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faithambr · 5 years ago

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Måten du ser ut i kveld (The Way You Look Tonight)

(Author’s Note: So I thought that I had typed up this one! Guess I didn’t, so here it is.I actually had found this from like two years ago! So happy to post it now.)

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It was a chilly, but beautiful night in the city of Las Vegas. The city where lights are always illuminating like stars and the buildings ever so unique. Where tourists can be treated like royalty and local celebrities would be treated like normal people. A city where everybody can party and be out of their comfort zone. After all, whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

Many people would consider Las Vegas a tourist destination, but to the few it is their home. Some people may think it’s crazy to live in Las Vegas, but who would be the ones serving the tourists? Who would be the ones cleaning out the hotel rooms, finding God knows what underneath a bed or couch? Who would be the ones patrolling the Strip for trouble? Who would be the ones even giving tourists rides to their destination.

The answer would be the locals. The Las Vegas natives are the glue that would hold everything together. They are the people that have been taking care of the city and they will continue on doing so. They’re the ones that would clean up the vomit from some punk and even make sure that the punk would be okay. They’re the ones patrolling the streets, just making sure that everyone is safe and sound.

Many people would still consider it crazy to live there, but to Anna and Kristoff Las Vegas is their home. A home where they are able to provide themselves and for others. A home where everything would be open 24 hours, including liquor stores.

This is our home. Kristoff had thought while him and his fiancee Anna were getting ready for the night on the Strip. A home for us to share.

“Kristoff,” Anna mumbles while she was applying her makeup, “aren’t you going to tell me where are we going tonight?”

“Nope.” he smiles fondly down at his love.

“Oh c’mon.” Anna sighs in defeat, making her fiancee laugh. “Can you just give me a tiny hint?”

“I tell you what,” Kristoff chuckles, “you put these things on,” he quickly hands over purple jacket, hat, and her pair of boots, “and I’ll get an Uber.”

“Really?” Anna quirks an eyebrow as she quickly got herself ready for the night.

“Yep.” her love calls out just as he was feeding Sven, the chocolate lab.

“Well okay then,” Anna smiles as she stood right in front of Kristoff, “how do I look?”

“You look beautiful as always Anna.” Kristoff murmurs as he strolled on over to her.

“Oh you’re just saying that.” she teases him.

“And I mean it,” he kisses her fervently, causing her to roll her hips against his.

“Well then,” Anna lets out with a short breath, “guess I’ll have to make up for later, love.”

“And I’m looking forward to it.” he growls in reply, just as their Uber had arrived.

“Awesome.” Anna giggles as she walked on out the door with him following her like a lost puppy.

“Where to?” their Uber driver had asked Kristoff.

“The Bellagio.” he answers, making Anna smile with excitement.

“Alright.”

“Awww baby,” Anna gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek, “that is so sweet.”

“Anything for you feistypants.” Kristoff kisses her fervently.

“Mmmm.” Anna bit her lip, knowing not to get too handsy with Kristoff.

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It took the driver about twenty minutes to get to the Bellagio from their cramped studio apartment, downtown.

“Oh look at this place, Kristoff!” Anna exclaims as she looked out the window. “It’s so beautiful.”

“I know.” Kristoff smiles at his gorgeous fiancee. “It sure does.”

“Oh remember the time when Mom and Dad took us here?” Anna beams with joy.

“Yeah I do.” Kristoff smirks as their Uber had dropped them off at the valet entrance. “Thanks.”

The Uber driver just nodded after Kristoff had tipped him in cash.

“Mom told us kids that we had to take our family photos at the Christmas tree.” Anna continues making her love smile. “Oh you were so embarrassed with wearing that reindeer sweater.”

“Was not.” Kristoff rolls his eyes while they were strolling on throughout the casino.

“Your cheeks were red as that sweater, Kristoff.” Anna grins as she poked him in the rib. “Your mother still has that sweater some where.”

“And I told her to burn it.” her loves groans as they stood at the entrance of the botanical garden.

“Well,” Anna giggles, “she told me that she’s keeping it for the future grand babies.”

“Grand babies?” Kristoff asks an eyebrow at her, just as he pulled out his camera.

“Yes.” Anna’s eyes danced in appreciation while her love was taking pictures of the beauty within the garden. “She wants us to give her some.”

“I see.” Kristoff states just as he was about to take the perfect shot of her. “Hold still, Anna.”

“Like this?” she whispers while she was gazing into one of the flowers.

“Just like that.” Kristoff smiles as he snaps a couple shots of her.

“So what did you get, Kristoff?” Anna asks in delight.

“A beautiful picture of you.” her love cooed as Anna looked over his shoulder at the picture.

“Aww Kristoff.” Anna blushes, making her love smile . “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” her love smirks down at her.

“Oh I have an idea!” Anna’s eyes lit up with anticipation as she gently pulled the camera away from Kristoff.

“Hey!” Kristoff calls out while Anna was trying to get someone else’s attention. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to get our picture taken, you big goof!” Anna giggles as she kisses him on the cheek.

“I see.”

“Now are you two ready?” the person holding the camera had asked.

“Yes.” Anna answers.

“Alright, ready? 1,2,3....” the person had snapped their lovely picture.

“Thank you, sir.” Anna smiles while the young man hands over the camera to Kristoff.

“You’re welcome.”

“See now,” Anna gave her love a kiss, just after Kristoff had returned to her side, “do you understand love?”

“Yes I do, Anna.” Kristoff returns the favor, deepening their kiss.

“Mmm...” Anna’s eyes had fluttered open followed by a loving smile. “I have another idea.”

“And what’ll that be?” Kristoff smirks down at his love.

“You’ll have to see.” Anna winks as she pulls him on out of the botanical garden and into some shopping areas nearby.

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An Hour Later

“Oh Kristoff,” Anna exclaims in excitement as they were walking in front of the Fountains of Bellagio, “isn’t this beautiful?”

“Yeah it sure is.” Kristoff smiles in awe just as the fountains began their usual show.

“Kristoff,” Anna began, while humming the tunes of the fountains, “do you remember some of the music that my dad used to play in the restaurant?”

“Not really,” Kristoff recalls from memory, “but I do remember the times where we would stuff our mouths with black olives. You would always claim that you can stuff them the most.”

“Ah, as if.” Anna scoffs, making her fiancee chuckle even more. “You’re just saying that. Plus you used to eat the mozzarella cheese from the bin.”

“Did not.” Kristoff rolls his eyes in amusement.

“Did too.” Anna smirks just as another song was playing. “Oh I like this song!”

“Huh?” her love cocks an eyebrow while Anna was humming her favorite tune.

“You know...” Anna hums as she pulls her love in for a dance.

“Some day, when I'm awfully low, When the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you And the way you look tonight.“

“Anna,” Kristoff gave her a hesitant look, “I don’t know how to....”

“Ah yes you do, Kristoff.” Anna smiles up at her love. “Don’t lie to me about that.”

“Anna,” her groans in reply, “there are people here.”

“So?”

“Alright.” he smiles down at her as she pulls him in for a slow waltz.

“Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm And your cheeks so soft, There is nothing for me but to love you, And the way you look tonight.“

As the young couple began to slow dance to Sinatra, Anna couldn’t help but relive all of the memories of their childhood. She loved the idea of seeing how their relationship came about. From being childhood friends, to romantic love interests, to an engaged couple. And look how far we’ve come. she had thought to herself, while feeling the heartbeat from her love.

“With each word your tenderness grows, Tearing my fear apart And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, It touches my foolish heart.“

Her heart was pounding at the first time she had met her fiancee when they were just children. She was about five years old when she had found out that there was going to be a family moving across the street. She remembered being so excited, that she literally ran across the street. She knew that meeting Kristoff and her family was very neighborly, yet she didn’t expect it to change her life. At the time she was hoping to be lifelong friends with Kristoff. Now, she’ll be married to him within a year. Everybody told us that we were gonna get married. she thought as she continued on reliving their childhood memories.

“Lovely Never, ever change. Keep that breathless charm. Won't you please arrange it ? Cause I love you Just the way you look tonight.“

It was a month later when she saw his parents working at her father’s Italian restaurant. His mother, Bulda, was the lead waitress in the front of the house, while his father, Cliff, was the head chef in the kitchen. At first, she was a bit hesitant on seeing them with her father, but then she realized that they were simply meant to stay. Maybe they knew that we were going to get married. she thought while the song was still playing.

“Mm, mm, mm, mm, Just the way you look to-night.“

Over the next few years, both families had grown close together. Both her and her older sister, Elsa, loved the idea of having someone to hang out with in the back office, while their parents were working. She figured that Kristoff didn’t really mind hanging out; therefore, she decided to play board games with him. Now those were the good times. she thought, remembering all the times she had beat him at Chutes and Ladders. Even as we got older.

By the time they all were in middle school and even in high school, both Anna and Kristoff had started to do some light work in the family restaurant. Young 13 year old Anna was a hostess, while 16 year old Kristoff was in charge of the dishwasher. They both knew that their jobs were very important, yet they were thinking about other things to do. Anna was too busy thinking about her friends and boy crushes, while Kristoff was too busy thinking about his academics and her. She knew that he had some sort of crush on her, yet she didn’t expect to fall in love with him.

“Thinking about something, Anna?” a voice had interrupted her thoughts.

“Hmm...” Anna gazes into her love’s eyes. “Remember those dates we had back in middle school, love?”

“Oh God yes.” he chuckles in reply.

“Now can you imagine what they’re thinking now?” Anna continued throughout their dance.

“My guess,” Kristoff adds much to his love’s surprise, “would be that Mama Bulda had insisted on us being together and your parents went along with it.”

“And they sure did.” Anna had stated to her fiancee.

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An Hour Later

“Kristoff look,” Anna smiles as she pointed at one of the casinos, “isn’t the Luxor fantastic tonight?”

“Yeah,” her love replies while they were cruising on down the Strip with their Uber driver, “what about that casino?”

“It’s super cool.” Anna had answered. “Remember the time that we went to the pool together?”

“Yes.”

“And we got kicked out of there?”

“You were six and I was probably nine when you had decided to pretend to drown.” Kristoff had recalled from memory. “And your dad wasn’t paying attention, so a lifeguard had to come to your rescue.”

“Dad was probably too drunk to remember.” Anna adds.

“Yeah I remember him saying a few choice words with security.” Kristoff continues.

“In which that had caused us to get kicked out.” Anna sighs in defeat.

“But I do remember the other time when I said ‘I love you’ at the same exact location.” Kristoff smirks, making Anna blush pink.

“It was when we were celebrating my twenty-fourth birthday.” Anna gave him a loving look. “You took me out to dinner at the buffet and told me that I looked beautiful.”

“You were wearing that green dress with glitter on it.” Kristoff smiles at his love.

“Yes.”

“And then I said ‘I love you’.” he continues, making her hear flutter.

“You made me cry that night, too.” Anna kisses him on the cheek.

“I did?”

“Yes, you big dork.” Anna giggles, just as their Uber driver had arrived at their destination.

“Here you are.” their Uber driver had stated.

“Thanks man.” Kristoff answers as he and Anna had exited out of the Uber.

“Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada.” Anna had read aloud as she stood in front of the clear path leading to the sign.

“Yep.” Kristoff had whispered from behind. “Dad used to tell me that the sign was a symbol of home for him.”

“Well your parents did grow up here.” Anna replies back.

“They did,” Kristoff had stated, “but to him the sign means everything to him.”

“Well I think that this is our home,” Anna had added, making her love smile, “and our future is here.”

She was right. Their home is where they grew up. Where they got to spend their childhood running down the streets, catching lizards, and collecting rocks from the deserted lots. Where they have had their own ups and downs in life. Where they would want to have the family business grow in their hands. A home that I’ll never leave. Kristoff had thought as he gazed into those childhood eyes of hers. Without her.

“Kristoff,” Anna breathes, “what are you thinking about?”

“You.” he whispers ever so softly. “Us, our home, and our future here.”

“Oh.” she mouths with a warm smile.

“And by the way Anna,” Kristoff had casually smiled as he pulled her close to his heart, “you sure do look beautiful tonight.”

“Oh you’re just saying that.” she brushes him off.

“And I mean every bit of it.” Kristoff murmurs, as he pulls Anna in for a kiss.

“Kristoff,” Anna murmurs back, “the sky’s awake. The sign is sparkling.”

“Indeed it is.” her love whispers, making her reliving all of their childhood memories.

And indeed it was.

#the way you look tonight #frozen fandom #kristanna fandom #modern au

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franstastic-ideas · 5 years ago

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Master List Oct Edition (2/2)

This half contains Yandere Month Special, Classic Undertale Headcanons, Multiple AU asks, other headcanons that didn’t quite fit the first half, and Franstastic-Ideas’ more personal posts

The first half contains AU-centric headcanons excluding UT

Yandere Month—————————————

Oct 3

Frisk is on an ambassador trip?

Mafia Yandare hcs on both our sweet frans ♡

yandare King Sans and his Lady Ambassador!

cryptozoologist frans but ... yandare~

more yandare for me please! have you heard of echofell?

what about Murder Frans (Murder Sans x Frisk)

Ink x Draw? (InkSans x InkFrisk) but yandare???

Yandare Error x Core?

Where do the Horrortale brothers fall in the least to most nuttiest yandere spectrum?

These are my questions about the yandere skeletons [1. reasonability, 2. saying No, etc]

Oct 4

yandere version of the convergence AU?

Any headcanons for yandere storyshift bros.?

yandare lamia??.

Oct 6 - How about a yandare frister?

Oct 9

Haven’t really seen much yandere!G!Sans. Could you do that?

Yandere Headcannons on Nightmare and Dream right?

But, what if a female touched his lady as a platonic gesture? (Yandere!G)

If G!Frisk would somehow found out how Yandere G can be if needed to

Oct 10 - yandere outertale?

Oct 22

yandare cuddles with the swap brothers

What would Yandere Dance be like

Oct 23

So what about a yandere Dusttale sotry

What would Yandere WraithTale Sans do with Rosalyn

Killing is extremely rare and saved for severe occasions in my yandere-verse

Oct 24 - If Chara escaped and Papyrus was unable to find her?

Oct 27 - "he wouldn’t sleep until she was found"

Classic Undertale————————————

Oct 1

imagine Sans never confessing

Frisk and Chara hear a lot of puns and knock-knock jokes from Toriel

why does UT Chara hate humanity?

Does Frisk or Chara have a backstory

thoughts on Asgore and Toriel coming back together

Oct 2 - canon fact or a fan theory, Frisk fell 100 years, after Chara

Oct 3

some papyrus x chara x asriel hcs

chasriel and frans double date?

Oct 4

Frisk and Sans reconcile after getting into an argument?

how about some gaster x frisk x sans hijinks?

Accidentally ripping your pants in front of your S/O

Oct 5

Other than losing Frisk, what does Sans fear?

Is Chara a tsundare?

Oct 6 - Why did UT Frisk climb the mountain?

Oct 8 - Sans’s Reaction to Papara In a Nutshell

Oct 9 - If Frisk did a genocide run and she had to kill Sans?

Oct 10

Frisk can flirt with Goat Mom and canonically flirts with Papyrus

why Sans was creeping around before introducing himself?

Oct 11 - What are frisk and sans’ favorite seasons

Oct 12

UT Frisk as someone who flirts with pretty much everyone

Is UT Sans was a bit more eccentric and wild about his work?

Would Pap ask Chara about letting him in the Royal Guard?

Oct 14

What does Papyrus think of Grillby himself?

Do you think that the Charas liked to play with their Asriel's ears?

Ariel will state that Chara "wasn't the greatest person’

How do you think Asriel and Papyrus feel about each other overall?

"prone to random bouts of stupidity when Chara is involved."

"And they have to share". Do you mean Chara or that one braincell?

When Asriel and Papyrus are competing, how does Chara react?

Chara's reaction to Sans’ secretly trolling Pap online would be?

Oct 21 - do the skeletons have peeves that their human lover does?

Oct 22

How would Gaster and Sans respond to a third rival

How Frisk/Chara felt about Alphys’ crush on Toriel and Asgore?

Undertale cuddles? o3o i want more of those!

How you think frans would spend a rainy day

How about surprise kisses? Chara initiating their first kiss?

Would Chara be the one to tell Papyrus about his cooking?

Has Sans or Papyrus seen natural disasters while on the surface?

Would Chara tell Pap Undyne’s feelings of him and the Royal Guard

Oct 23

can we some of that Frister cuddles?

What would Sans and Mettaton's relationship be?

in Undyne and Alphys' wedding. Frisk caught the bouquet!

Frisk/Chara receive x-rays. How do their boyfriends see it?

Papyrus with a human anatomy book of undeniable proof

Oct 26 - If frisk put herself on a near death state to save someone?

Oct 27 - Paps has told a skele-ton of puns in the game

Oct 28

"Papyrus thinks his jokes are better than Sans’s." Does Sans agree?

Do you think that Chara met Dr. Gaster?

Perhaps Sans and Flowey aren’t the only ones aware of the resets

How do you think Chara behaved at first towards the Dreemurrs?

Papyrus' reaction was when he found out that MK was a fan of his?

Oct 29

When you check the family photo, Chara's response would be "..."

Do you think that Chara cuddled with Asriel?

Oct 30 - "Papyrus feels the need to inspect them… just in case."

Multiple AU Headcanons—————————

Oct 1 - More gpapara headcanons please! child of the ruins hcs too?

Oct 2 - Frans aus reacts to Frisk suddenly dying and not resetting?

Oct 6 - Is Gaster Sans' older brother in these aus or something else

Oct 8

In order from least to most, who are the ten biggest tsundere

UT Frisk and US Chara when bfs are telling puns to other women?

Minus HT Sans, who are the most protective/possessive?

Oct 9

skelebros react to someone very openly checking out their ladies?

soft UT papara, soft househusband green, and soft UF papara

With each Papara and Frans couple, who kissed who first?

Oct 10

skelehusbands favorite places to kiss on their wives?

What would Older/Married Skelehusbands give to Younger selves?

how sanses react once frisk starts aging and eventually pass away?

what would their skeleton lovers react to "that time of the month"?

Oct 11

How the sanses feel if frisk had a previous love interest that broke off

UF, US, and SF Sans and Frisk are pregnant but the girls don't know

would Soul sensing be the same in reverse?

Aww, man. I was hoping for them to freak out or something

Where to their wives like to kiss their favorite skeleton?

Lol, I can only imagine how freaked out they'd get. :3

If “previous love interest” caused Frisk to have a negative reaction?

Oct 12

Do the Frisks squish their Sans' faces?

what if the first kisses where started by the cutiebones’ lovers?

Do any of the Frans/Papara couples get into arguments

Is there a human that likes the Gaster AUs?

How did each version of Sans and Papyrus go about soulmates

When did the Sanses realize that they were in love with their Frisk?

Chara had to deal with their ex-lover. How each Papyrus respond?

Oct 13 - Most Papyri refer themselves as "the great Papyrus”…

Oct 22 - Frisk/Chara with whom they refer to as a "boy friend"?

Oct 27 - Have the Sanses/Swap Papyruses always liked bad jokes?

Oct 29

Do UT Chara/US Frisk had doubts that the Royal Family loved them?

Frans/Papara confessions where Frisk/Chara confess?

Chara responds to receiving a bouquet of flowers/chocolate

Other Headcanons————————————

Oct 1

Monster Hunter Chara and Monster Papyrus?

can I ask for FellGFrans? or FellGPap?

Persephone/hades-esque headcanons for both frans and papara

Would HT Frisk ever fall in love despite him keeping her captive?

Oct 2

your pacifist horrortale...but swapped?

Reaper and Frisk as Hades and Persephone X3

Oct 3 - I was wondering if you’ve heard of an AU called Farmtale

Oct 4

a modern war AU where Sans is a spy and so is Frisk

any horrorfrans/papara hcs you could share with us?

About that Lamia AU... what would be the next step to courting

Horrorswap Papara please

Oct 6

Is Gaster Sans' older brother in these aus or something else

snippets from Feeling Bonely without you?

Your wild west au love triangle between Grillby, Chara and Papyrus.

skeleton bachelors in the HarvestTale/FarmTale soul events

Oct 12 - In outertale, sans shows frisk where shooting stars fly by

Oct 20 - What's your ideas about Core! Frisk and Error?

Oct 21

Headcanons for semisolidmind’s Aslyumswap

Narrator-Chara AU head cannons?

“The Villain I Appear To Be,” does Frisk feel remorse for hurting sans

Oct 22

Swapfell papara/frans cuddles?

If the Convergence AU was a Papara reverse harem?

Oct 23

more cuddles! outertale papara/frans?

In the AUs where Chara and Frisk are "joined at the soul” explanation

Oct 28 - "Chara and Frisk are attached via soul", an alternate view…

Personal Thoughts————————————

Oct 1

Written Horrortale, Gastertale, or Underlust Papara?

Punctuation

Is this Reapertale? Or maybe it’s Greektale…?

can we take one of your prompts and write a fic of it too?

how to be you???

written HCs on love confessions or marriage proposals?

A recount of my AUs:

Your thoughts of HCs for the Six-Bones AU?

