#if someone wants to write it o ahead but please tag me in the piece i would want to read it SO BAD

[marauderswolf22]

good omens au idea that sounds a little bit too canonical:

where crowley falls bc he and aziraphale were clearly in love and doing something about it, and heaven wanted to fall both of them but crowley begged only for him (azi doesn't know), and they completely washed off his memory and created a fake one only with bits of the actual one. aziraphale almost got over it (his memories were lil bit changed too), but he thougt that it was crowley's decision to end the things, whatever they were, between them.

so centuries went by and they were meeting more often with years, so they eventully become friends-enemies, with azi's feelings still in the back of his head, existing and growing, and crowley feeling that something isn't matching, kinda seeing the past but at the same time falling in love again. and after years of that crowley would be totally fucked, much deeper with feelings that "the first time" and aziraphale would reject him (AT FIRST) bc he thougt that it would be the same thing all over again

[kiribaku-queen]

Sexercise [18+]

TW: rough sex, multiple partners, overstimulation, oral sex, penetration, spanking, choking, hair pulling, smacking (face), fingering, bruising

Word count: 6.8K

Summary: When you go to a new gym for special workouts but you aren't getting your needs met. Your trainer is here to help, offering special sessions to help get both of your sexual frustrations out.

A/N: Okay, shit writing BUT just think about the concept. I took the liberty of writing this piece because I couldn't get it out of my head!! This collab was really fun to do! Although stressful, I would love to do it again! Check out all the other writer's work for this collab! They are all so talented and just W O W

Inspired by the Korean Webtoon: Sexercise! It's actually really good and I was so obsessed with it. Here's my version but with Bakugou <3

Also, sorry if I tag the trigger warnings wrong >< I'm so new to this!

You stepped out of the freshly, hot shower, carefully drying every inch of your body before putting on the exercise clothes the gym had provided you.

You know. You didn’t bring your own clothes and the gym gave you some to wear? Well, this isn’t your typical gym.

It all started when you saw their promotion flyer hidden behind many others on the bulletin board on your way home. You’ve been meaning to get back to the gym and this one looked promising. A new form of exercise that’ll make you come back for more? Curiosity got the best of you and you headed to the gym to check it out.

Upon arriving, it looked like a regular gym. They had all the necessary equipment that you see in any gym. What’s so special about this gym? And what ‘new form’ of exercise were they talking about, you asked yourself.

“Hi, are you new here?” you hear a voice from behind you. You spun around to see a beautiful, fit woman greet you.

“Ah, yes I’m actually looking to sign up for that new form of exercise written on this flyer,” you explained, showing the lady the flyer you picked up. She grabbed it from you, shocked and disbelief written all over her face.

“Who the fuck did this?” she grumbled under her breath. But she did it right in front of you so you heard everything she said. She didn’t sound too happy, by the way her eyebrows crunched in rage. Her reaction made you back away, feeling uncomfortable. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to come to this gym after all. The lady noticed how you were shifting in your stance and cleared her throat, fixing her posture to look professional.

“Sorry if I scared you,” she laughed embarrassedly. “We just don’t promote this gym very much so it was a surprise to see this flyer. I’m guessing you’re not familiar with the workouts we do here?”

“Uhm, not really,” you say shyly. She looks you up and down and thinks for a moment. Then, she goes behind her desk and pulls out this thick contract.

“Well, before we get started, I’m going to need you to sign this nondisclosure agreement and fill out your personal information here. After all this is completed, I can take you around for a tour!” she exclaimed. You were a bit reluctant to even sign this and was about to walk out the door. What kind of gym is this that you need to sign an NDA? But it couldn’t hurt right?

When you signed the last line of that NDA form, she took you on your tour right away. And that’s when you found out the through about this gym.

“Ah, fuck~!”

“HNGH, hah!”

“Good, I wanna see 10 more reps.”

This gym helps their members enjoy working out through the pleasure of sex.

So here you were, stretching your muscles out in your assigned room for your first session. You felt that familiar feeling at the bottom of your stomach due to nervousness and excitement. You’ve always loved having sex. Having multiple partners? Eh, not so much. But you’ve been single for way too long and it’s been a while since you’ve had a good sex experience. Plus, you’ve been meaning to start exercising again so this was such a perfect gym for you. You’re just hoping that it’ll meet your expectations.

You heard two voices coming in your direction. A muscular man with dark green hair and similar clothes to what you were wearing and an angry, blondie with a trainer outfit on were entering the room, chatting away like they knew each other.

“(y/n)?” the blonde one spoke up.

“Ah, yes. That’s me,” you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and reached out your hand to shake the trainer’s hand.

“Bakugou. I’ll be your trainer today,” he introduced himself. His palm in yours felt so heavy andstrong. He gripped your hand firmly, but only for a second and let go, his presence leaving you empty. Who knew that someone could have that kind of effect on you. You wanted so badly to take his large hands and have them roam all around your bod- You shook your head out of these naughty thoughts. What were you thinking? Sure, you were having sex but this was your workout, not some hookup. Plus, he’s your trainer. He’s not the one you were going to have sex with. It was that handsome hunk beside him.

“Introduce yourself,” Bakugou nudged the man. The green-haired man gave you a shy smile and a small wave.

“Midoriya Izuku. Most people call me Deku, but you can call me by what makes you most comfortable,” Deku says. You smile. His personality and demeanor reminded you of a puppy. But not a small puppy. He was more like a Great Dane: sweet but large in size. Looking at both of them now, they were both very muscular, almost towering over your small figure. You looked over at your trainer who was writing something down on his clipboard. Now he was very attractive. He’s got the face, the voice, the body. God, he was your type. Your partner was also good looking. No matter how much you wanted to have this session with someone else, your partner will do for now. With a build like that, you were sure you were going to enjoy this sex session.

“Alright, (y/n). Since this is your first time here, I’ll run over the basics. Before every session, each partner will give the other a massage to loosen up. If you could lay on the mat, please,” he instructs, pointing over to the mat that was laying on the floor.

You nodded in understand, laying on your stomach and resting your chin on your arms. Deku comes up behind you, sitting on top of the back of your legs. You jump in surprise, but Deku hushes you and gently pushes you back down.

“I’ll make you feel good, don’t worry,” he leans down to whisper in your ear.

Deku starts his massage by pressing both of his thumbs in the middle of your back, going up your spine. You almost let out a moan of pleasure from how good you felt. His large hands felt amazing on your back. Damn, forget about the sex. You’ll gladly be content with this. His hands skillfully rubbed your entire back, switching between a firm and soft pressure. You definitely felt relaxed and comfortable now. So this is why they start off every session with a massage. You were about to fully succumb to his touch, that is, until your trainer interrupted you.

“Okay, you can switch now. Sir, please lay on your stomach,” he instructed. Ah, right. You were still being talked through everything by Mr. Grumpy Pants here. Deku was used to this, so he laid down and you were the one to get on top now.

You started your massage off slow. Your touch was soft and gently, trying to touch every part of his body and get him to relax as much as possible. You tried copying a few of his moves, improvising here and there. So far, so good. You could feel Deku’s muscles loosen under you and he sighed in satisfaction.

“Alright, sir. Now I’m gonna have you lay on your back. Ma’am, go ahead and massage his chest,” Bakugou instructed. Swiftly and skillfully, Deku maneuvered his body around so that you were straddling his waist from the front.

“Oh!” you made a sound of surprise. You could have gotten up and let him take his time turning around, but he had his own plans. You could tell he’s done this many times before.

You were shy about giving him the massage at first. It’s not the first time you’ve touched a man’s chest, but it was your first time giving a massage with the man looking at you with such intense eyes. Deku’s hands were crossed behind his head, enjoying the show he was given. His eyes never left yours for a second, making sure he mapped every inch, every curve of your body and imprinted in his brain. You didn’t know where to look. While he was staring at with you eyes of lust, you were looking anywhere else but him; his chest, the floor, your hands. How could you concentrate when he’s looking at you like that?

You couldn’t help but shift in your position to get more comfortable, but in doing so, you sat right on his crotch. A bolt of electricity shot through your body when you felt his hard on growing larger with each passing second. It took you everything in your power not to moan right then and there. You didn’t want to look desperate so soon in the session. But Deku was making it so hard. Bakugou looked up from his clipboard to see a very obvious tent in the male’s pants.

“Hard already? It’s only the beginning of the massage,” Bakugou pointed out. Deku smirks and puts one hand on your thigh, caressing firmly.

“What can I say? She’s a beautiful girl,” Deku compliments. Bakugou doesn’t respond to his comment and instead, instructs him to do something else.

“Sir, please massage her breasts in this position,” Bakugou says. Without hesitation, Deku gropes your breasts with his massive hands. Every time he squeezed a bit too tightly, every time he readjusts his pose, it was all driving you mad. The heat between your thighs was telling you that you wanted, needed, to be touched. You bit your lips to stop another moan from coming out. Deku takes notice of your small action and decides, with a devilish smirk, to take matters into his own hands. He grabs a hold of your waist and juts his hips upwards so that his boner rubbed against your sopping, wet cunt. With so much force he put into that thrust, your body got pushed forward, allowing Deku to grab your breasts even more tightly. Finally, that long awaited moan escapes your lips.

“There we go,” Deku whispers, continuing his movements. You closed your eyes, enjoying the friction he was supplying you with. But before anything could get too heated, Bakugou, once again, interrupts.

“You probably already know what to do but I’ll explain just in case,” Bakugou starts, putting down his clipboard and goes to the draw that was sitting on the side. He brings out a bottle of oil and kneels behind you. “May I?” he asks while pointing to your top.

“Ah, yes,” you softly say. With his rough, calloused hands, he rakes his fingers up your side before removing your top. Your breasts spill out with a flop, making Deku’s eyes widen in thirst. Bakugou disregards his reaction, continues to put oil on his hands and starts to massage your breasts.

“Be careful when massaging women’s breasts. You don’t want to be too rough that it hurts or too soft that she can’t feel anything. The closer you get to the nipple, the more sensitive she is so be careful when touching them,” Bakugou explains. Like a pro, he starts to play around and twists your sensitive nipples. But just like in his explanation, he used different pressures in different areas to give you the ultimate pleasure. You moan in ecstasy, allowing yourself to submit to his touch. The back of your head landed on his shoulder and you just laid it there while he played with your breasts. Bakugou chuckled softly in your ear and gently pushed you up.

“Okay, give it a try,” he was addressing Deku. Deku nodded with excitement, eager to continue the session. Bakugou guides you to your partner, but his touch lingered on your back for a second too long. You looked back at your trainer and made eye contact with those fiery, crimson eyes. But your attention was stolen by the green-haired man under you. Deku had this talk to many times before that he goes right in to touch your soft, naked tits. It doesn’t take long for his tongue to find its way to your nipple. His wet tongue sliding against your sensitive buds excited you and only made you want more. You started griding your hips downwards to meet his upwards thrusts.

Very quickly, the chemistry between you two started getting more heated. Clothes were coming off one by one. Deku moves so that he is sitting up while you straddle. You cupped his face and brought him in for a kiss. As you guys were making out, you pull his shirt up to reveal part of his abs. At first, you just wanted to tease and feel his body but your horniess was off the charts and just touching caused you to want more of him.

For a moment, Izuku separates from you to take his shirt off and then his lips are right back on yours. Then he leans you back so you’re laying on your back and he’s leaning over you. He quickly disposes of his clothes and then rips your pants off. He sees that you’re already so wet and don’t need prepping. Neither does Deku apparently. When you looked down, he dick was so erect that precum was already leaking out.

Deku leans over you, panting slightly from your make out session, and lines his dick up with your entrance while pumping it a few times. Before he’s right about to stick it in, Bakugou slaps the back of his head. A now agitated Deku springs up, but before he could say anything, Bakugou just throws a condom at him.

“Slow down. Don’t forget that this is an exercise session. Now I want to see 50 reps,” Bakugou scolded.

“Fuckin hell,” he complains. He looks back at you and smirks. “Ready?” You nod eagerly wanting more than anything to just be fucked right now.

Deku slides his throbbing cock inside your long awaited pussy and you swear you could see stars. The stretch from his thick, veiny dick felt so amazing that your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Deku stayed still to let you adjust to his size. The feeling of being stuffed by a fat cock, and by a handsome guy at that, is already making your pussy clench tightly around him.

Deku lets out a sigh of pleasure and starts thrusting. The numbing feeling caused all his hairs to stand on end.

God, when he put his dick in, man did it feel good. But as soon as he started fucking you, you didn’t feel fully… satisfied. The initial stretch was the best feeling you’ve had yet. For some reason, the sex didn’t feel as good as you wanted it to be. Maybe you were too into your head? Maybe you just had to relax and just have a good time. But that was hard to do when your partner was whispering the countdown to himself.

There was no doubt that Izuku was enjoying his time with you, but he was so concentrated on the 50 reps that he wasn’t thinking about making you feel good. He thrusted inside you, not taking into consideration of where inside you he was hitting. Heat rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment. This wasn’t what you had in mind for your first session. You felt bad that you weren’t enjoying it, but you didn’t want to show it. With each snap of his hips, you forced out a moan to make it believe that you were having a good time. Every now and then, you’d let out a bigger, more convincing moan to change it up a bit.

This sucks. What’s the different between this and having sex with some stranger after a night out? They both can’t hit the right spot. He isn’t even going the speed you want him to. You wanted to be pounded into. You wanted him to fuck you so hard and so rough that you can’t walk the next morning. You wanted him to leave dark bruises all over your body but he wasn’t giving it to you.

You started getting bored midway through his reps and opened your eyes to look around the room. Maybe you could entertain yourself some other way while Deku was having his fun. You happened to look at your trainer who was looking at his own clipboard. He wasn’t even paying attention to you guys at all. He was writing down notes. What was he really writing though? Bakugou glanced away from his notes and made eye contact with you for a quick second. It was only for a second but it was enough to make you feel embarrassed that you got caught. You immediately closed your eyes to pretend that that small little eye contact didn’t happen.

“…48…49….50!” Izuku finally finished, giving you a nice, deep, hard thrust to finish it all off. That was good, but not enough. You eventually got fed up and flipped him over so that now you were on top. You were going to ride him until you were satisfied and full. But before you could lower yourself onto him, Deku holds your shoulders to stop you. He became a little flustered that you decided to take control because this wasn’t a part of the session. He looked at Bakugou for approval and he sighed, but eventually nodded his head.

“We can change it up,” Bakugou allowed. “But, (y/n). Now I want to see 50 reps from you.” He instructed.

“Yes sir,” you replied quickly. You just wanted him inside you, you didn’t have time for this chit-chat. So slowly but surely, you lowered yourself onto his dick, gasping the way he filled you up. You were able to fully sit, his dick disappearing completely inside you. The tip finally hit you where you wanted. Using your heels as leverage, you moved in the way you wanted. You made sure that pull all the way out before slamming into his dick again, loving the way he just fills you up. You loved how you were in control, shaking your ass up and down, hearing your sloppy cunt slap against his skin, how wet it must be down there.

God, but you wanted more. You guided Deku’s hands to grab your ass but all he does it grab onto it. Maybe a squeeze here and there. He was so entranced in the sex, his head was tilted back with his eyes shut closed, constant moans escaped his mouth. He loved the feeling of your pussy clenched around him to even think about anything. But you bit your lip in frustration. You didn’t want his hands just laying on you. You wanted him smack it with as much force as he could. He could put those muscles to use and man handle you a little. But you were here to fend for yourself. A visible pout was permanent on your lips but your partner wasn’t able to see it because he was enjoying himself below you.

But your trainer did. Bakugou was paying close attention to you. From the moment Izuku’s cock entered you to your little pout, he noted every movement and every expression you made. He raised an eyebrow, noting that small action and saving it for later.

Deku’s moans were growing louder and more inconsistent. He bucked his hips up, trying to be in motion with you but was getting sloppier by the second. It soon became too much for him and hot, white cum exploded inside the condom.

“Fuuuuck,” Izuku let out one last breath and flopped his arm out in exhaustion. He took a minute to catch his breath while you were getting off him and already started cleaning yourself up. Dammit, you didn’t even cum.

You were gathering your belongings, meanwhile, Izuku was chatting it up with Bakugou again. Before he leaves, Izuku comes up to you, places a hand on your lower back and gave you a genuine smile.

“Thanks for the amazing session,” he said. You gave him your best, fakest smile.

“Back at ya,” you reply. Your smile dropped the moment you turned around and you sighed in annoyance. You hated to think that you’d have to go home to finish yourself off but it looks like that’s exactly what you were going to have to do. Bakugou came up behind you and cleared his throat, causing you to jump in place.

“How was your first session?” he asked. You took a sip of your water to give it a bit of thought. Was this a fun experience? Oh, most definitely. Would you do it again? Probably. Did you cum? Hard no.

“It was good,” you lied. The experience was definitely new and refreshing but the sex was so mediocre that it was almost a little boring. But you couldn’t tell your trainer that. So you gave a sweet smile and picked up your bag. “I’ll see you at the next session!”

But the next session felt exactly the same as the first. You had a different partner this time. A big, scruffy dude with semi-long red hair that was pulled in a ponytail. He was just as built as Izuku, if not bigger. He had the cutest and sweetest personality. And just seeing him, you’d think this cute puppy would turn into a hungry wolf but you were wrong. As per usual.

Bakugou had made you kneel on this couch that he had provided. Kirishima was fucking you from behind but not hitting any of the right spots. His large hands were placed on your hips but they were glued there and he wasn’t touching you anywhere else.

Again, you faked your moans to mask the image of you not having a good time. Though, when you peeked behind you to get a look at your partner, he was in pure bliss. Eyes closed, mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, sweat trickling down his forehead. Damn, was it a sexy sight. At least he was having a fun time.

Every now and then, your mind would wander. It could be many things: you could think about what you were going to eat for dinner, or what your partner was like in bed with a lover, or if you forgot to turn the light off in your bathroom. Oh shit, what were you doing again? You opened one eye and Kirishima was focused solely on slamming his dick in your vagina. Sighing, you had to remind yourself that this was meant for exercise, not for pleasure. Although, it would be nice if you could feel nice too once in a while. Exercise was the prime reason you signed up but like… you thought it would be a win-win situation.

Your mind continued to wander for the rest of the session until you mind was set on a certain trainer you have the hots for. You could see his muscles through his tight fitted shirt, making him look even more buff than he already was. He looked so strong, you could only imagine what having sex with him was like.

You could imagine it now; face twisted in pleasure as he pounds into mercilessly, just like how you want it. You could feel that familiar butterfly feeling in the pit of your stomach just thinking about it. But then, you thought that he must be like all the other men; only chasing their own high instead of pleasuring their partner.

Session after session was exactly the same. You can pleasure that dick, but he can’t even find the clit. But honestly, you were okay with it because at least you could exercise while doing your favorite sport.

You were wiping yourself up after one session, drinking from a bottled water as your trainer, Bakugou, comes up behind you.

“How was the session?” Bakugou asked after your partner has just left the room. You took another sip of water before answering.

“Mhm, it was okay,” you tried your best to sound positive. You thought your conversation was going to end there, like it always has but something in Bakugou decided to investigate a little further.

“How do you really feel?” he questions you, stepping a little closer and observing your facial features for any lies. “I could tell that you weren’t enjoying it. Off day?” You put your water bottle away, thinking of how to respond to him. Did you really want to tell him how you were really feeling? You didn’t want to seem like a freak to him. Did you really want to tell him how you like to be choked, so much so that you feel like you can’t breath. Or that you want someone to just spank you until there’s bruises because you love the idea of being marked. Or that you want to feel stuffed to the brim but still beg for more?

“I just like it a little rough,” you explained. Bakugou nods his head and hums in understanding.

“I thought they were going pretty rough on you,” he thought. But you just groaned and rolled your eyes.

“I guess, but I want more!” you exclaim, letting out an exasperated sigh. “This is why I have such a hard time with my sex life because every guy is too busy chasing after their own high that they forget that I need to feel good too. Not every guy is into rough sex. I know that. But I just want someone to blow my back out for once! Like not holding back and just fuck me until I’m in tears… but one can only dream, right?” you chuckled at the end. You didn’t mean to go on a tangent but fuck it, why not? He’s your trainer anyway. He’s supposed to know everything about you if he wants to tend to your needs. Bakugou just looks at you in silence. You take that as a sign to continue.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. This whole program is fun and I really love the idea but just once in a while, I want to have good sex, too,” you continued to open up to your trainer. You finally turned your head to get a look at his reaction to your rant and you saw those crimson getting closer and closer to you until you were right under him, looking up. Your heart skips a beat having him so close to you. You could smell his burnt vanilla caramel cologne, his scent filling all of your senses at once.

“Then would you like a private session?” he asks you in a whisper, his head tilted down at you. You were so mesmerized by him that you followed his every move.

“With who?” you asked.

“Me.” He responded in that sexy, raspy voice of his.

“When?”

“Now.” Bakugou pushes you against the cold mirror as a form of intimidation. Bakugou knows that he shouldn’t be doing this. Taking advantage of your weakness, suggesting private sessions when he’s strictly not allowed to, especially not on company’s time. It was wrong. But he’s had his eyes on you since the moment you walked in the gym for the very first time. And when you said what you said earlier, it was practically fate that you became one of his students.

The cold mirror touching your back sent you into shock, but the warmness of his body touching your chest made up for it all. He tilts your chin up so you could look in his half closed eyes full of lust. And then you couldn’t take it anymore.

You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for a hungry kiss. Your lips smashed together, causing your teeth to crash but you didn’t care. And neither did Bakugou because he was just as hungry as you, kissing you with the same amount of passion.

He wraps his arm your waist, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible at this point. With one swift handful of ass, he lifts you off your feet so that your legs were wrapped around his waist. The moment you became stable, Bakugou gives your ass a smack, making you jolt up.

“Mhm!” you made a surprised noise through the kiss but didn’t stop kissing him. God, you didn’t want to stop. When you came back down, you could feel his erection resting right on top of your clit. He carries you to one of the equipment stored in the room, a couch, while you grind on him, hopping to get more friction to stimulate your needs.

As soon as your back hit the couch, clothes were already being stripped off of you. There goes your shirt, then your sports bra. Finally, your pants. Last but not least, your lace panties that were already wet from your previous session are now even more soaked from his teasing. Wasting no time in discarding your panties, he pulls your waist I so that you’re laying flat on your back, your pussy right in his face I all of its glory.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me. I haven’t even done anything yet,” he says. You could feel his beath tickling your wet folds. He was so close yet so far. Just having his breath on you made your pussy clench over nothing. Bakugou puts his nose right on your clit, taking a good whiff of your after workout sex. God, it was intoxicating and he couldn’t wait to dig right in.

