whole galaxy worth of freckled constellations scattered across the slope of his shoulders and even if you wanted to you didn’t think you could pull your eyes away from him.

“Helloooo, anyone home?” Robin waved a hand in front of your face and when you blinked her back into focus she was giving you the biggest shit-eating grin you’d ever seen.

“What?” you sniped, hastily snatching the spliff from between her fingers.

“Oh, nothing, just watching you be a creep.”

You frowned and took a drag, “I’m not a creep. That guy is grade A douchebag.”

Robin huffed a laugh and shook her head, “He definitely doesn’t make it easy.” But then Nancy chimed in.

“Steve’s…had a hard time,” she murmured, tone soft, expression almost nostalgic.

Oh, fell from your mouth and for a minute you felt bad, a thread of guilt snaking around your heart. You had your fair share of shit and people still gave you a chance despite your sass and sharp tongue, why weren’t you doing the same?

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, he can be a dingus,” Robin laughed her bright Robin laugh and grabbed the joint from you, taking a drag, “But he’s our dingus. He’ll come around, you’ll see.”

Turning away from the girls you glanced over to find Steve and Eddie throwing rocks into the lake, laughing like a couple of idiots, and you couldn’t help wondering if maybe you were wrong about him. You wished for a minute he’d tell you. Wished he’d sit close and let you look at him. Let you see what it was you were missing.

“You three are much too dry,” Eddie’s voice stilted your thoughts and you realized both boys had stopped what they were doing to make a beeline for the cozy little spot you all had set up.

“No. No way, Munson. We just lit this. Don’t even think about it,” Robin snarked through a smoky exhale, holding her hand up in protest.

“Think about what? This? Harrington, gimme a hand.”

The look on Nancy’s face was scary enough to make anyone wilt on the spot, but you and Robin were too easy. Eddie scooped Robin up from the ground as she tried to scramble away, flailing against him, “EDDIE MUNSON, PUT ME DOWN.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart!” Eddie walked them knee deep into the lake and then promptly fell over backwards with a splash, Robin screeching as they both hit the water.

A laugh nearly escaped you, but it stalled when you saw Steve coming at you with an intense commitment and you froze. “Oh-no-I don’t–”

“Sorry, captain’s orders,” he said simply and then he was wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting you from the ground with ease and tossing you over his shoulder. As he walked away Nancy shrugged at you guiltily. Sorry, she mouthed, but the grin on her face said she wasn’t.

Steve was so warm, like he held summer and the sun and firecrackers in his chest, and as your shirt rode up you felt his calloused fingers trailing along the soft curve of your hip. His touch was electric, crackling against your skin, and your breath hitched in your throat as he rumbled a laugh against you, “Not even gonna fight me? Doesn’t seem like you.”

His voice shook you back from where ever you’d gotten lost and you squirmed in his hold, cheeks burning bright red, “You can’t be serious, are you twelve??”

“Feels like it,” he shot back casually. His bare feet met the lake and he lengthened his steps as his legs pushed against the water til it lapped at his waist.

“Shit, far enough!” curses fell from your lips and he only laughed in return.

Flipping you around the front of him he gave you a boyish grin. You opened your mouth in protest, but the words died in your throat when your eyes met. Pupils blown from the weed. All burnt caramel and honey, flecks of gold swimming in hazel, bright and glassy in the summer sun.

“Plug your nose,” and just like that the moment was shattered as he pulled you tight to his chest, pushing you both off the sandy lake bottom and under the water.

You probably should’ve said something, should’ve told someone you’d never really been good at swimming cos no one ever bothered to show you, but how lame and stupid and silly and as your head went under the blue-green of the lake you felt Steve let go and you panicked.

Reaching out, your hands slipped against his chest, frantically searching for anything to hold onto, your breath shrinking in your throat. Dread was pulling at your stomach at the thought of him swimming away, but it was like he knew and in an instant he had a hold on you, lifting you to the surface.

“Whoa, hey, are you okay?” Steve blew water from his lips, pulling you up, arms tight and warm on your bare skin.

You sucked in a breath of air, chest heaving, and for a minute you wished someone would throw you back into the lake. Blinking water from your lashes you opened your eyes expecting him to lay into you, but he didn’t.

“Seriously, are you good?” he said again. Lifting a hand to your face his fingers gently pushed messy, wet hair out of your eyes, looking for you to tell him you were okay.

“Uh–yeah. Yes. Good.”

“Good,” he echoed, eyes still searching yours at the uncertainty in your voice.

“I–” the words stuck in your throat, but you heard Robin in the back of your mind, He’ll come around, you’ll see. “–I can’t swim,” you muttered, cheeks burning.

“Oh? Oh,” Steve looked at you in a way he hadn’t done before. You’d loosed honesty on him and he felt it. Water dripped off his nose and he pressed his hand gently on the small of your back. “Well…that’s okay. I–I won’t tell anyone,” and when he looked at you, you knew he meant it.

“Could you at least go out a little further if you’re gonna do that?” Eddie’s voice teased from the shore, barely room for lake water between the two of you and you both realized what it looked like.

“Shut up, Munson! There was a crayfish!” Steve hollered over your shoulder.

“Yeah, oookay.”

Robin slapped a hand against Eddie’s chest and shoved him toward the cooler for another beer, trying to give you a minute.

“Here,” Steve steadied his feet under him, arms still holding you tight as he swam you back to a place where you could touch. When his hands fell away you missed it, Steve and warm and summer, and the cold lake water trailed goosebumps across your skin. “Better, princess?”

There it was.

“You know I hate that,” and you shoved him, but it was soft and you didn’t really mean it and he knew it.

When he looked down at you he gave you a tiny, teasing grin, but it melted the longer he looked. And then he said something that surprised you. “Listen, I-I can be asshole, I’m sorry,” he didn’t shy away, keeping his eyes on yours, and returned your moment of trust.

“So don’t be,” and you were serious, but he laughed and the sound made your heart flutter against your ribcage.

“Workin’ on it,” he rubbed the back of his neck and you swore you saw nerves flicker in his eyes, but then he dropped his gaze and cleared his throat. “Eds, beer me! C’mon, lunch,” and he reached a hand out to flick your fingers before jogging back up to the others.

The rest of the day spun by in a blur of laughter and sunscreen and smoke as the sky blew out into pale pinks and lilacs and bachelor button blue. Everyone was full of the sandwiches Nancy threw together, no one caught any fish, and all you could do was think about what Steve had said.

I’m sorry.

He was softer to you after that, his teasing held less heat, and you were both smiling. A lot. Everyone noticed, but no one said anything and you were thankful for it. You wished you could all stay there in that moment forever, held in the hazy sunbeams that glittered off the turquoise of the lake, but the light was fleeting and soon it was time to leave.

Eddie threw his cooler in the back of the van and lazily passed the spliff he’d been smoking to Jonathan, “Robs, we gotta go soon. Stevie boy has to get back.”

“What? Steve. Don’t tell me you’re hanging out with Tommy?” Robin leaned up on her elbows and fixed the boy with a look he couldn’t see.

“And what if I am?” Steve’s voice was flat as he stretched out on his back with a ball cap over his face, fingers laced behind his head.

“Steve,” Nancy spoke up then, tone short. Eddie and Jonathan both suddenly found the joint they were sharing very interesting.