Oct 2

Have you read “Sooner Or Later You’re Gonna Be Mine”

Reading through your posts about Crypto!Frisk, and I wanna say…

Oct 3 - Is Frister a ship exclusive to Cryptozoologist au?

Oct 4 - Opinion about the Papyton (Papyrus x Mettaton) ship?

Oct 5 - Just imagine Flowey having the voice of Lil Gideon.

Oct 8 - Good news! My application’s been accepted

Oct 10

Would you ever be willing to write a Papyrus x Frisk fic?

Would it be okay if you could write about yandere Flowerfell?

Oct 12

I heard Flowerfell was based off of the writer and his romantic parter

if you were to choose between Frans and Papara

Oct 21

welcome back friend! how was your break?

HEY! It's been a while how are you doing?

Welcome back! Hope things have been well! :3

Are all AUs accepted here?

Oct 22

How do you feel with Monster kid x Frisk?

why do you like the idea of chara being evil? (no hate)

Thoughts on Friskriel?

Rosalyn makes me think you dont like tsundere characters

Oct 23

When a thunder character becomes abusive

I actually have the same feelings about Tsundere

‘I hate all tsunderes and everyone that likes the trope’, is not true.

Opinion of the AU's where Chara and Frisk are joined at the soul?

I don’t have too many headcanons about the characters of Deltarune

Oct 24 - About the Author

Oct 26 - Status Update 10/26

Oct 27

Why you should share your ideas with the world

Do you know Ragnartale by @naomyart ?

Oct 28

I have a phobia of injections

Well, it’s over and done with, until next year at least.

All the stories I wrote in the past, I still have them

Oct 29 - I think one of the most insulting responses you can get

Oct 30

Hey there! Where can I read your stories?

Sometimes my mother will ask about how my writing’s going

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Holy... Cow! This took a while. But, November's list looks like it's going to be of a similar size to this, so expect the next one being split into 2 as well!

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lipstickbisous · 5 years ago

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description: daniel seavey, a singer, a friend, a son, a husband, and a father doesn’t remember anything.

warnings: the description should tell you this is hella sad so, cursing, also, no it’s not “william” the son’s name is willem.

tags: @keepseaveyweird @bessonbear @sfx-bands @annabseavey @ijustreallylovethem @seavey-siren @coolkidcorbyn @tempus-ut-luceant @danieldelicate

a/n: i feel like i only make sad imagines. also, thank youuuuu to @bessonbear for helping me out and proofreading this for me! she had such good ideas

the day was excruciating. your twins were loudly playing in the background, so you barely even heard your phone go off.

you weren’t extremely mad, but you were pissed. daniel had promised he would be home to help with the kids because you had work to do. lately, he had a tendency to come home around 11:00. plus, he missed tucking his twins into bed every night and you knew it hurt them.

it started with the twins telling you to wait for dinner because daniel hadn’t been home yet. you’d have everything on the table and they’d scream and say no. you’d eventually end up waiting an hour and eating dinner late, only to pack it up and place it in the fridge as leftovers.

the twins stopped asking for goodnight tuck-ins and bedtime stories and goodnight kisses ‘n cuddles from daniel. you tried your best to give them what their father couldn’t, but your kisses and cuddles and stories couldn’t compare.

the call was from his phone, and you were about ready to yell. but what stopped you was an unfamiliar voice.

“is this (y/n) seavey?” it asked.

you were hesitant to answer but then heard the sirens behind the voice. “um...yes? where’s daniel?”

“he was involved in a crash with two others and he’a being transported to a hospital immediately.”

you gulped, trying to breathe but nothing was happening. “o-okay.” everything was silent. well, not necessarily because your two kids were still screaming and playing but the news about your husband caused you to freeze and all the sound around you went blurry.

“mommy!” you heard your daughter yell. “look what we did!”

you could see willow holding up a piece of paper from your peripheral vision but you didn’t face her. “mommy?” you wanted to move but you couldn’t. your muscles were stuck in the same sitting position you had been in before the call.

“mommy needs to go somewhere.” you said quietly and the twins instantly felt the same feeling you did.

“dada?” your son, willem, asked, but you couldn’t truthfully answer that. your kids were smart and they knew when something was wrong.

“no, no, no!” you lied, putting a smile on your face. willem sat in your spot on the couch as you stood up. “daddy’s fine! i’m just gonna get your grandma to come watch you guys, got it? be good for her.” your children nodded and looked up at you.

»«

you had explained everything to keri. although she was heartbroken that her son was lying alone in a hospital bed and she wanted to be there for him, she understood that she also needed to be there for her grandchildren.

the drive to the hospital was nerve-racking. you kept asking yourself the same questions.

is he okay? is he safe? what happened? how bad is it?

is he even alive?

you pushed the thought of your dead husband out of your head. there was probably a 5% chance he didn’t make it. he was fine. you’d gotten the news that corbyn and jonah were fine, but corbyn had texted you that daniel went through a lot worse.

but he was fine.

it was around 10:40 when you got into the hospital but you had been informed that you weren’t alllowed to see daniel yet. you tried explaining to the nurses that the officer allowed you to come visit, but they wouldn’t let you in.

so it was around 1 am when the nurse walked out of his room and met eyes with you. the thought of what the twins were doing immediately left your head when she opened the door for you.

there was a large cut on his nose, a bruise on his cheek, and he had a cast on his arm, but otherwise, he looked fine. you weren’t so sure why it took so long to see him.

“baby,” you rushed to him, instantly wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. he hesitantly wrapped his one arm around you.

he muttered out an, “ow.” you chuckled and let go of him, not noticing the blank and confused look on his face.

his hand cupped your cheek as he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered on the earth. he hadn’t looked at you like that in a while and you appreciated it. “beautiful,” he whispered to himself, but you heard it.

there was a chair placed next to the bed, so you sat yourself down in it. you smiled warmly and held his hand, feeling the callouses and scars on his palm.

“the kids kept asking where you were. your mom is watching them right now, she’s worried about you too. corbyn was so scared to tell me about the crash, i have no idea why,” you laughed breathlessly and daniel decided it was the prettiest laugh he’d ever heard. “i waited so long to see you. hours, i was so scared.”

daniel was quiet but he had the same expression on his face that told you he understood what you were talking about. but he didn’t.

“kids?”

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and smiled, laughing like it was a joke. “y-yeah, the twins...?”

“oh,” he said simply, which confused you even more. “you’re a mom?”

you laughed like it would get him to stop. “w-what?”

daniel closed his eyes and shook his head. “i-i’m sorry, you’re beautiful and you being a mom wouldn’t stop me from thinking that, but,” he breathed. “who are you?”

you sat back in your chair, still wearing his sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. “daniel, we’re married.”

“what?” before he could be answered, the door banged open and jonah and corbyn marched inside.

»«

you sat on the edge of your bed with your elbows on your knees. you weren’t crying; you didn’t really do that anymore. you bit the inside of your cheek and closed your eyes, breathing into your palms.

there was enough energy in your body to sob louder than you ever had before, but the twins were downstairs and you couldn’t wake them up. they were around 20 months old and they were just beginning to form sentences.

daniel loved his kids.

you were both excited to be having a baby, but when you found out you were having two, you were ecstatic. daniel hated going on tour and leaving you three behind. whenever he was home, he always slept next to their cribs because if he didn’t, you could say goodbye to sleep.

all of those memories made, not only with your kids, but the two of you together. you were high school sweethearts and it was a surprise to everyone that you and daniel were still holding strong.

but all of those memories were gone.

you sighed when you heard the door open. your baby boy walked in with a toy daniel had given him on his first birthday. you knew your daughter wasn’t too far behind, probably listening in.

“where’s dada?” he asked with his small voice.

your heart clenched and your eyes softened. his look was so innocent and pure; he didn’t know the ways of the world, the unfortunate crash that his father had been in that caused daniel to forget who his son and daughter were. he looked exactly like daniel, the same eyes, nose, lips, and maybe that’s what made it hurt so much.

“i don’t know.”

»«

“this was our third date,” you said, sliding a photo across the table you sat at. daniel sat in front of you as he caught the small and thin object. he’d been staying in a rehab center for people with memory loss. “you took us to the beach and...it was sort of cliche, actually. we didn’t go swimming, just walked around. it was nice.”

daniel smiled like he remembered it as he looked at the photo, but you knew he didn’t.

“this was when we moved in together,” you spoke again, showing him another photo. “our first apartment. that was about five and a half, maybe six, years ago-”

“i’m sorry. (y/n), but everytime you come over you show me the same thing, but i still don’t remember this,” he pointed to the photos and sighed. it broke your heart to see him like this. “this method obviously isn’t working. i need something else.”

you clenched your jaw and nodded. thinking to yourself, doubting yourself. he’s not ready. it wouldn’t make a difference.

but maybe...just maybe.

“okay”, you nodded nervously. “i’ll be back.” you said before leaving him alone in his room and returning to the lobby where keri sat with the twins. one small smile was sent and she understood.

“come on, guys,” she said in a higher voice. “let’s go see dada.” you watched two bright smiles paint their faces as willem ran up to you to hold your hand. you laughed and walked them to daniel’s room.

you knocked quietly and heard his, “you don’t need to knock.” he knew it was you and he’d told you it a million times before.

daniel was definitely still in love with you. he could never stop, but all the memories you’d made starting in high school were gone. they just...vanished. daniel didn’t remember his kids either, which was heartbreaking. he didn’t even know their names, you hadn’t bothered to talk about them before.

he remembered everything about his parents, and he only remembered anna, but everything else was forgotten.

“hey, mom,” he said with a small grin when you opened the door. keri held his face by his cheeks and kissed his nose, leaving him laughing and trying to push her off. “i’m not five.”

“i know,” keri smiled, sitting down. “i just get so happy to see you.”

daniel smiled and then locked eyes with you. he saw the two smaller beings standing next to you and it broke his heart when they hid behind your legs like he was a stranger.

you gently pulled on your son’s hand to walk forward and, thankfully, he did. “it’s dada, willem.” you smiled. “it’s okay.”

“hi, willem,” daniel gently waved, patting his lap. “come here.” willem hesitantly walked to his father, carefully sitting on his lap. daniel’s eyes scanned over his son’s face; he looked too much like him. the eyes, the lips, the nose.

“you chose his name,” you smiled warmly, remembering the moment in the hospital. “and this-” his next words left both you and keri with wide eyes and parted lips.

“hi, willow, baby.”

this didn’t make sense whoops

#daniel seavey #why don’t we #imagine #new imagine #6/12 #unbelievable #don’t change #jack avery #corbyn besson #jonah marais #zach herron #angst #fluff #smut #masterlist

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color me moonlight. V

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› Summary: Some flowers are not to be plucked, for their thorns are far too sharp for any hand to graze, yet, they were chosen. She shined, light radiating from the depths of her soul. She was radiant, powerful – she didn’t know it, but a creature as beautiful she could never be bad. However, he was made to consume the light. For the light was meant to dwell with darkness just as powerful, but far more dangerous.

- Flashback -

November 21st, 1980

I believe my calling is to heal people, make them stronger, beautiful—better.

“Jane!”

A wide-eyed 5-year-old came running down the hall, a sheet of paper in her hands. Lenny. She’s a carbon copy of her big sister, just a tiny version with two pigtails and a jet black bob.

“Look,” She took her paper and put it over her sister's biochemistry homework, “I drew this for you.” She had the cutest smile and her oversized shirt hung on her tiny figure adorably.

“Thank you, Lenny,” She smiles, “but mom said you were supposed to stay in bed, Doctors orders.” Jane was currently in school for her first medical degree and she takes her little sister's illness very seriously.

“But I just wanted to bring this to you.” She pouts, bottom lip poking out.

“Well, your picture is beautiful,” Jane tilts the photo to the side and furrows her brows, “who is this pretty girl?” She points to the photo illustrating a girl in a garden with a sun behind her in vibrant crayons.

“That’s the girl I see in my dreams sometimes, the light follows her, it’s like- like the sun.” She jumped on Jane’s bed, playing with the charm bracelet on her wrist.

She’s having the visions again. Lenny has a rare ‘disorder’ that Jane has been researching with other doctors for some time now. She sees what they believe to be the future in vivid dreams and visions, and she sees it backward. When the doctors were testing her and trying to figure out why she would get so fatigued, that’s when they found the reason.

“It does what she says and that’s how the plants grow.” She giggled, crawling off the bed and jumping into Jane’s lap.

“Wow, she must be really special if she can do that.”

“Of course she’s special,”

She giggles, “she’s your daughter.”

“My- My daughter?...” She reiterates to make sure she heard the little girl right. When Lenny nods, a cute little grin on her face, Jane just shakes her head with a giggle. “Ok,” She gets up and scoops Lenny into her arms,

“You officially need to go back to bed, you’re talking crazy.”

Agent Jeon has one goal, find Y/n and take her to SRMA.

His first attempt to capture you backfired, but with all of the research he’s doing, he should have no problem tracking you down. Nelson didn’t say much about what you could do, so he didn’t know how cautious he should be. But then again, you ran away from him, you didn’t try to fight. So that makes him wonder, do you even know how to use your powers?

“I made a list of contacts, I’m going to meet with Jung Hoseok, a friend of hers who works as an intern at the SRMA. I’m going in now to ask him a few questions,” He nods at whatever is said through the phone, “I’ll make sure he knows.” He walks up to the front desk.

“Excuse me,” The woman looks up, “hi. I’m looking for Jung Hoseok, he’s an intern here I believe.”

“Oh, yes. And your license please?” His brows furrow as he reaches in his back pocket to reveal his form of identification—his FBI badge. By her widened eyes, she deems is identification enough for her. She directs him to the elevators so he can go to the 4th floor. He gets on the elevator and in just a few moments, he’s walking down the hall, and coincidentally, he sees Hoseok walking by with a clipboard and a lab coat on his shoulders.

“Excuse me, Mr. Jung.” Hoseok looks back at the call of his name.

“Hi,” He pauses in his tracks to look at Jungkook, “can I help you?”

“Yes actually.” Jungkook shows his badge and Hoseok recoils at the sight. “My name is agent Jeon Jungkook and I’d like to ask you a few questions.”

“Alright...but what’s this all about?” He swallows, trying to remain composed in front of the agent.

“Is there somewhere we can talk privately?”

“Sure,” Hoseok let his coworkers know he would be a minute before leading Jungkook to the break room. They both take a seat across from each other and, Hoseok twiddles his fingers as Jungkook gets comfortable, pulling out a pen and paper.

“So,” He sits cross-legged, “how do you know Y/n?”

“We met in a class, I’ve known her for about 4 years now.”

“I see,” He writes that down, “and are you to close?”

“Close?”

“I mean, does she share a lot with you? Does she confide in you at all? or vice versa.”

“Well,” He contemplates his answer. While you two are great friends, there are some things you tend to avoid, questions about your past, questions about your family—you avoid it like the plague, “we’re close but I know there are some things she keeps form me, that’s just the kind of person she is. I don’t argue with her about it, she gets upset if I pry too much.”

“That makes sense.” He nods, “What do you know about her involvement with The 1989 Project?”

“I don’t think she has any...Every time I bring it up, she changes the subject or talks about how she doesn’t believe it. She knows I work here but mutants freak her out.” Jeon nearly laughs, Hoseok definitely isn’t aware of the truth.

“I see,” He scribbles a few things down, “and has she ever come to the SRMA for any reason at all?”

“I’m not sure, I told you we really don’t talk about the SRMA. If I’m completely honest, there’s not a whole lot I know about her. I do know a bit about her past, what she does for a living...She even confides in me at times, but-...I don’t know, I worry about her.” Hoseok is reminded of the message you sent him this morning about you staying at a friend's place—that’s very out of character for you.

“When was the last time you spoke with her?”

“This morning actually, I texted her to tell her I was returning a book but she wasn’t home. She said she was at a friends house, I’m not sure what friend though.” Jeon asks for your number and Hoseok reluctantly gives it to him.

Jeon sighs, closing up his notebook before standing to his feet. “Thank you for your time, Mr. Jung, I truly appreciate it. If you have any information on her whereabouts, please, don’t hesitate to give me a call.” He walks out of the room with swiftness. “Have a good day-”

“Wait, what’s going on? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” That was a half-truth, “this is just an extra precaution we take when we think we have a potential lead.” Hoseok’s brows furrow and his stomach churn at the term—lead. At the SRMA, when a lead is admitted, that means a potential subject of The 1989 Project.

“A lead? You think she’s a part of that? That’s impossible, she can’t stand the mention of it...” Hoseok shakes his head at the FBI agent’s implication that you, of all people, are a product of Jane Sato. That’s absolutely ridiculous.

“You can never be too careful these days, it could be anyone.”

This is not, by any means, your best blouse—but it’s as good as you’re gonna get until you can go buy a new one.

You buttoned up your dress pants, slipped your day-heels on, and walked out of your room to see if Taehyung was out there. He was in the kitchen like always, pouring hot water into a portable teacup. When he looks up, you ease out of your room and it makes him smile. He had gotten up a lot earlier than you, around 2 o’clock in the morning to be precise. But instead of staying with you, he opted for going to his bedroom and sleeping there. Lately, he’s been getting these waves of pain in his head, like little tremors of headaches and it was difficult to sleep. Even when he went to his room, he had to take a few ibuprofen to get a little shut-eye. And there you are, looking like sunshine and moonlight tied up in one beautiful creature.

You walk into the kitchen. “Good morning...”

“Good morning, are you ready for your first day?”

“Yeah.” Not really. “Are you sure I should start today? Or should I even be doing this in general...”

“I don’t see why not.”

“The whole city is paranoid and there are people looking for me.”

“The city has always been paranoid. But you don’t have to worry, they don’t have a bunch of pictures of you so no one's gonna easily recognize you.” He seems to underestimate the paranoia that some people have. You sit on a barstool at the island and grab one little vine of grapes from the bowl he had out with various fruit. “Just hide in plain sight, you’ve done it all this time.” He retorts, raising his brows when you frowned.

“I’m not really hidden anymore...”

“You’ll be okay, just keep a low profile.” He grabbed his bag off of the chair beside you, you scurried to get your purse and trailed behind him. He locks the door you two are on your way.

The commute was nice, quiet, but nice. You two didn’t talk too much, you asked him simple questions about what you’ll be doing, what time you get off, things like that. He had a lot on his mind, you could tell by the way he seemed to zone out at red lights. He pulled in to his designated parking spot and pulled the keys out of the ignition.

“I’ll try not to interact with you.” You speak up all of a sudden. “People might start suspecting things,” You nibble your bottom lip anxiously, “about me and why I was transferred here...Why I was in the inner city now I’m working in the North Heights, and arriving with the CEO...” He admits that you do have a point.

“Ugh,” You drop your face in your hands, “who do I need to introduce myself to? I have a supervisor, right?”

“Yes, you’ve met her, Margeret.” He got out of the car and you followed him, your steps steady and deliberate. Taehyung walks confidently as if the ground was lucky to be graced by his steps. “She’ll tell you what to do.”

“Okay...” You two walk into the elevator and when the doors close, he looks down at you, a grin on his lips. You furrow your brows when he continues to stare. “What’s that look for?”

“I like your top, it suits you.” He diverts his gaze, that grin still present on his lips.

“Oh...” You glance down at the basic blue blouse and you almost smile at the compliment. “Thank you.”

When the elevator stops at the desired floor, he steps out first and you follow with timid steps. You realize you’re back on the same floor you were called to the last time. Margeret is already walking from the coffee station with a cup of coffee and a smile.

“Good morning Mr. Kim.” She greets him with a bow and a smile. “The progress report for the Milan group

“Thank you, Margeret,” Taehyung shuffles you forward with a hand on your back, “you remember Y/n, don’t you?”

“Yes sir, I remember.” She kindly smiles at you.

“She will be under your supervision from this day forward. Anything you need to be done, she can do it for you.” You could have sworn he said you’d have a job inspecting cameras or something, but being an assistant ain’t half bad.

“Oh,” She looked a little surprised but that expression quickly returned to a smile, “alright.” She turns to you as Taehyung walks into his office and closes the door.

“Y/n, I’ll have your work in the file room, for now, follow me please.” She walks behind her desk area and opens the door to the room back there. When you maneuver your way in front to get a better view of what’s in there, you’re met with a little office with a computer and some file cabinets.

“I need you to document the costs of each manufacturer and compare it to the preferred budget. If you could bring me what you’ve documented in the next two hours, I’ll have your next assignment.”

“Okay,” You shuffle into the room and she closes the door, “okay...”

After a few minutes of figuring out the system, it doesn't take long before you’re typing up the first price comparison. Albeit boring, it is kind of nice to have a set list of things to do. Your other job wasn’t bad but unpredictable phone calls can be very stress-inducing, extremely so. Let’s just say, you partook in quite a bit of wine after the Christmas sales.

Your new little job was going well until the screen froze and the screen turned blue. “What the heck...” You type a string of random numbers to maybe get the screen back to normal, but it does nothing—it might just need an update or something. You wait for a little bit, thinking it might go back to normal soon but nothing changes.