“Thank you for the food,” he says before completely devouring you. He took no time in exploring every fold, every inch of your pussy, eating you out like there was no tomorrow. He was rough around your entrance but soft and gentle around your clit. It was like light feather licks, barely touching you but sending you into sensory overload. When he got closer to your entrance, that’s when he started to get rough. Slurping and devouring your wetness, getting every last drop and leaving no leftovers.

Bakugou grabbed hold of your thighs, squeezing them and pulling your body even closer to his face so he could tongue fuck you. His tongue enters you, pushing its way through to get a better taste of your sweet cunt. At the same time, your mouth is hung open in pleasure, moans spilling out of your mouth and you couldn’t stop. Bakugou took this opportunity to stick three fingers in your mouth.

“Noisy bitch. Suck,” he commanded. And so you sucked on his fingers, like a little girl eating her lollipop. He only had three fingers in your mouth, but they were so thick that you couldn’t possibly put any more in. Yet you still covered his fingers in your thick saliva, making sure each finger was coated and wet enough so he could fuck you.

You looked up at him, purposefully making a sultry face, with your big, innocent eyes. You wanted to give him a small show, making sure that he was watching every move that you made. Your tongue found its way in between each finger, licking up and down, sucking each individual finger, and letting go with a loud ‘pop’. You got disappointed when Bakugou removed his hands from you mouth. But was pleasantly surprised when he stuck all three fingers in your throbbing cunt without warning. It’s not like you needed the prepping anyway when you were already soaking wet. Your back arched and chills ran down your spine. You didn’t know how this was possible, but the moment he entered his fingers, it was pure bliss. You already felt like you wanted to cum because he just managed to hit that magical spot in one go. You couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like when he fucks you with his fat cock.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I can feel you clenching around me,” Bakugou watched as he slides his fingers in and out of your slick folds. He gives you a minute to adjust before picking up the pace. Every thrust of his hand, he keeps getting deeper and is always right the perfect damn spot. It was driving you mad. He hasn’t even fucked you yet and you were already a moaning mess. You couldn’t even form any words, you were such in a trance. It wasn’t before long until you had that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. The feeling gradually and rapidly escalated. Bakugou could feel it too: the way your walls clenched around his fingers a little too tight, he knew you were going to cum anytime soon.

“Bakugou~” you whined, holding onto his forearms for dear life. You needed to prepare yourself for this one.

“Gonna cum, princess?” Bakugou teased. You couldn’t answer him. More like you weren’t able to hear his question because you were so focused on this intense feeling that was going to explode any minute. Bakugou took his free hand and pushed your legs up so that they were pressed against your chest. He, then, leaned on them so weren’t able to move or squirm out of his grasp. And he went even faster, the sound of your juices was sinful.

“AH!” you screamed, letting your orgasm take over and wash over you. You thought he would stop once you had your first orgasm but he wasn’t stopping. He continued his fast pace. You wanted to make him stop, the overstimulation was getting too much for you. You tried moving your legs but Bakugou’s grip on you was nailed down. You weren’t going anywhere. You just had to take it but it still felt so good. The moment you felt like it was all too much to handle, Bakugou took his fingers out. And they were covered in a thick, white consistency. If he spread his fingers out, your cum would string along each finger. Bakugou didn’t hesitate to lick it all off with one swipe of his tongue.

“On all fours,” he demanded, standing up while pumping his cock for you. You didn’t have to be asked twice. Despite the numb feeling in between your legs, you enthusiastically got on your hands and knees, ready to be penetrated by your trainer. Bakugou gave your ass a small smack before lining his cock in front of your entrance. That small smack was enough for you to have hearts in your eyes. You let out a small mewl of delight and Bakugou smirked.

“Yeah? You like it when I smack your ass?” Bakugou asked.

“I love when you smack my ass. Please spank me again,” you begged. Bakugou took his hand and gave you cheek another blow, this time harder than the last. Bakugou made sure to look for any change in your expression, careful not to hurt you. But you wanted more. You wanted him to hit your harder.

“Spank me harder, sir,” you pleaded, moving lower so that your ass was hanging in the air. You wiggled your butt, wanting more from the strong blonde. He smirks even bigger, almost animalistic like.

“That’s a good girl,” his voice became raspy and wasted no time in giving you a nice, hard smack to your right cheek. You cried out in a pleasurable pain. You smiled into your moans, drool starting to come out from the sides of your mouth. The sound of his hand making contact to your bare cheek was so loud that it could be heard from outside the closed room. Bakugou spanked you until your cheek was red and raw from his large hands. This. This was what you wanted. This is what you’ve been wanting for so long and you were finally going to get it.

Oh sweetie, the main course hasn’t even started yet. How could you feel this good when he hasn’t even fucked you yet? You could feel the tip of his dick teasing your entrance. You wanted to lean into him yourself, not wanting to wait any longer, but Bakugou had a strong hold on your hips. He gave his cock a few more pumps before slowly sliding his cock inside your ready, wet pussy.

You both moaned in sync at the feeling: his fat cock throbbing inside you and your tight pussy clenching around his cock. Bakugou started thrusting at a good pace. But just like how his fingers felt, he was hitting that sweet spot of yours perfectly. Every thrust was making you see stars.

“Mhm~ Bakugou, faster!” you whined in between moans. Bakugou grabs a fistful of hair before pulling you up so that your back was arched.

“Needy, aren’t we? And what if I say no?” Bakugou asked in your ear. You just whimpered, reaching behind you to grasp his waist and force him to go faster as you try to back into him at the same time. Bakugou didn’t like this too much. He let go out your hair and went straight to your neck, cutting off your air momentarily.

“Did I say you could do that?” he questioned through gritted teeth. You quickly shook your head.

“No, sir,” you barely managed to say due to your lack of oxygen. He gave you another squeeze before a few smacks to the cheek.

“There we go. Now let’s try that again. What if I say no?” he asks again. You bit your lip trying to come up with an answer. But it was hard to think with a hand was at your throat.

“Please! God, I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me, please!” you practically screamed.

“Good girl,” he said and let go of your neck. You gasped for air, coughing in the process but Bakugou didn’t allow you to fully recover. He pounded into you with no mercy. You couldn’t stop your ahego expression from happening, your tongue hung out and your eyes crossed.

He stopped pounding into you to slowly slide his cock fully out of you before slamming into you again. It felt heavenly but a naughty thought came to your mind. You were probably going to get punished for it later, but you were feeling rebellious in the moment. When he slide his cock out, before he could enter you again, you got up and pushed him on the couch. Midair, Bakugou sensed what you were doing. So instead of being victorious and pining him down, he flipped you so that you were pined against the couch, your hands pined above your head.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he gets close to you. You giggle and look away playfully.

“Not playing by the rules,” you laughed. Bakugou couldn’t help but break a smile as well.

“Naughty, naughty. I’ll show you who’s the dominant one,” he said and smashed his cock back inside you, not giving you time to breath or adjust to him in this new position.

You could feel another wave coming and it was fast approaching. Bakugou was being even more vocal now, huffing and groaning into your neck. His hips rutted into you sloppier each second and more frantic. He was getting close too.

You whined loudly, not being able to hold onto anything as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami so you arched your back and fumbled with your legs. The clenching of your walls caused Bakugou to reach his limit. He pulled out, spraying his cum all over your stomach and chest. His hot cum felt sticky on your skin. Despite being covered in his specimen, Bakugou pulled you close to his sweaty body, your foreheads resting together while you both catch your breath.

You entered the gym with a smile and a skip to your walk. You got a little surprised when you saw that your trainer and new partner were inside the room before you. Puffing out a cheek in disappointment, you scold yourself for not leaving earlier. You were always early to get a good stretch in. But as soon as you saw your handsome trainer, a smile came back to your face.

You rushed to his side, jumping into his arms and giving him a kiss on the lips.

“Hi, baby!” you greeted him. He smiles back at you.

“Ready for your session?” he asks and you just give him a lovey dovey smile and a nod.

“Ah, this is one of my good friends. He’ll be your partner for today,” Bakugou sets you down to introduce you to yet another partner. The two toned hair guy gives you a shy wave.

“Todoroki. You can call me Shouto,” he introduces himself. Aw, he seems really sweet. Shy, but hopefully he’s not like that in bed. Todoroki leads to you the mat on the floor to get your session started. You glanced back at your trainer and give him a wink. He shakes his head at you but you didn’t miss that smile he was trying to hide. Because you know that he was going to make up for this session later tonight.

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Take on the World; pt. 2

@browneyes528​ said: Hi I loved your Walking Dead fic "take on the world". May I please request a part 2 for "take on the world". I think it will be great to see them get together. I'm a huge Walking Dead fan.

Words: 8K Warnings:  Typical TWD violence, just not as detailed. Also in this AU, I will not be mentioning Negan and his bunch, but the Wolves are a threat.  On a personal note, I was writing this during my "break". Bits and pieces of it were flowing easily, but then I had to force myself to finish it when something terrible happened in my personal life so I'm sorry for the abrupt ending and the blah-ness of it. Tags: @kingtwhiddleston​

Settling in at Alexandria was more work than you anticipated.

You had kept your word to Maggie, going on to have a conversation with Deanna and her husband about your strengths and what you could bring to the table. She wasn't too keen on the idea of you teaching anyone how to fight, but her husband was quick to have her sleep on it before totally turning the idea down. After all, if an unsavory bunch found Alexandria and decided to take it by force, it would be a great deal of help to have any able-bodied person help defend their home besides just Rick and Michonne who had been appointed Constables of the town.

You were eventually given the go ahead to teach whoever wanted to learn to defend themselves from the living and the dead, so long as Deanna or her husband could oversee for the first few weeks. You didn't mind, especially when it was her husband because all he did was write in a notebook of his while occasionally shouting out words of encouragement.

Everyone seemed to settle in fine, with the exception of Daryl who didn't like being confined. You understood his point of view perfectly well, but even he couldn't be a grump for too long. Not when he saw how happy it made Rick to have his children safe for once and when one of the locals had a motorcycle just sitting in their garage that they let Daryl work on so he had something to ride.

The Alexandrians slowly came to terms that the authority inside the town was being spread to more than just Deanna and her husband, and only a few had problems with that- namely Deanna's sons who got away with mostly everything. But then her eldest son died when out on a mission with Glenn and some others, and another local thought Rick was trying to make a move on his wife Jesse. However, the turning event was the unfortunate death of Deanna's husband at the hand of Jesse's own husband when in a scuffle with Rick, and Deanna had no problem letting Rick take charge. Deanna went on to take Maggie in as her second and gave Rick free reign of how he wanted to run things so long as he told her before any big changes.

Everything seemed to be going good for a while, conflicts being worked out when the tension was on the verge of exploding into a brawl and the locals finally putting their trust in the way the Constables and Deanna were running Alexandria. There were still a few conflicts that lingered, mostly between the teenagers, but everyone seemed to brush it off as teen angst that would eventually resolve itself.

It was easy to fall into a routine once you were comfortable, it being easier that you weren't totally trapped inside the walls and were allowed to keep the woods clear around the town. But it was inevitable that something would come up, making those in charge wonder if their little haven was actually safe, and that something came in the form of the walking dead with 'W's carved into their foreheads.

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A sound startles you awake and it takes you a moment to realize what it actually is when it happens again. Someone's knocking on your bedroom door. So rapidly kicking your legs to disentangle the sheet from them, you slide out of bed and stumble towards the door. Opening it, you're surprised to find a sleepy Carl standing there with a fussy Judith.

"Hey, Y/N," he yawns. "Sorry to wake you up, but Judith isn't going back down like she normally does. Do you mind taking her for a bit?"

"Not at all." Taking Judith from his arms, you yawn around a smile that's directed at Carl who tiredly rubs at his eyes before turning to go back to the room he shared with his baby sister. Then feeling the baby shift in your arms, you turn your attention to her before shutting your door once more and gently bouncing her in your arms as you walk to bed. "What's wrong, huh? You feel like playing instead of sleeping like a normal human being?" Judith coos and you can't help but melt no matter what time it is. And speaking of time, you glance at the clock on your bedside table and quietly groan when you notice it's only after three in the morning.

Sitting on your bed, you pull one of your pillows forward and set it down in the middle of your mattress before laying Judith down. She coos some more, giggling when you tug on her little toes. "Yeah, yeah, kid. Get it all out while you can."

You play with Judith for a while, tickling her around her thighs and waist. As she laughs, you make faces at her and grin when she finds amusement in it. But when you grab the edge of your sheet and run it gently over her face, you're surprised to see her eyes close and then take longer and longer to reopen. Sensing victory, you scoop her back up and place the pillow she'd been laying on a little closer to your own pillow. The pillow supports her back while you curl around her, continuing to run the edge of the sheet against her face until she finally drifts off. You even hum Somewhere Over the Rainbow, drifting off to sleep yourself when Judith doesn't reawaken.

Since the whole world went topsy-turvy, you've become a light sleeper since you had to keep a lookout for the dead. So even though you're in a dead sleep, you can still feel when there's a presence hovering over you. Reaching out with speed you didn't even know you possessed, you latch onto someone's wrist as they're reaching for Judith.

"Hey. Shh. It's fine." The familiar timbre of Rick's voice makes you exhale quietly, your grip on him relaxing until you let him go.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing. Got up to check on Judith and she was gone. She cry and wake you up?"

"Hmm. No. She was keeping Carl up so he brought her in."

He huffs. "M'sorry about that. Here, let me take her."

Again you reach out, this time shoving his arm away. "Don't you dare, Grimes." From the corner of your eye, you catch sight of your glowing clock and bite back a whine. It was now only after five in the morning. "She hasn't been asleep long. She's fine here." With the faint light coming in from your window, you tiredly grin. "If you want the comfort of your daughter being nearby, climb in on the other side. But do not wake her or I will never forgive you."

Rick quietly chuckles. "You sure?"

"Mhm. Get in bed, Rick. I don't care what anyone thinks. At least I'm not in your lap this time."

He sighs longingly. "And what a damn shame that is."

You snort, Judith jerks in her sleep, and you immediately curl around her once more. There was just something babies loved about being cuddled and you had no problem sparing a few for the little girl if it meant she fell back to sleep. As Rick settles in on the other side, carefully removing the pillow under Judith's back so he could get as close as possible, you glare at him while mumbling, "I hate you."

"Sure, sweetheart. Now get some sleep. We're patrolling tomorrow. Daryl's got something to show us."

Falling asleep, curled around Judith and legs nearly tangled with Rick's, comes far too easy for you. But rather than thinking about it and wondering what Rick could possibly be thinking as well, you exhale softly and let Rick's breathing lull you to sleep.

The next time you're woken up is because you're punched in the chest. It doesn't hurt, it's a faint little hit, but it does startle you into consciousness. When your eyes fly open it's to see Judith wiggling around and happily punching out randomly.

"She got you too, huh?" Rick sleepily mumbles. "I got hit on the mouth."

You giggle softly and reach out to tickle Judith beneath her chin before turning onto your back with a sigh. Groaning softly, you stretch and ask, "What time is it?"

"Time to get up. You go ahead and take the first shower."

"Yes, sir."

In the early morning daylight hours, as you sit up and turn so your feet touch the floor you're more aware of what you're wearing. Or rather what you're not wearing. Shorts. You're not wearing any shorts and you can't believe you actually slept in the same bed as Rick with only a t-shirt and underwear on.

You try not to let on how flustered you suddenly are when you stand and then immediately tug your shirt down as if that'll help you feel less flustered. Thankfully Rick doesn't mention anything and you try not to make it seem like you're rushing as you go to the closet and put together an outfit from everything you've stuffed in there.

With your outfit in hand, you head towards your bedroom door and open it. You nearly yelp, gasping instead as you curse beneath your breath. Daryl stands there, hand poised to knock. He stares at you before his gaze drifts over your shoulder and his eyebrows raise in surprise as he grins. "Well I was gonna ask if you'd seen Rick, but nevermind. Found him."

"Don't be a smug prick. All we did was sleep."

He shrugs. "Not my business, but if this continues does that mean I can move into Rick's room since he'll be sleeping in here?"

"Ugh." You push passed him, fighting off a smile as the hunter chuckles.

Heading towards the bathroom, you're relieved to see it's unoccupied and lock yourself away inside. You know it's pointless to shower since you're going outside the walls today, but the luxury of hot water still amazes you and you haven't passed up a hot shower since you've settled in Alexandria. But still you keep the shower short, skipping the shampoo and conditioner, and just sudsing up your body and face before rinsing off.

Then once you're dressed appropriately for the day's trip, you exit the bathroom and head back towards your room. Rick's the only one there, his own clothes in hand as he sits on the edge of your bed. When he notices you, he smiles.

"Daryl took Judith downstairs. Eat and we'll be heading out soon. It's going to be an all day trip."

"Yippee," you deadpan. Rick chuckles as he stands and, as you toss your dirty clothes into a hamper, he heads out of your room in order to get to the bathroom himself.

Taking a moment, you can't help smile at his retreat. Then turning towards your bed, you're pleasantly surprised to see that Rick fixed your bed for you so you didn't have to. With nothing more to do other than pulling on a pair of boots, you do so and then head downstairs.

There's a small group gathered in the kitchen as Carol and Maggie whip something up for breakfast, and you avoid Daryl's gaze from where he sits at the table feeding Judith some applesauce. Though the second you lean over the kitchen island and steal a slice of tomato from the two working women, you can't help but freeze when Maggie says, "Sleep well? Because we heard something really interesting right before you came down."

You gape as the group around you snickers, and then you whirl around to glare at Daryl. "You're a goddamn gossip, Dixon!" The occupants in the room finally lose their composure, everyone laughing at your expense. Tossing the piece of tomato in your mouth for a moment, you then go on to defend yourself after it's gone. "Nothing happened. We slept on opposite sides of Judith and that's it!"

Rosita snorts. "Wasted opportunity if you ask me."

Several others hum in agreement and you groan. "Yeah? Well no one did. Now can we please drop it?" You reach in for another piece of tomato, but Carol whacks the back of your hand with her spoon. As you pout at her for the reprimand, you take the plate of breakfast from Carl who hands it to you with an adoring smile. "You are my favorite Grimes, kid. Never change."

You're able to eat your breakfast in peace, letting the conversation wash over you as if this were a normal day and the dead weren't roaming outside the town walls. Rick soon comes down to join everyone and Maggie passes him a plate before he can take his seat. He sits next to you, squeezing your knee under the table, and you grin in response while also praying to the Gods above you don't blush.

When all is said and done, and people start to head on out, you linger back while waving on Daryl and Rick with promises you'll only be a minute. As a majority of the room clears out, with the exception of Carol and Maggie who are cleaning up, you grab Rosita's arm to hold her back as well. She raises her eyebrows at you in surprise and you grin reassuringly.

"You're taking over my classes today, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all," you're quick to say. "I just- can you keep an eye on Carl and Ron, please? Something is going on between them and I have a bad feeling it's going to come to blows pretty soon."

Rosita frowns. "What's going on?"

"I'm not sure. It's either teen angst like everyone believes because I've seen the way things get tense when that girl Enid is around, or Ron still blames Rick for everything gone wrong with his family and is taking it out on Carl. Either way, I don't trust Ron."

"Yeah, of course. I'll keep an eye on things."

"Thanks."

Quickly thanking the women for breakfast, you then make your way outside where the two men are waiting for you. You give them a nod before walking ahead of them, each of you having to check out weapons from the armory before you can go on your trip.

"So what exactly is on the agenda for today?" You wonder as you strap a couple of knives to your thighs, a glock in a holster at your waist, and take the offered rifle from Daryl as he makes sure you're well enough prepared.

Daryl and Rick share a brief look, a look you know all too well. They're calculating exactly what to say in front of Denise- the woman currently on shift and in charge of marking down who takes what weapons.

"Supply run," Daryl's gruff voice answers.

"After we clear out a bit of the woods around the place, Abraham wants to expand outward, so we need to give him the all clear."

You nod. "Sounds good." A handful of minutes later and you're dropping into the backseat of a car. Scooting towards the middle so you can lean forward in between Rick and Daryl, you ask, "So what else are we doing? Don't think I didn't notice that little look between you guys when Denise perked up after I asked what we were doing."

"More an' more of the dead with W's carved into their foreheads are showin' up," Daryl says.

"Of course they are." You sigh. "Just when I get comfortable things gotta go to shit." Both men snort in amusement and you groan as you fall back into your seat.

Daryl drives around to the back of Alexandria and parks, and then he takes the lead into the woods surrounding the town. There's not many dead lingering, so you and Rick resort to using knives while Daryl watches your back.

Dispatching of the dead is gross, but quick, and then Daryl's double checking all the bodies. He drags a few aside, turning their heads with his booted foot. "See? Someone's doin' this on purpose and I don't like that they're so close to home."

"So what are we gonna do? Recon?" You ask. "We can't raise the alarm in Alexandria unless we know for sure. We don't want everyone panicking."

"We tell Aaron," Rick says. "He's good at remaining unseen and no one will question him being gone for a few days."

"Sounds good to me." You glance around, sighing when you notice more dead wandering closer. "I wish I were still in bed."

"Yeah I bet you do," Daryl mumbles.

You immediately turn around to glare at him, but seeing Rick with his head down as he tries to fight off a smile softens you. Instead, your shoulders droop and you roll your eyes before turning around to dispatch the newcomers.

It takes a few hours to clear the woods and pile the bodies for burning, but it eventually gets done. There's an hour break where you rest and eat what little rations Daryl had stashed in the car, and then it's on to drive an hour or so out to hopefully find some supplies that the town could use.

"I can't wait to get home," you say while loading up a box of dusty canned goods. Daryl grunts, adding in a find of his own that he had recovered from a nearby house. "Do you think I can get an invite to spaghetti night now that you finally found Eric his traditional pasta maker?"

The hunter snorts. "We'll see."

Once the trunk is loaded up with what little supplies and goods the three of you have managed to find, you crawl back into the backseat and prepare to take a nap on the drive back to Alexandria. The drive is quiet, with the exception of the beginning where Rick and Daryl bicker about what CD to listen to.

The music and the bumpy drive lulls you into a light sleep, so you don't know how much time has passed when the car slows.