“What, mom,” Steve huffed a sigh and sat up, yanking his hat over damp hair, “It’s fine, it’s not like I’m gonna steal another car.”

Your stomach dropped. Stealing a car? Tommy? He had to have been one of the other boys that night at Hop’s place. Why was Steve still hanging out with him?

“Hah, hah. Real funny, Harrington. Seriously, Steve. Tommy’s not–”

“I’m kinda done talking about it, Robs, so–” Steve shoved himself off the ground, grabbing his shirt off the rocks, “–Munson, let’s go.”

“Yep, leaving,” Eddie didn’t want to get caught in the middle of it and wasted no time hopping into the driver’s seat, waving at Robin to hurry the hell up, “See you kids at the fair, right? Friday?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Jonathan agreed as he and Nancy tried to herd the kids into the station wagon.

“Hawkins’ Fourth of July is legendary,” Lucas chimed in.

Max rolled her eyes and pushed him into the car, “You’re sitting in the middle this time.”

“You too. Get in, Harrington,” Robin took a page from Max’s book, shoving Steve into the van and pulling the slider closed behind them.

“Alright, everyone say a prayer for Stevie!”

“Shut up, Munson.”

“No, no he needs it!”

“I don’t, I don’t need it,” Steve had shoved himself between the front seats to flip Eddie off, but as he hit the gas Steve fell back into the bench and they were off down the road.

“So, you can sit in the front this time. You know, if you wanna talk to Nance or whatever,” Jonathan said, thumbing over his shoulder.

Oh, fell out. If you wanted to talk to Nance? He gave you a small knowing smile and it made your cheeks flush pink as he walked back to pile in next to Dustin.

The radio crackled as you rolled down the road back home, all the windows open, summer air blowing your lake damp hair past your face. You could still feel Steve’s hold around your waist, that look he’d given you, I’m sorry.

“Listen, I know Steve can be hard,” Nance broke the silence, everyone else fast asleep. “We dated in high school and he just…” she drifted off, considering her words, “…he’s sweet, it’s just not easy for him at home.” She glanced over at you, giving you a half smile. She cared. It was more than obvious.

“I think it’s like that for a lot of people,” you said quietly, your own relationship with your parents less than easy.

“Well, just give him a chance. You know? He’s got a big heart, he just needs someone who isn’t going to break it.”

He just needs someone who isn’t gonna break it.

Would you break it? Wait, did you want it?

You rode in silence for the rest of the ride home, Journey’s After the Fall playing on the radio, your heart feeling a little less guarded, warmer, and wrapped in honey and burnt caramel.

Should've told you then I knew, should've told you right from the start, hey. But the words didn't come out right, so I'll tell you straight from my heart.

SOMETHING INFINITE SYNOPSIS: hawkins, indiana, 1987 – your mom is out of town for the summer on business and she sends you to live with your aunt joyce and her husband jim in hawkins while she’s gone. joyce works at the library and jim is the town sheriff – the kids, will, jonathan and el slowly warm up to you and it’s after you get in with them that you really start to feel at home, but there’s one person who just annoys you to no end. one person you’d love to just boot off a cliff – steve fucking harrington. ♥️ find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here.

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"The Rising of A Wave"

Lin Beifong/criminal!OC.

Prequel one-shot of my main fic "Our gentle sin".

154 AG

Tensions rise in the Dragon flats District as the Triads decide to expand their territories. After listening in a conversation between your grandfather and another bender of the 'borough, you decide to fight for your home.

“-and that’s when I bent a slab off the wall and sent it straight at that prick Idi. You should have seen the look on his face!”

Your grandfather chuckled as he looked up from the bike he was working on, his gloves greasy while he tightened a screw with the wrench in his hand. Sahla was sitting next to you on the floor of the garage, watching the man work and busying herself with a piece of scrapped metal before she let out a small scoff.

“You forgot to mention the part where we had to run for almost five blocks because old Lihun got mad we broke his wall.”

“You used old Lihun’s wall?”

You pursed your lips at the older bender’s expectant gaze, your eyes narrowing at your friend before you raised your hands with a huff.

“I put it back! It was like new.”

“And crooked.”

“Whose side are you on, exactly?”

You glared at Sahla’s sticking out her tongue at you, your grandfather’s lips pulling up in an amused grin as he hummed.

“That explains why he was so grumpy today.”

Scoffing under your breath, you picked up the rag on the tool kit and started wiping down the leather seat of the bike, cleaning the dust off.

“He’s always grumpy.”

“With you. He gives me sweets every time.”

You rolled your eyes, turning to Sahla with a raised eyebrow.

“That’s because you’re a boot kisser.”

“Am not. I just know how to talk to people without pissing them off.”

Your grandfather’s loud snort echoed in the garage, but before you could throw the rag at the other girl, the sudden knock on the raised metal door made you all look up, your expression turning to surprise as one of the neighbours stood right outside the entrance.

“Am I interrupting?”

“Dhir. Come in, we were just working a bit.” your grandfather rose from his crouched position next to you, starting to take his gloves off, “How’re the boys?”

The man, Dhir, was an earthbender around his fifties, with short black hair and brown eyes. He and his family lived a few blocks down the street from yours, and while he mainly worked in one of the factories in the Green Meadows District, you had seen him and his family in the ‘borough many times, he and your grandfather being close friends and helping around the neighbourhood when needed.

“They are good, turning me gray with each year.” the man then smiled at you and Sahla, “Hey girls. Keeping the old man on his toes, Zaila?”

“Always.”

Dhir chuckled at your cheekiness, but his smile dimmed a bit as he looked at your grandfather.

“Do you have a minute to talk?”

You watched the older bender tilt his head to the side, the two men exchanging a meaningful look before he nodded.

“Sure, I can spare the time.” turning towards you, he gestured with his chin to the entrance of the garage, “Girls, go busy yourself outside. But don’t wander off too far, alright?”

You hesitated for a moment, looking between the two earthbenders in confusion, but ultimately nodded and followed Sahla outside, your eyes lingering on the metal door of the garage as Dhir closed it.

“Must be important.”

Your friend hummed, scratching the back of her head as the two of you stood in front of the building.

“Yeah…”

“Well, we should probably leave them be.” she stretched her arms over her head, placing her hands behind her neck, “Wanna go down the pier?”

When you didn’t answer, the girl turned to look at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Zaila?”

Sahla’s eyes widened almost comically as she watched you walk to the fire escape attached to the building and give yourself a small boost with your bending before you started climbing up. With a groan, she quickly followed after you, heaving herself onto the rusted platform like you had done while muttering under her breath.

“We’ll get in trouble…”

“He said to keep ourselves busy and we are.”

“You’re such a smartass sometimes.” the girl groaned again, shaking her head, “This is a bad idea-”

“Shh!”

Reaching the end of the platform, you slowly lowered yourself onto the roof of the garage, making sure to keep your steps as light as possible not to alert the two benders inside. Helping Sahla down, the two of you then shuffled to the ajar window of the ceiling, making sure to keep out of sight as you listened in.

“…need to do something. We won’t be able to hold them away for long.”

You watched as Dhir looked at your grandfather with a frown, the older bender cleaning his tools as he listened on.

“Are the others still holding up the patrols?”