Meanwhile, you had tiptoed to the door to hear Margaret. She asked to speak with Taehyung and both of them are in his office, for some reason you were uncomfortable with the idea—but you shouldn’t be, right?

“What did you want to talk about?” Taehyung swivels in his chair slightly and Margeret stands with an uncharacteristic anxiousness that he quickly picked up on.

“Mr. Kim, I hope this is not out of line but...Who is that girl?” She finally confesses what he knew she'd been thinking. “I just don’t understand. She came from the downtown office per your request, now she’s working here.”

Taehyung has a thoughtful expression, she’s not wrong to have her suspicions. But if he’s honest, he rather not explain the whole situation right now.

“She’s just a bright employee that I think is valuable for the company. I can’t imagine how that would bother you.”

“Sir,” She made that face she always made before saying something truthful, “I’m always honest with you, right?”

“Yes, you’ve never tried to sugarcoat the truth,” He furrowed his brows, “why?...” Don’t say what I think you’re gonna say, don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-

“She just seems-...I don’t know, out of place. She’s a sweet girl and all, but you’ve never treated someone the way you treat her. You don’t like extra unnecessary people, that’s why you got rid of my last assistant.” He can’t deny that she has a fair point.

“What are you trying to say?”

Now he’s getting annoyed.

“I did my research on her when I first met her, like I do all of your visitors, for your safety. And she’s not the most well-off woman in the world, I mean she worked downtown as tech support and she has no family out here.”

“Say what you’re trying to say.”

“Your father never did anything like this, what do you expect me to think? I think she’s a desperate young woman who’s found what she thinks is a cash cow. I think she’s a sugar baby.”

She says that last part so cautiously—but you hear it loud and clear.

He’s shocked—and you’re offended.

“Excuse me?”

Is she serious right now? You hiss to yourself in the stupid little closet she put you in. Her hurtful words trigger sadness in you and you’re on the verge of tearing up. You are fully aware that she’s close with Taehyung and his father, but that’s just too much opinion to give. She has no right to research and ridicule the people Taehyung chooses to have around him. How can she be so quick to judge? Either way, you refuse to be supervised by someone who thinks so little of you.

You walk out of that room and with all the courage you could muster up, you knock on the office door. You noticed that their conversation comes to a halt when they hear you knock. You can feel Taehyung’s frustration radiating off of him in heavy waves. He is quick to open the door and his heart sinks into his stomach at the sight of you—he knows you probably heard everything.

He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

“Sir,” He winces at the way you address him, “This isn’t gonna work out...”

You shoot Margeret a knowing-look but she avoids looking at you – that heifer. Before Taehyung can say anything, you’re storming off, and you know for the sake of hiding your true relationship, he has to keep himself from following you.

Margeret messed up.

“Look what you did!” He raises his voice for the first time and she’s surprised by his reaction.

“She fucking heard you.” You could have heard her if you were across the street but that’s beside the point.

“Taehyung, I have to be honest, if she eavesdropped and got butthurt, that’s not my problem. I don’t know her but I do know this-”

“You’re right, you don't know her.” He spat, cutting her off. His eyes are suddenly physically feeling like they were on fire. “You don’t know shit about her Margeret, and you were way out of line.”

Her eyes widen, she has never ever, in her life, been scolded by Taehyung. She stands unsure for a moment before opening her mouth to say something, but closing with her head hung low.

“I apologize, sir...I didn’t mean to offend you, I just-...I’m a married woman and I’ve seen these young single girls trying to make a financial mess of people's lives and I don’t want it to happen to you...I said what I said out of concern for you, I’m sorry if my delivery was poor.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, he dismisses her with a hand. It takes him a moment to process how he’s going to get you back and make up for his secretary’s bluntness.

But you’re running down a flight of stairs, anger, and insecurity bubbling in your chest. Not only that, but your hearing went through the roof and you feel like anything you touch might melt. You’re burning up.

You’re not sweating, but it’s that same energy that burns. The energy you feel when you’re on edge and about to blow a light bulb or something—I need some water.

When you reach the last flight of stairs, you practically leap to the exit. The cool air outside hits your face but you don’t care, you need to catch the first bus to downtown- oh wait, that’s right, you’re wanted. Public transportation is not an option right now, walking it is. With your light-weight jacket and little shoulder bag, you walk with your head considerably low, to avoid eye contact. Everyone is looking at me, they all know it’s me, they know it’s me. You took a deep breath and continued to stroll down the busy sidewalk. Unfortunately, you get stopped at a pedestrian walkway, and that’s when you look up.

Oh no.

The agent that tried to take you away is standing on the opposite side of the street and he’s looking directly at you. For a moment, you pray he didn’t recognize you, but when he presses a finger to his ear, still maintaining eye-contact, he says, ‘I just found her, stand by.’ You book it out of there. Instead of waiting for the light, you make a right to try and lose him but he’s mirroring your path on the opposite street.

“No, this can’t be happening,” You bite your lip, eyes searching for an alley or something you can run into, “why, why...”

You make a sharp right into what looks like a slum infested alley beside an abandoned building. You look back and the agent is crossing the street and you freak out. You run into the old building and you instantly regret it when you get inside. It smells like urine and old wood since your sense of smell has been heightened lately, it smells a lot worse than it probably is. It’s an old abandoned restaurant, it’ll suffice for a suitable hiding spot. You can hear Jungkook’s footsteps approaching and you run as quietly as you can to hide behind the 20-foot bar that took up most of the little place.

The wood creeks under your weight and you know he knows you’re in here.

“Miss Y/L/n,” You cringe, “if you know what’s best for you, you’ll come on out.” He pulls the stun gun out of its holster and walks armed and prepared to fire at any moment.

You can hear his footsteps approaching and you crawl as quietly as you can further down the expanse of the bar.

You scream when you feel his hand on your wrist. “No!-”

He managed to sneak up behind you and when you try to run, he turns you around and tries to cuff you. “Stop resisting!”

“Let go!” You yank against his hold, causing your self more pain than anything. “Let go of me! Let go-”

“You are being taken into custody for violating statewide protocol.” He proclaims as if that means anything to you.

“Let me go, I didn’t do anything wrong! I- I just-” You are becoming more and more worked up, eyes squeezing shut in frustration.

Jungkook is steadily trying to cuff you when he catches the eye of your hands and your wrists that are covered and glowing with luminescent veins.

“Whatever you’re doing,” Jungkook leans in to hiss a threat into your ear, “you need to stop, right now.”

You’re confused unto what he’s referring to until you open your eyes and you can feel the familiar energy coursing through you—this is your chance, you can use your powers to get out of this. You’ve never really tried to do this before but there are very few options on the table now. You focus on bringing all of that feeling to your fingers. He’s speechless. He’s witnessing what looks like a light traveling down to your fingertips. Nope. He is not about to fight someone who appears to conduct electricity through their body, that's not within his pay grade.

Before you could even do anything, you feel a sharp pain in your neck and you fall unconscious.

“Now this,” He supports your suddenly limp body before you fall to the floor, “is what I was trying to avoid.” He keeps you up with one hand before whipping out his cellphone to make a call.

‘Tell me you have her this time.’ Nelson said over the phone.

“Send a car and I’ll have her at the SRMA within the hour.”

Jungkook hung up, Nelson dialed Jane’s number immediately after.

Today is jogging day and she just hit the 3-mile mark. She decided to stop at a park bench to catch her breath before starting up again, and that’s when she got the call.

“Jane, Jane,”

Nelson spoke hurriedly over the phone,

“they have her.”

She felt her heart beat faster and a smile crept onto her lips, and tears to her eyes. “Really?...”

“Yes. She’ll be proofed through the SRMA then I’ll her transferred to the facility, and then you can see her.” He knows she’s excited by the fact that she’s barely saying anything.

“Is- Is she okay? They didn’t hurt her did they?” Nelson only smiles at the protective attitude towards you, even though she hasn’t seen you since you were an infant.

“Our best agent was on her case, no harm came to her. I can guarantee that.”

“I’ll be in the facility tonight, don’t let anyone do anything to her, got it? I don’t know how evolved she is.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

It’s quiet now—you can’t hear anything, barely even your own breathing. You’re laying on a small bed, head throbbing as soon as you moved to sit up. You were wearing a loose white shirt and long pants.

They got you.

All you remember is kicking this guy, getting hit on the head, and here you are. Taehyung was nowhere to be seen before you went unconscious.

You’re afraid, deathly afraid. When the man clamped a metal brace around your wrist, you panicked. All the lights blew, you felt a sharp pain in your neck and that’s all you can remember.

Just when you considered getting out of the bed, the door opened. Your heart sank into your stomach and you bit your lip, waiting to see who it was.

It was a woman, she looked about 40 or 50. For a moment, she just stared at you, eyes drifting from your face to your wrist, her eyes immediately furrowed.

She took a step into the room, closing the door as she continued to approach you. From what you can tell from her exterior, she’s harmless. But who is she?

“Did they hurt you?” She sounded concerned, her eyes saddening at the sight of contraption they put on you. “I told them not to touch you unless absolutely necessary…and they go and put this thing on you.” She reaches out to touch your arm and that’s when you go on the defense again, jerking away from her. She looks as if she regrets

“Where-…Where am I?” You seethe, clenching the sheet in your fists.

“You’re safe now…” She wears a sweet smile. “You don’t have to worry.”

“Who are you?…”

She doesn’t answer you, instead, she extends a hand in wonder. Her eyes are scanning you, analyzing your entire face.

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” She sighs, “but you grew up to be so beautiful, Yves.”

You just stare at her, in shock—in terror. Mr. Kim told you who gave you that name, the woman who started this mess. So this is her. She’s the person responsible for your parent's brainwashing and their inevitable demise. Because of her, you grew up disgusted with who you are, you were convinced that you were a mistake.

All those years, your entire life had gone by with you assuming you’d never understand why. Why this was done to you, why anyone would basically sacrifice pieces of someone’s humanity without consent.

“My name is Jane,” She smiles, “Jane Sato.”

June 10th, 1981

“Happy birthday Lenny!”

The giggly 6-year-old blew out her candles and smiled when her mother began to cut her a huge piece of cake—probably too big for her little self. The party was a nice change for the rigorous studying Jane has been doing for school. She had just proven her research case study and her senior biochemists and doctors have been wanting nothing more than to work with her in opening her own center.

Unfortunately, after getting her slice of cake and watching Lenny open her presents, she had to get on the computer to work on some things. Jane sits at the living room table while her family watches a movie with Lenny and at times like this, she wishes she was gifted with a mind that required so much work.

“Jane,” Lenny suddenly hops off the couch and runs up to Jane with her new flamingo stuffed animal, “what’re you doing?”

“I have to write this paper that explains a patients condition, I’m sorry I’m doing this on your birthday, my deadline is tonight and I procrastinated,” Jane sits back from her computer and Lenny takes a seat on one of the stools with her poofy purple tutu.

“It’s okay, you always say ‘a doctor has a big responsibility,’ so I get it,” She replies rather maturely with a sweet smile, “I’m not mad.”

“How are you enjoying your day? Did you like the canvas and paint set I bought you?”

“I love it!” She smiles brightly. “How did you know I wanted it?”

“I just knew.” Jane simpers.

“Oh! Oh! I made you something this morning, let me go get it!”

Jane furrows her brows and waits for Lenny to come out.

“Here,” She comes stumbling in with her sketchbook and sits back in her seat, “I saw him in my dreams.”

When Jane looks a the piece of paper, she is at a loss for words. It’s a drawing of a boy in a pond of wilted flowers, a murky looking forest surrounds him, and dead animals lay at his side. This is the darkest drawing Lenny has ever created and it makes Jane’s heart sink at what this dream might mean. “Wow, um…Are those dead animals?”

“Yes, he controls the air…and he takes the energy of living things, it kind of scares me a little bit…” That made Jane even more worried because Lenny’s dreams never scared her. “But just a little, he’s actually a good person. He likes flowers, trees, he especially likes the sunlight.” She smiles.

“So, um, who is he? Does he have a name?”

Lenny hesitates, eyes drifting from Jane to the photo before giggling. “You should know his name,”

“How would I know his name?”

“He’s your son.”

He hasn’t heard from you since you walked out and you won’t answer any calls, it’s almost been 24 hours. It’s well into the morning and there’s not a trace of you anywhere. Maybe you were more than just offended by Margaret, maybe you’re angry—angry at your situation, angry at him for putting you in this position. But he doubts that you would just leave without telling him something. But he doesn’t know you, know you. He may have a connection with you but he hasn’t had much time to really pick up on your patterns and such. He can’t feel you anymore and that’s what scares him.

Taehyung resorted to his safe haven, his father’s home.

“I don’t know what to do.” His hand tightly held up a cup of green tea as he had to consciously make himself blink.

“And you said the last time you saw her was at your job,” He made a plate of stir-fry for him and Taehyung, knowing that was his son’s favorite, “why did she walk out?”

“Margaret wasn’t too thrilled that I brought her up from the downtown office to headquarters. I was shocked, she was going on about how she could be a gold digger and she even looked her up on the internet to screen her herself! I can’t believe her, she said she was trying to keep me safe but she was out of line. And of course, Y/n heard all of it. She came and told me that she didn’t think things were gonna work and then she just left.”

“Taehyung,” He took a seat, fork in hand, “she was hurt. On top of that, she’s probably worried about everything that’s going on with SRMA trying to screen everyone. And I haven’t known her for very long but I have a feeling that it takes a long time to gain her trust, just be patient.”

He sighs, not convinced that he should take the patient approach to this. “But I’m afraid something bad might’ve happened to her.”

“Maybe she went home- His father is cut off by the buzzing of his cellphone. The caller ID was unknown, yet, something in him felt the need to answer it.

“I’m sorry Taehyung, give me a minute, I should take this,” He quickly gets up and exits to the room, leaving Taehyung to dwell on his worry for you by himself.

He answers the phone and awaits the voice of whoever’s on the other end.

“Hello, is this Kim Taewoo?”

The female voice sounds the slightest bit familiar and his brows narrow.

“Yes, who am I speaking with?”

“It’s Jane…”

He nearly drops the phone and his eyes widen. “Jane…I haven’t heard from you in years, what’s going on?”

“I thought you’d be happy to hear from me,” She lets out a nervous laugh, “especially after all that’s happened. I just wanted to let you know that I-.” She pauses, silence filling his ears until she speaks again. “I’m doing well.”

“That’s great to hear Jane, now I’m sorry to sound so blunt but why are you calling?”

“I wasn’t going to tell anybody about this but I felt like I could trust you,” She takes a deep breath and sighs, “I found one of the children.”

“One of the children? I don’t know what you mean.”

“From the Flower Garden,” She’s surprised as to why he even asked that, she knows he remembers her taking him there, “I think it’s Yves. You remember, she was Winnie and Joon’s little girl, she has the full M2 gene through Winnie.”

“What?…How is that possible? I thought all of the children were lost and sent off to other countries, how could one end up here?”

“I thought so too, but none of the subjects from the other projects were like this. This has to be her.”

“And you’re sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. We plan to run tests today, hopefully we’ll find out what we can do.” She pauses, “I’m sorry, I have to go, but please, don’t tell anyone.”

“Wait, Jane, you-”

Dial tone.

She tucks her phone into her pocket when she heard the second knock on her office door. “Come in.” The door opens and she looks up, “Senator,”

“I came back as soon as I heard,” He sits he briefcase on the chair near the door and smiles at the petite doctor. “agent Jeon told me he was able to get her. How is she?”

Jane breathes, taking a moment to compose her thoughts.

“She’s fine, a little on edge but she’s okay.” She sits down, head shaking in disbelief, “I can’t believe I actually found her, she’s my life’s work…”

“What was so special about her? You said all of the children in the Garden were closest to pure offspring of the M2 gene. Why is she so different from the other children?”

“She’s one of the few that I was able to begin mutation on her almost as soon as conception. She’s one of the closest things to M2 carriers of the past, my hope was that she would grow up getting help with her abilities, but she’s been alone all these years and I’m not even sure when she started showing signs.”

“But she does have the abilities?”

“There’s no way she could not have them. The way she was designed, her energy is in sync with living organisms, light, electricity, she can control it and sense it.”

“Wow,” Nelson steps back, “then she’s more powerful then the others you’ve told me about. And she’s the only one like that, that’s amazing…”

Jane brushes her hair back, shaking her head. “She’s not the only one, she has a coequal.”

“What? You never mentioned that,” He furrows his brows, “she had a twin?”

“No, no, she’s an only child. There was another woman, I found her at an adoption clinic. I told her about my work and she trusted me to take care of him after he was born. It was only a few weeks after conception when I started work on the baby, the alterations for him were just as intense as Yves. Both of there mothers had similar symptoms during their pregnancies but his mothers were more draining. I had to monitor her closely because he would deplete her energy, make her really sluggish, almost to the point where she’d pass out. While he is Yves coequal, his power is- It’s the opposite. He sucks up energy.”

“Did you make them like that on purpose?”

She bites her bottom lip in thought, “I did, I hoped that one day they’d parent the first pure M2 child.”

“So why aren’t we looking for him?”

“Because he-…He’s gone. I don’t know how they did it, but someone took all of them and sent them away. It’s out of pure luck that we found Yves, I highly doubt he’s even in this country.”

“Hypothetically,” Nelson makes a thoughtful expression, pacing with a hand under his chin, “what if we did find him, what if we had them both together?”

“Well, they’re a dyad. If they were to come together, use their powers, honestly…There’s no limit to what they’re be capable of, I really don’t know the extent of their abilities.”

“Well,” Nelson looks down at his watch, “I have a meeting in 20 minutes, whenever you think she’s ready to meet me, let me know.” He picks of his briefcase and closes the door with a click.

Jane cringes, thinking of the truths she withheld from him.

She loved Yuma like her own, but she never knew how to get past the dream that Lenny once shared with her. The little boy in her dream was Yuma—the child was capable of draining the life from animals, plants, anything living. What he could do with it, Jane had no idea, but she feared finding out.

- Flashback -

The hallways were your least favorite, it’s what you hated most about school.

Girls congregating near your locker, talking, they’re always talking. Some boys, they’re really loud and they like to run past you and everyone else minding their own business. It takes a while to sneak through the people walking to their classes, or whatever they’re doing. Only when you fight your locker to open it do you see your academic advisor looking at you, it looks like she’s trying to say something. Oh hell.

“Miss, Y/L/n, can I see you for a moment?”

You pop out your earbuds and stick them in your pocket, this should be fun. You pull your hair forward, dragging your feet to enter that wretched little office.

“Hi, Mrs. Williams,” You deadpan, taking a seat in the gray chair that you’re all too familiar with.

“Y/n, I heard you got into a fight.”

“Did you?” You sigh.

“Y/n, don’t give me that.” She’s heard your B.S for years now. “What happened? They said you were in the cafeteria, Lena Bale and you just fell out.”

“She doesn’t know when to shut up…”

“Y/n, you can’t keep getting into situations like this. That’s not gonna look good on your record if you ever plan to-”

“I don’t plan to do anything.”

“Don’t say that…” She takes her glasses off, auburn hair falling on her face when she presses her temples. “Tell me what happened.”

“I stepped on her foot by accident and she just went off, she ripped off my earphones screamed at me. I flipped my tray at her…She overreacted.” “Sweetheart, I know it’s not easy, but you have to try to be the bigger person. Your aunt has asked me to look after you, and I want you to keep your head on straight, keep you on the right path.”

“For what?!” You stand up. “Why does any of that matter to you? I’m tired of everyone thinking they know what’s best for me, like they think I have some bright future at a perfect college, with a perfect major, a perfect family, and perfect friends. That’s never gonna happen for me!”

“So, you saw the news last night then.” You deflate instantly, sinking back into your seat when you think of what you saw. It hurt you to hear them re-tell the story on the anniversary of the fire, of how so many people perished. including your parents.

“I knew Winnie, we went to the same college.” She’s told you that more times than you can count. “And you’re just like her, you have so much heart, but you have to learn to let people in, let people see who you really are.” You want to cry because you hate who you really are, who you really are has never been accepted by anyone. You want to curl into a corner and cry, but you can’t do that.

“Now, get to class.” She rubs your shoulder and you get to leave, earphones returning to your ears.

You’re taken from your sleep when you hear a knock on your door, by the breathing, the field of energy surrounding the individual, Jane Sato.

The door opens and you quickly shuffle out of bed, standing to your feet. When she enters, you see your clothes in her hands, they look washed and folded.

“We washed these for you,” Her black hair sits at her shoulders and her face looks as kind as it was last night, “I thought you might want to put them back on.” She sits them on the end of the bed and keeps her distance.

“I know you’re probably confused and that’s understandable. But I want you to know that we don’t mean any harm, you’re here for your own safety.”

“You kidnapped me for my own safety?” You finally speak.

“The news stations have speculated that there’s a, for lack of a better turn, Sato-cross experiment, on the run for the while now, I assume it was you.” She sits on the end of the bed as you walk towards the window that seems to give you the view of what you think is SRMA’s medical city.

“Why do you think that?” You play dumb.

“Yves,” She stands up and walks towards you, “you don’t have to hide around me.” She places a hand on your shoulder.