"What the hell?" Daryl's gruff voice makes your eyes flutter open before you sit up, scooting towards the middle so you can see out the windshield.

Rick leans forward. "That wasn't there before."

The that in question is a downed tree and it's blocking the only road back home. Daryl parks and cuts the engine, and all three of you exit. You grab your rifle, but hook the strap over your head so the rifle hangs diagonally across your back. And not wanting your hands empty, you grab two daggers by their hilts- one in each hand- and keep an eye on your surroundings as you follow after the men.

Rick walks up to the portion of the tree that's in the road, testing its weight with his foot as he tries to rock it back and forth. Daryl, however, walks over to where the base is.

"Shit." You and Rick immediately glance at him. "This tree didn't fall on its own."

"No?"

"No."

You follow behind Rick as Daryl waits to explain his findings, but just seeing what Daryl's found makes your stomach churn. "It's a clean cut." Both men look at you and you gesture to where the tree's obviously been cut. "If it'd have fallen on it's own, it'd be a jagged cut all around. It's clean around the front where someone took an ax or chainsaw to it, but then it's jagged at the end from where they pushed it over."

Daryl nods. "That's right."

All three of you glance at each other, dread filling you, before your gazes all dart to your surroundings to see if there's anything else out of the ordinary. Everything is eerily quiet around you that it's easy to hear a distant rumble and possible crash before a horn is left to constantly blare.

"What the hell is that?" Jogging back towards the road, you look towards the sky off in the distance of where the noise is most likely coming from. Not even a minute has passed before you see the faint smoke reaching a height that's visible to you so far out. "That's Alexandria." You realize with horror.

"We're about half a mile out," Rick says.

"We're not pushin' this tree out of the way with just us three." Daryl tells him.

"Then we run." Without waiting for their opinion, you jump over the downed tree and take off towards your home.

Rick and Daryl mustn't have had any doubt because they're right there with you, and had this been a lighter situation you would have poked fun at the hunter for being just a tad slower than you. Fear and adrenaline for what you could possibly find has your legs pumping continuously and you don't pay attention to the sweat beading down your back as you run.

Alexandria finally comes into view and immediately you grip your knives tighter. The dead are everywhere, attracted to what appears to be an 18-wheeler that's been driven into the watch tower, the tower having fallen and creating a hole for the dead to enter the once secured town.

Daryl looses arrow after arrow as Rick shoots round after round at the dead. The noise attracts some of the dead towards you and you readily use your daggers to plunge into their brains, grunting through the exhaustion that's threatening to slow you down. You and Rick clear a path for Daryl, and he climbs up into the truck to disable the horn.

Once disabled, it's easy to hear the screams and shouts of Alexandrians. Daryl hops down in between you and Rick, and three of you stare at one another before nodding.

"Be careful," he grunts.

Daryl disappears inside and, just as you attempt to follow, a hand grabs you by the bicep. You turn to ask Rick what the problem is, but before you can utter a word his lips are crashing down on yours. You inhale sharply in surprise, but quickly return the sentiment before he can pull back to lean his forehead against yours. You try to meet his gaze, but his eyes are cast downward as he pants heavily.

"Not that I was against that, but-" a walker groans and snaps his teeth as it comes between you and Rick, causing you to separate, and you quickly stab it in the head. You grunt as you retake your weapon, and sigh when you look at Rick. "What was that about?"

"We don't know what we're about to walk into," Rick says. "I don't want anymore what if's between us."

"O-Okay."

"And if we make it out of this, I'm moving into your room so Daryl can have mine."

You grin, shaking your head in brief amusement. "If that's what you want, then okay." Yours and his attention is stolen by a small group of approaching dead, and you quickly dispatch them with tired grunts.

Everything happens so fast that you barely have time to nod before Rick's running off. You give yourself a moment to gather your wits and then you're running off as well, striking down the dead that is in your way.

Inside the walls of Alexandria is complete and utter chaos. There are small fires here and there, but the main concern is that the dead greatly outnumber the living- especially the living that chose to fight back rather than hide in their houses.

As you jog towards the house you share with Rick, Daryl, and the kids, your arms get tired very quickly with all the various dead you have to stab. Your focus is on getting to the house that you don't notice one of the supposed dead is moving a little quickly until the being is swinging a machete at you. You yelp and try to dodge, but the blade manages to slice your bicep.

"What the hell?!" Thinking the person is an Alexandrian who's so caught up in the fight that they attacked you by accident, you don't outright attack back. Not until you notice the raggedy clothing and the wild look in the other person's eyes as they lunge at you again.

Your daggers don't have the same reach as the machete, so you're ducking and dodging as you try to slip the blades back in their holsters before reaching for your rifle. Fortunately, someone else sees you struggling and takes the shot you can't.

Another being rushes you, but as you finally get a hold of your rifle the other being pulls down the bandanna from covering the bottom half of their face. "Carol?" You utter in shock. "What the hell happened here?"

Dressed in worn clothing and with a bit of mud smeared around her eyes, Carol shrugs. "I don't know. One second I'm watching your neighbor having a smoke and the next someone is running up on her and slits her throat. They're everywhere, Y/N! They even ransacked the armory."

"Where are the kids?"

"I told Carl to watch Judith. They're still at the house."

"Then that's where I'm going. Be careful."

"I will."

Carol recovers her face and sprints off, and you grip your rifle in hand as you rush towards your house now.

You're grateful there aren't too many dead stumbling around the street your house is at, so it's a straight shot home. But the closer you get, you realize there's an individual on your porch that's trying to kick down the front door.

Blood boiling, you slow your run so you don't alert the person to your presence. Then standing at the bottom of the porch steps, you raise your rifle and take aim. "Hey!" The man whirls around. "Get the hell away from my kids." One shot drops the man where he stands and you quickly run up the steps, pulling a dagger from your thigh holster and stabbing him in the brain.

The door opens, startling you, and you sigh in relief when you see Carl there with a rifle of his own. "Y/N?"

"Yeah, it's me. Where's your sister?"

"Enid's hiding with her in an upstairs closet."

"Good." You tiredly stand tall once more, smiling softly at him. "You watch the back door, I'll keep watch up here."

He says nothing, instead his gaze then lands on your arm. More specifically the blood that's dripping from the tips of your fingers. "You're bleeding."

"Huh? Oh yeah." You pull apart the tear in your jacket, hissing when the cut on your arm pulses with pain. "It's not too bad. The bleed is slowing down. See? I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

You meet Carl's concerned gaze, nodding. "Yeah. If I start feeling dizzy or anything, I'll let you know." Offering him a smile, you don't turn your back on him until he nods and makes his way towards the back door.

Taking a moment to gather yourself, you turn back around and leave the door open a crack while focusing on the threats ambling around the street. One by one you pick them off, grateful that you don't spot another living being trying to slaughter those you spent a couple months getting to know.

It seems like hours have passed when you see familiar faces start to appear, you waving them over into the safety of your house. The sun is setting when the one face you'd been anxious to see finally pops up and it's like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

"Hey." Rick comes to a slow, carefully walking up the porch steps and shouldering the strap to his rifle. "You good?"

"Small hiccup," you say while lifting your injured arm a little, "but nothing life threatening."

When he reaches you, he gently grabs your arm to check the wound himself. Satisfied that you told him the truth, Rick lets go of your arm in favor of gently cradling your face in his hands so he can kiss you. You grin against his mouth, one hand grabbing onto his wrist to steady yourself as you return the brief moment of affection.

Rick ends the kiss, laying his forehead against yours. "Who else is here?"

"Carl and Judith are fine," you say. "Enid was here, but she ran not too long ago and then Jesse, Ron, and Sam ran in behind Michonne, Deanna, and Father Gabriel."

Rick steps back and glances up and down the street one last time before gesturing you inside. "We got the gate locked up and Daryl set the pond on fire to lure in the rest of the dead around here. Unfortunately there's still a hole in the wall so we'll have to stay indoors until morning. With the sun gone, we can't risk working in the dark."

"Agreed."

You and Rick enter the house, he quietly shutting the door and locking it behind him. Jesse is on the sofa, splattered with blood as she hugs her children on either side of her. Father Gabriel is in the arm chair, already looking to Rick for answers on what they're to do next. Carl is sitting on the top of the stairs, bouncing Judith on his knee and looking quite grim.

Rick notices and starts up the stairs towards his children. "What happened?"

Carl doesn't answer, but he does say, "Michonne and Deanna are waiting for you. They're in your room."

Rick glances at you over his shoulder and you readily follow after him. Passing Carl and Judith on the stairs, you can't help but ruffle their hair and grin when Carl huffs and tries to duck out of the way. But the second you enter Rick's room, the mood quickly sobers. Michonne is standing by the window, arms crossed over her chest, and Deanna lays in bed- sweating profusely and looking paler than normal.

Rick's hands plant themselves on his hips, his shoulders dropping as he sighs. "I was foolish." Deanna smiles tiredly, coughing not even a moment later. "I let my guard down for a moment and one of the dead surprised me around the corner."

"She fought as long as she could," Michonne says, "and I happened upon her too late. She had a chunk taken out of her side."

Even though you and Deanna didn't necessarily get along, your heart breaks for the woman. You step forward and offer her a feeble smile, one which she returns. "Don't cry for me, Y/N. I tried my best, just like you taught me. It just wasn't enough. I wasn't enough."

You nod, not having any words to say that would offer her any form of comfort. Rick reaches out, sliding his arm around your shoulders and tugging you into his side when he sees your crestfallen expression.

Michonne asks what the next plan of action is and Rick informs her of what's going on. Since it's nearly dark out, the only thing they can do is to wait it out until morning. Her gaze then falls on Deanna who admits she wants to go out on her own terms right before she succumbs to the infection and Rick sadly hands her a gun he had on his hip that had a few bullets left in the clip.

Rick gestures for Michonne to leave the room with you and him, and the three of you gather just outside in the hallway. "Do either of you know where Spencer is at?" She quietly asks.

"He's holed up with a few others down the street," Rick says.

"Is there any way we can let him know about his mother?"

"We can try the walkies," you admit, "but there's no telling if anyone with him has one."

She sighs. "I don't like that he doesn't know his mother is dying."

"I don't either, but if no one in his house has a walkie then it's no use."

Rick clears his throat, unclipping the walkie on his own belt while he gestures towards your room. "I'm gonna do check-ins. See how everyone is holding up and let them know to keep quiet until morning."

You and Michonne look at one another, and the moment Rick is out of earshot she looks back towards you and smiles. "You know, I'm pretty sure everyone saw that moment between you and Rick out on the porch."

"Can we not," you groan. Michonne only smiles in response. She continues to stare, quite smugly, and you can't help but huff a small laugh. "Tell you what, when all this is said and done and we're still alive, I'll give you all the juicy details."

"Deal."

The two of you then head downstairs and your brief amusement vanishes when the sounds of the dead just outside the house reaches your ears. The sounds of their rasping, hunger fueled moans make you uneasy, but it's the sound of breaking glass and what sounds like one of the metal shelving units in the garage falling over that makes your heart pump furiously with fear.

"Ron!" Jesse immediately jumps up from the couch, rushing towards the garage door.

Shouting resonates from within the closed off room and your gaze darts around the room in a panic. "Where's Carl?!"

Father Gabriel stands from his seat, Judith in his arms, and your stomach sinks when his gaze darts to the garage door. He shrugs, ready to apologize, but you turn on your heel and rush after Jesse.

The two teens spill into the house the second Jesse yanks the garage door open, looking a little roughed up, but everyone's attention is on the fact that the boys throw themselves against the door just as arms reach through and attempt to grasp onto any living being. You and Jesse waste no time in helping them keep the door closed as Michonne uses her katana to kill the dead closest to the door so you all can shut it.

Rick rushes down the stairs just as the windows along the porch are shattered. "Everyone upstairs. Now!"

You and Michonne hold the door so Jesse and the boys can run. When they're clear, as well as Father Gabriel and Judith, you and Michonne push off the door and take the stairs two at a time while Rick tries to barricade the bottom of the stairs.

The first floor of the house quickly floods with the dead and you rush back downstairs to grab Rick by the back of his shirt. "Come on! We gotta barricade the top."

Rick reluctantly gives up and, as soon as you make it to the second story, Carl and Michonne are tossing bedside tables and a mattress onto the stairs. Rick rushes into the nearest room, sliding a long dresser out to barricade the top of the stairs in order to prevent any dead from making it any further.

Locked in the room with a sickly Deanna, everyone does their best to remain calm. Thankfully Judith has managed to fall asleep through all the ruckus and the only sound is Rick pacing back and forth as he tries to come up with a plan for a way out.

After what seems like an hour or so, Rick looks up in surprise. "I know how to get out of here."

"Yeah? How?" You ask.

"We've done it before. To walk with the dead, you have-"

"To smell like the dead," you mutter, nose wrinkling. "We have to cover ourselves in blood and guts again."

"Exactly." Rick looks around, nodding and looking a little lighter to show just how much hope he has in his plan. "Gather sheets and cut a hole in each one to drape over our heads. I'll start dragging bodies into Y/N's room so we can gut them in there."

It's absolutely disgusting work to watch Rick cut open the dead and yank out their intestines. Jesse quietly sobs the entire time she's being coated in guts and blood, but her sons remain stoic throughout the entire process. You had managed to get through to a few of the others on the walkie, giving them the plan in case they were in the same tight spot your house had ended up in.

When it's finally time to move out, you're doing your best to breathe through your mouth. Father Gabriel volunteered to take Judith beneath his sheet and promised to get her safely to the church where a few others had checked in from with hardly any dead walking around the place. And when everyone looked to Deanna, she assured everyone she could pull the trigger when she felt like it was time.

As you're walking down the stairs, Rick takes the lead to test whether or not his plan actually worked. It does. The dead stumble up to him, sniffing, before realizing he doesn't smell like food and continue on. Some head upstairs now that the path has been cleared, but most remain stumbling around the first floor. Then linking hands, or grabbing onto the back of someone's sheet, everyone keeps in a line as to not get separated. And as everyone starts to feel overwhelmed by all the pressing bodies, Deanna shouts in a rage before multiple gunshots ring out.

It's almost like a weight's been lifted off your shoulders when everyone makes it out, but that relief is shortly lived when you hear Jesse's youngest son Sam shout. Sam is shouting as the dead converge on him, Jesse is screaming for her son who she won't let go of and she too is quickly overwhelmed by the dead. But in the process of being eaten alive, she's yet to let go of Father Gabriel's sheet and with all the noise it's only a matter of time before Judith wakes. So not seeing any other option, Michonne uses her katana to cut Jesse's arm off so Father Gabriel can hurry to safety.

Everyone seems rather frazzled when they finally make it clear of the feeding frenzy. But just when it seems like you can breathe, Ron stumbles to the side. The teen is clearly in shock over witnessing the rest of his family dying so cruelly, so it's no wonder he whips out a gun from beneath his sheet. What is a shock, however, is that he points it directly at Rick.

You and Carl freeze, and you grab onto Carl's arm when he tries to run around you to be at Rick's other side. Ron's hand shakes from fear and anger, and no matter what Rick tells him he won't put the gun down. He obviously blames Rick for his father's death, even though it was Deanna who gave the kill order, and now blames Rick for his mother and brother's death as well.

You can't seem to make your mouth work in order to talk Ron down, and no matter what Rick or Carl say he doesn't seem to be hearing them. It's only when you see Michonne sneaking up on Ron do you feel a little bit of hope, but that hope quickly dies when she runs her katana straight through the teen's back. His aim wavers and his finger squeezes the trigger.

A gunshot rings out.

Everyone involved flinches, but it's you who stumbles back. You blink in surprise and then glance down, your hand trembling as you raise it to hold your stomach.

"Y/N?" Carl says.

You don't say a word, instead you start to gather the bloodied sheet in your hands to lift it out the way. Beneath it, the gunshot wound on your stomach bleeds out.

"No." You glance up at Rick's whimper and watch as his expression crumbles. "No, no, no."

Your knees give out suddenly, but Carl is quick to catch you by the elbow. He hooks your arm around his neck and Rick rushes to your free side to do the same with your other arm. Michonne readily takes the lead, using her katana to cut down any dead in the path towards the infirmary where Denise and a few others had hid.

Rick and Carl carry you between them, and you're still in shock that the pain hasn't really registered with you yet. You see a few friends standing guard outside the infirmary and they quickly help Michonne clear the way for Rick and Carl to get you inside.

Rick immediately starts making demands of Denise- the poor woman stammering that she doesn't know how to perform any form of surgery. Rick and Carl finally put you on a gurney, and only then does the pain hit. You groan out and the two Grimes' slow their movements, carefully adjusting you. And finally seeing just how serious the situation is, Denise steps forward and starts to recall some information she'd been reading from the books the last doctor left behind.

With Denise frazzled under Rick's looming stance, Tara steps in and eases the man back. You pant heavily, doing your best to keep your sobs quiet as Denise and Tara turn you this way and that way to determine whether or not there was an exit wound. There isn't which means the bullet will have to be dug out.

"She's losing a lot of blood," Tara quietly mumbles. "Are you sure you can do this?" She asks Denise.

Denise glances at Rick, then down at you. You offer her a feeble smile. "J-Just dig it out. I w-won't blame you i-if-"

"Hey. Shh," Tara says. "It's okay. I didn't mean-"

"It's okay," you say. Teary eyes dart between the two girls as you gulp. "Just do your best."

As the two women start prepping and wiping around the wound, you make too much noise that Michonne ends up suggesting they dose you with morphine. Tara does and just as you feel yourself sinking into the comfort of the gurney beneath you, the edges of your vision darken and the last thing you see is Rick helplessly staring at you

The second Y/N is out, Tara and Denise start furiously working. The longer Y/N is out and the more blood Rick sees gushing out, the more anxious he feels. But the moment Denise mentions finding a universal donor within Alexandria for a blood transfusion, Rick can't take it anymore and marches outside. Michonne follows him, as well as several others who'd been waiting on the porch, and they let Rick take the lead as he angrily strikes down dead after dead.

It takes hours, but eventually the hole in the wall is patched just enough so no more dead can stumble in. Those left alive split into groups- one to clear out the houses that had been broken into and the other to start piling bodies for burning later on. Then when there is nothing left to do, Carl urges his father back to the infirmary to check on Y/N.

On the way back to the infirmary, Rick stops by a water spigot and cleans himself off as best as he can. He takes a moment to gather himself and when he feels like he has himself under control, he makes the short walk to the infirmary and walks right on in. Tara and Denise look extremely tired, but they're doing their best to strip bloody sheets from a gurney.

Rick's breath stutters, the girls look up, and Tara is quick to make the connection between Rick's heartbroken expression and his stare on the empty bed. "No, no, no! She's alive. Y/N is still hanging on," she says. "We got the bullet out and she's resting now, but until she wakes up we can't determine just how okay she is. You can go back and see her."

He quickly nods, exhaling harshly before running a hand down the length of his face to rid his eyes of the tears that had quickly gathered. Once he's positive he's not about to have a breakdown, he heads towards the room Tara points out to him.

Y/N looks like a completely different person, but that's to be expected from someone who lost so much blood. Rick pulls up a chair to the side of the bed and he cautiously reaches for her hand as he takes a seat. "The family is safe; we all made it, but there were several Alexandrians that didn't," he says, voice low and gravelly. Rick then sighs, looking Y/N over and hoping that her eyes would open. He hunches over the side of the bed, holding onto Y/N's hand while brushing his lips against her knuckles. "We got the walls temporarily patched up and have already started cleanup. You really are lucky to be stuck in this bed." He chuckles drily. When there's still no movement, his expression falters. "I can't do this without you, Y/N. Please don't make me do this without you."

Rick lays his head on the bed, eyes closing as he prays to whoever is listening that they don't take Y/N away from him. Not now when things are finally moving forward between them. And since his eyes are closed, he completely misses when Y/N's brow furrows.

You feel utterly exhausted and a little nauseated when your eyes flutter open. You attempt to swallow, but your throat is absolutely dry and you whimper. A grip on your hand tightens and your gaze immediately darts to an exhausted looking Rick. "W-water," you rasp.

"Y/N?" His shocked expression quickly turns to one of relief, he then letting your hand go to pour you a cup of water from the pitcher on the bedside table. You manage to pull yourself up just enough so you can drink without choking, you then falling back against your pillow with a sigh. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired." You blink sleepily at him. "How are the kids?"

"They're fine. Carl's worried about you."

Weakly smiling, you say, "Of course he is."

Rick leans on the side of your bed, elbows pressed into the mattress as he holds himself up. "You know, Carl heard what you said." You frown in confusion. "He heard you through the door when you told one of the attackers to get away from your kids."

"Oh god." Your eyes widen. "Rick, I'm so so-"

"Don't. Those kids are yours as much as they are mine." His words give you pause, but then you can feel your face heating up as your bashfulness kicks in as it always does when it comes to Rick and any talk of a relationship between the two of you. "You've been there for Judith her entire life and you helped Carl into becoming the young man he is today by not letting the harsh world completely remake him into someone terrible. Those are our kids, Y/N. If you want that, of course."

You hadn't realized your eyes filled with tears until you feel the hot trail they leave behind after slipping from the corners of your eyes. You sniffle and reach up to wipe the tears away. "I do. I want that."

Rick beams at you, his own eyes a little misty. You can't help but chuckle as he leans up, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Good, because Daryl is already talking about renovating my room to his liking. It appears I'm moving in with you."

"Well if that's the case, you better go air out our house after all those dead were in there."

"Yes, ma'am. I'll get right on that." He leans up and kisses your cheek this time, he finally feeling like it's okay to leave your side.

As he stands up, you smile as he stretches and then groans when his back pops. Then as he's walking away, you can't help but say, "Just so you know, if you hog the covers I'm kicking you out and you can share with Daryl."

Rick snorts, only looking over his shoulder at you to smile.

Not even ten seconds later and Tara's entering the room, eyes sparkling with mirth. You narrow your eyes suspiciously at her, but she merely rolls her eyes in return. "What? Let me have this. We've been waiting for this thing between you and Rick to blossom for forever."

"So I've been told. Now tell me, Doc Jr, when can I get out of here? I've got a household to maintain."

[planetcallisto]

— waltz of the jerk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: typical highschool banter

word count: 1820

A/N: finally got to one of the requests!! Ahh I hope you like it anonie! I really liked writing this one,,,the other request will be out soon too please enjoy!

Competition was your middle name. Jeon was Jungkook’s last name. 