“The patrols are gonna be useless if more decide to accept the bribes.” the man sighed, running a hand through his short hair, “The whole block leading to the park has already paid. It won’t be long before they move in.”

“Who’s they?”

Sahla whispered from next to you, your head shaking slowly as you kept on watching.

“I don’t know…”

“I won’t risk our people’s lives because of some bribes, Dhir.”

Your grandfather’s voice was firm as he spoke, causing the other man to sigh before he stepped closer.

“It is happening, Zakti. Sooner or later they will come and when they do, it will be too late.”

“And what do you suggest I do, hm? Rally the others? Cause a turf war and involve the police too? Beifong is keeping up her mother’s work and breathing down the ‘borough as it is, you want to give her more reasons to suspect us?”

Dhir winced at the harsh words, looking to the side for a moment before meeting the other bender’s eyes.

“Then what do we do?”

“We mind our business and keep our guard up. If anything happens, we will act, but until then, we look after our own like we’ve always done.”

As one of the windows of the upper floors started to open, you reluctantly followed Sahla as she tugged on your sleeve, the two of you quickly moving back to the platform of the fire escape and getting back to the ground before anyone could see you.

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“Steady, now. You want to change the earth’s shape, not just break it apart.”

Your grandfather’s voice sounded ever calm as you weaved your hands in a slow motion, the block of rock between them hovering in the air. Your eyebrows were pulled down in concentration, jaw clenched tightly as you tried to get the earth to turn into sand.

“Maybe you need to relax a bit.”

You threw a glare in Sahla’s direction, the girl sitting on a dusty crate outside your garage while sucking on a lollipop, utterly content to watch you train, and grunted at the wack you received upside your head from the man behind you.

“Focus, Zaila.”

“I’m trying.” you grumbled, tightening your hold, “It’s not working.”

“You’re focusing too much on the end result and not enough on the process.”

“That does sound like you.”

At the other girl’s quip, you raised your hand and threw the rock you were bending straight at her, the satisfaction you got from her surprised yelp short-lived as your grandfather slapped your head again, harder this time. You rubbed the sore spot with a low groan, your emerald eyes meeting his dark-green ones with a look of frustration.

“What? She was distracting me!”

“And you fell for it.” he rolled his eyes, shaking his head at you, “And Sahla wasn’t wrong, You’re too stiff.”

He then walked so he was standing next to you, his hands moving in front of him as he bent a piece of rock off the ground and then started to slowly turn it to sand.

“Sand is not compact like metal, nor heavy like lava. It is light, flowing.”

You and Sahla watched raptly as the older man moved, his bending flawless despite the years on him.

“It is soft…but also hard.”

Closing his fist, the sand suddenly solidified into several spikes before going back to its scattered and versatile consistency. Your grandfather then turned to you once more, raising his brow.

“You can’t let others distract you, Zaila. Much like earthbending, you need to learn how to control your sandbending too, and for that, you need to be focused.”

You let out a small sigh, crossing your arms over your chest, and glanced at the floating sand before looking away, causing the older man to frown down at you.

“What’s the matter with you today? You usually ask me day and night to teach you sandbending.”

When you didn’t answer, his eyes shone with a faint trace of concern before he moved a hand to your shoulder, the sand falling onto the ground at your feet as he leaned closer.

“Zaila? Did something happen?”

You glanced at Sahla, who had wrapped her arms around her knees on top of the wooden crate, her dark eyes watching on with an anxious glint, and let out another deep exhale, finally meeting the man’s gaze.

“We heard what you and Dhir talked about. Yesterday, in the garage.”

You watched as your grandfather’s eyes darkened at your words, his grip on your shoulder tightening. Sahla was looking down at her hands, her fingers fidgeting with a loose thread of her cuffs as the tension in the air mounted.

After a while, the old man clicked his tongue, his head shaking slowly as he looked between you two.

“That wasn’t for your ears. In fact, I expressly told you girls to leave us alone while we discussed it.”

“Why? We’re not stupid, grandad. We know something is brewing in the ‘borough.”

The earthbender pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath before he spoke up again.

“Listen very carefully, because I’m not going to repeat myself again. The less you two know about this, the better. I don’t want any of the Terras or, Spirits forbid, the Triple Threats or Agni Kais to come after you, is that clear?”

The mention of the Triads caused both you and Sahla’s to stiffen, your friend’s jaw slacking in surprise while you looked up at your grandfather with wide eyes.

“But…this is not their turf. This side of the ‘borough…-”

“-is still neutral, yes. Which means any Triad can one day decide to come here and claim it.”

You looked at Sahla, watching her eyes fill with alarm and fear, and turned to the older bender once more, willing your voice to sound as determined as you could.

“But we can stop them, right grandad? You’re one of the best benders here, everyone knows it. Even the Triads.”

Your grandfather was quiet for a moment before he let out a soft breath, the brief flash of uncertainty in his dark-green eyes gone in a heartbeat as he patted your shoulder.

But you had already seen it, and you felt your heart tighten in your chest when you realised what it meant.

“Let’s not worry about this now, alright?” he spoke again, his expression calm once more, “I have to check on something. You two keep practising and leave the matter be.”

With that, he ruffled your black hair before walking towards the garage and back inside the house. Sahla’s footsteps were quick as she approached you, her arms wrapping tightly around your waist from behind you while her forehead pressed against your shoulder blades.

“I’m scared, Zaila…”

You felt your jaw tighten at the obvious fear in her quiet voice, your hand reaching up and covering her own over your midsection. You knew she was right to be afraid, and you couldn’t deny that you weren’t too. The Triads had left this side of the Dragon flats borough alone for years, mostly thanks to the benders in the area making sure everyone was being taken care of. But if they had finally decided to make their move and turn their attention here…

Shaking your head, you turned your eyes upwards to the windows of your home, your jaw set in determination.

“Don’t worry. We’ll be okay. I promise.”

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The screams filled the streets as you pushed through the people, Sahla’s hand tight around yours despite the pushing and shoving. Almost a week after your conversation, several of the shops and houses on the western end of the ‘borough had been broken in and robbed, the Triads making their displeasure know.

And apparently, they had chosen tonight to settle things between them.

Damned assholes are going to bring the whole neighbourhood down!

You crouched low as a water projectile almost hit you, a bender of the Triple Threats too busy fighting with one of the Terras to watch out for the people around. With a grunt, you stomped your foot on the ground and kicked a rock pillar in their direction, the sudden attack leaving them both stunned long enough for you and Sahla to get away.

Leaning against the wall at your back, you panted harshly while peeking outside the alley your were currently in, the sudden sound of the Police sirens and the appearance of the airships overhead making you curse.

Great…

“We need to find my grandad.” you looked at Sahla, who was leaning against the wall opposite to you, “He’ll know what-”

“Are you crazy!? If the Triads don’t kill us, he will when he realises we didn’t stay at home like he told us to!”

The girl pressed her palms against her eyes, frustration evident in her movements as she muttered under her breath. You winced slightly at the words, knowing she was right. Your grandfather had specifically told you to stay put while he and the other benders went to deal with the fights, but when you had heard the screaming and people shouting in the streets, you couldn’t just stay behind and do nothing.

He's going to kill me for real…

With a sigh, you nodded towards Sahla, hiding the anxiety in your voice.

“Okay, let’s go back.”