“That’s not my name. My name isn’t Yves,” You shy away from her hand, “it’s Y/n.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n. Listen, I know you’re upset, but you have to understand, I thought I’d never see you again. Your mother, Winnie, she said if anything ever happened to her, to take care of you. After the fire, all of the children like you were gone and sent off without my knowledge, I couldn’t forgive myself,” Her head hangs low, guilt clawing at her chest. “but here you are.”

You stare at her silently, eyes sweeping over her with the utmost apprehension. She doesn’t mean any harm, you know that much, but this is a lot to take in. Life for you was awful because of this woman. She made something, she took someone and changed their fate for her own desires.

“So, you knew my parents,” You sigh, placing your hand on the window, “they were like you,”

“They believed in my work, believed that people like you were possible. Gifted people who hold powers and ability’s unseen for centuries.”

“People like me,” You have to scoff, it’s amazing how she speaks about you with such high regard, “look…I can’t stay here.”

You quickly step past her to grab your clothes but she grabs your arm before thinking. “Wait-” Regretting her decision immediately, she holds her hand to herself, wincing.

“I- I’m sorry,” You panic, dropping the clothes and walking far from her, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“No, no! it’s not your fault. It’s your body’s defense mechanism, like a deterrent, I was pretty sure you’d develop this. Has this happened a lot in your life?”

You nod.

“Y/n, have you ever been to a doctor?”

“No- Well, when I was little, but that’s about it, I don’t really get sick.”

“Please, just let me look at you,” She pleads, “your anatomy and your DNA isn’t like ours, it’s delicate and I want to make sure you’re okay. Please, I can tell you about your parents, we can talk about your powers, anything you want to know.”

Your parents? There had been very few people who could tell you about them. It was always the same run-around about them being scientists and doing their own thing. No one had ever really told you about who they were as individuals, why they were so passionate about their work with at the SRMA. This woman has all the answers, and all you have to do is withstand a little check-up.

“Fine.” You pick up your clothes and sit them on the nightstand. “But I need to make a phone call, I need to let my friends know I’m okay-”

“I’m sorry, but we have a strict policy of no phone usage on this side of the center, after the check-up I can take you to the garden and you can call there. You’re welcome to freshen up before you come to the lab,” She stands in the door frame, “I’ll have my assistant bring you.”

She leaves with a kind smile and when the door closes, you rip through your clothes in search of your phone. They took your phone. There’s no way for you to contact Taehyung, but he’ll find a way. Something in you tells you he’s looking for you.

He’s worried about you.

“I haven’t heard from her in a while,” Hoseok closes his laptop and gathers his books, “I had an FBI agent come to question me about her.”

“Seriously?” Wendy stops typing and takes her glasses off in thought. “Geez, I hope she’s not in any trouble,”

“I can’t imagine her being in any trouble,” Hoseok defends, knowing Wendy had always had an aversion to your ambiguous past, you didn’t seem to have any family anywhere when you all met. Wendy has always been curious.

He even called your job yesterday, they said you had been transferred to another branch of the company. When they directed him to the new number, the woman on the phone said you weren’t in. “I’ll see you Wednesday, I’m taking off tomorrow to dog sit at my sister’s place,”

“Well, have fun, I’ll let you know if I hear from her,” She waves him goodbye, eager to get back to her internet surfing.

On his drive to his sister’s house, all he can think about is you. He doesn’t have a clue on where you might be, you haven’t answered texts, emails, calls, nothing. In his effort to settle on a conclusion of your whereabouts, he remembers you telling him that you were with a friend. Oh no, no, no. What if that “friend” is the reason for your disappearance? He knows some of the things you’ve been through, the very few unfortunate relationships you’ve experienced. That what scares him the most. He recalls vividly when you were fresh to the city, you came over his apartment with Wendy and his roommate Jin, because your car battery died. It was too late for you to be out by yourself so he convinced you to stay. In the dead of night, when he got up to use the bathroom, he found you on the back patio, wide awake.

He asked if you were okay, genuinely searching for an answer when you nodded. In the smallest of voice, you said, “I can’t sleep in a place where there are people I don’t know,” you had just met his roommate that night, “I’m sorry, I know I probably look silly, it’s nothing against your roommate, I just-…It’s hard for me to relax, y’ know?” You laughed, your eyes glimmered with a hint of sadness for a moment.

That night he saw you. The sides of you that you hid in front of everyone, the sides that made you vulnerable—your fear. He saw a glimpse of your true self and it made him feel closer to you. He stayed up with you that whole night, and you talked until sunrise.

After that, he made a promise to himself to always check on you. He assumes that you have since gotten over that fear, or maybe you haven’t, who knows.

He parks his car, glad to have made a speedy arrival to his sister’s place so he can get some rest. When he takes his weekender out of the car, he used his key to get inside to greet her hyperactive puppy. He coos over her like always, picking her up and taking her to the couch where he switches on the TV. He doesn’t pay much attention to it, he just uses it as background noise to his scrolling through his phone.

That’s when he gets a call from an unknown number. Hoping it might be you, reluctantly, he answers.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Jung Hoseok?”

“It is, who is this?”

The voice is deep, distinct, definitely not someone he knows.

“I’m a friend of Y/n’s, I just wanted to know if you’ve seen her this morning or last night even-”

“Wait, wait-” He stops the mystery man on the other end, “are you the friend she said she was staying with?”

“Yeah,” He answers plainly, “but she left yesterday and I haven’t heard from her. I was worried so I called the only number she’s contacted within the week, have you heard from her?”

“No…I’ve been under the impression that she’s been with you. Who are you? She’s never mentioned you before and it’s not normal for her to just stay with anyone, are you related to her or-”

He hangs up.

“He hung up,” Hoseok looks down at the phone in shock, “who is that guy…”

Hoseok is beyond worried now, he needs to know the true identity of this supposed friend of yours. He looks down at the number and decides to throw it in a search engine to see if he can find anything. The first few digits aren’t super familiar, he doesn’t know many people with that area code. The results that pop up don’t help him too much, but it shows that the number is calling from The North Heights. Since when have you had friends over there?

Taehyung went to work to pick up a few things from his office, but rather than taking his usual means of transportation, he decides to take the subway. Knowing that’s what you used to get around, he hoped that just maybe he might pass you. For a moment he thought he might get recognized, but with a casual hoodie and jeans, he doubts anyone will even spare him a glance.

The crowded subway comes to a sudden stop. People are getting on and some are getting off, he eyes the crowd especially hard, in hopes that he might see you. To his disdain, it’s just a bunch of strangers, no one interesting.

He looks around, watching the woman across from him typing on her phone. Her aura is so gold, it’s glowing transparently around her. That color could mean many different things; happiness, eagerness, jealousy, and even apprehension. It all deepened on the hue, the shade of the aura. Whenever he sees that color, his mind gets a little foggy, and as soon as that happens, the color begins to fade and that person becomes blurred from his vision.

When he confided in his father about it, he told him to try not to look if it made him feel unwell. That’s when they discovered that his body was reacting to the aura, in what way? They never had the resources to further research it, Jane invented most of the practices that went into making him. Unfortunately, there were some things Taehyung went through physically that his father wouldn’t know where to start in trying to help.

When the subway halts at his stop, he gets off, maneuvering through the crowd so he could start his walk back to his dad’s place.

It’s so quiet. That’s what he first notices when he walks along the sidewalk. His eyes follow the people walking in all different directions, hoping you might be there. But he’s only fooling himself, if you were around, surely he’d feel your aura.

When he enters his dad’s home, he sees that he already left to start his work shift. Not enjoying the silence, he trudges over to the couch and turns the TV on. Of course, the news is on and they’re covering the same forecast for the third time today, probably. He turns a deaf ear to it and leans back, not feeling good enough to start working. The thought that you might have just decided to leave him, it crosses his mind. But you wouldn’t do that, would you? It seems he’s discovered more about his powers in the short time that he’s known you than he has in his entire life.

It might seem too early to say, but he feels like he needs you around. Every fiber in his body seems to crave your presence in your absence. He’s never had this type of draw to someone, not even of his loved ones, not even his father. It’s not a platonic need, not an emotional or physical need, he’s not sure what it is. But ever since you two somehow merged consciousness, he’s felt the need to go back to that part of his dreams. But he doesn’t know if he can do it without you.

Selfishly, that’s one of the reasons he wants to see you. He thinks that maybe if you two can connect like that again, you’ll both gain some clarity about who you really are and what you’re capable of.

His eyes try to stay open, but he soon falls victim to sleep.

Gasping for air, his lungs expel water, and his body jerks forward. When he takes in his surroundings, he’s in what looks like a lake it’s as dark as night. Swimming to the edge, he hoists himself out of it and stands to his feet looking around for some type of familiarity. When he fully takes in the new environment, he’s in the forest. Trees and plants arch up, branches and vines hanging on them, ropy and sharp edges on it. Nothing bright and bushy with life like one would expect. The leaves are dark, not wilted but dull and heavy.

Cold. He’s ice-cold. A sensation he’s seldom felt in these dreams before.

“What is this place…” He mumbles arms hugged to his sides to supply some warmth to himself. His bare feet drag on the forest floor—it feels so real, it’s hard to grasp that this is only a dream. Curious to find out what this place is, he turns back to the body of water he came from. Coughing due to the cold temperature, he runs back to the body of water and stops when he reaches the edge.

It’s frozen over.

“What is this?…” He gets on his knees, staring down at the now icy body of water. Rubbing some of the ice from the top of it, he looks closer and for a moment he sees a light. Something familiar, warm. When he leans down to get a better look, the ice breaks under his weight, a sound that nearly shreds his eardrums before the cold abyss swallows him whole.

When he opens his eyes, he’s in the same darkness he had been in with you, and he’s completely dry, not a drop of water on him.

Warmth.

He looks around, gathering that this place looks similar to where he just was, but the plants are thriving bright green, the fruit is growing abundantly. Everything looks dewy, supple, ripe—nothing he’s ever seen before.

Light. The farther he walks towards it, the more it calls him—draws him in. Before he realizes it, he’s running, he’s running towards it. The closer he gets, the better he can see a silhouette, it looks like your silhouette.

“Y/n?…” He whispers, eyes narrowing when he notices you grow further away from him as he tries to get closer. “Y/n!” Desperately, he calls your name.

Why aren’t you looking back at him, can’t you hear him?

When he manages to get close enough to the aura surrounding you, he can only see the form of your body, almost appearing bare. It’s obvious that he’s not making any progress trying to follow you, so he stops, and that’s when you stop moving.

He’s entranced in the intense glow emitting from you, just trying to make out your frame. Suddenly, you start to look around, head-turning left to right, as if you weren’t sure where you were. All while you obliviously look around, he’s thrumming in desperation to get closer. Physically, his energy responds so strongly to you.

He can’t take the distance anymore, he takes a step towards you and he cringes when you release a bloodcurdling screech. Your body collapses and all he can see is darkness.

The warmth ceases, and he’s cold once again.

Jane sits idly by your side, gazing down at the IV in your hand and the sticky monitors all over your forehead. You began to toss a bit, a deep furrow in your brows.

Her assistant, Peony, is accompanying in your check-up. In the young doctor’s eyes, this is the highest honor Jane could give anyone working by her side. Not only is this a top-secret project, but no medical professional has ever gotten this close to a child of the Flower Garden. They were assumed to have been lost, but here you are, a full-grown woman with mysteries soon to be discovered.

“Dr. Sato,” She speaks softly, eyes not leaving the brain activity monitor for a moment, “the activity just spiked like crazy, I don’t know what’s going.”

“Let me see,” Reluctantly, she leaves your side to observe the monitor and she’s taken aback, “her brain activity is going to be much different than ours, but that is a bit unusual-”

The lights flicker.

“What was that?” Her assistant glances at you, watching your fingers twitch erratically.

“The power in this facility state-of-the-art, we don’t get shortages or anything like that because we’re not running off of the city’s power,” Jane furrows her brows, looking up at the lights that have since gone back to normal, “it must be her,”

It burns, it feels like your blood is on fire. The machines in the room, the lights on the ceiling, everything charged by electricity is connecting to you. Screaming at the top of your lungs, you try to wake yourself up.

You want to wake up, it’s too much.

Peony seeks reassurance from Jane with wide eyes, pushing her glasses up her nose out of nervous habit. They’re eyes drift over to your arms, and the glowing veins are something they’ve seen in other experiments. You have it too.

Both women duck down when they hear the building’s power surge. “Dr. Sato, what’s going on- Ah!”

“Dr. Sato, I think we should turn it off!” Peony holds her hands to her ears as Jane tries to turn off the monitor that’s now flashing bright colors that it definitely wasn’t meant to do.

She flips the switch off, brows furrowed when it does nothing at all. “It’s not shutting off- She’s- She’s powering it.”

The alarm starts blaring a painful screeching to their ears, the lights glow brighter, so much so that they look like they’ll pop. Peony’s mind immediately goes to the other patients in the building and she fears you might be affecting them.

Instinctively, she runs to the com so she can call an emergency code. Jane blocks her way to the phone, “No! Don’t call, she’s doing this, we just need to wake her,” Peony is struck with fear, she’s never seen anything like this.

“Y/n,” Gently, Jane shakes you a little, not fearing your ability to unintentionally hurt her. “Y/n, wake up,” Biting her lip, she hesitates to but calls you by the name she knows you by, “Yves, wake up,”

Slowly, your eyes flutter open and your brows narrow at the now poorly lit room.

“Sweetheart,” Jane touches your arm lightly, “how do you feel?”

“I have a headache,” You hold your forehead, “what happened to the lights?”

“As soon as your brain activity started spiking, the lights, the fire alarm, my equipment—everything started overcharging, it was you. What were you dreaming about?” Jane inquires, “Peony, take notes on my laptop.”

Still, a bit shaken, Peony walks over to the desk and opens up the laptop.

You glance over at the assistant, Jane notices your hesitance. “Peony will be by my side as we do further testing, you can trust her.”

“I was in a garden, I think that’s what it was…I felt overwhelmed like I was connecting to something, I was trying to wake up.”

Jane stands, a notepad and a pen in her hands so she can have personal notes.

You pull the monitors off as you get out of the bed and walk towards the door, you open it before they can stop you. Jane doesn’t mind though, she glances at you as you peek out there and see the hallway lights off.

Have security check the circuit breaker, none of the 4% are powerful enough to cause something like this.

You clearly hear a male voice coming from one of the lower floors and it really hits you—you’re powerful enough to knock the power out of this huge building. Closing the door softly, you take a step back. For your entire life, you’ve wondered why you were given these powers, why it had to be you. If you really possess the gifts she says, how come you’re so unfamiliar with it? Taehyung didn’t as distanced from his powers as you but he still understood them better, he had his father there as support. But you had no family, no friends, you had no one.

“What’s the 4%?” You look at both of them, patiently awaiting an answer.

“How did you know about that?” Peony furrows her brows.

“I heard someone say it just now, somewhere downstairs, what is it?”

“Wow, I knew your sense was heightened, but your hearing is incredible,” She smiles, still taken buy all you can do. Your expression doesn’t change though and she clears her throat to answer your question.

“The 4% are individuals all possess the M2 gene. The M2-gene is a genetic trait passed down to a handful of humans, it’s supernatural gifting. I devoted the final project for my doctorate to prove it’s existence.”

She goes on to explain the M2-gene, the Flower Garden, the experiments, all the things Taehyung’s father had told you. The treatments, the experimenting process, she rambles on about it but one thing she hasn’t mentioned, Taehyung. If his father was right, she should be eager to tell you about him, even mention that you had someone out there who had powers similar to yours. You wished you had the powers Taehyung had, then you’d be able to read her. His ability probably came in handy when it came to interacting with you, you weren’t always truthful. You bet he’s wondering where you are and you wish you could tell him, but you fear to expose him to Jane. So you’ll suffer alone until you can find a way to leave. You don’t have to kindest of feelings towards her but she seems to care, that puts your mind at rest for right now.

You interrupt her, “Did you really know my parents? Personally,”

She falls silent, sitting down her notepad. “I did, and I know they’d do anything to be with you now.”

“Tell me about them,” You sit down, “my aunt and uncle didn’t talk about them much…”

“That’s where you were?” She never knew where they sent you. “Do you still live with them-”

“No, my uncle kicked me out when I was eighteen, I haven’t seen or heard from them since. I want to know everything you know about my birth parents, if you’re going to hold me here against my will,” Suddenly, the lights flicker back on and the building hums, the power coming back on, “I think you owe me at least that,”

“Alright,” She swallows, walking to the door and opening it up, “I have a section dedicated to all of the doctors and scientist who helped me, everything I know about them is there.”

“Can you take me there?” You walk up to her, eager to finally learn something about them that wasn’t just a picture that you stole from Taehyung.

You want to know who you are, where you came from—who you would have been had you met them.

She’s showing you everything you’ve asked to see without hesitation. It is so surreal. The person you had always imagined behind the name Dr. Sato acted much differently in your mind. Now that you’re standing face-to-face with the woman you cursed throughout your teen years in a moment of frustration – but you’re not angry. She looks at you with infatuation, complete and utter infatuation. She tries to make it subtle but with her little henchmen following her every move and writing down your answer to every question, it’s obvious she has a tiny obsession. That’s reasonable.

“This was your mother’s journal and your father’s bracelet with your name on it,” Jane opens a drawer and hands you a purple journal and a thin gold bracelet with a little plaque on it, “she tried to write down every little thing about the pregnancy, and things she wanted to tell you when you got older. And your dad had the bracelet made just a few days after you were born, he was gonna give it to you when you got a little bigger. I hope I could give it to you one day,”

With hesitant hands, you take the dainty bracelet, admiring it and the spelling of Yves in delicate calligraphy. Closing the bracelet in your fist, you open the journal. A smile comes to your face when you see the inconsistency in some of the manuscripts, a problem you used to struggle with. As hard as you try, you can’t bring yourself to read any of it. Because once you’ve read it, the words she dreamed to tell you, they’d be out in the open. No more wondering. What if you were disappointing? What if the hopes and dreams she had for you were things you couldn’t amount to, would she be proud of who you are? You always hoped she would.

“I don’t have anything from my parents,” You close the journal holding it to yourself protectively, “thank you.”

“Of course,” She glances down at your clenched fist. “Do you want to wear it? I can put it on for you,” She offers, anxious to see if you’ll brush her off or let her help, “it clips on and off-”

“I’m fine, thanks…” You clear your throat, walking off to the other side of the little museum-like space. Suddenly, as if you were back in the dream realm, you sense something hot. It’s just for a split second but it was so weird, you almost dropped the journal. You must have looked spooked because Jane is looking at you with concerned eyes.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little tired, I think I need to get some sleep, it’s been a long day,” You see if she’ll take the bait and let you go to your room.

“Oh! I’m sorry, of course, yes, I can imagine you’re exhausted. You’re welcome to stay in here a little longer and you know where your room, I’ll see you later,” She leaves the room with Peony on her tail and you wait until you hear their footsteps grow further before you let yourself react.

“Huh…” You look down at the journal, still not ready to read it, but even having it in your hands is enough right now. Placing your hand on the window, you pray that Taehyung can wait for you a little longer – just until you’ve found what you’re looking for.

The senator is on his way to a conference on the other side of the city, he’s been asked to talk about the new policy. It’s been deemed necessary for all citizens born between 1992 and 1998, it’s newly been suggested that all citizens consider visiting SRMA.

Just when he thought things were getting interesting, it gets more interesting. He gets a call from agent Jeon. As he holds the phone to his ear, his relaxed expression twists into one of confusion when Jungkook rambles on. “Wait, wait, the memorial?”

Jungkook is a safe distance away from the lake, gazing at it with more confusion than curiosity, “Yeah, the gates and the Mantra in the garden is just- It’s- it’s all on fire.”

In the large garden where the memory of Lenny and the Flower Garden lay, the 8-foot gate and the once-grand plaque in the middle of the garden burns. The letters spelling Jane’s younger sister’s full name, Lenoir, melt before their eyes.

Humans can be morphed into something greater, stronger, and far more beautiful through science and mutation. Through technological advancements, the idea of physical imperfections, chronic illness, genetic disorder, and even the common cold will be made history through rigorous genetic and biological alterations. There is no denying that a human’s DNA is beautifully made, but the M-2 gene will usher in a new being, radically transforming humans with abilities beyond our comprehension.

All of that was once in the middle of the garden in front of the fountain, and it’s up in flames, along with the water in the fountain.

“I’ve never seen anything like this, it’s definitely the work of someone but I’m not sure why anyone would do this here.” Jungkook looks around, see no other part of the garden is touched,

“This part of the facility is blocked off from the public and some of the staff if someone was trying to make a statement, it looks like they were making it to Dr. Sato personally.”

The firemen frantically raced to put the fire out, but they’re too late. The gates are destroyed, the plaque and the fountain still have flames that devour the former beauty.

Greene groans, pressing his temples firmly. “Does she know about this? She’s working on something really important right now, we don’t need her upset about this right now.”

“Okay, sir,” He sighs, “but she comes out here almost every morning, she’s gonna find out.”