You step into class, your bag hanging off one of your shoulders, and realise your music teacher decided to shuffle around your assigned desks today. Funny how they waited until the last week of your last year in highschool to give the students a little bit of time to just have fun. Though, how fun could a competition about playing some nursery rhyme on an instrument with a random partner be? Not too exciting considering you find your name tag on a desk beside him all the way at the back of the class. Mr. Jeon I’m-good-at-everything Jungkook.

By the front of the class sit your two friends, who just happened to be partnered with each other, probably not until they bribed Namjoon, one of the kinder guys in your class, with some chips to switch places. They send you lop-sided smiles and point to the back wall.

“Now’s your chance,” Namjoon whispers to you.

You kick him in the shin and he gasps, sticking his tongue out at you.

Just because Jungkook was always sitting a couple seats away from you in every class, and just because sometimes you found yourself staring at the way his fingers tugged at his uniform’s tie or how you could see more of his tattoos when he rolled his sleeves up to play his guitar didn’t mean you thought of him as anything more than pure competition. Sure, you with your flute and him with his guitar did not put you guys on the same playing field, but it was still fun to push his buttons. You were a band kid and he was a band kid.

Jungkook pushes his large round glasses up his nose as he lifts his gaze from his fingers on the guitar’s fretboard to you. A grin pulls at the side of his lips. It's not the soft kind smile you usually see him wear during class. It's a competitive smirk.

“We meet again,” He breathes, leaning back in the squeaky plastic chair.

You throw your backpack to the ground and place your flute case on your desk, “Did you do this Jeon?”

You don’t look at him as you assemble your flute.

“You think I purposefully put us together?”

You cross your arms and turn to him, watching his grin grow wider, “Yes, I do think you would do that Jeon.”

He scoffs in your face and rests his guitar against the wall behind him. The sleeves of his white uniform dress shirt scrunch just above his elbows as he rests one on the table, with his head leaning on his hand. A strand of wavy hair falls just in front of his eye and skims his jaw line.

“Do you enjoy calling me by my last name? Is Jeon a term of endearment for you?”

Your eyebrows pull together, “You must be insane to think anything I call you would be endearing.”

He reaches up to tuck his hair behind his ear. At the beginning of the school year you overheard him telling his bandmate Jimin how he’d like to grow out his hair to look more like the lead singer of an indie band. Something about the tattoos, the long hair and the double helix ear piercing made you angry, but in a I want to beat his ass for being so attractive sort of way. And all of that manifested itself into really, really heavy flirting, whether you wanted to admit it or not.

“You’re just scared to say my first name,” his free hand presses down on the keys of your flute as you put it down, “because then you’d be admitting I exist.”

“When I kicked your ass at yesterday’s poetry challenge in English, you existed then,” you smirk at him, “you existed in second place that is.”

He pulls his hand back and sits up straight, wiping his hands on his black slacks, “Well, you’re lucky we’re in a group today or else you know for a fact I would’ve beat you.” He scrunches his nose, lifting his arms over his head and stretching them out before grabbing his guitar and resting it on his lap.

“You’re such a conceited asshole,” you mumble, lifting your flute to your lips and blowing a few notes until it’s in tune. 

He strums a couple of chords on his guitar, taking a sheet of paper passed down from the row ahead of yours and placing it in the middle of the desk. A scoff leaves his lips, “It looks like you’re going to have to play Waltz of the Flowers with a conceited asshole. Romantic, isn’t it?”

Tchaikovsky is one of your favourite composers, and you’ve heard this piece no less than 100 times. It'll be a breeze for you.

You look over at him, “Romantic? Have you even seen the Nutcracker?”

His fingers quickly tug at the strings of his guitar in tune with Waltz of the Flowers. He goes through half of the song before answering you, “Nope. You wanna watch it with me?”

The familiar grin is plastered on his face, this time it reaches his eyes and for a moment, it feels sincere. But only for a moment.

“Jeon-”

“Jungkook,” he corrects you.

You shake your head, “No. Jeon-”

“Just call me Jungkook.”

Your feet push into the ground and you grit your teeth, “No. I’ll keep calling you Jeon-”

“But my name is Jungkook,” he chuckles. 

You take a deep breath, putting your flute down in fear you might snap it in half if he laughs one more time, “Your name is also Jeon isn’t it? Or did you suddenly drop your last name?”

His lips form an “O”, “Look at you being all snarky.”

“Listen Jeon, the teacher is going to call on us in like five-”

“Thought you already knew how to play this piece? Or were you lying to impress me hm?”

Your knuckles turn white as your grasp onto the edges of your chair, “Why would I ever need to impress you?”

He cocks his head to the side, his eyes scanning your face: the way your lips form a pout but your jaw is tense, how your eyebrows are drawn together and your eyes glare at him. He loves driving you up the wall.

“Because I’m your only competition and you’d do anything to get me to go easy on you?” He smiles softly, like he’s just read your mind. His eyes curve into crescents as he giggles watching you stumble over what you’re going to say next.

“God, stop looking at me like that,” you mutter, releasing your death grip on the chair and feeling blood rush back into your fingers.

“God? Thought my name was Jeon.”

You stay silent and look away from him, tugging the music sheet closer to you to quickly study the notes and accents.

He rambles, “So you do think I’m better than you huh? Do you admit I’m your competition? Or would you rather continue to not acknowledge my existence? Because it’s kinda hard for me to ignore yours when all you do is argue with me about why Clair De Lune is Debussy’s best work when clearly…”

In your mind, you’ve already replaced his voice with the notes of Waltz of the Flowers. The strings crescendo as you move to the climax of the piece and you can hear your flute play the quick eighth notes. 

“But then you told me that Moonlight Sonata was way way too overhyped and I thought you were crazy because why and how could it ever be overhyped when it's been proven to be one of the most influential-”

Your jaw tenses. His voice cuts through the gentle flute in your mind and all you can hear is him. Is this when you cut him off? Is this the perfect moment to shut him up for the rest of the class? Yes. It is.

You press your hand to your desk and you glare at him, “Oooh you wanna kiss me so bad.”

A mix of fear and confusion flash along his features. His brown eyes go wide and his mouth stays open, but no words come out. Even though the rest of the class is still loud, playing their assortment of pieces, your mind is quiet. All you hear is the dial tone of a phone after someone’s hung up and then silence. 

Just as fast as the words left your mouth, and before you can ask him to focus on the task at hand, his lips push against yours, with his tattooed hand gently holding your chin. Slowly, he moves his lips against yours before leaning back into his chair, letting his fingers linger on your chin.

His hand retracts and rests back on the strings of his guitar and he giggles, his nose scrunching and his eyes smiling with the rest of his face, “How did you know I wanted to kiss you?”

He’s relaxed, fingers absentmindedly strumming something on his guitar, tongue dragging across his teeth as his smile grows, his hair falls softly against his cheeks. He doesn’t look away from you, instead following your eyes as you try to think about anything other than how the touch of his hand and the feel of his lips jumbled your entire mind. Every time you heard Waltz of the Flowers play in your mind all you could think of is his stupid smile and the way he so, without any concern for the rest of society, kissed you. 

You hate to admit it, “You win, Jeon.”

“Not enough for you to finally call my Jungkook?”

Sweat accumulates on the palms of your hands as your warm touch comes in contact with the cold metal of your flute.

“Will you at least look at me so I know you mean it.”

You can’t help but laugh and rest your eyes back on his. “Not enough to call you…” you clear your throat, “Jungkook.”

“You know,” he fiddles with the stud earrings sitting at the cuff of his ear, “the theatre is putting on their version of the Nutcracker in a few weeks…”

There’s silence between you two. In all your interactions with Jungkook, either he’s rambling, or you’re shouting at him, or vice versa. Never have either of you stopped talking altogether. 

He speaks up, “Um, it’d be cool if you came with me to watch it. Only so you can tell me how it doesn’t live up to the original, of course.”

You shove your hand forward and his brows pull up on his forehead, “Deal.” His fingers brush your palm before you close your hand into a fist, “On one condition.”

“What is it?”

Your fingers uncurl and you grab his hand, letting his fingers fold against your palm, “Only if we beat everyone else today.”

He shakes your hand, but doesn’t let go, “Deal.”

[carewyncromwell]

Whew! Three drawings for the price of one for the POTC AU! The first two feature our new Pirate King Jules Farrier-Weasley @cursebreakerfarrier (flanked by Jacob “Black Jack” Cromwell Roberts and Orion Amari), and Cutler Beckett (flanked by Carewyn Cromwell “Carey Weasley” and Patricia Rakepick). The last one features the human form of our Davy Jones, Finn McGarry @theguythatdraws, with his One True Love Chiara Dalma, A.K.A. Calypso! These took a while, but they were fun to do, so I hope you like them.

Jules’s “tunic” is actually the same chemise she cut up while she was still on board the Artemis, as seen in a doodle on a previous post. Carewyn’s new uniform (which we’ll address in this part) is based on yet another of James Norrington’s costumes, this time the one he wears in the third Pirates film. Unlike the character whose role she roughly fills, though, Carey isn’t going to die unceremoniously in the middle of the damn story after getting this costume change. (Why no, I’m not bitter about the fact that Jack Davenport didn’t get more screentime and that Norrington didn’t get to be the Javert to Captain Jack Sparrow’s Valjean in the sequels the way he so could’ve been after the first movie, why would you think that? *snort*)

Now that we’re getting more into the Davy Jones/Calypso stuff, I can acknowledge how much I’ve changed from the original films’ depictions of the characters, as well as why. Personally I find the characters’ relationship to be a bit toxic and not as romantic as it should be. Calypso, being a goddess, could very easily not understand things like the passage of time through a man’s eyes, but the excuse she gives for why she wasn’t there to support her lover after all of the hard and lonely work he’d put in for her after ten years is just “it’s who I am.” I get that she’s a manifestation of the sea and not something you can pin down and all that jazz, but at the same time, it was cruel to follow her own selfish whims over considering her lover’s feelings. She presumably then also didn’t even try following up with Jones after he returned to the sea, as they aren’t able to sort out that misunderstanding before the events of At World’s End. (I mean, she’s a shape-shifting goddess of the sea, and she made him that way in the first place, so it’s not like she couldn’t have met him somewhere that wasn’t dry land.) I understand Jones couldn’t expect her to change her nature, and that’s fair, but it doesn’t make me like Calypso very much or feel much of anything for her relationship with Jones. And on the flip side, Jones decides to take out his pain at this misunderstanding (which he really should’ve tried clearing up AGES before the events of At World’s End) on his lover in the most spiteful, vindictive way -- teaching a bunch of pirates how to trap an immortal goddess into a mortal body that definitely has none of the power innate to her, presumably feels pain, and could even age or die. Rather than trying to quit the job Calypso gave him or even trying to figure out what happened, he decides to clip the wings of the woman he supposedly loves, all due to his own pain at being betrayed. So I don’t feel much for Jones as a character and for his relationship with Calypso either. In the end, when they quasi-make up, I didn’t think it was earned or that it was a good outcome for either of them. I do think there’s some tragedy in the situation, for they clearly feel deeply for each other, but their romance is really dysfunctional in my opinion, and I think it could’ve been handled a lot better if you wanted to make the pairing as romantic as the theme Hans Zimmer wrote for it. (As a side, take a listen to this lovely lyric cover someone wrote for the Davy Jones theme, it’s so good!) This is part of why I like being able to write Chia and Finn (the Calypso and Jones analogues in this AU) with a more sympathetic backstory, as well as some organic development for both them and their relationship while they’re apart from each other, which I kind of think was lacking in Tia Dalma/Calypso in particular.

Previous part is here, whole tag is here, and I hope you all enjoy!

x~x~x~x

Carewyn was perturbed by how fast an armada of ships from Port Royal caught up with the Flying Dutchman, once Rakepick had Jones send one of his cursed crew members with a message for Beckett. It was as though the head of the East India Trading Company had been waiting in eager anticipation of the Dutchman locating Shipwreck Cove ever since he gave her and Rakepick the mission in the first place.

Among the armada was the Clearwater, and Carewyn was shocked and a little happy to see Percy crossing over to the Dutchman from his ship and leaping off the gangplank to greet her. The youngest of the three Weasley brothers who’d joined the Navy gave her a salute for formalities’ sake, but he couldn’t keep the relieved smile off his face.

“Commodore Weasley,” he said formally.

“Captain Weasley,” said Carewyn in return.

As soon as they’d greeted each other, both of them loosened considerably. Carewyn opened her arms and brought Percy into a rather mannish hug, clapping his back the way Bill often did whenever he hugged his brothers.

“Jones’s men treated you well, I hope?” Percy murmured under his breath, his voice betraying some cold suspicion despite himself.

“Well enough,” Carewyn said softly.

When they broke apart, Percy was smiling a bit more fully. 

“It is good to see you, Carey,” he said, his faintly pompous voice nonetheless incredibly sincere, “though I’m afraid I’ll have my own ship to run now...”

Carewyn smiled proudly. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. A Commodore needs a talented Captain in his fleet.”

‘I know how long you’ve dreamed of moving up the ranks. Even if the Navy isn’t what it should be...I’m glad that you’re living your dream, Percy.’

Percy’s brown eyes softened, clearly touched. Before he could say anything, however, a familiar, aloof voice interrupted him.

"A Commodore does indeed need a talented Captain...”

Both Weasleys turned to Cutler Beckett as he stepped down onto the deck of the Dutchman beside them. His small eyes were locked firmly on Carewyn.

“...as does the Admiral of the fleet.”

He materialized a folded letter and held it out to Carewyn. Her eyebrows furrowed as she opened it, before her eyes widened upon its contents and the royal wax seal at the bottom.

“I’d already had this prepared ahead of time, prior to your departure from Port Royal,” said Beckett with a cool smile. “I wrote to the King of how impressed I was with your dedication, ingenuity, and talents, and he was most pleased. When I requested you to be at the head of my fleet for this upcoming venture, he agreed immediately. Upon receiving Madam Rakepick’s letter about you initiating the search for the Tower Raven’s old fleet and using one of their own ships to guide us to our target...I knew that my faith had been more than warranted.”

His eyes narrowed slightly over his cold, satisfied smile.

“Congratulations...Admiral Carey Weasley.”

The “honor” the King had bestowed upon her, if one could call it that, made Carewyn feel ill for multiple reasons. Not only did she truly not, NOT want to fight the Pirate Lords and whatever ships they gathered together, but she knew that she had largely gotten the position thanks to the effort of Rakepick -- who had for whatever reason credited Carewyn for following the Phoenix rather than taking credit herself -- and Beckett -- who Carewyn didn’t trust as far as she could throw him, but couldn’t figure out why exactly he had so much “faith” in her. Was she truly that good of an actress to completely fool him? She wanted to think so -- and yet the way he looked at her, not unlike how Rakepick looked at her, spoke of him knowing something she didn’t. Sadly Percy, even if he had seemed legitimately troubled by the hangings in Port Royal, was not distrustful enough of Beckett to express anything but pride in Carewyn’s accomplishment, so Carewyn couldn’t talk to him or anyone else about her suspicions.

When she confronted Rakepick about what she wrote to Beckett, the older woman’s response was oddly coy.

“I already told you you don’t belong on this ship,” she said, her dark blue eyes locked firmly onto Carewyn’s with a murky emotion she couldn’t quite identify. “Now that you’re Admiral, you’ll have more power to command your own ship, overlooking the Dutchman as well as the rest of the fleet.”

Carewyn’s eyes narrowed. “So you wrote that so I’d get off the Dutchman?”

Rakepick’s eyes narrowed slightly too, becoming more solemn. “You heard Lord Beckett -- he’d already planned this for you in advance. Although my reasons are different from his, I’m more than willing to play along with his whims, if it means I get what I want.”

“And what is it you want, Rakepick?”

Rakepick’s red lips curled up into a cool smirk. “Now, Admiral...one can hardly expect a lady to answer such a personal question.”

Not long after confronting Rakepick, Beckett summoned Carewyn to his cabin on his flagship, a Man O’ War called the HMS Lion. Unlike any of their previous meetings in his office, Carewyn found the cabin completely empty except for Beckett when she arrived -- in the past, Percy or Rakepick had been there too, as well as one or two employees of the East India Trading Company. It gave her the feeling that Beckett wanted this meeting to be more private than the others, which gave her a terrible sense of foreboding.

“You wished to see me, Lord Beckett?” she asked, once she’d finished saluting him.

“Yes,” said Beckett.

He was sitting behind his desk, which once again had a map laid out with different model soldiers and ships littered all over it. There were also seven Piece of Eight coins lined up in a neat little row -- he was once again playing with the eighth, rolling it along his fingers lackadaisically.

“Word has come from Shipwreck Cove, from the so-called ‘Pirate King,’“ he said, his eyes on the coin in his hand. “She wishes to rendez-vous on a tiny island on the far side of Shipwreck Island at sunset tonight, a ways away from the Cove. No weapons -- just talking.”

Beckett’s eyes flickered up to Carewyn’s face almost critically.

“...The Pirate King...signed her name as ‘Captain Jules Weasley’ -- so she’d be an old flame of yours, would she not?”

Carewyn stiffened slightly. ‘Jules is the Pirate King?’

She covered up her surprise quickly, her blue eyes narrowing.

“Miss Farrier -- pardon, Mrs. William Weasley -- never commanded any affection from me. Although her father bid she court me, her feelings were always for my brother -- so much so that she followed him into piracy.”

Beckett’s lips spread into a cold smile. “Then it’s as I surmised. Governor Farrier expressed frustration that his daughter had not managed to ensnare your heart, as opposed to your older brother’s -- especially considering how much she seemed to enjoy your company...”

Carewyn could not figure out what Beckett was trying to suss out from this conversation and it troubled her greatly -- so she put on her best, coldest expression and lied through her teeth.

“Whatever woman I respected in the past is dead, now that she’s an enemy of the Crown,” she said harshly. “I know no ‘Captain Jules Weasley’...nor do I wish to.”

Beckett’s smile did not shift in the slightest. If anything, his small, dark eyes flickered in something almost like triumph.

“I understand your sensitivity to the matter. You truly do love with all of your heart, don’t you, Admiral Weasley?”

Carewyn’s eyebrows knit tightly over her eyes in confusion, but she did not reply. Beckett put the Piece of Eight coin down in the row on his deck and rose from his chair, moving over to the decanter of red wine on the side table so he could pour a glass.

“I saw you with Captain Weasley, before you left Port Royal -- and of course, your reunion on-board the Dutchman, earlier today. I also heard quite a few interesting rumors circulated among our prisoners from Tortuga, speaking of your honor and the respect you showed them despite their criminal status...even moving a woman into a cell with her husband without being asked, if I’m not mistaken...”

His voice was very aloof and was tinged with a bizarre fascination, like an entomologist might have for a rare butterfly he’d pinned to his wall. Carewyn felt like her heart was being squeezed, but she dare not say anything.

Beckett finished pouring out two glasses of wine and put down the decanter so he could pick up both glasses.

“It’s not something I’m familiar with, that kind of concern for others.”

He offered the glass of red wine to Carewyn, his eyes boring into her face. Carewyn kept her face as blank as she could even though she could feel the blood leaving it as she took the glass of wine from him, but did not drink it.

“...I did not mean to displease you, Lord Beckett,” she said lowly.

Beckett’s eyes flickered again with that strange satisfaction as he took a sip from his glass of wine.

“On the contrary -- it’s only appropriate, for a woman to have a gentle heart.”

Carewyn stiffened sharply.

‘No. No, no, no -- !’

It was one thing for Rakepick to find out, but Beckett to know -- did Rakepick tell him? No, she said she wasn’t really doing any of this for Beckett -- should she deny it, Carewyn wondered? But if she did, and he caught her in a lie, could that make it worse -- ? 

Her hesitation made Beckett’s eyes gleam with greater satisfaction than ever.

“Then I was right,” he murmured. “I admit, I wasn’t sure. True, your voice is higher than one normally hears and you’re smaller than most, but I know first hand that means nothing. And your military record...had it not been for me having met and employed Patricia Rakepick previously, I would never have believed a woman could be so skilled in battle and strategy, nor so aggressive. But when Captain Weasley expressed such interest in me having hired a woman, and even went out of his way to bring it up to you...my interest was peaked. All the more so when I found out how truly useful you are, as an officer.”

Carewyn felt like she was drowning in horrifying, icy cold water. Beckett knew she was a woman -- he knew she was a woman, and could tell anyone about it, if he so chose. She’d not only lose her position -- the one thing that she had left that she could use to protect Jacob, Orion, Bill, Charlie, and Jules...but she’d be cast out in disgrace, leaving her with nothing -- possibly taking Percy along with her for having kept her true gender a secret --

Her blue eyes had drifted down to the floor absently, but were not focusing on anything.

Yet...Beckett had said nothing of his suspicions to anyone. True, he hadn’t known for sure...but why would he recommend her to the King as an Admiral, if he’d suspected?

And then it hit her.

She bowed her head, casting her eyes into shadow as she put down her untouched wine glass on the side table.

“...What do you want from me, Lord Beckett?”

Beckett raised his eyebrows but did not respond.

“You very easily could’ve gotten both Percy and me cast out of the Navy in disgrace,” she said, keeping her voice low in an attempt to try to keep it steady, “yet you’ve kept me and even helped get me promoted, presumably because I’m so ‘useful.’ What use do I have, for you?”

Beckett gave her something of a patronizing smile as he stepped forward, coming up right in front of Carewyn so that his chin rested just shy of her shoulder and he could look at her face out the side of his eye.

“Isn’t it obvious? You are an excellent Naval officer -- a leader and inspiration to those who serve under you. You’re world-renown for your honor, your courage -- your passion. You prompt people to fight with you -- for you -- with a loyalty that even the King of England himself cannot boast. Were you a man, you would be someone I’d be very threatened by, indeed. But since you are a woman...I can appeal to your heart.”

Carewyn could feel his breath sliding past her ear and she couldn’t help but cringe. She stubbornly refused to look him in the eye, keeping her gaze firmly on the floor.

“I’m afraid my disinterest in the once-Miss Farrier was not a one-off thing, Lord Beckett,” she said very dryly. “Romance is not something I think about very regularly.”

Orion’s face rippled over her mind, making her heart ache. Oh, if he were there, in that room -- the thought of him seeing her letting herself get pushed around by the man who’d branded him and sent the Navy after him for piracy...it made her feel ill.

Beckett’s lips curled up in a slightly tighter, almost miffed smile as he pulled away just enough that he was facing the wall behind her rather than looking at her face.