“That’s the smartest thing you’ve said today.”

You scoffed at her sarcasm, moving closer to the entrance of the alley and stepping out in the streets once more.

“You’re the one who followed me.”

“Someone has to make sure you don’t get yourself into trouble-”

“POLICE, FREEZE!”

The moment you heard the shout, it was already too late, your eyes watching helplessly as a set of metal cables wrapped around your friend and pulled her back before you could grab her.

You rushed towards the metalbender holding her still, your emerald eyes ablaze with fury, but before you could begin to bend even a pebble, another officer pulled up from behind you and tackled you to the ground, his weight making you grunt in pain before you saw Sahla being dragged towards a Satomobile.

“Zaila!”

“Sahla-!” your body thrashed on the ground as you tried to get up, “Let her go!”

You screamed at the top of your lungs, kicking wildly as the officer behind you held your arms into a tight grip before pulling you up from the pavement roughly.

“Quiet, kid.” the man holding Sahla snapped at you, pressing her against the police car, “You’re coming with us, so don’t make a fuss.”

As you watched the metalbender pull out his handcuffs and Sahla’s terrified eyes, you felt your control snap, your hands closing into tight fists behind your back.

“I said…”

The earth under you shook slightly, making the two officers look down in surprise.

“Let. her. GO!!”

With a shout, you slammed your foot back and hit the metalbender behind you on his knees, his grip around your wrists loosening and allowing you to slip away. Raising your arms, you brought them down sharply, the pavement under you turning into sand and making the two men stagger, but before they could react, you had raised your arms again, the sand shooting up and hitting them square in their chests.

As the two officers fell to the ground several feet away, you rushed towards Sahla, her eyes wide as you checked her over.

“Are you okay?!”

“Did you just sandbend?!”

“Get them!”

The voice of another officer further down the street made you both turn your heads in her direction, your eyes meeting olive-green ones for a split second before you grabbed your friend by her jacket and pulled her to her feet.

“RUN!”

The two of you quickly made your way down the street, avoiding the metal cables of the police men best you could until, turning sharply to the right and into an alley, you found one of the back doors opening with a slam, the woman behind it ushering you in quickly before locking the door once more.

“You two! What the hell were you doing out there?!”

As the sound of footsteps echoed in the alley, the woman, Hene, let out a soft curse before leading you and Sahla deeper into her small apartment, her hands on your shoulders as she kept you close and away from the windows.

“Almost getting arrested…Your grandad will be really mad now, Zaila.”

“Have you seen him?” you asked, looking up at the lady’s worried eyes, “I lost him at the square, the officers-”

“The cops are scouring the whole neighbourhood, so he’s probably at one of the safe houses by now.”

The three of you reached the back of the living room, you and Sahla helping Hene move the couch and carpet to uncover the trapdoor right under. Opening the latch, you watched as she then pulled the small door up and helped you down the ladder, her eyes on the two of you as she passed Sahla a torch.

“Keep following the corridor and then turn left. It will lead you back to the bridge.”

“Thank you, miss Hene.” you spoke, watching the woman nod before she closed the door again, “Sahla, turn it on.”

After a couple of attempts, the girl managed to turn the torch on, the light illuminating the dark passage as you followed Hene’s directions. The two of you walked in silence, the only sound filling the space the one of your shoes hitting the concrete below you as you made your way down the tunnel.

“That was really close…”

You murmured after a while, looking behind you when Sahla remained quiet. Only then did you notice the slight tremble in her hands and, with a sigh, you wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bringing her close.

“Hey, it’s alright. We got away and we’ll be back home soon. See?” you nodded at the spot where you were supposed to turn left, your voice gentle, “We’re almost there.”

Your friend’s shoulders seemed to slump in relief at that, but you refused to let her go, holding her close to your side. You had a vague idea where you were, the light coming from the occasional metal grill far up above your heads giving you a basic layout of the passage, and you soon reached a metal ladder leading back to the surface.

Pushing the manhole cover to the side, you glanced left and right before heaving yourself up and out of the opening, helping Sahla up once you were on solid ground, and sure enough, you could see the lights of the bridge a few blocks away.

“Come. We need to go home. We’ll wait there for the others...”

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You and Sahla waited for your grandfather to come back for the entire night, looking outside in the streets below every few hours until the adrenaline finally left you, causing you both to pass out on the small couch in the living room.

Hours later, as the sound of the door being unlocked reached you, you jumped up in fright, one hand shooting out and ready to bend before you felt another one wrap around your wrist and stopping you, your grandfather standing next to the couch.

“Easy there, tigerdillo.”

His voice made your sleep-added mind wake up a bit, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist in a tight hug, a shaky breath leaving you as you felt his hand stroking your hair.

“You’re back…I thought…”

“Shh…” the older bender wrapped his own arms around your shoulders, holding you close, “I’m here, lil’ bird. I’m here.”

You held onto him for what felt like hours, your shoulders shaking as you sniffed quietly, everything that had happened in the past few hours crashing down on you and making you cling to his dirty shirt.

Looking up, you met the older bender’s dark green eyes, the weariness in them obvious, yet his smile was full of affection and relief at seeing you and Sahla safe. He then seemed to notice your rumpled clothes and messy attire, the furrowing of his eyebrows making you lower your eyes.

“I…we were just…”

“Later.” he murmured with a tired breath, looking down at Sahla, still fast asleep, “Come on. Let’s get you two to bed.”

You watched with a concerned frown as he leaned down and pulled the other girl in his arms, his steps thudding softly against the floor as he walked towards your room. With a sigh, you quickly followed after him and got into bed, pulling the blanket over you and Sahla, but grabbed his wrist as he went to pull away.

“Are you okay, grandad…?”

The sandbender looked down at you for a few seconds before nodding, another tired sigh leaving him.

“Go back to sleep, Zaila.”

With that, he walked out of the room and switched the lights off, leaving you in the small bedroom. But as you settled into bed next to Sahla, her soft breaths hitting your shoulders, you felt your heart heavier than ever.

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You were waiting on the threshold of the garage door, watching your grandfather clean up the place from a distance. After spending the night tossing and turning, you had finally managed to fall back asleep if only for a couple of hours before the sunlight filtering through the broken blinders woke you and Sahla up. The other girl had left a couple of hours after breakfast, Dhir having come around to give her a lift as the situation in the ‘borough was still a bit tense after the events of last night, which meant you were left here, staring at your grandfather’s back while guilt ate at you from the inside.

Now or never.

With a deep sigh, you walked inside the garage, stopping next to the half-finished motorbike.

“Grandad?”

“Hm?”

“…I’m sorry.”

The older bender stopped putting his tools away, turning to look at you from over his shoulder with an unreadable expression which made you swallow around the lump in your throat.

“I know I should have stayed here, but…” your voice was quiet, your eyes lowered to your hands as they fidgeted, “…I just wanted to help. I’m sorry, I really am…”

The silence stretched on for a few, tense seconds before the deep sigh he let out made you look up, watching as he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, which you returned with equal force, your eyes lucid as you hid your face into his chest.

“Do you know how worried I was when I saw you and Sahla like that? If anything had happened to you, if the Triads had gotten to you, I…” he shook his head, kissing the top of your hair, “I need to know you’re safe when I can’t be there for you. You understand?”