In the forest outside of the facility, a pale-skinned dark figure sits in the highest tree, watching the little haven go up in flames with a devious smile. His hands have a lingering burn but that will always fade in time, this was worth it. The thought of Jane’s face when she sees this, one might have pity but the pain she’s put him through, the pain she’s caused – she can’t ignore this.

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blackmissfrizzle · 6 years ago

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Who’s Your Daddy Now

Title: Who’s Your Daddy Now (pt. 2 of Spring Break)

Pairing: Dean x Black!reader, Sam, Trevante, Rufus

Word Count: 2339

Warnings: Smut (18+), daddy kink, language

A/N: Part 2 of Spring Break. Also, this is my first time writing smut, so please bear with me! This fic is for all my black girls who love Supernatural but don’t get a chance to see themselves in the show or in fanfic.

Was this what death felt like? Your heart was thundering in your chest, blood was pumping, and you had sweat rolling down in crevices you didn’t even want to think about. You always thought you would go out by hunting down some big bad monster or demon, but not this way. What or more likely, who was responsible for your near-death experience? Your best friend, Trevante fucking Rhodes. You wanted to get in better shape for graduation and your upcoming training at Quantico, but you should have known better than to ask the UT track star to help you train.

Giving you a blinding smile, Tre asked, “You good?” You slowly turned your head toward your friend and gave him the signature Turner scowl, “Fuck you, nigga!” Trevante doubled over in laughter, so you did the only reasonably thing: you twirled your mostly dried towel and whipped it across Tre’s sweat sheened covered back. “Ouch,” Trevante actually jumped, “What the hell, Y/N?” You stuck out your tongue, “That’s what you get for laughing at me when I was having a heart attack.” “Oh Tre, could you pretty please train me? I wanna look good as fuck in my graduation dress and I want a faster time for my two miles for my Quantico training,” Trevante attempted to mimic you when you asked for his help. Dramatically rolling your eyes, “Whatever I don’t sound like that.”

After a couple of more jokes, Trevante started walking you back to your house off-campus, stating that it was too dangerous for you to walk alone. While you two strolled back, you discussed about how he got stopped to audition for an acting role and if he really wanted to pursue an acting career. “Ya know, if I make out in LA then maybe you could come out there and be a big shot FBI agent,” Trevante said in his southern drawl as his hand reached for yours to intertwined. Ever since you broke up with Trent’s trifling ass, Trevante was making his feelings for you known even more, and a couple of weeks ago, you wouldn’t be opposed to starting a relationship with Trevante, but ever since you ran into Dean and he confessed his feelings, no other man would do it for you.

Grabbing Trevante’s other hand you were about to tell him it wouldn’t work between you two, but you heard someone clearing their throat. Slowly turning your head, you were presented by the sight of Sam and Dean both in their fed suits, standing by Baby. You went to hug the boys, and Sam gave his usual hug filled with warmth, but you were confused by why Dean’s felt cold and stiff. “Sam, Dean, what are you guys doing here? Graduation is not for another couple of days.” Sam answered, “There’s a case, so we came early.” You thought to yourself that you should’ve been able to notice a case in your own city, but you were so busy with preparing for graduation, you wouldn’t notice anything close to a potential case.

Tre grabbed your hand again to get your attention, “Yeah, there’s been some missing girls around the city and the university,” You stared at Tre asking with your eyes why he hadn’t told you anything about, he answered as he began rubbing circles on your hand, “Before you get mad, I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to worry you. Why do you think I’ve been texting you almost non-stop, especially when you’re working the night shift?” Thinking back on it, you can say Trevante has been more attentive, but you thought it was just him flirting.

You were pulled out of your thoughts, when Trevante introduced himself to Sam and Dean, and Sam immediately shook Tre’s hand, but Dean just stared at it before he tentatively shook Tre’s hand. “It’s nice to meet y’all. Y/N is always talking about you two.” Dean finally spoke since you first noticed them, “Yeah, well she hasn’t told us anything about you,” You mentally rolled your eyes at Dean’s unnecessary shortness, “Y/N, we need to go inside and get to work. Me and Sam could really use your help.” “Look at you already working, and you ain’t even been to training yet” Trevante joked as he leaned down to give you hug and kiss on the cheek, “Imma let you go. Text me later, a’ight.” “I will. See you later, Tre!”

You were waving goodbye to your best friend when Dean tugged you toward your front door. “Hey, what’s the rush?” Without looking at you Dean replied, “Nothing. I just want to get out of this fed suit and get work. Is that alright with you?” You sneered your lip up at Dean, “Yeah, that’s fine, but you don’t have to be a bitch about it.” You unlocked the door and showed the boys to their rooms. You offered for Dean to sleep with you, but to your surprise he declined, making up some bullshit excuse about not wanting to intrude in your space.

Once everyone got changed and settle, you began cooking some smothered chicken, rice, green beans, and black-eyed peas while Sam and Dean were in the living room going over crime scene photos and eyewitness accounts. Sam sighed in frustration, “What the hell are we even hunting? There was no EMF, no sulfur, no hex bags, no cattle mutilations, and there’s no full moon.” Dean just as frustrated as Sam rubbed his temples, “I don’t know man, but I need a break.”

After putting the chicken in the oven, you entered the living room to get more specifics on the case. You grabbed some of the eyewitness accounts Dean just had, “So, what did the vics have in common or was it just random?” Sam leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, “Well, ummmm, they looked same and are in the same age group.” You waved your hand for Sam to go on and give the description, but Sam was interrupted by Dean before he could begin. “No, Sam she doesn’t need to know. If she didn’t even notice the missing girls in her own city, then how the hell can she be any use,” Dean reprimanded.

Taken aback by Dean’s callousness, you took in several deep breaths and then turned to Sam with a smile, “Sam, the food won’t be ready for another hour and there’s this amazing juicing bar less than ten minutes from here. You should go try it and maybe the change of scenery could help you with the case. I’ll text you when to come back for dinner.” Sam knew you weren’t just suggesting for him to go to the juice bar because you knew he was a health nut, but he knew you were giving him an out before you and Dean started arguing. Grabbing his laptop, files, and the keys to Baby, Sam practically ran out the house before yelling, “See you later!”

Once you heard Baby’s engine, you turned to the object of your anger, “What the fuck is wrong with you!? You’ve been bitchy all day,” you roared at Dean. Dean stood up and marched towards you, “My problem is, if you weren’t too busy holding hands and making goo-goo eyes at some guy, you would’ve notice you had a case in your own backyard,” Dean bellowed back.

Oh, now you understood what this was about, Dean was jealous of Trevante. “Dean, I barely have time to notice what color underwear I have on. You know I’m graduating soon, right? I have homework, finals, volunteer work, my job, and training for Quantico. And Trevante is just my best friend, nothing else, I promise.” Dean replied sarcastically, “You know best friends don’t hold hands and look at each other longingly.” “Like you and Cas? Because, you two totally don’t give me any Brokeback Mountain vibes,” you joked.

“You. Little. Shit.” Dean began to chase you around the house, which didn’t last long since he was able to catch you in the kitchen. You were engulfed with smell of beer, Baby, and Dean as he had your back pressed to his front. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Ever since we saw each other last time, I can’t stop thinking about you, and seeing you with that guy really set me off.” You turned to face Dean and grabbed his face, “There’s no other guy for me,” and deciding to lighten the mood and tease Dean, you told him, “But maybe Sam. There’s something about those hands that tells me he can handle all these curves.”

Dean’s once easygoing face turned predatory, and he backed you into the refrigerator, effectively trapping you with his hands on both sides of your head. Dean lowered his head toward your ear, “Didn’t the last time I saw you I told you; Rufus wouldn’t be the only one you called daddy?” Not even the cool surface of the refrigerator could cool down the fire Dean started within your body. When you took too long to answer, Dean lifted your chin with his index finger, “Yes or no?”

“Yes.”

Dean smirked, “Well, I guess its time I prove it.” You thought Dean would go at you hard and fast, but he did the exact opposite. He peppered you with kisses from your shoulder all the way to behind your ear. Once, he finished one side he started on the other, but this time his hands made it inside your leggings to touch your soaking core. “Already wet for Daddy, huh?” Being the little brat that you were, you looked at Dean through your eyelashes and smirked, “See you gotta earn to be called Daddy and I don’t think you could do it. Maybe I should call Sam or Trevante, they seem like they could be up for the job.”

Dean just grabbed you and pushed you over the counter, and put his foot between your legs, so he could spread them. “You’re gonna regret talking all that shit. We’ll see if you’re still talking all that mess when you can barely walk,” Dean whispered in your ear. You felt the cold air greet the lower half of your body as Dean pulled down your leggings and underwear. His hands snaked their way to your core, where he curled two of his fingers and masterfully massaged your g-spot. You were trying your hardest not to moan, but Dean’s fingers were magic, and you couldn’t help but let out tiny whimpers. “Sounds like I might be earning that title.” You looked back at Dean, “Don’t get too cocky. It’s just been awhile.” Dean chuckled, “Keep telling yourself that.” Dean removed his fingers and instantly brought them to his mouth and licked them, “Mmmm. Delicious. I wish I could give your pussy the attention she deserves, but I guess I’ll have to save dessert for later.”

While you impatiently waited for Dean to unbuckle his pants, you started to sway your hips side to side, and your hand was making its way down to your core before Dean slapped it away, “No touching what’s mine,” Dean growled. “Its not yours,” you bit back. “Not yet,” Dean grunted as he slammed into your pussy. You instantly roll your eyes to the back of your head as Dean made you feel completely full. He was definitely better than Trent and he hadn’t even begun to move inside you. You tauntingly asked Dean, “Are you gonna move or what? Or do I need to call someone to come finish the job?” That instantly fired Dean up and he took no mercy on your poor kitty as he drilled into you.

All you could do was moan a plethora of ‘Oh Gods’ and grip onto the counter. At one point it became too much, and you tried to push Dean away, but he slapped your hand away and said, “Nuh-uh. You were talking all that shit earlier, so you’re gonna take every inch of this dick, sweetheart.” Maybe you shouldn’t have been running your mouth, you thought to yourself, but then you wouldn’t be getting your back blown out like this, so you didn’t regret it. Every so often, Dean would ask, ‘What’s my name’ or ‘Who’s pussy is this’ and knowing he wanted to hear Daddy, you answered instead, ‘Dean.’ The last time you didn’t answer the way he wanted to, you felt completely empty. Dean pulled out and you were a whimpering mess. “Dean, what the hell!?” He grabbed you by the throat and pulled your body flushed against his, “Stop being a little brat and I’ll give you want you want. Understand?” You just shook your head yes in response, “Nh-uh use your words. You weren’t afraid to use them earlier.” Hanging your head down low, you whimpered, “Yes.”

This time when Dean entered you it was slow and so were his thrusts, but with each one he began to pick up speed. Dean grunted through his clenched teeth, “What’s.” Thrust. “My.” Thrust. “Name?” You came apart as you screamed, “Daddyyyyyyyyyyyy!” Dean began pounding into you with a death grip on your hips, which would leave some bruises there on your rich mocha skin.

Dean’s fast and hard thrusts had another orgasm about to roll through your body, “Daddy, I’m about cum again.” Dean let go of your hips and grabbed your hands instead and intertwined them with his, “Let go, princess. I’m right there with you.” And just like that you came with Dean following right behind, but your bliss was short-lived when an uninvited guest entered your house.

“Oh no! Not my baby girl,” you heard your dad shout out in despair. “Dean Winchester, you’re a dead man!”

You didn’t have the chance to get up and at least try to cover up before your dad went right back out the front door. While you laid your head down on the counter in mortification, you heard Dean chuckle close to your ear, “Who’s your daddy now?”

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ihaveanimagine · 6 years ago

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Not a prompt ask so, do it whenever you feel like! ^^ how would ut sans, uf sans(of course) Us and Sf paps react to receiving a text from their s/o saying "your a father now!" Then a few minute later, s/o send a picture of a (put animal here) ?

Undertale Sans

This lazy bones was very confused at first. You had told him you were going out to grab something as a surprise and about 30 minutes later he got that text.

He slightly panicked because HECK the house isn’t even ready for a baby! Do they have enough cash to support themselves? Does he even know how to care for a baby? Can he even dad????

Sans was .5 seconds away from calling Papyrus for help when you sent a picture of a pair of small lizards, lounging on a fake rock, napping under a heating lamp with the caption “I got some friends for your pet rock.”

Sans immediately collapsed into a fit of giggles and sends you a text back saying “Should I make them a college fund account?”

Underfell!Sans (Red)

Red was busy munching on a mustard-heavy sandwich when he saw the text and nearly choked on it.

You and Red had talked about kids in the past and came to the conclusion that you both would like one eventually but until you both feel ready, you won’t have kids.

But of course Red knew that sometimes life didn’t go as planned and instead of looking at the picture you sent him, Red dialed your number while coughing up sandwhich chunks.

“You’re pregnant?!” He shouted into the phone, panic setting in slightly. “How far along are you? Did you take multiple tests?? Do we need to renovate and baby-proof our entire house?!?!????”

The only response Red got was your boisterous laughter. “R-Red, no! Calm down, love! I’m not pregnant!” Red went from 100 to 0 so fast he got whiplash.

“W-what???” He mumbled “Wait then-“

“Red, love, did you check the two texts I sent?” You asked, still giggling. Red looked at his phone in confusion before putting you on speaker before going back to check his messages.

Once there he saw a photo of you holding a teency kitten with milky white eyes, swaddled in a red blanket. You were holding the kitten like a human baby while smiling at the camera.

“Oh.”

You burst out laughing and Red heard a faint meow in the background. “Oh? You just had a heart attack and all you can say is ‘oh’?”

Red whiped a hand down his face and started laughing with you. “You got me really good, kitten!” He grinned, feeling a bit confused that he was disappointed you weren’t actually pregnant.

“You alright, love? I didn’t scare you too much did I?” You asked, sounding a little guilty.

“No way, dollface.” Red said firmly “Ya did spook me a bit, but not that bad…” The two of you were silent for a bit before Red spoke again.

“I dunno, I guess I just got my hopes up too much.” Red heard you ‘aww’ over the phone “Guess you’re getting a little baby fever, huh?”

Red chuckled shyly and scratched his head. “Guess so.”

“Well, why don’t we practice on this tiny baby and then we’ll talk about making our own spawn.”

Underswap!Papyrus (Honey)

Honey was napping on the couch when your text was sent and completely missed it until you got home.

You had quickly put the surprise in your room and went to wake up your sleeping husband. “Babe, Babe, wake up!” You said eagerly, watching as Honey slowly opened his eye.

“Hmm?” His voice sounded a bit scratchy since he had just been napping but a smile bloomed on his face when he saw you were home.

“Hey, Sweets,” He mumbled, tugging on your shirt to get you to lean down to kiss him “How was your shopping trip?”

“It was fine!” You said dismissively “Did you get the text I sent you?” Honey patted his pockets and shook his head “Uhh, I think I left it in the kitchen.”

You pouted and started heading upstairs “Well go look at it! I’m gonna change into something more comfy.”

Honey nodded and stretched out on the couch, his lanky legs slipping off the side. He went to the kitchen and opened his phone to see the text.

His eyes went from the laidback squint he usually had and went wide with shock.

Him???? A father???? How???? Before he could run up to you for clarification, he saw the picture of you holding a parrot on your arm and he burst out laughing.

Honey ran up to the bedroom and found you sitting on the bed with the parrot on your arm, a big smile on your face.

“You’re my dad!” The parrot sqwuaked “Boogie woogie!” You and Honey burst out laughing and you held out a treat for the parrot.

After Honey composed himself he winked at you “So does this mean I get to tell Blue he’s an uncle?”

Swapfell!Papyrus (Russ)

Russ was the only one who waited until you sent in the picture of the animal you had adopted to freak out.

You were standing next to a large Great Dane that reached your hip even when standing on all fours.

Russ immediately started squealing and FaceTimed you. “Can I see him?!” He begged, giving you the puppy eyes.

You laughed and adjusted the camera to see the Dane lounging in the backseat, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he looked around, his tail wagging excitedly.

“Awwww, he’s smiling!!” Russ cooed “Yeah, you should’ve seen the way he got all excited when the adoption center staff brought him out, he started crying and jumping around he was so excited!”

By the time you got home, both the Dane and Russ were so excited that they began rolling around and barking at each other the second you introduced them.

#underswap #underswap papyrus #this was so much fun #these babies are so cute #underfell #underfell sans #swapfell #swapfell papyrus #undertale sans #undertale #sans #pets

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snffbeebee · 6 years ago

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The Bet ( Part 2 )

{ Catch up with Part 1 }

Warnings - language, teasing ( if that’s even a warning. ) that’s about it.

Word Count - 3,407

As you let the water run down onto your face, you couldn’t help but smirk. This was going to be an interesting game. You knew you already had his mind wondering, and that’s exactly what you wanted. But your mind was going as well, thinking about how he would play it, what he would do to try and get you to break. You knew that he had a competitive side to him, but so did you. After rinsing off, you stepped out of the shower and pulled on the clothes that you had tossed onto the floor. You towel dried your hair a little bit, then opened the door and stepped into the now dark room. You glanced at Sam who had spread himself out on the little bed and was snoring softly. You turned your head to the other bed and noticed that it was empty. You looked around the room, and heard the shower shut off in the other bathroom, through the slightly open door. You picked up your bag and shoved your clothes into it, then tossed it back on the floor. Just as you were sitting on your bed by the window, the bathroom door opened and the steam poured into the room. You took in a deep breath as you seen Dean walk out. His hair, still dripping wet, causing the water to run down his neck and onto his bare chest. Your eyes followed the water and you took in a soft breath when your gaze continued down to his pajama pants that hung off his hips, exposing that v shape that made you shiver with pleasure. Taking in this rare sight, your eyes met his and he had a smug smirk on his face. He didn’t say a word, but you knew that he was giving you a taste of your own medicine, and you didn’t want to admit it, but seeing him like that, had sent heat straight your core. You took in a breath, looked at him one last time, then pulled up the covers and laid down on your side, facing the empty bed a few few away from you. Not even two minutes later, you watched as Dean plopped himself down on the bed, his phone is hand. You watched as he typed then you heard the ding of your phone. He turned his head to look at you as you reached on the nightstand and grabbed your phone.

‘ I take it, this is just between us, but don’t you think Sam will notice something is up, when we aren’t screaming and fighting with each other? ‘

Crap, you didn’t even think about that. You bit your lip, then replied.

‘ You’re smart Winchester, figure something out.. unless you wanna just give up now. ‘

You watched the smirk pull across his lips as he read then replied.

‘ Oh sweetheart, it’s gonna take a lot more than showing a little skin to get me to break. ‘

You seen the confidence in his eyes when he looked at you, and right then, you knew this was going to be harder than you thought it was going to be. You didn’t reply, but set your phone back on the table, looked at him before turning my back to him and closing your eyes. Dean shook his head with a silent laugh, tossed his phone beside him then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

“ Wake up you two, I think I got something. “ Sam called out the next morning, as he came into the room, letting the door close behind him.

You pulled the covers over your face with a groan, snuggling into the pillow. Sam couldn’t help the laugh that came out as Dean did the exact same thing.

“ Seriously, I went to get coffee when I actually bumped into a vic. “ He said, setting the coffee on the table then smacking his brother on the leg.

You let out a breath, then sat up, blinking your eyes open, and looking at the tall Winchester, who surprisingly was way too happy for this early in the morning. You stretched, then glanced over at Dean, who had pulled his head from the blankets, but hadn’t gotten up. He ran his hand over his face then looked at you, a little smirk pulling in his lips, from what had started last night.

You pulled yourself to your feet and Sam handed you one of the coffees from the table.

“ So what did you find out? “ You asked, after taking a long drink from the cup.

“ I think it’s a witch...or more like witches. “

“ Of course it has to be witches..I hate them. “ Dean groaned as he finally sat up on his bed.

“ We talked at her house and I found this in her bathroom. “ Sam said as he pulled out a hex bag from his jacket pocket.

You took the bag from Sam and gave it a once over before unting the bag and sifting through the stuff inside.

" This is some serious witch craft. " You stated as you set your coffee on the table and picked up finger full of black dust.

" I'm going to shower than you and Dean should hit the police station. " Sam said stripping himself from his heavy jacket.

" Yeah no can do Sammy. " Dean replied, finally getting to his feet.

" Why not? " He asked.

" We are not speaking at the moment. " You said taking another drink of the weak coffee.

" What? " Sam asked, completely confused.

" Well Y/N told me if I have nothing nice to say to her than to not say anything at all. So we've got a bet to see how long it takes for one of us to crack and go back to fighting." Deans eyes stopped on you for a quick second, long enough to make you take it a breath.

Sam looked between the both of you, an eyebrow raised and then focused on you.

" You got him to stop talking to you...oh Hell I want in on this bet. " He laughed.

" NO. " You and Dean both said at the exact same time.

Sam again looked between the both of you, still a little confused at what was going on between you.

" I'll take the police station. " You said tossing your hair into a bun, then glancing at Dean.

" Its a lot easier to get them to talk, without a brooding man breathing down their necks and scaring the crap out of them. " You grabbed your clothes, then went into one of the bathrooms and got changed.