“...Oh...no, Admiral...you misunderstand me. I know I own no part of your heart...but Captain Weasley, he most assuredly does.”

Carewyn’s head shot up so she could look at him, her expression stricken despite herself.

“Your younger brother is not nearly as useful as you, but he has shown great dedication to me, since I threw him a bone and ensured his promotion. It’s a loyalty I hope that you will likewise show me...especially considering that both you and he have been given access to information that few others have been...and that I would do just about anything to ensure doesn’t become common knowledge...”

Carewyn stared at Beckett, her shock giving way to cold hatred. 

“So that’s it,” she murmured. “You’ll hold Percy’s and my lives and livelihoods over our heads, to make sure that I don’t surpass you, somehow. How I don’t know, considering that the Navy is not part of the East India Trading Company, nor shall it ever be, but clearly you feel loyalty is something to threaten out of people, rather than earn -- ”

“The only thing one can really earn in this world, Admiral, is money, and therefore power,” Beckett cut her off sharply, “and I have no intention of losing either, now that I’ve earned both of which I’m owed!”

He turned to look Carewyn straight-on in the eye, their faces mere inches apart. Gone was any hint of attempt at gentlemanly poise -- there was a hard edge to his gaze, not unlike the way he’d looked at Jones, but because he was actually an inch or so taller than Carewyn, he seemed to relish the power he had looking down at her both literally and figuratively.

“You will use your talents to serve my interests,” he said under his breath, “and I, in return, will continue to reward you and your brother, by ensuring that your careers and lives flourish under me. It’s just good business.”

At sundown, Beckett and Jules met at the tiny island agreed upon. Jules strolled down the long, narrow beach toward the shoreline where they were to meet, Jacob on one side of her and Orion on the other. She’d originally wanted Bill with her, but McNully was able to persuade her that she’d look that bit more intimidating to Beckett if she arrived in the company of two of the most wanted pirate captains in the world, and even Bill had to agree. Jules was determined to stand between Jacob and Orion, though, considering that there was still a lot of tension between them.

Jules had been furious with Jacob, when she’d learned about the deal he’d struck with Davy Jones. Even if he’d originally planned to give Jones “a Cromwell” as in Charles or Blaise Cromwell -- two objectively bad people who had been largely responsible for Carewyn and Jacob’s abusive, unloving childhoods -- Jules was also confident in thinking that Carewyn would be horrified, knowing that Jacob was willing to enslave another person to Davy Jones, just to find her. Jacob refused to feel guilty for that, but he clearly was destroyed by the knowledge that his choice had put Carewyn in so much danger. It was apparent from the way he talked about it and the way his hands and shoulders shook with silent sobs that Jacob would’ve sacrificed himself a hundred times over, if it would guarantee Carewyn wouldn’t be harmed.

Orion, by contrast, hadn’t said a word since Jacob told them what was going on. Throughout the entire conversation, he’d had his hands clasped tightly in front of him and kept his gaze downcast, even taking time to close his eyes for long periods of time as if he were meditating. Despite his silence and his detached affect, his usually stoic expression and unsteady breathing betrayed genuine anxiety. At one point, Bill brought a hand onto Orion’s shoulder to try to comfort him, and Orion actually subconsciously smacked his hand away.

“I’m sorry,” said the Captain quickly, his voice very hushed and tense as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose. “Just...please, don’t touch me.”

Bill, Charlie, and Jules all thought they could guess how Orion was feeling. Although the others had forcefully shot down the idea that Orion was the least bit responsible since he couldn’t have known the consequences of calling Carewyn by her real name, their words had done little to soften the Pirate Lord’s brow. If Orion’s past behavior hadn’t been indicative of how deeply he felt for Carewyn, then the way he clasped anxiously at his own hands and shut himself off from everyone else at the thought of her being doomed to spend the rest of her life trapped on board the Flying Dutchman made it crystal clear.

“Orion’s always valued his own freedom more than any kind of loot,” McNully murmured to the three Weasleys under her breath, “more than anything, really. And if he cares about the Commodore so much...”

“...He probably couldn’t bear it, if she lost hers,” finished Charlie, bowing his head and closing his eyes as they welled up with pain and righteous anger.

As Jules, Jacob, and Orion approached the shore, they caught sight of three people standing in the distance. The man in the middle dressed in black Orion identified as Cutler Beckett. On his left was an older woman as tall as Orion with hair as ginger red as Bill and Charlie’s that Jacob immediately recognized as Rakepick...and on his right was Carewyn, dressed in a new yellow-trimmed navy blue uniform and a black tricorn hat.

The three pirates stopped five feet away from the Head of the East India Trading Company and his two female companions, a notable sting of tension prickling at the air. Jules tried hard to keep her focus on Beckett, but her eyes were drawn to Carewyn despite herself. Although her friend faced Orion -- the person directly in front of her -- with a hard, stoic expression, she looked so pale. When Jules glanced over, she noticed out the side of her eye that Orion’s unreadable gaze was also locked on Carewyn, even as he took deep breaths through his nose and his hands clenched absently at his sides.

“Well, well,” said Beckett, his eyes narrowing darkly upon Orion’s face, “if it isn’t my old friend, Orion Amari.”

Orion glanced at Beckett out the side of his eye without turning his face away from Carewyn’s. Although his face remained rather calm, there was a faint edge to his soft-spoken response.

“...I did not think you were ever much in the market for friendship, Cutler Beckett...considering it’s something you cannot buy.”

His gaze returned to Carewyn. Beckett glanced from Carewyn to Orion, his lips curling up in a very cold smile.

“Ah, yes -- you and Amari are old friends also, aren’t you, Admiral Weasley?”

“Admiral?” repeated Orion, taken aback despite himself.

“Yes,” said Carewyn, and although her response was very cold, her eyes pulsed with emotion that she attempted to obscure by glancing to the side in Jacob’s direction rather than straight at Orion. “By order of the King, as a reward for my work alongside Lord Beckett.”

Jules could see Jacob’s jaw clench out the corner of her eye. She too felt like her heart was being squeezed. Carewyn no doubt hated her promotion with everything in her, if it was something she’d earned chasing after them on Beckett’s orders. Still...Jules couldn’t express that flat-out, so she put on the strongest expression she could.

“...I suppose congratulations are in order, then.” 

Carewyn flashed Jules a look. “I don’t want congratulations from you, Mrs. Weasley. Or should I call you ‘Your Majesty,’ now that you’ve started playacting as a royal?”

Jules’s lips came together tightly when she saw how broadly Beckett smirked. The small man’s reaction seemed to piss off Jacob too.

“You will show proper respect to the Pirate King,” he said with a fierce look at the Head of the East India Trading Company.

“Respect,” scorned Rakepick. “Is that a word you can even define, Black Jack?”

“As well as I could wring your neck, if I were allowed,” spat Jacob.

“I’m surprised your ‘Pirate King’ would want a man in her company who’s so comfortable threatening a lady’s life,” said Carewyn sharply.

‘Don’t start a fight with her,’ she thought desperately, praying that Jacob would be able to sense her intent even with the act she had to play. 

Unfortunately Jacob, as smart as he was, was never the best at reading people’s emotions -- and so when his narrowed eyes shot to Carewyn, she could see a flicker of pain. She surmised that even if he clearly didn’t think she believed what she was saying, it hurt him beyond reason, to see her having to defend the woman who’d tried to kill him.

Orion, however, very quickly adapted to the new method of “conversation,” fixing Carewyn with a calm, but piercing gaze.

“And I’m surprised that a honorable officer such as yourself would be so comfortable in the company of those with no honor whatsoever,” he said.

‘You’re in danger,’ Carewyn surmised he was trying to say. Her eyes narrowed upon Orion’s face.

“I beg your pardon?” she retorted. “I fail to see how a pirate has any leg to stand on, speaking of honor.” ‘What are you trying to tell me?’

“Even I have more honor than a captain who would burn an entire settlement to the ground,” murmured Orion. ‘Davy Jones.’

“Jones follows orders, as do we all...something else a pirate wouldn’t understand.” ‘What about Jones?’

"Orders...from Cutler Beckett, or from you? From what I’ve heard, you were on the Flying Dutchman yourself -- hardly a place one would expect to find Port Royal’s greatest hero.” ‘You must get away from Davy Jones. Get off of the Flying Dutchman.’

Carewyn’s blue eyes narrowed a bit more. First Rakepick wanted her off the Dutchman, and now Orion? Yes, Davy Jones was dangerous, but at present she found him much less of a threat than Beckett...

“A true hero knows that his reputation comes second to the good of the others,” she said very softly. “As does a loyal officer.” ‘I can’t leave.’

Something in Orion’s dark eyes flinched.

“Your older brother will be very disappointed, to know you’ve sold your loyalty so cheaply,” he said just as softly.

Carewyn felt her heart clench. She knew he didn’t mean Bill -- and yet the thought of both her surrogate brothers and Jacob was a silent knife to her back. She didn’t dare look at Jacob for fear her strong facade would crack, so she kept her focus solidly on Orion.

“I would think given your own history with Lord Beckett, you’d know full well how valuable of an ally he is, ” she shot back quickly, feigning temper as best she could, “and how dangerous of an enemy, as well. Both I and the brother who chose to follow the law rather than spit in its face are certainly glad for his aid, in ending your reign of terror.”

‘I can’t leave, not with what Beckett has over me and Percy. And if I do leave, then you’ll be in more danger than ever...’

Her eyes bore into Orion’s fiercely as she begged beyond reason he’d understand.

“...You may tell William...that I am no Bedlam maid in need of saving.”

‘You can’t help me. I love you.’

Deep in the depths of his sparkling black eyes, Carewyn could see a flicker of desperation, almost like anxiety. Afraid that Beckett might notice the crack in Orion’s expression, or in her own at the sight of it, she quickly whirled on Jules.

“He is the one who should stand down,” she said, her voice hardening further in an attempt to obscure her emotions. “All of you should, unless you wish to face down an entire armada.”

‘There are 34 Man O’ Wars waiting out there for you,’ she hoped Jules would be able to discern. Even if she didn’t know an armada had that many ships, Jacob and Orion would.

Jules, to her credit, matched Carewyn’s act with her own cold gaze. “Don’t underestimate us, Admiral Weasley. Both the British Navy and the East India Trading Company have done that consistently from the beginning.”

“And now we have come to the end,” said Beckett smoothly. “Of you and the rest of your Brethren.”

The others all turned to look at him. He flashed Orion a look better suited to a cockroach before redirecting his gaze onto Jules.

“Tell your Court this,” he said in an aloof, condescending voice. “You can fight, and all of you will die...or you can stand down, in which case only most of you will die. I daresay the Governor could be persuaded to spare you from the gallows, if you threw yourself on his mercy...and if I were to be merciful enough to leave out your new position, in my correspondence with the King...”

Jules’s dark eyes flashed with hatred as she strode forward, coming to a stop two feet from Beckett so she could glare right into his face.

“There are few things I can tolerate less than cowards who resort to blackmail just to make themselves feel powerful.”

She didn’t look at Carewyn, but Carewyn could sense Jules was thinking of her, as she said this.

“We will fight. And you’d best hope that we will show more mercy than you would, in our place.”

The Pirate King turned on her heel and walked away. With some reluctance, Orion and then Jacob turned away and strode quickly after her, leaving the other three alone on the shore.

“So be it,” said Beckett with a cold smile.

Carewyn couldn’t look at Rakepick or Beckett at her side. Her gaze was solidly locked on the departing backs of her brother, friend, and love as they began to shrink into the distance.

She’d never been very good at relying on or having faith in others...but in that moment, more than anything, she knew all she could do now was put her trust in Orion -- in Jules -- in Jacob -- in Bill and Charlie and all of the other pirates on Shipwreck Cove.

‘Please...please, be careful. Please be safe.’

In that moment of helplessness, she felt her heart ache all the more, watching Orion walk away. She closed her eyes, trying to bring back the memory of him standing shoulder to shoulder with her on the Artemis -- of him lying in bed as she tended to him, when they were young -- but it was no use. The graveness of the situation was too dire even for escapism...

Carewyn clutched her own arms behind her back. They suddenly felt so much heavier...as if there really were manacles there she couldn’t hope to break.

‘...Please...please live.’

On the opposite side of the island, both Jules and Jacob noticed the silent tears that had streaked down Orion’s face...but none had the heart to address it as they boarded the jollyboat that would take them back to the Artemis and to Shipwreck Cove.

At the same time that the pirates and the leaders of the British Navy were meeting, Davy Jones had been left behind on the Flying Dutchman with Percy supervising the troops. Beckett thought that Jones was threatened into line by how many soldiers were still guarding his heart, but thanks to Carewyn, Jones knew that Rakepick had stolen and relocated it. Now that he didn’t know where his heart was at all, he knew he couldn’t afford to move until he’d found it again -- and with Carewyn likely leaving the Dutchman with her new position as Admiral, it was likely it’d take a while before she could smuggle him any more information she might acquire about that. For the moment, though, Jones had put that concern on the back burner, for the Dutchman’s arrival near Shipwreck Cove gave him the opportunity to catch up with the Phoenix.

As luck would have it, when Jones phased through the Dutchman and onto the Phoenix, the ship was largely abandoned, since the crew had all gone ashore to Shipwreck Cove. The only person remaining was a small woman with long white hair, looking out to sea over the deck. In her hand was a pretty silver locket in the shape of a moon, the lid of which was cracked open so that a sweet, tinkling music box melody played.

Chia Dalma closed the locket half-way through the song, her eyes closing sadly as she clasped the locket close to her chest. She straightened up in shock, however, when she suddenly heard the rest of the tune echoing from behind her. She whirled around, to be faced with a giant, hulking shadow with writhing tentacles sprouting out from his jaw, holding an identical locket in his claw. Anyone would’ve been terrified at the sight -- but Chia looked upon the figure with tears in her eyes.

“Finn,” she breathed. Her lips were curled up in a weak smile, just as they had been before, but the joy was stained with so many other emotions -- grief, shame, and regret.

Davy Jones regarded Chia critically as he took several plodding steps toward her. “You know I haven’t been called that name in years.”

Chia bowed her head. “Nor have I been called my true name in years.”

Jones tilted his head, trying to read her expression better now she was looking away from him.

“I had not expected to find you like this,” he said very lowly. “You’ve never taken on such a small shape before.”

Chia’s eyes flashed with righteous anger as she raised her head. “That’s because this form is one I did not choose to take. It was thrust upon me by the Brethren Court.”

Jones straightened up slightly. His eyes narrowed to slits.

“...Then they did not kill or trap you. They transformed you.”

His voice was as low and growling as thunder. Chia clutched at the sides of her arms with her hands, her gaze smouldering with resentment as she glared down at the deck.

“Oh, but they did trap me,” she said bitterly, “trapped me in this single form, which can’t do even half of what I should be able to. I’ve been able to use what power I have to slow down the aging process, but this body still feels pain. This body still feels strain, and weakness, and hunger, and exhaustion, and longing...”

Something rippled over her eyes -- something more ashamed and pained.

“...I never knew...how much time truly weighs on a human,” she murmured.

Jones’s expression grew much more grim. “An immortal such as yourself should never have had to learn that.”

“Should never have had to, yes...but...”

She looked up at Jones, her gray eyes pulsing with strength despite the pain rippling within.

“...why did you not tell me, how long ten years felt for you? I have felt those ten years several times over, trapped in this tiny, fragile, helpless body every single moment -- and it’s...it’s been torture. To know you took the job I gave you -- only coming ashore once every ten years, so you could help me with the burden of tending to the dead at sea -- when ten years feels like that, to you -- ”

Chia’s eyes flooded with tears.

“I gave you the position of ferryman because I wanted to spare you from death,” she whispered. “Because if I didn’t give you that role and give you some of my power, you would’ve died. I’d never thought that those ten years would feel so long -- drain you so much...”

Jones was quiet for a long moment. Then he brought up his claw to brush her bangs from her eye.

“It’s only natural that you saw things the way an immortal would. Time is no object to you -- ten years no doubt felt like a small price to pay, in the face of your life span. And...”

His eyes became a bit smaller.

“...it’s not exactly like I wanted to die and be separated from you either. Even though part of me always doubted you’d be there waiting for me, when I returned...even though I resented you for years because you weren’t there...”

A ghost of a smile flickered over his features.

“...I know I shouldn’t have expected you to see things as I have -- to change yourself to suit me. If you did...you wouldn’t be the goddess I fell in love with, would you?”

Chia smiled up at Jones, her eyes shining with tenderness.

“I tried to make it back to you,” she murmured. “When the Court transformed me, I tried so hard to get there, to reach you...”

She extended her hands, tentatively trailing them along his tentacled face. Jones seemed to tremble at her touch.

“I know of the danger you’re in, Finn,” said Chia seriously. “As long as Cutler Beckett has your heart, I know you’re beholden to him. But I have allies among this newest Brethren Court. If they convince the others to break my chains, as I’ve foreseen they will...then as soon as I am free, I will come for you. I will make sure you and I are never separated again...and I will make sure your captors suffer the consequences, for hurting the man I love.”

As her small white hands held his face, Jones’s face and frame suddenly began to morph. In an instant, the slimy texture, the tentacles clinging to his face, and his claw all vanished -- and there stood the tall, handsome pirate she’d fallen in love with so long ago.

Finn McGarry’s face broke out into a broken, soft smile. He stretched out his hand, caressing his love’s human cheek with more gentleness than his claw ever could have.

“Calypso...” he murmured.

Chia’s face broke out into a full smile as well. She knew she couldn’t permanently remove the fishy transformation, as it was something that had mutated Jones over the many years they’d been apart, due to his heartbreak and grief...but seeing him looking so much like his old self after so long...it made her currently human heart swell with love.

“Just as you gave me your heart, when you became captain of the Flying Dutchman,” she murmured, “so too will you always have mine.”

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A/N: Thank you for appreciating my writing, you anonymous bunny~ thank you for requesting this, too. I enjoyed writing this! Please listen to THIS SONG for maximum angst (stan day6) and I hope this will make you hurt inside, in a good way hehe enjoooy~ ٩(๑>◡<๑)۶

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The office chair creaked beneath Kunikida's weight as he stretched his arms up after doing the day's work. His back feels heavy and his muscles sore from doing nothing but sitting and typing this week's report.

Putting his attention back to his computer and the afternoon sun reflecting on the screen, Kunikida squinted to check the time; he still have thirty minutes. While everybody else was rustling about and getting ready to head home, Kunikida decided to check his files and clean up some space on his drive. While doing so, he realized that he can't remember the last time he tidied up his files and quickly scolded himself for being so unorganized. With slender fingers, he clicked on every folders within folders, rummaging its contents and hitting the small button on his keyboard to delete the old items. With each unneeded gunk out of his system, he felt lighter as if his stress was being relieved along with his computer's storage.

Kunikida's eyes never left the screen even if his favorite eye-sore asked him if he's planning to sleep on his desk because he's too afraid to be late for tomorrow, in which he just replied with a deadpanned answer and demanded the man to leave him alone before he hangs him using the very same bandages covering the man's body.

Left in serene silence now, he was able to focus more on his work and in no time, he was almost done with it. The click of the mouse echoed in the empty office as Kunikida went on the folder for videos. He doesn't even know why he bothered since he knows for sure that he doesn't keep such things on his work computer but there it is; a file with a name composed of series of random numbers and letters stared at him from the opposite side of the screen. Kunikida's mind raced as to what the video might be and how it ended up on his computer in the first place. The pointer slowly made its way to the file, he clicked on it twice and the screen turned dark as the video player loaded its contents.

The ocean. The strong blows of wind muffled the sounds of the waves crashing into the shore and the birds cawing around. The camera panned throughout the entire beach, catching some people playing about under the hot sun. Kunikida's memory has started to piece together the beautiful scenery when suddenly, a voice in the video called out his name. The camera quickly turned to the source of the voice and when the lenses focused, his heart stopped. It's you. It's been so long since he has seen your face but yet, you still manage to steal his breath away with just your silhouette.

You waved cheerfully at the camera and he heard himself chuckle lowly. A bright smile plastered across your face as another wave rippled on your sandy feet. It's your first vacation. He remembered it now. He purchased the camera especially for this occasion.

"Aren't you going to swim?" You shouted at him, your face crinkled from the sun's harsh beam underneath your straw hat.

"Maybe later," his own voice boomed in reply. "It's still too hot, you'll get sunburned. Come sit here with me for a moment."

You ran towards him and the shade of the beach umbrella he was under. The sound of your giggles rang on the speakers of his monitor and clenched up on his chest. Your face moved closer to the camera and got out of frame, followed by a snappy sound. A kiss, he reckoned. He can actually almost feel the warmth of your lips as it closed in on his like you always do before and a jolt of pain stabbed in his chest. He wanted to look away, to pause the video and just delete it, but his fingers are frozen in place and his eyes are locked in on the scene in front of him as you moved back into frame with that sweet smile of yours that he fell for.

Kunikida kept on watching as the scene cut off to a view of the sunset. The sound shuffled as he flipped the camera to get the two of you in frame as you shared a kiss. In spite of the pain in his chest, he smiled as he recalled the memory of you.

He remembered how happy the both of you were this time. Even though Kunikida dreaded missing a day of work, he remembered being nothing but excited as he waited for the day of your vacation to come. He remembered how much his heart raced whenever he would see you, his mind clouded with the thought of wanting to be with you every second of the day. He remembered how much you loved him, how you would always whisper those sweet words to him in the most unexpected times, disturbing the butterflies in his stomach. He remembered all the times where he'll get out of the comforting warmth of the bed when you share a night together as he starts a new day. How you, despite being barely out of your dream state, would always wake up before he heads to the door to remind him once more of your love for him and wishes him to enjoy the day ahead. He remembered how those words being the only thing that got him through the day alright no matter what challenge he has to face. He felt like an idiot. An idiot for not saying those words back enough, for not appreciating how good you were to him, for breaking your heart.

Kunikida smashed the space bar, pausing the video to the image of the two of you embracing. His fists balled up as the ache in his heart grew and droplets of tears trickled down his cheeks. Kunikida cursed quietly, wiping the unwanted tears away and looked up to his screen once again. Why? Why is he hurting this way? He's the one who broke up with you. So, why?

He remember that time, too. He entered the room with a heavy heart but he has made up his mind about it. He's been thinking about breaking it up to you for weeks now and he figured that it's time to just face the fact that he's no longer in love with you. He remembered the look on your face when you've processed his words. The tears, the pleading, the quiet sobs– he remember it all.