“I do…I’m so sorry…”

He shushed you softly, raising his hand and wiping away a stray tear with his thumb, and leaned down until he was eyelevel with you, his forehead pressed against yours while his other hand held the back of your head.

“I won’t be here to protect you forever, Zaila. I need you to be able to listen and take care of yourself, especially when you’re also responsible for others.”

You thought back to the previous night and your run-in with the cops. How they would have gotten Sahla and you if it hadn’t been for your sandbending, which had happened mostly by pure luck. And it would have been your fault and yours alone, because you hadn’t listened when told to stay put.

Letting out a shaky breath, you nodded at your grandfather’s words in understanding, which in turn made his shoulders slump in relief. Moving back, her placed a small kiss on your forehead before standing up once more, watching with a soft look as you wiped your tears away.

“Now, I’ve been told that someone was spotted sandbending against a police patrol on the avenue close to the park…” he raised an eyebrow, his expression turning more teasing, “You wouldn’t happen to know what that was about, hm?”

You looked up at the older bender with a short chuckle, your tears forgotten.

“Maybe…”

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“That’s the last of them, Chief.”

Lin Beifong looked up from where she was pouring over her desk, nodding at one of the lieutenants as the remaining suspects were moved to the holding cells.

“Thank you, Lieutenant. Any news on the other Triads?”

“None, ma’am. They’re probably going to lie low for a while before attempting again.”

The young Chief of police let out a short hum of acknowledgment, passing her fingers through her black hair before moving away from her desk.

“And what about those unidentified benders? Anyone we know of?”

“Most if not all of them live in the ‘borough, they’re probably also the ones responsible for stalling the Triads until we arrived.” he passed her a folder, the heaviness of it making her raise an eyebrow, “These are all the benders in the District, at least those accounted for. It would take days to go over them all and it’s not like we can question each one.”

“Agreed. Guess there’s no use in pursuing that lead, then.”

Shaking her head, Lin crossed her arms over her chest before a sudden question popped up in her mind, her olive-green eyes turning towards the officer.

“What can you tell me about sandbenders? Do you know if any of the Triads have them in their ranks?”

The man scratched his chin in thought, mulling the question over for several seconds before he shook his head.

“Not that I can think of. The Terras have some crystalbenders, but sandbenders? That’s new.”

“Hmm.”

The metalbender looked down at the files and pictures streamed all over her desk, the memory of the girl sandbending two of her officers replaying in her head. If the Triads didn’t have anyone like that in their ranks, it was possible she had been just a civilian caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, though she doubted anyone could pick up that type of sub-bending in the streets.

Shaking her head, she glanced up at the lieutenant again, waving her hand in dismissal.

“Very well. For now let us focus on the Triads. Double the patrols in the area until we know more.”

“Yes, Chief.”

As he walked out of her office, Lin sat back at her desk, her eyes on the windows behind her as the image of a young bender with emerald eyes occupied her thoughts for a few moments longer before she had to get back to work.

[oita-division]

—{ I don't have dreams, I have goals }— Harvey Specter

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Teijo Masakuza (a.k.a. Yama) is an Auto Mechanic and the leader of 地獄Riderz

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TECHNICAL INFORMATION

Name: Teijo Masakazu

Kanji: 貞城正和

Romanji: Masakuza

MC Name: Yama

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Occupation: Auto Mechanic

Birthday: February 10

Age: 29

Zodiac: Aquarius

Height: 182cm

Weight: 76 kg

Blood Type: AB

FUN FACTS

Dominant Hand: Right

Likes: his motorcycle, mini car figures, old jigoku riders, cleaning, adult magazines, racing, bathhouses

Hates: Sen’s feral behavior and lack of common sense, taxes, bills, betrayal, rain, heat, milk

Favorite Food: sunomono

Least Favorite Food: bitter gourd

Color: Indigo

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PROFILE

He is a heavy smoking mechanic who owns a shabby workshop named Teijo’s CARSCH Shop. During in his youth, he was disreputed a bad name caused by his delinquencies.

He was once part of a big-shot biker gang 地獄Riderz (that they use for the division team) known to be rowdy of driving around the street but honorable in their territory. Well-respected and feared by his peers and was known to be enforcer and demon YAMA in the gang although his life went down as he was been orchestrated, accused for theft and murder, being betrayed by his friends, got arrested, then spent few years in prison.

After his release, he turns over a new leaf by starting to work in a honest job as a mechanic. Unfortunately, his business didn’t go well as many locals knew or heard of about his previous life and few of the costumers ever came to his workshop due to that. Sadly he again suffer a depression of his sister’s death and his missing nephew for many years

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APPEARANCE

Teijo is an average muscular man with a light skin color and has a long dark blue hair tied into a ponytail. He has a thick eyebrows, light yellow color eyes, and has bunch of tattoo’s on his front and back of the neck. His dresscode is really simple as he wore his mechanic uniform in his work or outside of work.

He wore a blue coverall with a oni print on his back and inside, is a torn but he slightly buttons up the top shoe while showing a torn sando with small clips sticking to it and wearing brown leather boots with laces. Inside the pocket of his pants, he kept his belongings there but mostly there are spare tools he can use for occasions. He also does wear accessories on his person like he has ear pierced on his right ear and barbwire chain necklace.

He also wore a black fingerless gloves, he says his knuckles from his gloves contains actual metal to look like he wore a brass knuckles and a red oni printed handkerchief to wrapped around his face when he was riding his bike.

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PERSONALITY

He comes off as a lone wolf and aloof individual who isn’t interested in anything other than vehicles and fixing with screws, bolts and whatnot. He works alone in his workshop and didn’t hire workers. It’s maybe because he lost his faith and trust on people ever since he was betrayed by his friends from his old gang and distant himself to never made friends with anyone again, except his nephew and Ishihara he can talk to atleast but he does know how to socialize only if it’s work. If it’s outside of work, he is mostly sluggish—more like a tired old geezer of not wanting to do anything, just look for a nice place to tak a nap without thinking of the world surround him.

Teijo is more wise and logical among the group as he experienced of being the vice leader and enforcer in the old biker gang however, there are rare times he gets annoyed when he had to deal with troublesome situations and get it done quickly. If there’s anything to get him lively or pique his interesting is something the involves car/motorcycle race because he loves the thrill feeling of speed. He doesn’t care how his business is low-rated. People would missed out that he is well-versed in machines, especially with cars & motorbikes. He is skilled enough to fix and assemble parts of a vehicle at ease.

He used to be very different in his youth, he was once a typical bad kid who made a lot of mistakes and shunned by others which lead him to prison. As he was released, he became mature, calm and collected person but something utterly struck his spirit down when he found out his sister lost her life and his nephew went missing during that time. He made a promise to his sister once he finds her son, he’ll be the one to look after him although there’s still some of his guilt plagues him for his actions in the past.

Despite his apathetic attitude, he does have some good points of being caring on worrying of other people’s well-being even though if he doesn’t overtly show it to the ones he cared about but will go to great lengths to aid them, specially taking care of Sen. Teijo will do what it takes for his nephew to be happy and fit in with other people. Between him and Sen, he acts like a father. He admits he miss the days when he was at the biker gang that he wished to bring back the gang but into a better one.