Dean shook his head as he took a drink from his coffee.

“ Well she’s not wrong. “ Sam laughed.

“ Shut up, I’m gonna get changed then we can go talk to a few of the vics, while she goes and does whatever it is she does. “ Dean stated.

After getting dressed you came back into the room, where Dean stood in his FED suit. You looked him up and down, realizing how good he looked in even a cheap suit and had to fight the urge to bit your lip, as your mind was thinking about what was underneath it all.

“ Alright, if I find anything out, I’ll call you. “ You told Sam as you grabbed your keys, and walked out the door.

After a few minutes of flirting with one of the officers at the station so you could get some info about the last vic, your phone buzzed. You fished it from your jacket pocket and seen that Cas was calling you.

“ Excuse me for a moment. “ You told the officer as you walked outside and answered the call.

“ Cas, what’s up? “

“ I’ve got your panties. “

Your mouth dropped at his comment.

“ Excuse me? Why exactly do you have my underwear? “

“ Dean informed me that it was important for the case, although I am skeptical on the practicality of obtaining your undergarments at this present moment”

You shook your head at the fact that he had played on Cas’s lack of understanding.

“ Don’t listen to a word he says Cas. Please put my underwear back, I’ve got to go. “

“ So you do not them? “

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit.

“ No, and if he asks you get anything else of mine, don’t do it.. “

“ Alright. “

You ended the call and shook your head again as you brought up your messages with Dean.

‘ Seriously...you drug Cas into this..’

You didn’t have to wait long before he replied.

‘ You said I couldn't talk...you said nothing about Cas. ‘

‘ Finding it hard to not use those words already Winchester? ‘ You replied.

Dean smirked as he replied and Sam seen it.

“ Can you please put that thing away so we can do our job? Pretty sure that is our girl. “ Sam smacked his brother on the arm, than pointed to the tall brunette standing on the porch of the big blue house.

Dean shoved his phone into his pocket and looked at the woman.

“ Doesn’t look very witchy to me. “

“ When have they ever looked “ witchy” Dean. “

After talking to her for a few minutes, they went inside and Sam noticed that she was getting a little nervous, and he knew that she was who they were looking for.

“ Excuse me, I’ve just gotta step outside and make a phone call. “ Sam excused himself, but not before he seen the look that his brother shot him.

Shutting the door behind him, Sam stepped onto the porch and took ut his phone and called you just as you were coming out of the station.

“ What’s up? “ You asked.

“ We found her.. Ya need to get here. I’m texting you the address now. “ He ended the call.

You checked the address, got into your car, and sped off to the house. The moment you stepped out of your car, you heard a gun shot. You instantly, ran up the stairs, kicked in the door and rushed inside, your gun pointed. You looked into the living room, to see a woman laying on the floor with a bullet in her head.

“ I guess you really didn’t need my help. “ You laughed, lowering your gun.

“ What did you find out at the station? “ Sam asked.

“ You were right, she’s not the only one we are dealing with. “

You pulled out a photo and passed it to him.

“ Kelsey Berk. She’s tight with this one. “ You motioned to the woman on the floor.

“ All the vics were connected to both of them.. They were a big group of friends, like a damn high school click. Kelsey apparently holds a grudge. “

“ So you have any clue where she’s at? “

Shaking your head, you let out a sigh.

“ No, no one has seen her for almost a week now. “

Sam ran his hand over the scruff on his face.

“ Alright, let’s get this cleaned up, and then grab something to eat before we head back to the motel. “

All three of you, cleaned up the mess then went into a little diner and sat down at a booth. Dean’s eyes glanced at you, as he seen a pretty blonde walk over to your table.

“ What can I get you handsome? “ She asked, moving to stand close enough to him that her left touched his.

“ Well I don’t know about them, but I’ll have a bacon cheese burger, a beer and the time you get off. “ He smirked, pulling out that Winchester charm that he had perfected with that smile.

You watched as the blonde’s cheek turned bright red.

“ Salad and water for me please. “ Sam interrupted his brother’s usual routine when it came to pretty girls.

She wrote it all down then looked at you.

“ What about you? ‘ She asked.

“ Burger and fries. “

Before she walked away, you gently took her arm and looked at her.

“ Oh and just fyi, don’t fall for those pickup lines, he’s used that one at least 4 times today. “ You whispered with a smirk.

She was a little taken back but nodded and walked off to put your order in. Dean glared at you, but Sam just laughed and nudged his brother’s shoulder.

“ Can we please keep her, she’s the best entertainment we’ve had in awhile. “

You didn’t even try to contain the smirk that came upon your face. After getting your food, you and Sam talked about Kelsey and what you had found out.

“ So she was last seen at her house at least 5 days ago. “ Sam read the paper.

“ I say we go and do a little B&E “ Dean smiled, shoving his last fry into his mouth.

When the blonde waitress came back with the bill, she placed it in front of Dean, and grazing his hand as she walked away. Dean picked up the bill and a big grin came across his face. He held up the paper and you seen the name Chelsey and a phone number underneath of it. You tossed money on the table and got to your feet.

“ Are we going or what? “ You said pulling on your jacket.

You stopped at the motel to change out of your FED suits then headed straight for the Kelsey’s house. Sam picked the lock like a pro and we were in within 5 minutes, searching the downstairs. Sam decided to head upstairs while Dean checked the kitchen and you looked around the study. You didn’t see anything that would give you a clue on where she might be. You turned the corner, looking into the kitchen, you seen Kelsey standing behind Dean with a smirk on her face.

“ DEAN GET DOWN! “ You yelled your gun raised.

He didn’t hesitate to follow your order and ducked. You shot and hit her right in the chest and she dropped to the floor. Letting out a breath and getting to his feet, Dean looked at you.

" You sweetheart, just broke 1 out of three rules.. Which means, I'm winning. " He smirked, crossing his arms in glee.

" Maybe, but I still don't think you can talk your way into my pants Winchester...but me.. oh I'm sure I could say just the right things, to have you on your knees.. " You said, shoving your gun into the back of your jeans as your eyes locked with his.

He took a step forward then stopped when Sam came rushing into the room.

“ Found her. “ You turned to smile at Sam.

Sam smirked with a nod of his head as he turned to look at his brother.

“ She saved your ass didn’t she. “

Dean ran his fingers through his hair and looked at Sam.

“ Shut up, and help me clean this up, so we can go and get a beer please. “

About twenty minutes later, you pulled up beside Dean at a run down bar. The moment you stepped inside, you seen a beautiful red haired woman at the bar, and you just knew that Dean was going to try to pull the same stunt that he did at the diner, just to get underneath your skin. After getting a few beers, you pulled off your jacket and took a long drink. Dean followed your gaze to the red head with a smile.

“ Ah thanks for the point out Y/N. “

“ You guys are talking again? That didn’t last long. “ Sam asked with a little laugh.

“ Yeah she cracked. “ Dean smirked.

“ I had to, or I would have shot him. “ You shot back.

Dean ran his fingers through his hair and got to his feet.

“ Excuse me, while I go get myself another drink. “ He winked at you.

You knew exactly what he was doing. Watching him go up and lean against the bar, you got a rush of jealousy and you pushed it down. He wanted to play like that...fine. You seen the woman look at him, then turn back in her chair and talk to the bartender. He got rejected. You didn’t even feel one bit sorry for him as he sat back down.

“ She’s here with someone. “ He said, chugging back the rest of his beer.

You knew he was good at the game, but you were better. You pulled your hair from the bun it was in, grabbed his and Sam’s empty bottles and got to your feet.

“ I’ll grab us a few more. “

Sam noticed Dean’s eyes following you as you made your way over to the bar.

“ Dude. “ Sam called out.

“ What? “

“ You’ve got a thing for her. “ Sam stated.

Dean shook his head with a laugh, but before he could respond, his eyes seen something that made blood rush straight to his now half hard cock. He grabbed Sam’s arm and he looked at let out a little laugh when he seen you kissing the same girl that Dean had just struck out with.

“ Wonder what line she used, maybe you could use it later on. “ Sam laughed again.

Dean didn’t say a word but just watched as you grabbed the three beer bottles, kissed the girls cheek then made your way back to the table. Dean seen the girl at the bar, watch you as well and he shook his head. Setting the beer in front of him, and couldn’t control the smile on your lips.

“ Turns out, I’m more of her type than you are. “ You tossed a piece of paper onto the table, with her number on it.

Sam took a drink of his beer, then realized he left his phone in the car.

“ I gotta grab my phone, I’ll be right back. “

When the door shut behind him, Dean’s eyes were locked on you.

“ Nature calls. “ You smirked, got up and went into the bathroom.

Dean bit his lip, trying so hard to fight this feeling that was building inside him, but he said fuck it and followed you into the bathroom.

“ Dean what the hell are you doing in here? “ You asked.

You knew the answer as he walked towards you and backed you up against the wall, his hands not touching you, but resting on the wall beside your head. His eyes burned into yours and his breathing was deep and slow.

“ That was totally unfair and you know it. “ He almost growled out.

You tilted your head and looked at him.

“ But did I break any rules? No, so that was fair game. I put my lips on her, not you. “

Your own breathing became deeper as his face moved closer to yours and stopped close enough that you felt his breath on your mouth, which sent tingles down into your core. With his hand hovering beside your cheek,knowing that he wasn’t aloud to touch you, he moved in a bit closer, and tilted his head just enough for his bottom lip to just barely graze yours. You took in a deep breath, waiting for his lips to crash into yours, but he backed away and just looked at you as he caught his breath. When you felt like you could breath again, you spoke.

“ Now that...that wasn’t fair.. “ You said no louder than a whisper.

“ I didn’t kiss you, so I didn’t break any rules. You might be good Y/N but I’m better, you’ll find that out soon enough. “ He smirked, then walked out of the bathroom.

You ran your fingers through your hair and closed your eyes to push down the excitement that he just gave you.

“ Fuck. “ You said to yourself.

You needed to step up your game, you wouldn’t let him win. You took in another breath, composed yourself then walked back out into the bar.

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Imagine 💭💡 your 👏 card 💳 declines ⛔👎 at 😂 the 👏💦 tattoo 💉👨‍🎨 shop 🏬 and ➕🍽 they bust 💣🕐 out 💯 the 👏 sand ⛱ paper.. 😳🤦

Rawr🐲🐊 x3😋 nuzzles how are you😉🙂 pounces on you😛 you’re😃 so😄 warm🤒😈 o3o😏 notices😯 you have a bulge🍆 o:😯😮 someone’s happy😃 ;)😉😜 nuzzles your necky wecky😈😗~ murr~ hehehe😊 rubbies👋🤚 your bulgy🍆 wolgy you’re😌 so big😯😮 :oooo rubbies👋🤚 more on your bulgy🍆 wolgy it🚫 doesn’t stop🛑 growing ·///· 😐kisses😚😘 yo

I 👤didn't 🐈 fuck 🤬 my 👽 cat. I 🌸 didn't 👁 cum 💦 on 😳 my 💋cat. 😻 I 🧒 didn't 💋 put 👸 my 🌈 dick 🍆 anywhere 🧚‍♀️ near 🍺 my cat. 😽 I've ❌ never 😡 done 👉👌 anything 🏀 weird 🧘‍♂️ to 🎨 my 🏅cat. 😸

🌽come🌽today🌽and🌽get🌽some🌽Ć̷̭͚̟̱́ö̷̺̻̙͔́̄͑̚͜r̵̢̢̲̖͍̊̏̎̄n̵̡̧̹̥͖͘🌽or🌽we🌽will🌽sacrifice🌽your🌽n̴̡̪̈́̆͝͝ę̵̠̝̣̒́w̷̧͔̓͝ḅ̴̳̍̀͑o̷̯͈͔̽ŕ̷̡͇̦̯́n̷̝̦

my✨vâğîñå💕is🦋named🗿řōńàłð💋and🐬theres😹nothing😼you👋🏽can👁️do👂about🧚‍♀️it

bəąňß✨bəąňß🌞bəąňß⭕️bəąňß👣bəąňß😳bəąňß💕bəąňß❌bəąňß⛽️bəąňß☁bəąňß🥌bəąňß🖲

Ever 😆see 😱 me 👊 fighting 👍🏾in 💖a 🍯Forest🌲with✌🏾a 😠 grizzly🐻Bear? 👄HELP 💔THE😔BEAR💯

ӨЦΛΛΛΛ 🗿 Λ Λ Λ Λ Λ 🗿 ӨЦΛΛΛΛ 🗿 Λ Λ Λ Λ Λ 🗿 ӨЦΛΛΛΛ 🗿 Λ Λ Λ Λ Λ 🗿

oh 😮 geez 🙊 what 😟 a 🧚‍♀️steep 📉 hill 🏞 i👀 sure 🤖 hope 🙏🏼 i 🌱 dont 🚫 drop 💨 my 🤭 beans 🥫 woah 🤯 aragahha 😖 my ☠️ beannns 😫

I 😌 was 🤡 a 🤨 girl 👩 in✨a 🏠 village😑doin🤓alright 😳 then 😵 i 👹 became 👀 a 🧚‍♀️ princess 👑 overnight 😴

the 👄 name 🙈 game 👩 JUDY👾 judy🌶 judy💞bo 🎶 budy 🎵 boanna 💅 fanna💋fo🎂fudy🌈fe🌂

👽⟟⏁⋉⟒👽⟒⋔⍜⊑👽⍀⏃⏁⏃⌿⏃⍀⏃⟒👽⎅⍜⍀⟟⋔⟒👽⏃⋔⎍⋔⎍👽⏃⋔⟒⋏⍜👽⍀⏃⏁⟒⎅⏃⟒👽⌰⏃⏁⟒⟒⎅⏃⟒👽⋔⍜⟒👽⎅⍜⍀⟟⋔⟒👽⏃⋔⟒⋏⍜👽⍜⌰⋔⟒⋏⏃👽⎅⟒⌿⏃⎅⏃⍀⟟👽⏃⋔⟒⋏⍜👽 ⎅⟟⋔⟒⎅⏃⟒👽

säçrįfïćë👹säćrîfįčé👹sáćrįfîčé👹sàčrìfîçë👹 sâćrìfïčê👹sâçrīfïçë👹sâćrìfįčê👹säçrîfįćę👹

yæw 💕 yãêw ✨ yàáw 😻 yaw 👁 yãēw 🗿 yåėw 😬 yąęw 💅 yæ 🚿

this😚is😿the👄best🤪burrito🌯i’ve🤩ever♦️eaten💞yum🔓yum🗿yum😢

I 😳 don’t 💕 see😌 how 👁 you 👽 can🤦‍♂️hate 😜 from🧚‍♀️my ✨ side👄 of 🖤 the😈 club😹 you 🗣 cant👅 even 💅 get 🕴🏽in 💞 💁‍♀️

ÿoú tákë thę mœn🌚ÿøū👁takê thė šüń🌝yōu täkè 𝖾⋁𝖾𝖗𐒦tꜧĺ𝛈𝚐✨thät sèе𝙢Ꚃ lïkè 𝗳𝑢በ😹ÝƯ ştΐṛ〰️ï𝙩 𝐚ʟʟ ƯᎮ án ｗꜧ𝚎ņ🕑ÝỨṛ𝚎 ᵭņ𝚎 ṛᥲԂԂᥲ😝ṛṛᥲԂԂa

Hi, 🤚 you're on a rock 🗿 floating in space. 🌖 pretty cool, 😎👍 huh? 😕❔ some of it's water. 🤽‍♂️ fuck it. 🚮 actually, most of it's water 💦 ⛲ i 😀 can't even 🌒 get 🉐 from here 📍 to there without buying 🛍 a boat. ⛴⚓ it's sad. 🙍 i'm sad. 🙁😭 I miss you.

its 😔 gluten 💡 free 😰 ion 🤬 care 🤖 if its 👎 free 🎁 swear 👁 on ur 👱‍♀️fucking 𝙔𝙀𝙀𝙕𝙔𝙎 ⛸⛸ if you 👤 wanna fight 🤬 we🙎 gon 👄fight 👎🏽you 🦁 tryna 😠 be 🐝 on worldstar ⭐️ what ⁉️ you ✊ gonna 📹 record 🤳 it 🙊 yea 😼 i got🚶‍♂️ my 🙇 dollar 💵 store 🏬 camera 📸 *on* ✅ 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙎 👀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 👁𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉 😼 𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙐𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙉 ✨✨the 😼 fuck 🤬 do 👏 you 👿 want ⁉️im ⭐️ the 🚶‍♂️ motherfuckin💎M̸̦͔̜̖̳̼͚̱͚̮͍̱̘̰̲͂̃̚A̴̧̢̮̫̼̟̳̭̩̪̟̾̋́̌̀̔͐͒̔̾͗̚͜͝͝N̴̫̭͇̹̍́̾̿͒̈́́̄̏A̵͚͓̥̿̍͊͛̎̂̀̀͠͠Ǵ̴̖̭̭̺̣̭̺̈́̅̏́̓͜ͅÈ̷́͠R̶̖͈͈͐͜❗️❗️at the 💢 bread 🍞 store ❓𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿 tell 🤖 him 🗣 to take 👌 the 😾 motherfuckin 🤡 gluten 😷 𝙤𝙪𝙩 🙅‍♀️ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿 🥖 imma 🧚 need 🤚 you 👶 to shut 🔇 that 💪 bullshit 👄 up 👆 chief 💂‍♀️ we 👬 cant 🙅 take 👌 shit out 👾 the 😷 bread 🍞 why❓ put 👿 it in 🤲 in 👁 the 👅 first 1️⃣ place🚪 i 🧑‍🎨 know 🧠 yall 💢 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣 🚬 that 👉 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙠 💅

A🌑 duck walked🚤👳🏽 up↪️ to📵 a🍉 lemonade stand And💘 he📮 said🏰👸🏼 to📰 the man,👏🏻 running🐖 the👋🏿💿💕 stand "Hey! (Bum🚵🏼 bum🎓 bum)💦 Got😁 any🕗🆖 grapes?" The👦🏻✔️👲🏼 man⏫ said "No😪 we📂 just🚥 sell🐣 lemonade. But👨‍👨‍👦‍👦📀 it's cold And👧🏾🔣 it's👌 fresh And🔳🌕🚿👆🏾 it's all home-made.🙆🏽🛀 Can🍍 I get🚥📅 you Glass?" The duck said, "I'll👣 pass". Then👃🏻 he waddled👵🏻 away. (Waddle🌂 waddle) 'Til😢👒 the💂🏻😐🙅🏿 very📍 next♊️ day. (Bum bum bum👳🏾😇 bum👮🏿🌜 ba-bada-dum)🕐👮🏽

Shawty’s💖✨like🌟😌a⌛️👑✨melody💞🎀🌟 🪐That💫 I 🌏can't 🌍keep 🌵out 🌟Got 🌟me ✨singin' ⚡️like⚡️ 🔥Na na na na 🔥everyday🌪 It's🌈 like ☀️my 💫iPod ❄️stuck 🏚on 🤠replay, 🤤replay-ay-ay-ay🦁 Shawty's🤤 like 🤖a 🤑melody 😻in 😽my 🤲head🧠 That 🤚I 💢can't 💋keep 💄out👀 Got 🤙me 🙏singin' 🙏like👅 Na na na na 💄everyday💋 ⌚It's 💎like 💪my 📱iPod 👋stuck 👋on 🖖replay, 🤚Deluga 🤘Heights (replay) 🤟Hey ✊🏾over 👏and 🤝over 👐o_O ||if 👁I'm 🆓tipsy🔰 or ♻️sober💯 I 💖got ❤️lil' 💔momma💗 on 💝rewind❣️like the ❤️deck 👥in 😻my 😺Rover 👾On 💀my 🤑mind, 🗿shawty☁ fine, 😯meditate 🤒her 👩 like 🧘‍♀️ 🤒So 🤕down 🤐on 😵the 🙄line 😤make 👉me 👈want 👍🏾a 😈cold 👹soda👺 👻Hey 👽baby 🤡be 🤤my 😈radio 📻 😶Hear👂you ✨ everywhere 😏I 😉go 🙂Music 👩‍❤️‍👨in 😇my 😚head🤪 🤨Know 😋your 🤪melody 🤩in 😔every 😭note😏 Girl 😍you 😍incredible😚 🤪Make 🤩yourself 🗿available😏Na na na na🤪 😘That 🎶tune 😚so 😊exceptional☺️ 😍Smexy 😍like 💗a 😚piano 👸give 💥you ♉️my 👩🏿‍✋ hands 👀if ✊🏾you're 😈ready💀 ✨We 😜can 😀make 🙃plans😚 get🗿 body 😋stand😍 if ✊🏾you let ☄️me😩 Girl I'm a…😳

Shawty 👄 had 👉 them 💯 apple 🍎 bottom 🔽 jeans 👖 boots 👢 with *️⃣ the 🔟 fur 🐈 (with *️⃣ the 🔟 fur 🐈) got 🐲 the 🔟 whole 🙄 club 💒 looking 👀 at ☮️ her 👠 she 💃 hit 👊 the 🔟 floor 🔽 (she 💃 hit 👊 the 🔟 floor 🔽) next 👉 thing ♈️ you 👤 shawty 👄 got 👣 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽low 🔽 them 🦮 baggy 👜 sweatpants 🩳 and ➕ the 👁‍🗨 Reeboks 👟 with ➕ the 🎶 straps ↩️ (with ➕ the 🎶 straps ↩️) she 💃 turned 😛around ↩️ and 👊 gave ✌️ that 👁 big 🥵booty 🍑 a 🌶 smack ✨ she 💃 hit 👊 the 🔟 floor 🔽 (she 💃 hit 👊 the 🔟 floor 🔽) next 👉 thing ♈️ you 👤 shawty 👄 got 👣 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽 low 🔽low 🔽

Today 📅 my 12 😣🕛 year 📅 old 👴 son 👦 and I 👥 walked 🚶 into harvard 👩‍🎓 to sign 🚧 him 👴 up ☝ for college 🚌📚. The dean rudly asked ❓ what a 12 😣🕛 year 🗓 old 👴 was doing signing 🖊 up ⬆ for such a prestigious 🎖🏆 institute like 👍 harvard 👩‍🎓. My son 🙎‍♂️ took 👫 of to reveal 💡 his 🤦 Rick 👨🏻‍🔬 and Morty 😡😵 shirt 👕 and proclaimed "Well 🖕🖕🏻🖕🏿 you 👆 see 👁 sir 🤔 I 👁 watch 👁 Rick 🥒 and Morty 😡😵". A look 👀 of confusion ❓🤔 came 💦 over 😳🙊💦 the deans face 😀 and I 👁 have never 🚫 been so proud 😤. The dean quickly ⚡ made 👉 sure 💯 to appologize to my son 👦 but 👆🍑👀 it was too late 💤, the police 👮‍♂️ rushed 🏃‍♂️ in and dragged him 👨🏾 out. My son 👦 passed 📆 all 🙌 his 🤦 classes 📒 with 4.0s and graduated 🔝 top 🔝 of his 🤦 class 📒 in the first 🥇 day 📅 of college 🏘👱📚.