"Stay," you repeatedly asked him as if you're praying to a deity for a miracle. But he didn't hear you. His foot stepped in front of the other without hesitation as he walked out of your room and your life. Admittedly, he was hurting back then, too. He did had some nights of crying himself to sleep but he knew that it's what was needed to be done.

Kunikida exited the video, shut down his computer and stood up from his chair. It's just a memory, he thought to himself, just an old memory romanticized by nostalgia. He'll get over it once he occupied himself with other important things, he convinced himself.

But by the next few days, he's still thinking about you. He's distracted everyday as the prickling pain on his chest never left him, no matter how much he drowns himself in his work. He was feeling more frustrated everyday as his mind nagged him to see you, to talk to you. He knew it'll probably make things worse but he couldn't think of any other way to settle his feelings. So, here he is, on the corner of Cafe Uzumaki, away from prying eyes and invasive ears. His cellphone on one shaky hand as he hesitantly call you. His thumb moved swiftly across the number pad, his muscles remembering the pattern with all the times he dialed the same set of numbers to hear your voice on the other line. Kunikida gulped thickly as he once again argued with his own logic. He clicked his tongue in defeat and pressed the call button.

He heard the first ring. Then, the second. You usually pick up around the fifth ring so he waited. Third ring. Does he really want to—

"Hello?"

Kunikida's heart beat painfully loud on his chest and his mind panicked upon hearing the familiarity of your voice. His hand shook harder and his throat tightened up as he felt so nervous, he could throw up.

"Hello? Who is this?" You asked once again.

With a couple puffs of shallow breath, Kunikida raised his phone up to his ear and forced his own voice out of his dry throat.

"H-Hi," he said timidly. "It's me. It's... Kunikida."

Footfall echoes as people come and go in Cafe Uzumaki, Kunikida's slim finger rubbed at the porcelain handle of his cup. His coffee has gone cold and his thoughts are too occupied with things to say and imaginary scenarios of how this meeting will go to demand for a refill. He was in the middle of another imaginary conversation with you when a voice softly called out his name.

"Kunikida-kun?" It sounded too real to just be in his head this time.

He caught a glimpse of someone standing in front of him through his peripheral and his emerald eyes slowly lifted up from your frame, stopping at the sight of your smiling face. You're beautiful. You always have been. He keep trying to forget but you're just as beautiful as the day he first loved you.

When he didn't said anything and just stared at you, you took it upon yourself to sit yourself down across from him on the booth. A kimono-clad lady came by shortly, asking for your order. Mocha latte, you said politely. A drink you've always been fond of, just like before, Kunikida thought.

"So," you said coldly, breaking off the silence, "are you just going to stare at me or what?"

His face contorted into a mixture of shock and a concerned frown. Of course you're still angry at him, what was he even expecting? That you'll just run towards him and wrap him in a tight embrace like he didn't shattered your trust and crushed your heart?

Then all of a sudden, you brightly laughed at him. "I was just kidding, Kunikida-kun. You're always so easy to tease."

He stuttered in surprise, weren't you mad at him? Through his disbelief, Kunikida's face soften as he continue to stare at your giggling form. A small smile made its way to his lips as he feel warm inside. He have always had a weak spot for your smile and laughter. Just seeing you happy like this made him forget that things are different now.

"It's been, what," you mused after calming down from your jesting, "two years since we've seen each other? I feel so old now."

The waitress came back with your order in hand and you bowed politely in gratitude. You mirrored Kunikida's earlier actions as you fiddled with the handle of your cup, took a few sips of your drink and waited for him to return the conversation.

"I'm sorry for making you come here. I just, uh, I saw our old video. Our first vacation. Do you remember that?" Kunikida finally said, eyes falling back down on his cold coffee. It's been so long since he has to say his feelings out loud, it feels suffocating and liberating at the same time.

"It was on my computer. I don't even remember how it got there but," he continued, not really waiting for your answer as he unravel his thoughts. "I just can't stop thinking about you since then. About us."

A gloomy cloud descended on your booth as you realized Kunikida's sentiment. The atmosphere around you began to feel heavy, nostalgic and sad. You said nothing but your heart ached inside your ribcages as flashes of memories– the good and the bad– played in your head like a movie.

"I think I made a mistake, (Y/N)." Kunikida said in almost a whisper, "I made a mistake."

"Kunikida-kun, I—"

"I want you back, (Y/N). I want us back. We were happy, you know? We were so happy together and we had it all. You loved me more than anyone ever did and I— I threw it all away. I don't even know why I just had to fuck it all up." Kunikida groaned and buried his face on one hand as he tried to conceal the tears that his eyes can't hold back anymore. He cursed under his breath as he failed to compose himself despite feeling like an absolute fool for crying in front of you like this. But he just can't stop. His chest felt like it's going to burst from all the emotions he was repressing. He just can't stop his heart from hurting, no matter what his logical brain is telling him.

You let him crumble down in front of you. To say that you were heartbroken when he left you is an understatement but you never harbored any ill will towards Kunikida. You took no pleasure in hearing his regretful words and watching him hurt like this. You knew that the both of you are just victims of the circumstances; victims of fate and wrong timings. Neither one of you is at fault. It just wasn't meant to be.

"Listen, Kunikida-kun," you took his free hand and held it firmly on both of yours. "You are one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me. You are one of the greatest men I've ever met. You're right, we were so happy back then and sometimes, I still wonder if I can ever have that again."

Kunikida looked up at you, the tightness in his chest still making it hard for him to breath. His eyes are swollen and the tears still wouldn't stop from dropping down his face but the feeling of your hand on his is such a comforting feeling. For a brief moment, he remembered how you used to hold him like this when he's upset, your loving voice calming him down from any nightmares and just you staying by his side until he was alright is his remedy for any traumatic experience he obtained from saving lives. How amazing it is that you still have that effect on him after all this time.

"But what happened to us also taught me a great lesson about life, and love, and about myself. I could say that I'm a better person now because of that experience. I regret nothing, Kunikida-kun. I don't want you to, as well. Don't think of me and feel regrets about the what-if and the what-could've-been. I want you to feel happy. Be happy that it happened," you continued and Kunikida's eyes flickered as more tears came down. "We got to experience something that other people would spend their whole lives seeking. We got to share something so special that we will carry it with us through the rest of our lives. I'm glad, you know. I'm just really glad that I get to do that with you. I'm glad that it was you, Kunikida-kun."

Your voice broke off as you say his name, tears of unknown reason started to run down your face as well in spite of the kind smile you have. Kunikida's eyes widen for a second, understanding what your wise words mean. It means he's not getting you back. It means his chance had passed and no matter what he does, he knows that things will just stay the way they are. No amount of apology or regret will bring you both back at the time where your love for each other is as bright as the sun that was shining on that one vacation day.

His jaw clenched as another stabbing pain jolted on his chest. "I understand," he said and managing to muster a smile. "I understand," he repeated although it was more to himself this time.

"Thank you for calling me," you said, rubbing your thumbs against his skin. "I'm really happy to see you again. I'm glad we got to talk."

"Yeah. Me too," Kunikida gave you a half-hearted smile. He wanted to say more but there's nothing he can say to change what's already on your mind. He just have to accept it. If there's anything that he can do for you right now, it's to let you be happy even if that doesn't include him.

"Anyway, I've got to go," you said, patting his hand gently before letting go. You stood up from your chair, left some money for your drink on the table and slinged your bag on your shoulder. "Take care, Kunikida-kun."

His eyes met yours one last time, an expression of a certain kind of fondness can be seen on both of your eyes. A silent agreement was made in that moment as you lingered on his presence; an agreement to part but to still cherish the other deep in your hearts for as long as you live. Kunikida stood up from his seat, gingerly walked towards you and gave you a hug.

"Thank you," he whispered softly. You placed a hand on his back and returned his embrace, rubbing it in comfort.

Kunikida loosened his arms around you and let you go. He let you go as he also freed himself from you. He watched as you smiled, turned around and walked away. He envisioned himself that one night, when he turned and walked away from you too despite your cries for him to stay with you. Kunikida can't help but scoffed at the irony of it all.

He sat back down when you disappeared out of the door. He doesn't know if he'll ever have the courage to heal from all this and call to see you again without hurting anymore. He looked outside at the evening sky, his surroundings looked different as hues of purple and pink tinted the whole city. Kunikida exhaled, thanking that he can see the big picture now, it's just a shame that he had to move so far back to the point that he can't go back just to see how perfect it was.

[sunbellylou]

ask for writers !!

thank you @tomlinvelvetfics​ for tagging me! and thank you @soldouthaz for making this tag!

1. describe how you first started writing and when you first posted: i’ve been writing for years now, i started with het (ew!) 1d fics in portuguese back in 2011, it was actually those little imagines we used to write, don’t know if anyone remembers hehe. i posted them on a facebook page i was part of and i remember the first thingy i wrote was something with niall, but i really don’t remember any details (but was probably bad as heck since i was 11).

my first larry fic i probably wrote around 2012 when i found out the gay fanfics world haha, i don’t remember what it was or anything tbh, in my head i always wrote and posted gay fanfic.

my first fanfic in english was a little one shot (like 400 words honestly), it was a translation of a previous work i wrote portuguese. i posted it a year and a half ago and it’s called playground love (please don’t look).

2. which of your characters do you typically resonate most closely with? do you base any characters off of yourself?:  i usually write from harry’s pov because i love love l o v e describing louis and how angelic he is, so usually i tend to see louis as this ethereal ish character, cause it’s usually about harry falling in love with him. so whether i like it or no, i tend to be closer to harry’s characters in my fics, i always like to put a bit of myself on him and make the character real, you know?

3. where do you often find inspiration?: honestly? anything! i’ve written fics inspired by tumblr posts, tweets, pictures, songs, movies, things that happened in my real life, books. i literally wrote a pwp because i couldn’t stop thinking about leather pants (go read my robin hood au).

4. has quarantine helped or hindered your writing process?: in the beginning it was really helping me, i’d stay up till 4am everyday just writing like crazy, but then i got into the worst writer’s block and didn’t write shit for months. (and of course right when i started getting new ideas, i started working so i have no free time).

5. do you listen to music/noise while you write or do you prefer silence? always listen to music, all the time. i can’t do anything without music. mostly because my brain is a mess and music helps me concentrate. i usually go for some chill songs, some indie pop and stuff.

6. what is your biggest writing pet peeve in your writing or in general?: oh my god, when i’m writing and two or more paragraphs start with the same word, one after the other. it drives me crazy!!!! and sometimes i spend hours looking for ways to word differently the sentences, just so i don’t have two paragraphs starting with “the”.

also when my paragraphs are two (or one) lines long, i can’t! it has to have three or more lines.

7. describe your ideal writing setup: at the dining table, in the middle of the night, with some soft music playing in the background and some popcorn with me!

8. favorite time of day to write?: well, just said it hehe i like writing at night.

9. favorite genre to write + one you’d like to try writing in the future?: woah, that’s tough because i literally write any genres! i really love writing fantasy and horror stuff, but i feel like it’s not really well accepted in the fandom? (spec horror). and when people like it, they only read from bigger authors so i usually keep myself from writing those. aaand tbh i probably already wrote most of fic genres out there, so there isn’t much left to try.

10. do you struggle with writer’s block? how do you typically overcome it?  i’m writer’s block bitch and i do not know how to overcome her

11. what is the easiest part of your writing process and the most difficult? outlining tbh, i usually don’t (and it comes back to kick me in the ass). i always have too many ideas at the same time and can’t stick to one, so outlining and finding the right plot is really hard.

12. how do you come up with original characters? (if applicable): lately i haven’t really had the chance to come up with ocs, but when i wrote original books (not fanfics and stuff), i usually started with the gender and one outstanding personality trait and went from there.

13. what is your favorite and least favorite word?  i love the words ethereal and breeze, omg you’ll find them A LOT on my fics. and my least favorite word is growl.

14. what is one thing about your writing that you’re really proud of and one thing you hope to continue working at?: i think i describe the vibez in the scene really well, it’s my favorite thing to do. and i need to work more on building my sentences, because theyre always supermessy.

15. what work of yours has your favorite ‘verse/world building? how did you come up with it?:  definitely the fic i’m working on right now! i’m putting so much work on the world building since it’s a fantasy fic, so i’m planning every little detail about it. i hope other people like it too when they read it !!

16. what font and size do you write in? single spaced or double?: comic sans, 12pt, single spaced. don’t come at me.

17. what is a typo(s) you find yourself making consistently?: because english isn’t my first language, i always change like ‘th’ for ‘d’ (because it has a similar sound in portuguese), so catch me typing ‘de’ instead of ‘the’ or ‘dey’ instead of ‘they’.

18. (if applicable) do you separate fic writing from fandom?: i didn’t understand the question so i’m pretending i never read it hehe

19. what emotion is your favorite to write? which is the most difficult?: my favorite to write is probably,,, love/adoration, like harry looking at louis like he’s the whole world and thinking about how amazing he is? i love it.

and the most difficult is probably anger, i find it really hard to write like fights and stuff like that because usually i make the characters sound more sad than angry.

20. what is one thing you hope readers always take away from your works?: i never thought about that but,,, i hope they start finding joy in small things that happen in their day. that’s something i use a lot in my fics and i think it’s very important to bring it to real life. like enjoy that late night tea, showering in the morning, spending a summer day in the house, cleaning, etc.

21. what is the best and worst writing advice you’ve ever received?: i think the best advice is one i got from someone i no longer talk to, they told me this when i first started writing in english and it is to stop trying to write fancy or like native english speakers, because it’s much better to write simple sentences that i’m confident about than write sentences with words i barely know how to use.

and the worst advice is TO OUTLINE! i know i should maybe i dont know but leave me alone, i hate outlining bye

22. which one of your works would you most want to see turned into a film/television show?:  ok so,,, it’s a book i wrote like three years ago with original characters. it’s called great evil and i wrote it in portuguese. it’s full of violence and acid humor, about a very evil and sarcastic demon and an angry hunter. (one day i’ll translate that book and turn it into a larry fic)

23. do you write scenes chronologically or out of order?: chronologically. always

24. how do you handle criticism?: really bad. please be careful with what words you use. i’m already really hard on myself when it comes to my writing, so sometimes someone says something and (it might be dramatic but) i feel my world crumbling and i want to stop writing right away.

25. what is the advice you would give to someone who is looking to start writing?:  just,,, do it. there’s no right or wrong way to do it. there’s no such thing as too much or too little, bad or good plots. every idea is a good idea. write it for yourself, write something you like. go ahead and just do it. there’s always someone out there who will enjoy your work, no matter what.

26. what kind of feedback on your work always makes your day?: any comments make my day tbh, if you comment on my fic i’ll be forever grateful and will be smiling like a fool the whole day. honestly, even a “omg i loved it” comment can make my day.

27. which fic ‘verse of your own would you most like to exist in? which fic’s characters would you most like to befriend?: the one i’m writing 100%, please i want to live in a fantasy world. i wanna live in the water kingdom and have faerie louis as my king please.

and i’d like to befriend louis from my fic kiss me in your chevrolet, he’s a sweetheart and i must protecc.

28. what do you always enjoy getting asks about/wish people would ask about more?: anything! i rarely get asks so anything is good hehe

29. what has writing added to your life? how has it changed you?: it’s such a big part of my life, i spent all my teenage years writing and it really is what built my personality. it helped me being more creative with all aspects of my life and take life lightly, enjoy little things and moments. 

30. why do you write?: i just love having ideas and putting out there, playing with words and finding new ways to describe daily things.

boost yourself + tags!

1a. share the last sentence you wrote:

The path through the dense forest, covered in slippery rocks and burning trees is already difficult enough, but it becomes ten times worse when you’re being pestered by small, demonic creatures. 

2a. describe the wip you’re most excited about:

i’m honestly only working on one fic right now and i’m super duper excited about it

3a. share the piece of dialogue from one of your works you’re most proud of:

"I mean, I still don't plan on watching Star Wars, so…" 

The boy groans playfully, throwing his head back and Louis' eyes are suddenly really interested in the column of the guy's throat. 

"Americans really have no culture." He shoulders Louis slightly, warmth spreading through Louis' dainty shoulder and making him trip to the side lightly. With a faux outraged scoff, Louis waves a dismissing hand. 

“What do British people know about culture? All you do is drink tea and talk about the weather all day,” Louis teases with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Also, Star Wars is American, just so you know.” He rolled his eyes playfully, feeling surprisingly comfortable in his presence.

Skater Boy sighs comically, shaking his head, his wavy locks falling gracefully on the sides of his face and Louis can’t stop thinking about how soft his hair must be. 

“You got me there.”

not posted but i kinda like it (i’m not really good with dialogues, so it was really hard to find one lmao)

4a. share the best first and last lines from your work(s): I will do only those that are already published:

best first lines are from a halloween fic i never finished: 

Louis’ blue eyes snap open. His heart pounds fast inside his rib cage, making something as easy as breathing almost impossible. Sweat drenches his body and he feels like drowning. He feels too awake and wary as his breathing calms down, as well as his grips on the sheets under him loosen.

best last lines are from my 2019 BLFF there’s more than one place to call home: 

Their life was utter chaos, and they were definitely complete opposites, and sometimes Harry wished Louis would just shut the hell up, but at the same time, Harry wouldn’t change a single thing about his life, because he had Louis, and that was all that mattered to him. 

5a. link the last fic you read: it was the devil's in the details by @raspberryoatss​

6a. link the last work you published: you could take a lick (but it’s too cold to bite me)

7a. link to your ao3 (if applicable): cinnamons

8a. someone that inspires you: louis hehe 

9a. a comfort fic/work that you’ve been grateful for this year: tbh i don’t read a lot of fics, but there’s this work a friend of mine wrote. it was in portuguese and she ended up deleting it but it’s amazing.

10a. other writers that you’d like to tag! @bottomlwt @raspberryoatss 

[vivpurple7]

Title: Bulletproof | Chapter 1

Summary: The secretary and right-hand woman for the CEO of JinHit Entertainment suddenly breaks down and everything is falling apart. Can you, a mere intern, be able to to piece things back together for Seokjin as his new right-hand woman, at work, and at home?

Pairings: Kim Seokjin x female reader

A/N: I just wanted to gauge interest and to see if I should continue writing... This is one of my first fics in a very long time, plus its about BTS, which I’ve never written before about. Please kindly provide feedback and love! I would really appreciate it! If there’s enough interest I’ll continue writing this series Also I am in no way experienced in office work, orphans or orphanages. 

This first chapter is mainly background and foundation, nothing too interesting, but will lead up to more interesting things!

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 |

As the sun set behind you basking everything that it can touch in a beautiful warm glow, you jog with determination to your destination. Just another block ahead. I’m almost there, wait for me for just a little longer! The air begins to sting your face, your lungs begin to feel like they’re going to burst, and your legs begin to falter as you turn the last corner. You see the familiar old gate that you’ve come to grow up looking through from the other side, and then you see all the little chubby faces that burst into jubilant smiles as they see you approach them. Home.

Catching your breath just outside the gate, the children of the orphanage that you grew up in come gathering around you, jumping and excitedly grabbing you to try to get you to play with them. You manage to get yourself upright before you hear the comforting voice of Auntie break through the shrieks and laughter of excited children. “Welcome home, Y/N!” She gives you the warmest smile that instantly makes your heart warmer than the sunset glow could. “I’m home, Auntie! How are you? The kids? The others? Anything I can do to help?” You can’t help but run towards Auntie and wrap her into a giant bear hug.

Auntie’s real name was Lee Mi-Sa, who was the owner of the Little Miracles Orphanage and has provided a loving and warm home to all the children in need that has passed through those gates. She never liked being called Mom, because she said, “That’s a special name for that someone who will love you like no other, so make sure you save it until then”.

You were dropped off at the orphanage when you were still an infant, no recollection of what happened before. However, Auntie said that your parents had left you with a neighbor that day, and never made it back home to pick you up. They found out later that your parents were involved in a terrible accident on their way home to pick you up. Since there were no other relatives nearby, you were dropped off at the orphanage. So you spent your childhood playing in the dirt, making dresses for your dolls out of scrap fabric, and getting into scuffles with the boys when they pulled your hair. But one after the other, your friends kept leaving with new families, new beginnings. Every year, the person that slept next to you changed, until finally, you were 12 and too old to really have a chance of being adopted. Instead of moping around and waiting for someone to save you, you tried to save yourself by helping out around the orphanage with Auntie. Helping the children get ready in the morning, cleaning small cuts and wounds when they tripped and started crying, patching up hand-me-downs so that the little ones can still wear them. Time kept passing until you were 18. “Y/N-ah, I don’t know what we would have done without you. Remember that this will always be your home, and I will always be here to comfort you and listen to your worries, like always.” Tearful goodbyes as you stepped outside of the gate you grew up looking through, and you went on to continue with your independent life.

You didn’t know how you managed, but with your parent’s savings, your part-time job income, and a small token from Auntie, you graduated college. Now in your twenties, you’re ready to tackle the world head-on. 

“I’m doing just fine Y/N-ah. Don’t worry about me. Come in, come in, we’re just about to start dinner. Did you know, the other day-” Auntie links arms with you as she leads you into the building, animatedly telling you about the latest shenanigans of the children.

“Now, tell me how’s it going with you.” Auntie places down a steaming cup of tea in front of you as you sit across from her in her office after dinner. You nervously brush your hair and tuck a stray strand behind your ear. “Well, you know, I found a-a job…” stuttering, you reach for your cup of tea thinking that it may help calm the nerves. Auntie sat across from you, patiently waiting for your answer, never pushing you, and waiting until you were ready. “So you know, how I really wanted to work at this big company? I don’t know how it happened, but I got the job…” you sneak your glance towards Auntie, to see how she would react. “Congrats Y/N! I always knew you could do it! When do you start?” “Tomorrow.”

JinHit Entertainment. The looming building somehow already emanates how powerful that name is right now in the entertainment industry. You gulp nervously as you walk across the crosswalk towards the building. I can do this. Whatever may be handed to me, I can do it. Fighting! The sliding doors open with a quick whoosh and suddenly, you’re standing at the line that differentiates your world and that world. You take another deep breath, strengthening your resolve before taking that first step across the threshold. You can’t help with internally gawk at the interior design. Sleek, innovative, minimalistic are all words that first come to your mind. You finally reach the front desk, where you’re met with a beautifully kept together and a rather stoic secretary. “How may I help you?”