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RAP ABILITY

Charge (it’s a life risking effect. His ability is waste all his energy to countlessly attack the opponents in every turn. Once he’s in a brink of exhaustion, he needs to absorb a single damage he’s taken in order to manifest a powerful offensive attack)

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ETYMOLOGY

—> Teijo means “chastity” (貞) (tei) and “castle” (城) (jo)

—> Masakazu means “correct, right” (正) (masa) and “peace” (和) (kazu)

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TRIVIA

His MC name Yama is named after a japanese god of hell “Yama/Enma” from the japanese mythology

He was an acquaintance of the leader of Wild Shīnu, Ryuunosuke Sekiguchi when they fought eachother long time ago

He knows little bit of martial arts thanks to Ryuunosuke’s dad teachings

He enjoys watching car racing, in fact, he secretly went to an underground street race without Sen and Ishihara knowing

He actually knows how to make tattoo’s so he’s that one who puts a tattoo on Sen and Ishihara

What he mostly likes to do is to laze around in the bathhouse without doing anything troublesome

Teijo intentionally make a pun for his shop brand with a German word “arsch” meaning “ass” to put Car + Arsch = Carsch so the people wouldn’t know he’s using a vulgar name in public

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[saemi-the-dreamer]

For the Headcanons meme

Bowser Junior: ♥ and ☯

Trucy Wright: ☆ , ♦ and ♒ And the Same thing for Klavier Gavin =)

Severus Snape: ☆ (i know it will be hard ^^" because this "poor" man have not been happy for years), ☮, ♒ and ★

You can ask me as much that you want too =)

Thanks for the ask <3

Bowser Junior

♥ - family headcanon

Junior didn't ask his father who his "real mother" was after the events of Super Mario Sunshine. Partly because a part of him had clung so much to the idea of Peach being his mom that he wasn't ready to let go of it completely yet, even if he acknowledge the truth. But also because he was happy with his father, and had never really felt lonely with him, Kamek, the Koopalings and even Dad's henchmen; it's like a big family and he loves it dearly.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Funnily, Junior likes to eat vegetables, contrary (and to the shock) of his Dad! But since he loves them best with spicy, hot sauce/flavour, Bowser kinda shruggs it off quickly.

Like most kids of his age, he doesn't like getting send to bed early, even when he's getting sleepy. He wants to spend more time with Papa and help him in his plans or play with him longer.

Trucy Wright

☆ - happy headcanon

The fact that every night, no matter how late he came back home, Phoenix would take the time to check on her and kiss her forehead before going to bed himself. Trucy felt so loved and overwhelmed by this simple gesture.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Trucy is very good at crafting in general, she loves to knit - as we see how she did Phoenix's beanie - and sew. For a long time, she made her dolls' dresses/clothes herself instead of buying more, both to save money but also because she loves doing them. She made her magician attire herself.

Biking, especially after riding a bike with her new Dad, she wanted to be able to follow him and the two often joke that they might do a country race together.

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

As I wrote in one of my fanfic, Trucy is a very good cook! Since Phoenix and her are on a quite low budget, the two found recipes for dishes that wouldn't cost too much. She's the champion for various curry dishes.

Klavier Gavin

☆ - happy headcanon

When he and Kristoph still lived with their parents, they didn't go much to the cinema. But after moving in with their aunt Exilia, he could go see his very first superhero movie in theatre with his brother. Both the hero and music were a huge inspiration for him.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Klavier's favourite sport is natation. He just loves swimming, ever since he was a kid.

He reads quite a lot in his spare time, both to clear his mind and to find inspiration.

Baking! See below ^^

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Klavier cooks well, but his area is more pastries! He started mostly because he knew Kristoph had a sweet tooth and wanted to make him happy, then he realised he actually loved baking. Klavier makes the best pancakes, he needs to threaten to charge people otherwise he'd get called everyday/exploited by the Wright Agency.

Severus Snape

☆ - happy headcanon

Some of his (mostly Slytherin) students found out when his birthday was and for years, he found some little gifts (more or less expensive depending on the students) with cards sent to his office, thanking him.

☮ - friendship headcanon

There were 2 classmates in Slytherin (not blood supremacists or Voldy-fanatics) that he got along well enough. The three could have become friends if it had not been for their personnal problems coming into the way.

Years later, he crossed path with the husband of one of them with his daughter, and the latter told Severus that his wife regretted not actually befriending him and that, were she still alive, she would have liked to reach out to him. This kinda lifted his spirit up a bit.

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Severus is very good at cooking, but he doesn't always take the time to do so. Either because he's too busy, or because he doesn't take care of himself that well.

★ - sad headcanon

(oh dear) Despite everything, Snape really loved Dumbledore as a somewhat father-figure, and he knew Dumbledore loved him too (not romantically ofc), but the Headmaster prioritze "the greater good" before anything else.

[ravenrose18]

My Personal Savior

Chapter 18- New Danger

Daryl smiled in return, listening to the options she gave him. He wasn't sure what they should do first. They all sounded like good ideas and he wanted to do every single one of them. However, he doubted they could fit all of it into one day. Luckily, it seemed that she decided for him as she spoke of the car. His curiosity piqued as she kept speaking about it. Whatever model this was, it had to be something good for her to be so excited. "I'm sure I can help you work on it. Aaron might know a thing or two as well. But lead the way, I wanna see it." He spoke with a smile. It was the most he had talked in one sitting for a long time. He usually had his conversations to be short and efficient, but it was different when it was Raven. He had known her longer than anyone here.

Raven smiles and jumps with excitement as she drags him over to her car next to the gate of Alexandria she stands next to it and smiles "I always wanted a car like this but I'm glad I had the motorcycle that Negan gave me for however long when this all started but you know we don't have to do everything I suggested us doing we can do it whenever we are free it will be just like the old days Daryl like when we were kids." She says she was excited to do these things with Daryl; she hasn't thought of doing what she used to do with Daryl in years she has missed it.

Daryl chuckled as he watched her, a small grin on his lips. He loved seeing her act so happy. It was something he hadn't seen in a long time. Daryl's eyes went to the car as they got closer, a little taken aback. "Woah.. Where did you get this thing?" Daryl reached down, letting his fingers gently touch the hood for a second to make sure the car he was seeing was real. Sure enough, his eyes weren't deceiving him. It was a '69 Charger. Afterward, he put his attention back on her, eager to hear her answer. He knew there probably wouldn't be another one like it there, but where there are old cars, there's usually a stash of spare parts. Parts that they could use. When she spoke about how they didn't have to do everything today, he gave a nod. "I know. Just come up to me when you're free and we can go from there.. And I'd like that." He spoke with a smile. He missed the relationship they had as kids. He wanted it back more than anything.

Raven shrugs and sighs "I just found it in one of the garages at the Sanctuary it hasn't been touched I found the keys in the car too but it seems like this was a joy ride for Negan or for someone who had it before I wish I had a car like this when I started driving. But I would rather have a motorcycle than a car, but mine died a while ago. But you know I always have free time for you Daryl, it's more of you having free time." She says she felt like she could have her old relationship back with Daryl. She just needs to get back into their relationship and do what they used to.