Number🔢 1️⃣5️⃣: 🅱️urger🍔 Ki🆖🤴 foot👣 lettuce🥗. The last🥉 thing you'd👉 want in👇 your👉 🅱️urger🍔 Ki🆖🤴 🅱️urger🍔 is someone's👤 foot👣 fu🆖us🤢🤮. 🅱️ut🍑 as🍑 it turns↩️ out, that might 🅱️e what you👉 get. A 4️⃣channer🍀👤 uploaded a 🅿️hoto📷📸 🅰️nonymously👤❓ to the site showcasing his🚹 feet👣 in👇 a 🅿️lastic bin🚮 of lettuce🥗🤮. With the statement🗣: "This👇 is the lettuce🥗 you👉 eat 🅰️t 🅱️urger🍔 Ki🆖🤴."😱😱 🅰️dmittedly, he🚹 had shoes👣👟 on. But🍑 that's even🤭 worse😱😷. The 🅿️ost went live at 1️⃣1️⃣:3️⃣8️⃣ PM on July🎆🎇 1️⃣6️⃣, and a mere 2️⃣0️⃣ minutes🕤 later, the 🅱️urger🍔 Ki🆖🤴 in👇 question❓ was 🅰️lerted👂 to the rogue👤 employee👤. At least, I👁 hope he's🚹 rogue. How😨 did it🤔 happen🧐🧐? Well, the 🅱️K🍔🤴 employee👤 hadn't🚫 removed❌ the Exif data🤓 from the uploaded photo📷📸, which suggested👀 the culprit👤 was somewhere in👇 Mayfield Heights, Ohio🇺🇸. This was 🅰️t 1️⃣1️⃣:4️⃣7️⃣. 3️⃣ minutes later🕘 at 1️⃣1️⃣:5️⃣0️⃣, the 🅱️urger🍔 Ki🆖🤴 branch🌳 address📭🏠 was 🅿️osted with wishes🙏 of happy😄😁 unemployment😨😰. 5️⃣ minutes later🕚, the news stati🔛 was contacted🗣📞 🅱️y 🅰️nother 4️⃣channer👤🍀. And 3️⃣ minutes🕒 later, at 1️⃣1️⃣:5️⃣8️⃣, a link was 🅿️osted: 🅱️K's🍔🤴 "Tell us 🆎out us" online🌐 forum. The foot👣 🅿️hoto📷📸, otherwise known as🍑 exhibit 🅰️, was 🅰️ttached. Cleveland🇺🇸 Scene Maga🇺🇸zine contacted🗣☎️ the 🅱️K🍔🤴 in👇 question🤔❓ the next⏩ day🌞. When questioned🤔❓🧐, the breakfast🌞🍽 shift manager🧔 said "Oh, I👁 know😱 who🤔 that is. He's🚹 getti🆖 fired💥🔫🔥." Mystery🧐 solved👍, 🅱️y 4️⃣chan🍀👥. Now we👥 can🛢 all go 🔙 to2️⃣ eati🆖🍽 our fast🏃‍♂️💨 food🍔🍟🥤 in👇 🅿️eace☮️😀😃😁👍.

im 😂 not gonna 😻 show 👈📺 you 🤙 🤖 the 🍁🌷 facts 📚 📚 and 👏👏 💰 the 👑⚕ 🏽 evidence 📰 🔨📃 beacuse im 😂 😂😂 29 fucking ♀😡 🎮 years 📅📅 old 🍆 and 💻 🌬 in 👄📥 not ⚠🤚 gonna ♂ sit down ⬇👇 and ➕👏 💰 make 💰 🖕 a video ♀📹 📹📸 with 👏👈 👩😫 screenshots exposing 👐 👐 my bullies 😎🖕 🖕😎 these 🈴 💁🚟 are 🏾 👏🏼 bullies these 🤤 are 🏿 highschool fucking 🙏 bullies and 🍀 👏📡 they 👥 👈 wanna 🙇❤ come at 😍👸 👅 me ❓ 📩✌ and 👏🍞 🅱🏼 say 😅🚃 ✋ your ⬅ 👏👏 29 years 📅 old how 👏⚖ your 🍆🏻 👉 acting fuck 😤👦 🍆 you 👆 your 🍆 🙄 in 👏 〽 your 😩 fucking 👉🍆 30s almost 😲 👀😲 all 💯 of 💦📆 😤 you 😤 😘👆 attacking ♂ ♂ me 🏿😭 👈 and 👏😵 😭 im 👌 👌 not ♂🚫 saying 🗣😡 a fucking 👉 work 🏢 🔨 to 🙅 💦 anybody and 👏 👏🙏 your 💯👉 going to 💦 👆💰 say 🤐 🏿 im 👀 😂🏻 panting myself 🔪 👩🐱 as the 🔝👏 🕘⚕ victim and 👏💦 im 👌😂 trying 😔 to ask 🤗😩 😥🙋 for 💰👨 attention i 😂👀 have 👏🏋 😤💰 not 🚫🙅 said 💖 😑 a 👌😂 fucking 😛💞 👈 word 🔚🔚 ✊ publicly until 💦 🅱 another 👯👣 video 🎥 📹 was ☠ 💯👏 made 💰😶 👆 about me 😩👤 the 👏 🅱👏 week 📅 ❗😱 i was 👏👏 👏 putting 💯💯 out 💰▶ 🏼🏍 my 👨 fucking EP you 👉💬 😭👧 wanna ❤ 😻🏿 ghost 👻👻 👻👻 the 🕸 internet 🌐💻 for 😎🍆 five 🕔 fucking ➡ months 🏽 and ✝ im 😂 promoting ↗ my 😩 😘 project ↗ like 😏❤ 😄 crazy and 😇👏 ➕👏 your 👏 ☝ gonna 👏🅱 🔥 put 😏 my 👨 name 📛 in your fucking 🎮😫 🖕🍑 thumbnail bringing up ❤✋ a 🅰💰 🏠 fucking 🚟 ➡ dramatic lie 💬❎ ❎😱 a hate 💯💯 campaign that 🦃 🔪 you fucking started 😁 🙄 5 👪 🛐 months ✌📆 🙄🏽 you 🏻👏 dont 😡🙅 👀 post 🏾📌 🗒🙄 but 🤤 💏🍑 im 👌🅱 posting a 💰☝ 💰 project ⬆⬅ ⬅⬆ and 👏👏 you 🤖🅱 have 💪👏 👏 to say 🗣🗣

You 👆 useless 👩🏻 piece 🗿 of shit 💩. You 👆 absolute 💯 waste 😵 of space ⭐⚫ and air 🌬. You 👆 uneducated, ignorant 👌, idiotic 😜 dumb 🤪 swine 🐽😂, you’re an absolute 💯 embarrassment 😣 to humanity 🕴 and all 🤠 life 💓 as a whole 🕳. The magnitude 🔍 of your 👉 failure 👎🏽 just now is so indescribably massive 🐘 that one ☝🏻 hundred 💯 years 📅 into the future 👨🏼 your 👉🏿 name 🏷 will be used ♦ as moniker of evil 😈 for heretics. Even 🌃 if all 💪 of humanity 🕴 put 👏 together 👮‍♂️🐕 their collective intelligence 🧐 there is no 🚫 conceivable way ↕ they could have thought 🤔 up ☝ a way ↕ to fuck 🤬 up ⬆ on the unimaginable scale ⚖ you 👉🏻 just did

How 🤷🏻 ba-a-a-ad 🤡👺👹 can 🛢 I 👉👁👄👁 be? 🐝🐝I'm 💁🏻‍♂️just🤷🏻doin'🙆🏻‍♂️what comes ☀️🌈✨𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎✨🌈☀️How💁🏻‍♂️ba-a-a-ad🤡👺👹can🛢I 👉🤡be? 🐝🐝 I'm💁🏻‍♂️just 🤷🏻following👉➡️➡️my ➡️➡️🎀 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 🎀 How🤷🏻ba-a-a-ad🤡👺👹can🛢I👉🏿be? 🐝🐝 I'm💁🏻‍♂️just🤷🏻doin'🙆🏻‍♂️what comes ☀️🌈✨ 𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 ✨🌈☀️ How🤷🏻ba-a-a-ad 🤡👺👹 can🛢I👉👹be? 🐝🐝How 🤷🏻💁🏻‍♂️bad🥵👺💁🏻‍♂️can🛢💁🏻‍♂️I 💁🏻‍♂️possibly🙋🏻‍♂️be?💁🏻‍♂️🐝🐝Well, 🤷🏻 there's a principal 💡⏳of nature 🙈🙉🙊(principal of nature) 🗣👥🙋🏻‍♂️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻That almost👌every 🐶🐱🐭🐮 creature🐹🐰🐯🐸 knows💡💡Called survival🏋🏻🤸🏻‍♀️of the fittest💪🏻💪🏾 (survival of the fittest) 🗣👥🙋🏻‍♂️ 🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻And check✅it ➡️this is how it goes🚶🏻🚶🏻‍♀️The animal🙈🙉🙊that eats🍌gotta🤼 scratch🏋️and 👄bite 🦁and💪punch🤼And the🐷🐨animal🐥🦇 that doesn't, well the 🐼🦁animal🦉🐙that doesn't, winds🔁 up🆙⬆️Someone else's 💁🏻‍♂️💁🏽‍♂️💁🏿‍♂️🙋🏻🙋🏼🙋🏽🙋🏾‍♀️lu-🍔lu-🥙lu-🌮lu-🥪lunch!🍱(Munch Munch Munch Munch Munch👁👅👁) 🗣👥🙋🏻‍♂️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻I'm just saying'...💁🏻‍♂️

𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼🌙a 🙄𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻🐝𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻🤣 ｂｕｚｚ✨ïṅ 😨m̸e̸a̸d̸o̸w̸🤷🏻‍♀️t⃨h⃨e⃨r⃨e⃨s⃨👾ᗩ😈ꌃꀎꁴꁴ💩 🐝乃ㄩ乙乙😂【b】【u】【z】【z】💕 b̆̈ŭ̈z̆̈z̆̈🌹the 😅 ፕዪቿ̂🌳Շɦεɼεร😣a 🤯b̶u̶z̶z̶👽 b̠u̠z̠z̠🤖 ḃu̇żż👻ᏰᏬፚፚ 💀in 👃the😷 ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ🌺ꅐꏂꋪꏂ😹so 🤟乃ㄩ丂ㄚ🗣 b̑̈ȇ̈ȋ̈n̑̈g̑̈👓᥇ꪊɀɀꪊꪗ🥽b͛e͛e͛z͛ 👁ẇєяє👄ɓմςςψ 🗿ℬUℤℤℐℕᎶ🌿with🐚♭ṳℨℨ♭ḙḙ✺🥓bͦͯuͦͯzͦͯzͦͯbͦͯeͦͯeͦͯ🌍is 🌟b˟˚u˟˚s˟˚y˟˚🎰with 🧠m͙e͙🐽Ᏺᾀᑬᑬẙ😀 as 😉a સଇกกϓ Ъ૯૯🍯 can 🙇‍♂️be🧚🏻 w̤̮e̤̮r̤̮e̤̮🦷βUSΨ😴b̾u̾z̾z̾i̾n̾g̾🤐with 🤡b⃠u⃠z⃠z⃠b⃠e⃠e⃠👺 t̺͆h̺͆e̺͆🎃ṧ✺ℵ🌞!✘a͎l͎w͎a͎y͎s͎🦄s͜͡h͜͡i͜͡n͜͡i͜͡n͜͡g͜͡👨‍🦳🄸🅃🅂🧒great😖t̶o̶😪b͟e͟👐🏻ḁͦl̥ͦi̥ͦv̥ͦe̥ͦ🔪 ሠዘቿክ💄you’re ♭ʊʐʐ😻βUZZ😮ℬʉᏃᏃ🐣乃∪乙乙🥶Ъμｚｚ😸b˟˚u˟˚z˟˚z˟˚i˟˚n˟˚g˟˚🤬ᏜᎥʈ⋆🤧ЪμｚｚЪ૯૯🤔i͓̽n͓̽🚀Ꮖℋℰ👱🏻‍♀️ʰⁱᵛᵉ🍟

I 👁 don't 🚫👎 know 💭 what 😂 I 💰💰 was 👏👏 thinking 🤔 Leaving 🚪🍃 my 👨🌭 child 👾 behind 👟☢ Now 🎅🙅 I suffer 😱😤 the 👏🔝 curse ⛓ Knowing 💭🤔 now 😭🤗 I 🤠 am blind With all 👩😩 this anger, 😡 guilt and sadness Coming 🏻🏃 to 😷 haunt me 👸 forever 🕜 I can't 🔫 wait for the cliff 💦 at 🗽 the end of 💦 the 🦉👑 river Is 😤 this revenge I am seeking Or seeking someone 👥👤 to 💦 avenge me Stuck in 〽👏 my 🏻 own 😎🏻 paradox I 👀👨 wanna ♀ set ➿ myself free Maybe I 😏 should 👑 chase and 👏 find 🔦 Before they'll 👧 try 😐 to 💦 stop ⛔ it 💯 It won't be 🍆💚 long before 🐝🔙 I'll 😩 become 🏽 a 🆒 puppet It's been 🥜 so long 🔨 Since I last have seen 👁 my ♂ son 👦 Lost to 💰 this monster 👹 To 🍅 the 🍁 man ♂ behind the slaughter Since you've been 📹 gone 😠😡 I've been 🚟👦 singing this 🏿 stupid song 🎵🎤 So I 👨 could 👌✊ ponder The 😫 sanity of 💦🔴 your mother I 👟👏 wish 😢😢 I 💯😎 lived in 👉 the 👏😈 present With the 😫👏 gift 🍆 of 🚋🤔 my 💋🤔 past mistakes But the 🌜 future 💞 keeps luring in ❤🍆 like 👏💖 a pack of snakes Your 🙄👉 sweet 🍬 little 🐭 eyes 👀👀 Your 👨👉 little 🏽 smile, ⭐😁 is 💦 all I 🏻 remember Those fuzzy memories mess with 👌 my temper Justification is killing me But killing 🔪 isn't justified What happened 🤔🤔 to 💯♀ my 💝 son, ♂👦 I'm terrified 😲😲 It 😳 lingers in 👇 my 💩💪 mind And 🌰👏 the 🏻 thought 🤔🤔 keeps on getting 💦 bigger I'm 😻 sorry my 👬 sweet 🍬 baby 👦👶 I 👀♂ wish I've 🏾😭 been there 💦✔ It's 😠🍝 been ✊😎 so 😮 long 🕑📏 Since 💦💦 I 🤔🙋 last 🕞❗ have 😑 seen 👀👁 my 😤 son 🏻👦 Lost 🍆 to 💦 this monster 👹👹 To 😉 the 👏👏 man 💂 behind ↩ the 😂🚗 slaughter Since 💦💦 you've been 🤤😎 gone 😭 I've 😠 been 👑 singing 👩 this 💋 stupid song 🎵🎵 So I could 🚫 ponder The sanity of your mother

What the 🅾🔪 fuck 👌🍑 did 🌼 you 👏👉 just 👏 fucking 🏻⚔ say 🗣🎙 about ✨💦 me, you 👧💦 little 🍑😫 bitch? 🐩☘ I'll 💵🤢 have you know 👏 I 💬♀ graduated 💯 top 👚🔼 of my 🖥👌 class 🥇😛 in 🏢 the 👏 Navy Seals, and I've been 🥜💫 involved in ⏳ numerous secret raids 👈👤 on Al-Quaeda, 🍒🅾 and 💰🌈 I 💰👁 have 🎁 over 😈♂ 300 confirmed kills. ☠ I am trained 🏻🏻 in gorilla warfare 💣 and I'm 🚫 the 😱 top 🔝🔼 sniper in the 👩 entire 😂🏼 US armed forces. 🍆 You are 🏃 nothing to 🅱🗝 me but just 👏 another 🔁 target. I 👁👣 will 🅱💰 wipe 🤤 you 😤😑 the 👏 fuck 🏻 out 🍻 with 👏😏 precision the 🌫😫 likes of which 👏 has 👏 never 😤 been 📷👏 seen 👁 before ⬅💰 on 🤤 this 👈 Earth, 🌎🌎 mark ✌ my 👯🕶 fucking ➡👉 words. You ❌❤ think 😠🤔 you 👈 can 💦 get away with 👩👏 saying 💬🗣 that shit 👌👻 to ✌🅱 me over the Internet? 🌐 Think again, fucker. ➡ As 🍑🍑 we ��🤝 speak I 👀👈 am contacting 📞👈 my 😽 secret 😱😱 network of spies across 👉 the 📉 USA 💖 and 🥁 your 👉👉 IP is 👉💦 being traced 📈 right ❤ now 👋 so 😴 you better 🤔😚 prepare 👉 for the 👏🎆 storm, maggot. The storm 🌀 that 🍆👏 wipes out the 👌🔥 pathetic 😂👋 little 👩 thing you call 📱 your life. You're 👈 fucking 💯 dead, 🔥😂 kid. 😎👶 I 👁👁 can 💦 be anywhere, anytime, 👉💵 and ♂😫 I 👏 can 🔫🔫 kill 👻🔫 you 😏😏 in ⬅👏 over 😳😈 seven hundred ways, and that's 👆 just with 😉😗 my 👍🆕 bare hands. 👏 Not 👏♀ only 😤 am 👦💦 I 😶 extensively trained 👨🏻 in 💊👇 unarmed combat, 🗡 but I 👩😍 have 😑 access 🔖 to the 👏 entire 👏🙋 arsenal of 👨 the 👍👏 United States 👌 Marine Corps and 📡👏 I will 💦 use it to its full 🈵🌕 extent to wipe your 🏻👏 miserable ass 🍑🍆 off 😡👏 the 👏 face of 💦❤ the continent, 👤 you 👨👈 little 👌 shit. 🎃💖 If 🤥 only you could have known 💫 what 😧 unholy 🙏 retribution your 👏 little 🏼 "clever" comment was about 🎩⭐ to ⚠ bring ➡⬅ down ⬇ upon you, maybe 😿 you ♀ would have 👏 held ✊ your 👈👈 fucking 💯 tongue. 👅 But 🏼 you couldn't, you didn't, 😘 and 💯 now 🎅🔫 you're paying the price, you 🙄🖕 goddamn idiot. I 👁🅱 will 😘 shit 👌 fury 😡😡 all over you 🤓👉 and 💰 you will 👏 drown in it. You're 😊🤖 fucking dead, kiddo. 🔥💲

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jack-manpain-zimmermann · 7 years ago

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To Catch Your Eyes

The day Jack 110% Zimmermann vaulted a snowbank to show Bitty his photos and spilled coffee all over him instead. Read on AO3

Title is from “Jealous Guy” by John Lennon

“I might just steal this from you, mister!”

Bitty swings his arms wide around him and looks at the Samwell hoodie hanging down to his thighs, bunched under his coat. “And it’s all warmed up too! You sure you’re not cold?”

Jack laughs outright.

“It’s not even that cold today, I don’t know why I put that on over this shirt.” He plucks at the thick Henley his mom had bought last Christmas. “Not like I can let you go without a layer, not when it’s my fault anyway.”