You try to put on your best smile. “H-Hello! My name is Y/L/N, Y/F/N. I’m the new intern. The email said to report to…” before you could finish, the secretary handed you your nametag on a lanyard. “Go through these security gates by scanning your barcode on this tag, and then turn left for the elevators. Head up to the 11th floor.” She doesn’t even look at you as she’s explaining. “O-okay. Thank you!” You quickly grab the nametag, half-expecting her to take it back just as quickly as she gave it to you.

You enter the elevator and realize that JinHit has a lot of staff, as each floor loads and unloads 5 to 10 people. You stand in the corner, trying to take up as little room as possible, but can’t help sneaking a peek every now and then. Wow, they all look so professional. Woah, all the girls here are so pretty! Damn, the guys here aren’t that bad looking either! A blush starts to form on your cheeks as your thoughts linger on all the good-looking staff. I heard that the CEO was really good-looking too, I wonder if that’s true too. You realize as you reach the 9th floor, everyone exits the elevator, except you. Just before the door closes, someone steps inside the elevator with you. He goes to press the button but realizes its already been pressed. He straightens up and looks at his watch. Woah…this guy is on a totally different level than all the other staff members. You realize you’ve been staring at this beautiful stranger, taking in his ethereal beauty when he glances over at you. You lighteningly fast turn away and find the wall on your right infinitely interesting as you recall his perfectly set jawline, gentle yet stern brown eyes, his perfectly plump lips, and what must be a perfectly toned body under that expensive-looking tailored suit. And do I smell a light citrusy but clean scented cologne? You’re so caught up with your overwhelmed senses that you barely realize that you’ve reached the 11th floor. The gentleman steps out first, seemly in a hurry, and you meekly follow out of the elevator a couple seconds after him.

You watch Mr. Handsome stride towards the secretary desk, where a well put together lady dressed in a smart pink suit set sits. She stands up at attention and immediately rushes around the corner to tend to whatever Mr. Handsome just sternly told her to do. He looks down at his watch again, muttering to himself as he walks towards two wooden doors directly across from the secretary desk, opens them with ease, and walks inside. The two wooden doors thump together as they close and your jaw drops to the floor when you realize that the gold nameplate attached to the doors says Kim Seokjin, CEO. Ms. Pink Suit Lady comes around the corner and spots you. She smiles politely at you and directs a small bow towards you “Ah, you must be Y/N. Nice to meet you. My name is Misoo and you’ll be my intern starting today. I look forward to working with you!” You’re stunned for a moment longer before you gather your wits, and you scramble to bow back and reply. “Yes, hello Misoo-nim, I’m Y/N, your new intern. I look forward to working with you too!” You get back up from your bow, and you see that Misoo is directing you to go behind the desk. “So, shall we get started?”

[moistmailman]

Writer Blake AU

Blake, sighing: Look Ozpin, I’m not asking for much.

Ozpin, drinking his coffee: I know you’re not, Ms. Belladonna, but I just can’t have you leeching onto one of my staff members for a week.

Blake, scoffing: I won’t be leeching! I will just be following them around everywhere they go all day long.

Ozpin, raising an eyebrow:........

Blake, sighing: Okay, I know how that sounds, but I really need this. I’m writing an detective drama book about hunters/huntresses and seeing how one acts will really help me make a better characterization for the main character. So you gotta help me.

Ozpin, sighing: Again, I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t. My staff already has a lot on their plates as it is, and I don’t want to stress them more with having someone watch them as they work. Why can’t you go to another academy for help?

Blake: Because Beacon is obviously the best academy in the world, with the best staff, and best headmaster most importantly. *bat eye lashes*

Ozpin:.....the other academies turned you down too, didn’t they?

Blake, sighing: Maybe.

Ozpin: Look, Ms. Belladonna, I wish I could help you, I truly do, but I just can’t have a civilian walking around my campus all day. I hope you understa—

Glynda, on the pager: Professor Ozpin, Ms. Nikos is on her way up.

Ozpin, smiling: Excellent, the girl’s is right on time too. If you will excuse me for one moment, Ms. Belladonna, I have some important matters to attend to.

Blake, sighing: Sure, go ahead.

*The elevator’s doors dings before opening, revealing a tall redheaded woman with vivid green eyes, and a warm and friendly aura surrounding her*

Blake, slightly blushing: O-oh my....

Ozpin, smiling politely: Ms. Nikos, it’s a pleasure to see you again.

Pyrrha, shaking Ozpin’s hand: Thank you, sir. It’s a pleasure also.

Ozpin: First things first is I’ll like to congratulate you on your graduation. I’m very proud of you.

Pyrrha: Thank you, Sir. It means a lot. Beacon was a very friendly school, and I’m very grateful that I decided to join.

Ozpin: That warms my heart to hear. So anywho, you’re hear for your first huntress mission, aren’t you?

Pyrrha, smiling: That’s why we’re having this meeting now, isn’t it.

Ozpin: Of course. *ahem* Okay, well your first mission is a long one, should take around a week to do, but it’s pretty straight forward, simple and pays well. It should be a great first starter mission for you.

Pyrrha, smiling: That sounds grand......o-oh, hello there, ma’am. I didn’t see you there.

Blake, slightly jolting: Huh? What? A-are you talking to me?

Pyrrha, smiling beautifully: Well of course I am. What’s your name?

Blake, blushing: O-oh, uhm, m-my name? It’s uhm....my name is Uh.....er.....m-my name is.....

Ozpin, to the rescue: This young lady is Blake Belladonna, an inspiring writer.

Pyrrha: Oh really?

Blake, grateful: Y-yeah, t-that’s m-my n-name. You’re a pleasure— I-I’m mean it’s a pleasure to meet you!

Ozpin: Blake here is writing a drama detective book about hunters/huntresses, and wanted to know if she could tag along with one of my staff members to learn about them.

Pyrrha: Oh, that sounds really interesting. I can tell you take passion with your work if you’re willing to actually study about hunters/huntresses to make your book better.

Blake, blushing and twiddling with her hair: T-thank you. T-that means a lot.

Ozpin: Unfortunately my staff is too busy with their work to help Ms. Belladonna.

Pyrrha: Oh, that’s unfortunate.

Ozpin: Yeah, it is......*light bulb* Oh wait. I have an idea. How about she tag along with you?

Pyrrha: Hmm?

Blake, blushing madly: Wait what?

Ozpin, smiling: That sounds like a fantastic idea actually. As I said, your first mission is easy, but long, being perfect for Ms. Belladonna to get the research she needs for her story. What do you say?

Pyrrha: Uhm...sure, I don’t mind. I mean, as long as Blake is alright with it of course. Is that alright with you?

Blake: W-wait, s-so I’m going to tagging along with her for an entire week....a-alone?

Ozpin: For the most part, yes.

Blake: *Gay hyperventilating*

Pyrrha: Will that be alright with you though?

Blake, squeaking: Yep! Totally okay! No problems from me! Absolutely non whatsoever! I can’t wait!

Ozpin: That’s great! Anyway, Ms. Nikos, if you will please report to Glynda and she will give you all of the info for your mission. If you will please join her, Ms. Belladonna.

Blake, an awkward mess: R-right! Right-o! Rightoroni! Let’s do this!

Pyrrha, walking out: Well it’s going to be nice to have some company during this. At least I won’t be bored. I hope you can get the info you need for your book.

Blake, walking with her: Y-Yeah, m-me too. Me too! Can’t wait!

*3 days later*

Ozpin, in his scroll: Ms. Belladonna. How has your adventure been?

Blake: It’s been great. Pyrrha is absolutely amazing and sweet. Im glad I could tag along with her.

Ozpin: That’s wonderful news. So, are you getting enough info for you drama detective book?

Blake: Oh, about that, I’ve decided to change the genre of it.

Ozpin: Really? What’s your story about now?

Blake, blushing awkwardly: Its a uhm, a smut piece about a huntress falling in love with a faunus civilian.

Ozpin:...........

Blake:...........

Ozpin:.....alrighty then. Great talk.

Blake: Thanks. You too.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Swap Meat: Final Part

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,980

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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To celebrate, Sam wanted to go to a bar and get drunk since he saw this as a win. Sam wanted to go to a bar and get drunk. Dean never said no to a glass of alcohol, but you were very suspicious already. Instead of drinking, you kept your sobriety intact as you stared at Sam from across the table.

“Here you go, guys,” the waitress said when she came over, handing out more drinks.

“You know, do me a favor, sweetheart. Would you bring me a cheeseburger with extra bacon? And fry an egg on top of it, would you?”

“Absolutely,” she grinned.

“Ooh, that—that sounds good. Ditto,” Sam smiled.

“Be right back with your order,” she grinned, turning to leave.

“Okay, who are you and what have you done with Sam?” you asked, cutting to the chase.

“W-what do you mean?” he stuttered.

“Bacon cheeseburgers now?” Dean asked.

“I don't know. I eat them, don't I? Anyways, we are celebrating,” he grinned, lifting his glass in a toast.

“Yeah, I guess. Another one bites the dust. Nice work today.”

“You too. I had a, uh, really awesome day, man. Seriously,” he downs his drink. “Whoo! Sweet.”

“A really awesome day?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

“It was a random, D-list ghost hunt. That’s—that's awesome to you?”

“I can't be in a good mood?” Sam shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess, I just… No, actually. It's not really your style, Sam,” Dean shrugged.

While they talked, you looked at the cell phone next to Sam’s hand, and you got an idea. Taking out your own phone, you secretly dialed Sam’s number and watched it while yours rang to see if it lit up.

It didn’t.

Looking at Sam, you glared threateningly since this wasn’t Sam, and this proved it.

“Wow, you know, is it just me, or are we actually drinking together?” Dean chuckled.

“We don't do it that often, huh?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Well, we should. You're a good guy, Dean,” Sam smiled.

“Oh, you are drunk,” Dean smiled.

The waitress came back with the burgers with a smile.

“Enjoy,” she said as she left.

“No, but I mean it. You really are a good guy,” he takes a bite of his burger. “Mmm! The bread alone! Mmm!”

Looking around the bar, you noticed a blonde woman was checking out Sam, and he seemed to notice it too. He finished his burger quickly before excusing himself. He approached the woman and began talking to her, and that is when you said something.

“Dean, that isn’t Sam.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“No, it’s really not him. I called him, and his phone didn’t even light up. It’s not him. It’s not a demon or a shapeshifter, but it’s definitely something because that is not your brother,” you said, watching as Sam left with the woman.

He stopped by the door and turned to you two with a huge smile.

“We're gonna do it!” he laughed, looking like he scored a big one.

“Yeah, that’s not Sam,” Dean nodded.

Since Sam was out all night doing God knows what with that poor woman, you and Dean decided to pretend to be asleep since you had a feeling Sam wasn’t finished with you two just yet. There was something so peaceful about this night, but your powers told you that something wasn’t right. There was someone in this room, and they didn’t have good intentions. Right before something bad could happen, you shot awake with your eyes bright blue. Your hand shot out in front of you, and you flung Sam across the room and into the wall.

“You're not Sam. Who the hell are you?” you yelled just as Dean ‘woke’ up.

“Ow!” Sam complained.

Keeping him against the wall with your magic, you let Dean tie him up until you knew he wasn’t going anywhere. As soon as it was safe, you released him from your magic, but the color in your eyes never faded since you were pissed. Now that the gig was up, he looked really scared, almost to the point of crying. Dean used the motel’s phone to check his voicemail—all of which were Sam telling him that the person you were with wasn’t him.

“Alright, either you start talking or I start hurting,” you threatened, getting in the man’s face.

“Oh, my God. Please, don't hurt me. Please! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!” the imposter cried.

“Hey, pull it together, champ,” Dean scoffed.

“I don't want to die. I don't want to die.”

“Where is Sam?” you asked.

“In my—my friend's basement. His parents are out of town.”

“Parents? How old are you?”

“17.”

“17? Huh,” Dean scoffed.

Before anyone else could say a word, Dean was thrown back into the wall, hitting his head on a painting which knocked him right out. There was a teenage girl in the middle of the room, and before she could use her powers on you, you blasted her with a ball of magic before running to Dean.

“Dean, wake up,” you whispered, placing your glowing hand on his head.

“Nora?” the imposter asked.

The teenage girl got up, dusted off her jacket, used her demonic powers on you to hold you still, and turned to her apparent friend.

“Not at the moment.”

She kept her focus on you before untying her friend with a wicked smile.

“Boy, you earned your dessert tonight, kiddo. Tell me, what is it you want? Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Lay it on me,” she chuckled.

“I want to be a witch. For real. And really powerful.”

“No, you don’t, kid. Trust me, it’s not all roses and rainbows,” you said, but the demon clenched her fist at you.

Your throat closed up, and it became really hard to breathe. She turned back to her friend with a smile.

“Mm. Good choice, Gary. I get it. No daddy, no M.I.T. No plan. You get to be big and strong, and no one can tell you what to do anymore. There's just one small formality first. You got to meet the boss.”

“The boss?”

“You know, your Satanic majesty, or whatever the kids are calling it these days.”

“The devil?”

“Don’t do it, Gary,” you choked out.

“Shut up,” the demon hissed at you.

Looking down at Dean, you noticed he opened his eyes. He saw the panic in your own, but he assured you he was going to take care of it.

“Uh... no. O-okay. Um, it's okay. I... don't really want to bother him,” Gary sighed.

“Oh, but he's gonna want to meet you. Relax. It'll be easy. He's just gonna ask you one little question, and all you got to do is say, ‘yes’. Then, you get your reward,” she grinned.

Dean got up fast and quick, taking out Ruby’s knife and swinging it at the demon. She dodged his attempt, and since her focus was on Dean, it broke the spell you were under. The demon caught his arm and kicked him to the ground.

Sliding yourself between the demon and Dean, you held out your blue hand that was swirling with magic. It transferred from your hand to around the demon, getting tighter and tighter. The demon fought against your powers and used everything it got to overpower you. There was a long way ahead of you if you wanted to become more powerful than any demon in the world, but it would take a lot of practice. She kicked you in your chest, causing you to topple over Dean.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus,” Gary began reciting.

The demon whipped around to face him with a snarl.

“What was that?”

“Uh, n-nothing.”

“Were you trying exorcize me?! You little piece of shit!” she yelled, grabbing Gary by the throat and lifting him.

He grabbed her hand in an attempt to get her off, but she was too powerful for someone like him.

“Spiritus, omnis satanica potestas,” you coughed from the other side of the room, you and Dean both standing up.

The demon let Gary go and turned to you with a murderous look in her eyes.

“Omnis incursio infernalis adversii,” Gary spoke.

It went back and forth like this to distract the demon until the ritual was over. The demon fell to her knees and screamed, escaping from the young girl’s mouth and into the vents. When it was all said and done, Gary looked at you with a satisfied look.

“You’re coming with us,” you growled, grabbing his arm tightly.

He yelped but made no comment as he followed you while Dean grabbed the girl.

Nora was going to be alright, all she needed was a warm blanket and maybe a therapy session or two. She sat on the bed inside her basement while Gary and Sam sat opposite of each other so that Gary could switch bodies once more.

“Animae domum redeant. Fas atque nefas instauretur. Potestate et auctoritate, sic fiat,” Gary recited, doing something with the ingredients in front of him.

He dropped some powder into the bowl between them, causing a light to flare from it. When the light died down, Sam looked at his hands. It was then that you knew they were in their rightful bodies. Sam got up to look at himself in the mirror to make sure it worked.

“So, we good?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. We're good. Oh, man, it's nice to be back,” Sam sighed.

“Yeah. Awesome,” Gary rolled his eyes as he got up.

Now that they were back, you approached Gary with a sickly-sweet smile.

“So, Gary,” you chuckled dryly.

“I know—my bad.”

“‘My bad’? Kid, ‘my bad’ isn’t good enough. If you were one year older, I would have killed you on the spot,” you glared. His eyes widened in fear since he knew your threat was real. “So, either you straighten up and fly right or we will kill you. Are we clear?”

“Crystal,” he gulped.

“Good,” you chuckled, patting him on the shoulder.

He flinched from your touch, but that’s what you wanted from him.

--

Dean decided to take Nora and Gary home since they lived close together, and when he pulled into Nora’s driveway, everyone got out to make sure the kids got home safe.

“Shit,” Gary sighed now that he had to go back to his life.

“Gary, take it from someone who knows—chin up, man. Your life ain't that bad,” Sam advised.

“Uh, you met my parents.”

“Yeah. So what? It's your life. You don't like their plan for you, tell them to cram it. Rebel a little bit. In a healthy, non-Satanic way, of course,” he scoffed. Both guys looked at you, Dean, and Nora, and she gave a little wave in which Gary returned. “By the way, you know why Nora’s into witchcraft?”

“What do you mean?”

“She doesn't like Satan, you moron. She likes you.”

“Really? You think?”

“Yeah, I know. I'm telling you, kid—I wish I had your life.”

“You do? Thanks,” Gary smiled.

“Get out of here. Both of you. No more witchcraft,” you said, watching as the two teenagers returned to their homes.

“That was a nice thing to say,” Dean cleared his throat.

“I totally lied. That kid's life sucked ass,” Sam chuckled, getting into the car.

“You’d make a kickass mom,” Dean whispered with a smile.

“So would you,” you joked, getting in the car with him.

“All that apple-pie, family crap? It's stressful. Trust me, we didn't miss a damn thing,” Sam shuddered.

“Or we don't know what we're missing,” you commented.

Both brothers were silent as Dean started the car, and “Rock ‘n’ Rolls Never Forgets” plays loudly.

“Oh, come on, man. Turn it down,” Sam sighed.

Dean stared at him with a dead look before doing as he was told.

“Welcome back, Kotter.”

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Valentines Day with Stray Kids ♡

♡⋆⁎ Person of Interest: OT8 Stray Kids

♡⋆⁎ Genre: Tons of Fluff, Literally 0 Angst, School AU

♡⋆⁎ Requested? Y/N

♡⋆⁎ Word Count: 2207

♡⋆⁎ Additional Info: Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you’re spending it with the person/people you love, whether it’s romantic or platonic! I have a couple of notes about this reaction.

This took 3 days to write and is my longest piece of writing!

Chan and Hyunjin’s are based off of personal experiences, of course without the confession part. (I’m giving all of my friends candy this year and my school is selling wooden roses and I WOULD buy one for myself but dang the line is way too long and I need FOOD, they’re sold at lunch)

The reactions alternate from the member confessing to you confessing, so be aware of that!

Enjoy reading, and have an awesome Valentine’s Day! Please know if you're alone this year, you can still spend this holiday with your friends and family. Spread the love today!

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c h a n ♡

Chan was always aware about the observant side of you; the side that over analyzes everything to see if there’s a hidden message. That’s why, to confess to you on Valentines Day, he wanted to put your skills to the test.

Fundip: the gift Chan would be giving out to the majority of his classmates, of course, including you. Each one of them was personalized to the person getting the small pack of sugar, which helped Chan with his plan. His plan? Every single pack would have a smiley face on it, except yours, which would instead have a heart on it.

Soon after passing the candy out before class, his friend, who knew of his scheme, Changbin, nudged Chan on the shoulder.

“I think it worked, dude. She’s asking people around her something,” Changbin subtly says to Chan, who’s palms were getting sweatier by the second. You eyed Chan suspiciously, who made eye contact back. Grabbing your blue raspberry flavored pack, you raised it in the air with your two fingers and pointed at it dramatically, eyebrows raising up in exaggeration. Chan laughed silently in response, waving you off as to say, “Talk to you later after class.”

Right after class, you immediately caught Chan by the doorway, waiting for you. Before he opened his mouth to explain, obvious blush on his face, you spoke first.

“Nice candy. And yes, I’ll be your valentine.”

m i n h o ♡

Listen: it wasn’t your fault you fell in love with Minho, the “bad boy” in your class this year. I mean, his leather jacket, flirty attitude, countless pranks in class, intimidating tone...

Is that a cat airpod case?

Regardless, by now you’ve fallen head over heels with your classmate, who you’ve only spoken to once or twice due to your timid nature. But this year on Valentines Day, you aren’t missing your chance to make a move.

And you immediately started regretting making that card last night. You saw a small pile of gifts Minho got, but even though it was clear he rejected all those girls, you couldn’t help but tremble.

Deciding you couldn’t present your gift directly to him, you set the lousy folded piece of paper you ever so delicately drew inside of it on his desk, set off to the side of the other failed presents.

As soon as the bell ring, signaling the end of class, you attempted to rush out of the room, only to be stopped by Minho.

“Hey Y/N!” He called out, which you mistakenly turned around in response. You were only a few feet from the door when he started approaching you, your feet taking to the back of the wall.

“Do you make this?”

You nodded, trembling at his response. This was it, you were going to get rejected, feeling like a loser holding your textbooks tightly around your chest.

Then, Minho lit up into a bright smile.

“I love it! Those cats you drew were awesome, they even kinda resemble my own lil’ kittens! And yes, I’ll be your valentine.”

c h a n g b i n ♡

For once, you and Changbin agreed on the same thing: that your friend group made a stupid event. I mean, secret santa, valentines edition? Then again, they’re your friends, might as well play along and draw a name from the hat.

“Changbin.”

Well, at least both of you announced to the group that your gift would be very minimalistic. Then again, you had a tiny crush on him..

Might as well put a little effort into it.

Valentines Day arrives swiftly, everyone having their gifts ready in white, paper bags.

“Okay, I guess everyone can start passing out gifts!” Someone finally announces and soon, everyone was turning left and right passing out their gift.

You notice Changbin standing there silently, clutching his bag quite tightly. You approach him from the side, extending your arm holding the bag. Changbin raises his eyebrows in surprise, looking up at you before taking the bag and gently opening it.

“Snorlax?! Ah, you should see my gift for you..” He pulls out a small Snorlax pushie out of your bag as you giggle at his shock. It was your turn to be shocked however, as he gave you his bag. Inside..

“My own Gyu? Oh, it has a pink bow on it, cute!” You smile, examining the soft plushie in your hand.

“Look at the tag..” you’re able to hear Changbin grumble out. You look up to see him scratching his ear, his cheeks a very faint red that you’re barely able to make out. You open the tag and read what’s written on it.

“Be my valentine?”

h y u n j i n ♡ 

“Man up!” They said,

“It’ll be fun!” They said,

“Yeah right,” you mumbled quietly as you clutched a dollar in your hand, waiting behind tons of people to purchase this artificial rose.