Daryl nodded, still looking over the vehicle in great interest. When she mentioned the sanctuary, he sighed quietly. He didn't want to go back to that place just for a few car parts. Not unless he was severely desperate, which they weren't. At least, not yet. "Well, if it was his joy ride, it looks like it's yours now. I'll do my best to help keep her running for you. If you still want a bike, we might have one to spare, but if there is one, it might need a lot of work. Or I could get you a horse instead." He joked a bit at the last part. Of course, if she agreed, then he wouldn't mind getting one for her. Even if that meant taking her to the Hilltop or Kingdom. Although, he doubted she'd trade the protection of a car for an animal. Of course, he might be wrong. "Well, Negan might keep you busy. But I should be free most of the time. Things have been quiet for now."

Raven giggles and shakes her head "If I don't need to drive the car I would like a motorcycle yes thank you Daryl maybe you can teach me how to fix up a car and or motorcycle especially if we need to make sure we can make it to each community without having to abandon the vehicle all together. Yeah, Negan will keep me busy. He's a talker, but he needs company. He could lose his mind in that cell I almost did." She says she felt like she could've lost her mind in that cell, but she didn't know how Daryl got affected by being in that cell at the Sanctuary.

Daryl smiled, giving a nod at what she said. "I'll look around and try to find you one, and you're welcome. Sure I can teach you. Just as long as you don't get bored because it's a lot." He joked a little bit. He stayed silent for a moment as he listened to her speak. It wasn't until she mentioned how Negan talked a lot that he began to stir again. Daryl nodded, a sigh escaping his lips. "He talks too much. I'd hate to be near him in a situation that needs silence. And again, I'm still sorry. I shouldn't have left you in there." He spoke, regret and sympathy in his eyes. Luckily, he hadn't been in a cell for long when he was in the Sanctuary. At most, it may have been a week or two, but the things they did to him while he was there were worse than his solitary confinement.

Raven shrugs and sighs as she looks at the car and touches the hood and sighs "No no it's fine Daryl really plus it's not going to have an effect on me I've been through hell and it wasn't that bad Daryl trust me but if there isn't anyone to talk to especially when you when there alot of people to talk to. I'm just glad I got to meet and talk to Carl and Tara. I'm glad I made friends while being in that cell." She says softly she is glad she can have Daryl the way he was even if he becomes a better man after not having his brother around. "I have been meaning to ask you what happened to Merle?" She asks

Daryl nodded after a moment. He still felt bad about it, regardless. He doubted the guilt would ever fully leave him, but he'd try his best to stop talking about it so they could move on. "If you say so. And Carl was a good kid. Knew more than all of us. I wish he were still here. We could use his wisdom. Tara's always been a good person too. She's been staying up at Hilltop for a while. I don't think she has any plans on returning soon." He explained. When she brought up Merle, he stood in silence for a moment. Merle could be a difficult and selfish person sometimes, but he was his brother. Daryl still missed him a lot. Eventually, he found his words as he began to speak again, "A month after the world went to shit, Merle and a few others ran into Rick. They got into an argument, I can't remember what about, and Rick cuffed him to a roof and left him there. When I heard about it, I went back, but Merle was already gone. He chopped off his hand to get free. I didn't see him for a long time after that. Then we came across this community. Woodbury, they called it. Merle was found by the leader and taken in. The leader was a man who called himself the Governor. He acted friendly and made empty promises to get you off guard, then he'd kill you and take what you had. Merle served him for a while, but when he found out I was still with Rick's group, he didn't want to fight me. The Governor saw him as a traitor and shot him in the chest. I found his walker, and I had to put him down. I still miss him. He was an asshole, but I loved him." Daryl's eyes looked to the ground as he spoke. He still hated the Governor's guts over what he did to his brother, but at least he was dead now.

Raven looks at him sadly. She wants Merle to die like she knew he was an asshole. Merle always thought of her as a burden and got in the way of Daryl and Merle he was a brother to her but he shouldn't have died that way. "I'm so sorry Daryl nobody should die like that." She says softly as she embraces him and rubs his back. She hasn't even told him about how she went back home and killed her abusive parents, but her parents deserved what they got for hurting her all of her life. She wishes she was there for Daryl when he went through all that.

Daryl wrapped his arms around her in her embrace, holding her close. His chest felt heavy as the pain from his loss resurfaced. Daryl couldn't help but wonder about how things would be if Merle had lived. Maybe he would have changed for the better like Daryl had. Maybe he would have become a respectable person, but he had his doubts. Merle had a complicated personality, but regardless, he still loved his brother above all else. Something that inadvertently brought his downfall. Daryl did his best to push away his grief. He had to keep moving forward despite his losses. After all, that's what his brother would have wanted for him. To keep going and survive this mess. "It's alright, Raven. The Governor got what he deserved." He spoke, giving her back a few pats. He was holding himself together pretty well, but if they had been somewhere private, then a few tears would have been shed.

Raven looks at him as she pulls away putting her hand on his shoulder "I'm sorry for bringing it up I was just wondering I know the past is the past but we've been apart for so long I don't know what you've been through. I wish I was there for you when you went through what you did. I wish I had you there for me when I was alone for so long. I'm just glad you found a group that you see as family. I haven't run into anybody except for one group through...." she says softly she is aware of a dangerous group but she doesn't know if Daryl has heard of them or ran into this group either but maybe if she warns them about them maybe if they run into them again they wouldn't have people get killed.

Daryl let her go when she moved away, letting his arms fall back to his sides. "It's okay. It's a good thing you weren't there. I wouldn't have wanted to lose you in that war, but I wish we could have found each other sooner than we did.. And they're good people. They've saved my life more times than I can count, and I've done my best to return the favor. I'm sure they'll warm up to you. It just takes a little bit. Especially after our recent incident." When she spoke of the group, he automatically thought she meant the Saviors. Maybe she saw the group as her family, just like he had viewed Rick's group as his own. Despite his conclusion, he decided to ask anyway just for confirmation, "You mean The Saviors?"

Raven looks at him into his eyes and shakes her head slowly "No I didn't know who the Saviors were until I stumbled upon The Sanctuary and that's when I and Negan reunited but no I'm not talking bout the Saviors I don't know if you know but there is a group out there more dangerous then any group I've seen Daryl.... this group they lead walkers everywhere and they wear skin mask that they get from walkers and whoever they kill they don't destroy the brain that has the people they kill join their herds they walk among the walkers they use knives as weapons. I saw weird patterns in walkers. When I was out there alone with the lack of food, water, and sleep, I thought I was hearing things like walkers whispering, but it was one of them...." she says softly, looking into his eyes

Daryl made eye contact with her, furrowing his brows as he listened to what she said. People wearing ski masks, and living alongside walkers? A few years ago, he would have thought she was crazy, but after all the stuff he had witnessed, he wasn't too surprised. Yet, it was still a lot to take in. Whoever these people were, they were survivors. However, it sounded like they had lost their minds a long time ago, along with what was left of their humanity. Even though he didn't see these people for himself, it took a special kind of crazy to wear the face of a dead man. "How big is the group? And where did you see them?" Daryl asked. His confusion was now replaced by concern and urgency. If these people were close, then they could pose a big threat to them, so he needed to know all that he could just in case. Regardless, he wasn't going to attack them until they made a move first.