Bitty looks up with the same fond expression he wore when he’d stood covered in his and Jack’s coffees, but is interrupted by Nursey rushing past and calling out to them.

“’Sup you two? Out for a constitutional on this beautiful wintry day?”

He turns and starts to walk backwards as he passes them.

“Jack got me all soaked in coffee a minute ago, so now he’s buying me one to say sorry!”

Nursey smiles and winks at them, not waiting to hear more. He runs smack into a group of girls who all scramble to help him up.

Jack and Bitty laugh and start walking again. Jack is only aware of Bitty’s hand curled into his elbow when it’s hastily tugged away again. Where even months ago Jack might have not understood the aborted gesture, now he slings an arm around Bitty’s neck and rocks him into his side.

They’re coming right up to the door of Annie’s anyway but it’s nice to feel Bitty relax into him. After holding the door open for him, Jack doesn’t put his arm back but tries to keep the comfortable closeness between them.

“It’s kinda crowded today. Go grab us that table in the corner under the heating vent, eh?”

Jack is glad Bitty’s stopped trying to pay for himself most of the time, especially since none of the other guys mind Mr. Moneybags picking up the tab.

He thinks about how easy things have become with Bittle this year; what a warm part of the Haus family he’s become.

He carries his black coffee and a giant minty sweet drink to where Bittle is sitting with his hat and mittens still on, hands together on the table and eyes on his drink as it’s set down in front of him.

“What?” he asks with jokey trepidation when he catches Jack smiling at him. It comes out more like ‘whu-ut’ and Jack smiles even wider.

“Nothing. I just realised if I used pictures of you in oversized winter clothes as my entire photography project this year, I’d pass without any critique at all.”

Bitty ducks his head and giggles, fluffing his hair as he pulls the hat off and throwing each of his mittens at Jack’s chest as he removes them.

“Shush! You know it’s those sunlit geese that’re gonna get the class excited, just you watch! Now, let’s finally look at those pictures you wanted to show me before you drowned me.”

Jack scoots closer so their chair legs are touching and turns on his camera, settling in for a good while. The photography class is worth it just for how much fun Bitty has commenting on each photo Jack takes, even the ones where he got the exposure or focus wildly wrong.

“No, it’s interesting! Nice artistic choice for you to focus on the angry old guy pickin’ up dog doodoo in the background rather than the actual dog running over to you!”

“I just love the way you managed to make me look as pale as you using this oh-so-fascinating lighting technique!”

They’re having such a good time that the sight of a handsome stranger at the pick-up counter staring in their direction makes Jack automatically frown. It makes the guy look away for a moment but Jack catches him looking back twice. Back at Bitty.

No. Keep moving.

Jack almost jumps when Bitty flops against his shoulder laughing at all the pictures of geese. Jack slips an arm around him to hold him tight. When he looks up, the guy is smiling shyly and walking out the door.

Immediately Jack feels guilty. He knows he can be a jealous friend. It’s just that none of the people in his life ever let him get away with it.

Here is Bitty though, cheerfully wherever Jack wants him to be, whenever Jack wants him. Hell, he’d even been like that back when Jack was being the prize asshole he was when the kid was a frog.

He can’t actually think of a time Bittle had ever said no to anything Jack asked. Including squaring up to a defensemen twice his size with disastrous results.

Jack jumps when he looks down at Bitty staring up at him, sat upright on his own chair again.

“Where do you go when you do that, Mr. Zimmermann?”

A look of sadness must pass over his face then because it’s mirrored on Bitty’s just as quickly.

“Eh, Bittle…”

Bitty waits patiently, big brown eyes full of emotion and hope.

“I’m not, uh… I’m not compromising your time, am I?”

At Bittle’s confused expression, he clarifies. “You know you don’t have to join me whenever I ask you to go somewhere or hang out, right? I know you’ve got a thing for taking care of people but you don’t really seem to make any time outside all of us—“

He’s stopped by a surprisingly frantic Bitty, clutching Jack’s forearm and looking… close to tears?

“Jack,” he finally gets out. “Do not ever think that. I don’t… you have no idea. You just. Oh lord!”

He ducks back down onto Jack’s shoulder again, this time shaking his head.

“Aw c’mon don’t smile at me like that! I’m tryin’ to say… humph… that I wouldn’t wanna spend my days in college with anyone else but y’all.”

Bitty sits up straight again and snuffles ruefully. “If you’da told me two years ago I’d be hangin’ out every day with someone like you, I’d think it was too good to be true.”

“Bits…”

“No, no, don’t worry like that. I know you boys love me too, even if you don’t cry every time you mention it.”

Jack makes a ridiculous pouty face just to see Bittle laugh and his eyes clear again.

“Okay, bud. Just wanted to make sure.”

He hasn’t done his duty and he knows it, but the out Bitty gives him feels way too easy.

Bitty wipes at his cheeks with the sleeve of Jack’s hoodie.

“Mmmm so sooooft!” Bits coos, now petting his own face against it.

Jack has to hide his ridiculous smile inside his coffee cup. There’s no point pretending anymore: Bitty is that brand of unbearably cute that websites make lists about.

“You know you should just keep that,” he marks the way Bitty’s whole face lights up in a glow. “It’s gotten kinda small on me and I’ve got two more at home I haven’t worn yet. I know you like those sort of soft, worn-in type clothes.”

“Really! Jack, that’s so sweet!”

He actually hugs the hoodie around himself with both arms. “I do love some well-loved clothes, they feel like I’m gettin’ a cuddle all day long.”

Jack is absolutely dying to squeeze him. He can see now why Holster and Shitty love kissing Bitty on the cheeks. He looks like a bunny. It almost hurts.

Instead, he binks Bitty’s nose on the side with one finger and just like clockwork, Bitty sneezes and gets “mad” at him until Jack buys him a candy cane bar.

#zimbits fic #zimbits fanfiction #check please fanfiction #fluff #my fic

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captainschmoe · 7 years ago

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I Will Survive [Beta] - Chapter 7: No More

[A/N: This is the point in the story where I start to realize that I, at best, barely know what I’m doing. Go me?]

[Summary: In which literally every one of Sean’s friends makes an announcement, then there’s a nightmare.]

[Previous - Next]

Sean didn’t feel any kind of intro would be an appropriate one, so he just cut to the chase. “So, there’s been something really freaky going on, and... I didn’t want to talk about it with you guys at first. But now it’s reached... It’s come to a point where I’d just be endangering all you guys if I didn’t talk about it. So... here’s the deal...”

“So over on Jacksepticeye’s channel, he made this character called ‘Antisepticeye.’ He’s basically this evil- He’s literally this evil demonic thing that lives inside him. Eh, heheh...” Felix gave a nervous chuckle at how stupid that sounded. “But, like, if you heard the news recently about that girl in Oregon who was turned to stone, that’s Anti. That was him.”

“Because that happened to me, too. Here, let me show you my phone real quick...” Mark scrolled through the messages, finding the photo that was sent to Jack. He held it up to the camera for everyone to see. “So this is a text I sent to Jack. I didn’t actually send it, but it’s there. That’s my dead, stone body on the ground. That exact thing happened to me. Now I did manage to get out of that situation, and I would tell you guys how you can get out of there, too...”

“...but as you probably know from the news story, that girl didn’t come back like Jack and Mark did. And it’s the-” Marzia hiccuped in incoming sadness. She tried to swallow down the lump in her throat. “It’s the same with his girlfriend, Signe - Wiishu. She’s gone, too, and she hasn’t come back.”

“And it’s terrifying. I mean, I’m proud of Jack for actually being able to hold it together as well as he is, and being able to talk about this, ‘cause... If I had to watch something like that happen to Mary, or Layla...” Ken sighed, gritting his teeth. “Think I’d lose my goddamn mind.”

“I don’t know what’s next. Or who’s next. I don’t think Jack knows, either.” A moment of silence in the black as Cry attempted to gather some thoughts. “I’m just at a complete loss for words right now. I’m just...” He sniffed. “I want nothing more than for them to come back and for everyone to be happy again.”

“It’s obviously possible for them to come back, if Mark and Jack could come back,” Amy said. “I believe we can get Signe back. I believe Alyssa’s family can get her back. I don’t really want to think about the possibility that they might not, but I guess...” She drifted off. “What can I do?”

“I mean, if there’s anything I can do that would bring them back, anything at all, I will absolutely do it. I’m scared, I’ll admit it.” Bob gazed off-camera towards the ground for a moment. “I just really want to be there for Jack, because it’s the right thing to do, and because I want to, and because I know he’d do the same for me if I was in that situation.”

“We just want Jack to know that he’s not alone in all this. Jack, if you’re watching this... You’l never be alone. You’ve got us, you’ve got all your other friends, you’ve got your community-”

“Yeah, we’ve always got your back!” Dan piped up.

“Always.”

“It’s ‘cause we love him.”

“Yeah.” Arin chuckled. Sappy, but true.

Wade shrugged and rubbed his eyes. “...eh, I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point. Like, I know everything’s so cheesy and cliched, but it’s true. It’s really true. And I really want to put my effort first and foremost into helping him. The videos can wait.”

“So Jack and I will obviously not be making any more videos for the time being. I’m really sorry, but I’m sure you guys understand? This is all very overwhelming, as I said.” Well, no shit, Robin. “I’ve said this probably a dozen times in this video already, ut it’s really important to me to be there for him, and try and help him... not lose his sanity, I guess?”

“And I know all you guys will be there with him, too. Like one big supportive family!” Ethan grinned. “So yeah. That’s about all I have to say about it, I don’t really know how else to end this video, so I’ll leave you with- oh.” His eyes widened and pointed off-camera somewhere, and his hand came up to his stomach. “Uh... Guys? I’m feeling kinda-”

The screen cut to black. Static sounds filled the speakers, growing in intensity and even ignoring any efforts to turn down the volume. Eardrums felt shattered. And then came the silence, broken only by the sound of Anti introducing himself.

“Sorry to say, h͝e͢'͘ş ģone.”

A still image, covered in wavering glitch effects, of Ethan’s petrified body lying on the floor replaced the black, with Anti’s disembodied voice narrating over it.

“Slowly but surely, I build my community. - Right under your nose t̡ḩiş ͢whole̢ t̢i̛me! - Oh, poor little Ethan... I di͠dn͟'͠t want͠ to do this. - I d͟es̸er͜ve better! - I nev̡e͟ŗ wa͠nted to do this. And yet you! - N̶ev̸er e҉v͜en͜ kne̸w͝... - You’re the ones who d͟r̡o̸ve me͟ this far!

“And here you were all wor̴ried about Jack’s ot͞h͘e͏r͡ ͟e̡gos...” Anti snarled at the word. “Well, don’t fret now. They’re aaalll safe and sound... with͝ ̷m͏e.” A giggle rang through. “I’m sure your be̢lovéd͜ 'blue boi’ will enjoy the c̸o͜m̷pany, too... - And his f̸ri͡end͜s.”

The screen cut to black again, and in typical Anti fashion, he gave one last one-liner:

“Oh, S͢͞ea̛ǹ̶͝... If you only knew...”

I want to be as happy as I used to make Them.

“I blame Mark,” Felix said, sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over with his head in his hands. “If I die, it’s all his fault.”

“You’re not gonna die, you drama queen,” Sean retorted. “I survived. I’m still surviving. Look at me.” He, too, felt the worst headache and tinnitus he could have ever imagined. He was honestly surprised that he could ever hear Felix at all, let alone normally.

“Still blaming him for this massive migraine.” He put on his best - honestly, worst - Markiplier deep voice. “‘Hey, Jack, Felix, go watch Ethan, it’ll blow your fuckin’ minds!’ Yeah, sure. My mind wants to be blown, all right. ...Goddammit.”

Sean snorted at the unfortunate word choice.

“Shut up! You know what I meant! My head’s gonna explode!” Felix lay down, curling up into a fetal position. “I’m just gonna lay here and hopefully either get better or more likely die.”

Sean sarcastically rubbed his back. “There, there, poor baby.”

“Everything’s spinning. Your voice is echoing. Tell my family I love them.”

Oh, yeah, he never did tell anyone else about Echo yet, did he?

“Hey, Felix?”

“Yeah? You wanna say your last goodbye?”

“No, something else. It’s gonna sound kind of stupid.”

“I’ll take a stupid eulogy.” Felix twisted around to face him. “Go for it.”

Sean rolled his eyes and leaned back against the headboard. He sighed. “So the last two nights I was visited by this... person, I guess? In my sleep. They don’t have a visible body, it’s just a voice, but we’ve been talking. They seem nice, they’re called Echo.” Felix nodded, continuing to listen. Hadn’t made fun of him yet. Well, it wouldn’t be the most ridiculous thing to have been told in the last couple of days. “They told me they want me to kill Anti.”

Felix narrowed his eyes. “Well, no shit, I hope so.”

“I don’t know how, though. I don’t even know if this Anti, like, follows the rules I made for him, or if he’s different somehow. I don’t know how to get rid of him, or how to undo everything he’s done...”

“Well, are you gonna see Echo again tonight? Maybe you can ask them.”

“Hopefully.” If I can sleep. He wasn’t so sure having a stone Signe in the house would do any good for his ability to get some shut-eye.

Felix seemed to catch on to Sean’s distant staring, as he reached out to his back and gave it a series of light taps in an awkward attempt at comfort; he didn’t even properly meet Sean’s eyes until he pulled his arm away. Still a nice gesture on his part, one that put the briefest and subtlest of smiles on Sean’s face. He added, “You can have Edgar and Maya sleep with you if that helps.”

“Nah, I move too much in my sleep. I’d probably crush them.”

“They don’t have to be in bed with you. We can put their little beds over there.” He pointed to a spot a few feet away from them.

“Mm, I guess that works. Thanks, Felix.”

“No problem.”

“You gonna be alright?”

“Eh, I’m feeling a little less shitty. Still gonna lay here for a bit if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, go ahead.” Sean pulled the blanket over him before leaving him alone, intending for it as a silly little “there, there, poor baby” joke, though Felix seemed to genuinely take it for what it was. Despite never showing it well to anyone aside from Marzia and the dogs, Sean knew he was a softie deep down. Maybe he’ll just leave him here and take the guest room himself.

A whole bunch of them!

Anti could practically taste infection in the group of teenagers - all of them! - down by the lakeside. What a convenient little haul; he could just drown them without the need to fool around infecting them first, and without any leftover kids screaming for help. Not that screaming would do them much good. What was the help going to do? Exorcise them back to life? Please. All screaming would accomplish for them would be to piss him off more. God, he hated screaming.

It hurt seeing their faces turn from confusion to awe to horror as they watched their idol - who should have been nowhere near their location - become who he really was. But it was a hurt Anti was willing to put up with if it would lead to his ultimate end goal. Besides, if he hadn’t before, he definitely crossed the event horizon now. He already went too far down this rotten path - might as well embrace it.

Ah. And the spontaneous conversion of another he’d met and spread his plague to recently, judging by the small, pleasant tingling he felt coursing through his nerves. Better get back home and guide all of his new citizens to the hub before anyone realized his host was missing.

“Echo?”

“Sean!” Echo sounded panicked.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s getting worse. Anti’s...” They were sobbing, hiccups interrupting them. “Anti’s just getting more and more people, and he’s infecting more people, and they’re dying, and-”

“Okay, settle down, little buddy.” Sean instinctively reached outward in front of himself, feeling a bit stupid when there was no person, no body in front of him to touch and comfort. “Listen, we can get through this. Right? You seem to know a lot about Anti, right? Can you tell me how we can stop him?”

Echo sniffed. “You ju- You just need to work with the community and Robin and promise that you’re not going to acknowledge his existence anymore.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s why he exists. You made him, you can destroy him. I can’t.”

“Well...” Jeez, destroy him? That’s a... strong word choice. “Isn’t there another way we can beat him without ‘destroying’ him?”

“You think he deserves to live?”

Sean bit his lip. “I mean, I understand where you’re coming from, but I’d really rather not...” No more Antisepticeye ever again? Like, ever? They could never talk about him ever again? And he’d be permanently dead? They literally have to murder someone who has a mind of his own now? Sure, Sean got it. He’s done horrible things. Emotions are high. Shit’s scary. But was that really the most effective solution? The more Echo demanded Anti’s death, the more Sean’s brain wanted to resist. He didn’t want to accept murder as the first solution, even against someone like Anti. There had to be another way. There just had to be. “...I’d rather not just outright kill him if I don’t absolutely have to.”

“Well, you absolutely have to,” Echo replied rather coldly. “He will not stop otherwise.”

“Well, what about Signe and Ethan-”

“I’ll make sure you get all your friends back!” Echo started panicking and shouting again. “Just trust me! Sean? Sean!”

“What’s wro- aah!”

"Stay with me!”

Sean fell. How and where, he didn’t know, but he fell.

“Sean!”

The dusty, cobwebby back corner of the closet I get shoved in is the most empty and lonely place in this universe.

All of his friends are surrounding him, glaring at him. Gazes of anger, disappointment, and despair - a clear indication that they aren’t his friends anymore. There are a few spaces in the semicircle they’ve formed around him, and a few faces he looks for but doesn’t see - Signe, Ethan, Mark...

He knows where they are.

A strange yet familiar dark figure walks past him from behind, walking the semicircle and scanning its members. They stop at Felix. “This one,” they say, grabbing him by the shoulder, conjuring a shadowy set of handcuffs and locking his wrists behind his back, and walking him to Sean. Felix says nothing, nor does he even resist. He looks at Sean with eyes pleading for him not to harm him. Sean wishes he could oblige.

“Let’s go,” says the dark figure. They lead Sean and Felix up a series of staircases through a set of double doors behind them. They’re a sterile white with black railings, and the occasional smattering of worn paint and rust providing the only iota of color. They go up past the first floor. Second. Third. They never stop at any of the landings. How high does it go again? Sean looks up and tries to see, but the figure and Felix are leaving him behind. Too many for his poor legs. Pant, pant.

Finally, after far too many landings, they reach their floor. Seven flights, he’d counted. Right. Sean’s legs are rock-hard, compressed, aching, searing. It’s a miracle they didn’t crumble away into a dozen pieces each yet. There is a door with a shiny black lock, which the figure opens using their own finger as the key.

Inside are Signe, Mark, and Ethan, who, upon seeing the three of them enter, immediately line up in a row in front of Sean - Mark visibly struggling and stumbling to do so - dropping to their knees and gazing up at him with weariness that pangs his heart. Dribbling maroon wounds dot their bodies.

And now it’s Felix’s turn to join them. The figure shoves him to the ground, and turns to Sean with shining white eyes - no visible face - expecting him to make his move. Felix struggles to stand up on his knees, the handcuffs holding him down. No one helps him.

Only now does Sean think to look down at his hands. Long black nails dripping ichor replace his nails. His skin is marred with scars of varying degrees of freshness, some deep red, others stark white. Spots of blood stain his chest.

He doesn’t need any more information.

“Give ‘em a good smack,” the figure requests. “Hard as you can.” Their eyes narrow, and are practically targeting Sean like lasers. There’s a price to pay for defiance. Sean must obey.

He makes it quick. Doesn’t even look at his face as he does it. Felix winces and grunts as the cuts rip across his cheek. Trying to keep his cool. But there’s so many more waiting in line after him...

Next is Ethan, who already has a line of four puncture wounds in his throat and is bracing for impact. He still yelps as Sean rakes his face. Sean cringes, too. That yelp makes it so much worse. What did Ethan do? What did any of them do to deserve this?

Then Signe. She, too, has punctures in her throat, as well as a large blood splotch on her stomach. There are tears welling in her eyes.

He hesitates.

“Go!” booms the figures voice.

Smack.

Oh God, why did I do that? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh God, she’s crying...

Okay. There’s just one more. Mark. Scarred with punctures and a stomach wound. There’s another one, he remembered. From when he stabbed him from behind.

Ugh, Mark’s looking at him like he wants him flayed alive...

Just get it over with...

Mark flinches but doesn’t make a peep, seeming used to this by now. He still glares at Sean. Not so much of active viciousness and aggression, but more that of a long-standing hatred ingrained in his soul.

I’m so sorry, guys...

The figure is drinking in the ecstasy released from the four of them. Their lack of a face makes it impossible for Sean to see how they truly feel watching him destroy the people he loves just for another hit. It’s the same reaction as before, despite Sean harming more people. The figure has been building as much a tolerance as a dependence. More, more, more, it’s never enough to satiate them for long. What happens when Sean goes through the whole crowd? Does he have to keep slashing everyone over and over again for the figure’s high? Or will even that fail to be enough? Is it even worth hurting them this much just so he can be fed and watered? Especially since Sean is going to die somewhere down the line anyway, no matter how well he’s being taken care of?

He doesn’t want to live like this anymore.

But he has no other options...

“That will be all.”

The figure disappears without a trace, leaving Sean alone with these people once so near and dear to him. They still are, he still loves and cares for them, but the feeling is hardly mutual. None of them want anything to do with him anymore. They’ve disowned him by now. The loneliness crushes his soul into dust and suffocates him with it.

Why me?

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