Raven looks at him and sighs and shrugs and shakes her head "I don't know how many Daryl I saw them in multiple hordes and it could be hundreds or thousands but I haven't seen a sighting of them in a while the last time I saw a big horde and heard whispering was probably a month ago in the woods but I would still make aware to your group and other communities bout this because we need to be prepared for anything, especially for sneak attacks with knives they will disguise themselves as the walkers they control so when you think it's a walker don't let your guard down it could be ONE of them." She says, that trying to give all the information she knows to Daryl to help him and his group, she can never help their group go against them.

Daryl nodded a little, taking in all of the details she gave him. Even if they didn't have a lot of numbers, if they had hordes of walkers at their disposal and could lead them around at will, then they were still a big problem. "I'll tell the council, and then we'll get in contact with the other communities. We need to tell everybody we can about it and get them prepared, but we don't need to cause a panic. If they haven't posed a threat to us, then we shouldn't start one. Especially if we don't know a lot about these people." He spoke.

Raven looks at him and sighs "Daryl I know I'm willing to help your group in any way, I can but you should know I have seen the leader and second in command and it looks like we are screwed unless we get rid of the second in command and the leader just letting you know the second in command is tall and strong looking. So I just want us to be careful and work together, including everyone..." she says as she raises her eyebrows at him, making sure she knows what she meant by everyone.

Daryl shook his head upon her proposition. He knew exactly who she was referring to, but he wasn't sure that it was a good idea. Sure, they needed as many hands as they could get, but he was hoping he could avoid needing Negan's 'help.' He was trying to bottle his disgust for the man, considering that Negan and Raven were now a thing, but some hatred remained. "No. No way. That ain't happening. I know you two are a couple now, but that's a bad idea. Especially after he ran off. Hell, our people will be too focused on killing him than the masks." He spoke, his voice hushed. Even though he didn't say his name, he was still trying his best to be cautious in case someone was listening in.

Raven looks into his eyes and frowns and shakes her head "He could help Daryl in some way he can help and I'm not anybody hurt or kill him not if I have to say anything but I would give my life to protect the ones I care about especially you Daryl I would sacrifice myself for you and him because I love you guys so much you and him are the only people who gave a shit about me when nobody else did. So I promise you I'm willing to help, and he would be willing to help if he regrets everything he's done. You may not believe it, Daryl, but I can see it in his eyes. He's not like he was before he was put in that cell. Even Judith can see him changing, and she even told him that there was nothing left out there for him other than me, of course, but she doesn't know who I am. But she was right. The Sanctuary is done. it's a wasteland and nothing left. So please, Daryl, just think about telling your group about him helping." She says she knew saying his name gets to him, so she tries to not say it.

Daryl was still skeptical of the whole idea. He saw Negan as a wildcard. Unpredictable and cunning. However, he'd still attempt to bring up the possibility at the conference. Only because he trusted Raven's judgment, not because he trusted or liked Negan. "Fine. I'll put a word in. Doesn't mean they'll agree, but I'll try. And if he's changed, he doesn't act like it. He still pesters people like he always does and tries to get under their skin. He's not as bad as he used to be, but he still does it and seems to enjoy it. And Judith is talking to him?" He questioned. Of course, he wouldn't snitch on her, but it did bring a little concern. He didn't know how he felt about Negan being near their kids, especially Rick's. After a couple of moments, he sighed. "She may not have known Carl for a long time, but she is just like her brother.."

Raven nods slightly and sighs "Yeah she seems to want what Carl wanted and.... he wrote me a letter at Tara gave me after he died and I couldn't be any proud of trying to help change everything and make it where I tried to stop the war and tried to make it where he wouldn't make any rash decisions but with me being kidnapped it changed him he wanted to find me and make sure I wasn't hurt. But look, Daryl, you need to understand I do anything for you and I do anything for him, including my life. I know you do the same, and so would he. But Judith knows what he's done, and she doesn't see him as a monster; he even helps her with her math homework. But I'm glad you will say something at the meeting about him and about him getting under people's skin. That's the only way he can have fun by teasing he does it to me sometimes." She says

Daryl softly sighed as she spoke of Carl. Even though Carl had only been 16 years old, he possessed a wisdom far beyond his years. With his intelligence, his mother's compassion, and his dad's determination, he would have made a great leader when he grew up. It was a shame that he never got to. Daryl missed him a lot. Everyone did, even Negan. It hurt Negan almost as bad as it hurt Rick, for he viewed him as the son he never had. When she spoke of Judith, Daryl made eye contact with her. He still wasn't sure how he felt about the situation, but he still trusted Raven that Judith would be safe. "Math homework? I thought he was a gym teacher." Even though Raven hadn't told him that, Tara had. Tara had been so dumbfounded at the info that she couldn't keep it to herself, so she told it to Daryl. That way, it wouldn't spread around, and she could still get it off of her chest. "As I said, I can't promise they'll agree but I'll try.. And can you tell him to lay it off a little? Even if it's not trying to be mean, it's pissing people off. Gabriel, especially."

Raven nods, and then she looks up at him. "How did you know that he was a gym teacher? Did Tara tell you? Look, he's a smart man who knows how to use math, Daryl. But beside the point, I'll talk to him and make sure he goes easy on everyone or at least only does it to me. Plus, that's how he got loose from his cell because he was so mad he didn't lock his cell. But hey ummm if you guys still have running water I would like to get cleaned up and relax a bit and I would like to make Negan some food and go down and see him after I clean up." She says as she looks into his eyes

Daryl nodded in response to her question. He wasn't going to lie to Raven, even if it meant throwing Tara under the bus. "I'm the only one she told. She knew I wouldn't say anything. And good. Hopefully, he'll listen. That's the reason he's all alone down there. Not just because of what he did, but because they don't want to be teased by him." When she asked about washing up, he gave a nod. "You can take a shower in my house for now. Don't worry if you use all the hot water. It'll build back up." He spoke, gesturing over to his house. It was just a few doors down from Negan's cell. The Sanctuary had running water when Negan was in charge, but it came from an underground well, meaning the water was cold. They had a heating pump, but because of the size of the building, it tended to not be reliable. In Alexandria, they didn't have to worry about it that much. They had hot water available to all of them, and if it was used up, it'd be back in just a few hours.

Raven smiles and nods "I guess I will go get clean up and changed and we can leave my car here or should I move it to your house I don't mind moving it so we can maybe keep it covered with a tarp if you have one." She says as she pulls out the keys and hands them to Daryl.'' Don't stretch my car. I'll let you move it while I go get cleaned up." She says as she walks to his house with her bag and looks down the street, noticing the little window with bars, knowing that's the cell. She sighs as she goes into Daryl's house goes to the bathroom with a shower and starts getting cleaned up. As soon as she was done in the shower she got dressed and went into the kitchen to find something to make for Negan to eat.

Daryl gave a quiet scoff of amusement when she told him not to scratch the car, before taking the keys into his hand. Even though he mostly drove motorcycles, he was still a pretty decent driver when it came to cars. When she walked away, he immediately got into the car and started it up. A grin spread across his face as he heard the engine roar with life. He hadn't thought he would ever hear the rumble of a V8 again. He sat in silence for a few seconds, just enjoying the sound, before he did as she asked and drove it up to his house, parking it nearby. Once it was parked up, he made sure to lock the car to prevent any nosy teenagers from getting in, before walking inside and setting the keys down on the table where she could see them. Once that was done, Daryl walked back out of the house and made his way to their meeting room so they could have a discussion.

Next Chapter

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