Honestly, your school is a genius for thinking about selling fake roses and giving them out at the end of the day. With relationships blossoming everyday in your grade level, they might as well double the amount of them in a single week.

Also, they’re getting tons of profit from this event, especially with you as one of their daily customers. Always a blue rose, always with your unreadable signature at the bottom of the note. It’s not like your massive crush, Hyunjin, can read it anyways, right? And you’re happy you can see him smile everytime he gets one. All because of you.

Valentines Day, you don’t feel alone carrying a single real blue rose in your hands as you scanned your grade level. Huge teddy bears, bouquets of flowers, some may say you under did it. But you know Hyunjin’s the type to not put on a show, so you shall do the same.

“Hi Hyunjin.. Here’s your last rose!” You shyly say to the boy sitting at his desk, doodling in his journal. He looks up, definitely not expecting you to be the one purchasing the blue roses.

“You’re the one who—?” You cut him off, nodding. He starts laughing at clapping, making you giggle as well. He gets up from his seat and gives you a tight hug.

“Be..my valentine?” You managed to say, still overwhelmed by what’s happening.

“Of course!”

j i s u n g ♡

Jisung was panicking. Going around the dorms left and right, asking all of his hyungs for advice (because let’s be honest, if he goes to the three maknaes of the group, he’ll become even more of a laughing stock than he already is).

“But hyung!!” Jisung waddled back and forth on Chan’s bed, arms locked around his legs.

Chan sighed once more. “Well, what does she like?”

“I already told you, I’m not sure!!”

“Then, I don’t know, get them a stuffed animal? Make them a song?” At the second suggestion, Jisung’s ears perked up.

“A song! That’s a good idea, hyung! Thanks!!” Jisung suddenly jumped out of the bed and scrambled to his room, leaving Chan wildly confused.

A week later, as the classroom was decorated with heart streams and colored paper, you sat with an empty heart for another year. Of course no one would want you as a valentine, you’re too “cold” and “quiet.” That is, until your good friend Jisung plopped into the seat in front of you.

“Listen to this,” he demanded as he placed his phone on your desk and slid it over, a song on the screen. You looked at him suspiciously, in which he smiled wider. You took the phone and held it near your ear, making sure the volume was loud enough for you to hear yet quiet enough for no one else to.

Needless to say, when the short song was finished, you were flooded with emotion as you gave the phone back to its owner.

“Yes, I’ll be your valentine.”

f e l i x ♡

With both of you as the class clowns, it was incredibly easy for you to think of a way to ask Felix to be your valentine. Really, he shows you the latest memes everyday at break, how could you not make your own and turn them into valentine cards?

“Y/N..! You never give me memes back, when will you get some for me?” Felix whines to you at break time as you roll your eyes in annoyance.

“Find me three Pewdiepie memes and I’ll give you some tomorrow,” you negotiated, clearly not getting a good response from Felix.

“I swear you like THAT Felix more than me! I’m hurt, Y/N,” Felix starts to fake cry, wiping his dry face with his finger.

“Go ahead and cry, you big baby.”

“You suck!”

The bell rings, and Felix heads back to his seat.

“Okay, do I still suck if I have some memes for you?” It was the next day, and despite that Felix didn’t bring you your Pewdiepie memes, you still wanted to give him his present.

Once you turn your phone around that you discreetly pulled out of your bag, Felix immediately starts laughing.

“Donut ever leave deez nuts1!!1!1” He says out loud, you laughing along with him too.

After you calm down, you asked him. “Do you get the joke?”

“Yeah, the donut and the deez nuts— Oh— oh!” He looks up at you with wide eyes, and seeing you fall back into your chair with laughter confirms his thoughts.

“Is this your way of asking me to—?” You cut him off with a nod, still bubbling with giggles.

“I— Yeah! I would’ve asked you but I’m a coward so— Woah!”

he hits the woah afterwards

s e u n g m i n ♡

Seungmin likes to think he has two personalities. There’s the “Quiet Prankster” side and the “Hopeless Romantic” side. The more Seungmin thought about it, the more he realized he probably got the second side from Day6, but that’s not the point here! He has to make his Valentine's Day gift extra special, just for you!

After using several of Minho’s post-it notes to scribble down some ideas you would like, he finally settled on two. The very original and very romantic bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. Seungmin facepalmed at his originality, but knowing you, you would like anything, so it’s better to keep it traditional.

Right?

Wrong. Oh dear god he was absolutely wrong for once.

Because when the 14th arrived and Seungmin came to school clutching his small bouquet of sunflowers and a heart shaped box of chocolates, you stared at him wide. 

“These are for me?” You asked, keeping your distance as you pointed at the gifts.

“Yeah, why? Is there something wrong?” Seungmin started to worry.

You waved him off with your frantic hands. “No, it’s fine, it’s just...”

“I’m allergic to chocolate/flowers.”

“O-Oh.” Seungmin looked down at the objects in his hand as if they were his enemy. Suddenly embarrassed, his ears grew bright red.

You laughed at his attempt, but still wanted to assure him it’s fine.

“It’s okay, Seungmin! I could give the flowers/chocolates to my friends if that’s okay with you. And I know you’re going to ask me this, so yes, I’ll be your valentine.”

j e o n g i n ♡

Scanning the kitchen surroundings, you knew this plan would fail. You never realized the stereotype of “covering the whole kitchen in powder” could actually come true, because it was right in front of you.

Simple sugar cookies for the sweetest boy in the classroom, Jeongin, right? Well, not very simple if you’re being honest. How did flour get to the top of your head? You weren’t even sure at that point.

Suddenly, your older brother, Woojin, stepped into the kitchen area looking down at his phone before retracing his steps to you.

“D-Do you need help?”

You whined loudly and nodded, Woojin chuckling a little bit before leaving to get a broom and dustpan.

While you told him who you were baking the cookies for (because thank god, he’s such a good older brother that you can literally tell him anything and he wouldn’t judge), you two sweeped up the floor and threw a new batch of cookies into the oven.

“I think I got it by now. Woo, thank you so much!”

“Yup! I’ll be in my room if you need any more help.” You two salute each other off, leaving you standing right in front of the oven waiting for the batter to cook.

With some homemade icing recipe you found online, you frosted the heart shaped cookies with cute messages. Gently tossing them into a box, you slipped it into the fridge and slept anxiously for the next day.

Before class, you nervously tapped on your crush’s shoulder as he sat in his desk, fiddling with a pencil. Jeongin whipped around to see you holding out a box of homemade cookies to him.

“Hi, uh, I’ve actually liked you for a long time and wondered if you could be my valentine?”

Jeongin beamed. “Since the gift is as sweet as the person who gifted it, of course!”

[sea-wolf-coast-to-coast]

FFxivWrite2018 – FFxiv 30 Day Writing Challenge!

Last year I ran what I thought was going to be a small writing challenge for the FFxiv community, but with 2,200+ submissions over the course of the 30 days, it didn’t end up being small at all! There was such an incredible outpouring of creativity and positivity in our community throughout the challenge and I was really blown away by the response.

So, let’s do it again! I know that November is high writing time for many of us with NaNoWriMo on the horizon, but for those of us who want to keep it a bit more simple – I propose this 30 day writing challenge.

What’s a 30 day writing challenge? :o

Why, it’s challenge in which you write in response to a daily prompt that I post here, of course!  Songs, poems, limericks, short stories, etc. are perfectly acceptable. If it’s a thing you can write, then it counts.

Here’s how it works:

Beginning Thursday November 1st, I, @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast​, will post one new single word writing prompt daily at 12:00pm (noon) CST/CDT. Prompts can be interpreted in any way that you’d like. More about single word prompts here. Check back daily for the latest prompt!

Participants have until 12:00pm (noon) CST/CDT the following day (24 hours) to submit a written response, and tag it with #FFxivWrite2018 (don’t forget the tag!).

Each written response submitted within it’s 24 hour deadline will count as one entry toward a raffle for a participation prize at the end of the month.

Written responses submitted outside of the 24 hour deadline for a prompt are still welcome and will be thoroughly enjoyed! They simply won’t count as an entry toward the participation prize. 

When you see a “Like” from sea-wolf-coast-to-coast you can rest assured that I’ve seen your response and have entered it into my master participation prize document. Please allow up to 48 hours for me to like your post before reaching out to check (but DO reach out to check if you don’t see one after 48 hours). More info about making sure people can find your posts here.

On Saturday, December 1st, I’ll count up all the participation tallies, each day counting as one entry per writer, and draw a winner!

The winner of the participation prize will receive a black & white drawing of their character from one of our volunteer artists. Please note that the number of prizes available at the end depend on how many artists would like to volunteer to illustrate a prize.

If you’re an artist and you would like to volunteer to do a simple black & white illustration as a participation prize at the end of this contest, please let me know!

Rules:

You cannot submit things that you’ve already written – Even if the topic is the same. All entries must be new and freshly written for this challenge!

No rough drafts and no redos – Relax! Use this as a low pressure opportunity to loosen up and de-rust your writing chops. No one will be judging your work for quality or length. The purpose is to get into the habit of writing daily. Don’t overthink it, and don’t put too much pressure on yourself! It’s all for fun!

Tag all of your entries with #FFxivWrite2018 – Even if you’re late to the writing party. I’ll be using this tag to track daily participants, so if you don’t use it, I won’t find your entry! Please note that entries that include an external link (to a song, piece of art etc.) will not show up in the tag results. Tumblr hides all posts with external links from their tag feeds. :[

Include the prompt number in the title of your post – Example: “Prompt #10: Your Title.” This helps me keep track of participating entries.

You have until prompt #7 to back write for the participation prize – That means that if you discover the writing challenge a few days, or even a week after it’s started, you can still jump in and back write as many of the first 7 prompts as you want, and they’ll count as entries toward the participation prize! After day 8, however, no back writing will be counted towards the prize. That being said, it is totally possible for someone with only 1 participation entry for the duration of the contest to be drawn as the participation prize winner so don’t give up due to lack of participation overall!

Absolutely no griefing, harassing, or trolling other writers – This will earn you an automatic disqualification from the event.

Tag NSFW content with #NSFW and put it below a cut – Similarly, if your entry contains graphic or violent content that may be triggering to others, please include a brief trigger warning at the top of your post. Be considerate of your readers!

Make-up Days

There will be two make-up days scheduled. On make-up days you’re permitted to select one prompt that you missed and submit it for full participation prize credit within the 24 hour deadline for the day. If you’ve already submitted all prompts so far within their 24 hour deadline, then you can make up your own prompt for yourself and submit it within the 24 hour make-up day deadline to count as an extra credit entry toward the participation prize.

Sunday, 11/11

Sunday, 11/25

Free/Extra Credit Days

There will be two Free/Extra Credit days scheduled. Free/Extra Credit days are days in which no prompt will be provided, and therefore no submission will be expected for the day. However, if you’re in the mood to write something anyway, you can create your own prompt for yourself and submit an entry within the 24 hour deadline for the day that will count as an extra credit entry toward the participation prize.

Election Day – Tuesday, 11/6

Thanksgiving Day – Thursday, 11/22

If you complete all prompts and all extra credit days within their 24 hour deadlines and properly tag the entries, it’s possible to achieve 30 entries toward the final participation prize at the end of the month. 

What’s the purpose of this writing challenge?

First and foremost, the purpose of this challenge is to break the power of perfectionism over your personal creative process. Some folks frown on my 24-hour submission deadline but I think that it’s a critical part in getting people to just go ahead and submit something, even if it’s not perfect, and in doing so perfectionism begins to lose its power day by day. 

If you’re someone who rarely creates because the fear of it not being perfect keeps you from starting, or finishing, then this challenge is designed for YOU!

Of course, connecting FFxiv writers, of all skill and experience levels, and sharing our work is also a perk!

Whether you’re participating or not, consider checking out the #FFxivWrite2018 tag periodically after November 1st and like/reblog your favorite pieces. Show the FFxiv writing community some love!

[rogue-barnes-16]

JULIET

Request: Hello, I was wondering if you could write a Tony Stark story for me. I’d like a high school AU where tony is the usual popular tech nerd and I’m a theatre geek who doesn’t really have any friends but homecoming or a dance is coming up soon. Please and thank you. If you need anymore info or have any questions just go ahead and ask me.

Pairing: young!Tony Stark x young!Reader (high school Au)

Genre: mostly fluff

Tag: @carolyn-stark-91

Warnings: language

A/N: First things first, I don't know shit about technology, and I like theatre, but not that much, so that part is going to be shit, just saying. And second, I think this is the longest imagine-fic I wrote. Like, I got completely carried away lol. Anyways I hope you enjoy it, feedback is always appreciated. Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist here (because it won't let me add another paragraph lol)

"we can improve the functionality" I said, moving Bruce's chair aside and observing the hologram we were working on.

"we- we can't." Bruce stated, going through the calculations again an again. "I mean, it's the best we can do, there's no miscalculations here."

"But we could improve it without the calculations." I turned off the hologram and grabbed one of its pieces. "If we use vibranium instead of this shit, we would be able to make it twice smaller and more functional."

Probably we were the only ones still at the high school building, apart from Principal Carter, in her office, and Mrs Martinelli, in the theatre. Bruce glanced at the clock and sighed. "Tony, it's really late, I have to go" I nodded absently, still fiddling with some of the device pieces. "see you tomorrow"

"see you tomorrow" I replied. An hour passed before my phone buzzed. I unlocked it to read the text I had just received.

Aunt Peggy: Go to the theatre, Angie has something for you. Then get ready and wait for me in the hall.

I replied with an 'OK' before turning off the AC/DC Playlist I was listening too. I picked up my things and, grabbing my backpack, I walked to the theatre. "Angie?"

"dressing rooms, Tony!" she informed me. I crossed the theatre and just before I walked into the dressing rooms, I realized Angie wasn't alone. "Yeah, that's a pretty good idea."

"And maybe we could introduce a futuristic style in the outfits too" I opened the door and I saw her. She was wearing her favorite cardigan, which made her look even more beautiful than usual. "maybe like that, we would break with the traditional representation of Romeo and Juliet. I really love Shakespeare's classics, but the play's been performed two years in row."

Y/n was... Well, she was just perfect. I had been crushing on her for a year already, but I didn't want to make a move, due to Pepper. It's not like I still had feelings for her, but it felt weird to start dating someone so early.

"You're right- Oh Tony, just in time." Angie said, walking towards me with a smile. "Y/n and I were talking about this year's performance of Romeo and Juliet, and Y/n suggested you could design some high tech stage props, since we're slightly innovating the play."

"Oh" I glanced at Y/n and then at Angie. "sure, it'll be funny." it would be really funny, in fact. I was stuck with the hologram, so this would be some kind of distraction."

"Nice, Y/n'll supervise your work, since it was her idea" I smiled at her and she smiled back at me. "You should talk about when you guys want to work on this, so I'll tell Peggy to wait." I nodded and I saw Y/n walking to the stage. "Tony, do me a favor. Y/n loves theatre, and she would make a great Juliet. Try to convince her to do it."

"I'll try my best" I assured her, right before following Y/n way to the stage. She was looking around, humming distractedly. I cleared my throat and she stopped humming, flashing me a smile. "so, when do you want us to do this?"

She shrugged looking at the auditorium. "I'm free 24/7 so you tell." I knew why she was free. Natasha and Wanda told me they had never seen Y/n with anyone. She would talk with Vision, Barnes, Carol or Steve from time too time, but it was pretty clear she didn't have friends.

And even though I was the most popular and talkative person in high school, I wasn't able to talk with her. "I can come after the last period every day." I said looking around.

It was odd, I loved to be in the spotlight, but for some reason, standing in that stage made me nervous. However, Y/n seemed really comfortable, like she belonged there. And maybe she did. "sure, we can start tomorrow if you want."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"C'mon Y/n, just accept it!" I exclaimed, fixing one of my designs for the stage props. "You're the best Juliet you'll find."

She sighed, going through the list of girls who auditioned for said role. "Listen I have five girls here Okay?" she said, scribbling something on the list. "Wanda was okay, an Sharon too. We can pick Sharon."

I rolled my eyes. We've been working together for the past two months. We got along pretty good since the beginning, but I couldn't talk any sense into Y/n for her to accept the role of Juliet.

It was the fifth time we had this conversation, and it always ended up with me getting mad and her leaving the list on the stage, not knowing what girl should she choose.

It was always the same, and I had to change it. I got up and walked towards Y/n "Okay that's it." I said, grabbing the list and throwing it to the floor.

She widened her eyes and before she could protest, I held both of her hands and I helped her to climb to the stage. "what are you doing."

"proving my fucking point, dear." she scoffed while I was climbing off the stage, coming back after having picked up a script used for the auditions. I cleared my throat before reading "Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand- No, too much to read. Uh... Okay, here"

Before I could start again, she spoke "wait, what do you mean with 'here'?" she asked nervous "I don't even know what part are you reading"

"Y/n you know what part I'm reading because you know the play." I stated before re-reading the line I was planning on saying. "Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"

I looked up at Y/n, who looked me nervous before takes deep breath. "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague." she started naturally, like she was born for this. "What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man." I lowered the script, mesmerized by how she portrayed Juliet

"O, be some other name!" she exclaimed, looking at me like I truly was Romeo. "What's in a name?" my lips parted slightly, but she was too immersed on the character to realize it.

"that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet;" I then realized, she was no longer standing still, she was moving, walking, gesturing, like she was having a conversation.

"So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title." as she said those words, she started walking towards me, with love and desperation in her eyes "Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee take all myself."

I gulped, realizing how close we were. She seemed to come back to reality after a couple of blinks, and before I could say anything, we heard claps coming from the auditorium.

When we turned around, we saw Nat, Clint, Rhodey, and Pietro in the entrance of the theatre, walking towards the stage "you go girl!" Nat exclaimed, jogging towards us.

"Oh my God" I heard Y/n muttering, and she covered her face for a moment. When she looked up, I smiled warmly at her, and she gave me an awkward smile in return.

"my sister has no chance against this born-to-be-Juliet" Pietro chuckled, following Nat towards the stage. "is Romeo's role still available?" he asked with a smirk, climbing up to the stage.

"No, I think Angie decided she would pick Steve Rogers to do it" she informed us, grabbing the list again, along with the script in my hands. "And I'm picking Sharon."

"Oh, c'mon, is she serious?" Clint asked rhetorically. "Tony, talk some sense into your girl, man."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, praying for Y/n to ignore Clint's words, and I walked to the dressing rooms to look for her. "Hey there, Juliet."

"cut it, Tony" she said, leaving the papers over the desk. "I'm not doing it." I held her hand, making her turn around and sit down.

"Listen, Y/n" I started, kneeling in front of her, looking into her eyes. "this is your thing. You spend so many time here than it's natural for you to do this. And God, you didn't see your face while you were portraying Juliet a few seconds ago, you looked mesmerizing, captivating, and you didn't even try."

She blushed slightly, crossing her arms over her chest. "listen Y/n, if you tell me you didn't enjoy it, I'll let it go." I waited for her answer, but she couldn't deny it. "If you really enjoyed it, you have to do it okay?"

"Okay" she mumbled after a moment. "I'll do it."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"look at our Romeo!" Wanda exclaimed grinning, as Barnes, Nat, me and her, got in the dressing rooms. Steve was already dressed up like Romeo.

"how sexy, I'm sure Sharon'll love those clothes" Barnes teased Steve and they burst out in laughs. I looked around and I spotted Y/n, who was talking with Angie.

She was already wearing her costume as Juliet. The costumes were redesigned for us to have a futuristic look, just like Y/n had asked for. "Hey, there Juliet." I called her, and she turned around smiling at me.

She dismissed Angie and walked towards me, slightly holding up her dress to avoid tripping. "Hey Tony." she looked over my shoulder and greeted my friends.

"You look breath-taking." I blurted out, and she chuckled, thanking me. "are you nervous?" I asked, even though I knew she wasn't.

She smiled, denying with her head. "Steve's really nervous, though. Loki is too, but he'll make a great Paris." Angie called her and she turned around. "I gotta go. Enjoy the play, will you?"

I grinned and nodded. "of course I will. Now go get them, Juliet." she chuckled and waved me goodbye. I saw Steve going right behind her and I walked towards my friends again.

Barnes grinned at the same time as Nat and Wanda looked mischievously at each other. "When are you planning on asking her out, Mr 'I can do anything'?" Barnes teased.

"I'm planning on asking her to come with me to the Winter Ball." I confessed, scratching my neck. "I'm just struggling with finding a way to do it, I want it to be special."

Barnes let out a chuckle. "for someone so smart, you're being really stupid, y'know?" he said as we walked to our seats. "just use the theatre, man."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

A week had passed since the play, and Steve, Wanda and Nat were helping me to get everything ready in the theatre. "If this goes wrong-"

"If this goes wrong" Natasha cut me off "I'm dyeing my hair blond" she spatted, carrying another basquet full of y/f/c rose petals to the entrance of the theatre.

"wait" Wanda looked up at her from her crouching position. "you love your hair color" she stated confused, lighting up the candles we had previously placed on the aisle floor.

"yeah, and- careful, Tony, you'll burn the paper." he handed me another paper and I burnt the corners more carefully this time. "and don't you remember how horrified were you when you dyed your hair blond?"

"yeah I remember, idiots" Natasha scoffed, throwing the petals, making a path in the aisle. "that's the amount of confidence I have on this." she grabbed all of the basquets and climbed up to the stage, walking to the dressing rooms. "there's no chance of this going wrong"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

I grabbed my book from the locker and I walked to the theatre. I thought about passing by the technology lab and say hi to Tony, but I highly doubted he wanted me to.

So I went straight to the theatre. I tried to turn on the lights when I was in the hall, but they wouldn't turn on. I sighed, switching on my mobile flashlight. This had happened other times, I just had to get to the dressing rooms and check the fuses.

However, I stopped in my tracks as soon as I got in the theatre. "Okay, someone wants to start a fire here or what?" I said to myself. I looked down to pick up the candles and start to put them off, but when I crouched, I realized there were petals on the floor too. A few inches away from me, I saw a piece of paper burnt in the corners.

What's in a name? I read frowning.

I got up and I saw another paper over a seat. that which we call a rose

I kept walking and I found another one, by any other name

A couple of feets away, I saw another, would smell as sweet

I smiled. It probably was one of my favorite dialogues of 'Romeo and Juliet'. I kept walking and I found another paper, but when I picked it up, I frowned.

So Y/n would, that wasn't a part of the script.

were she not Y/n call'd, I read in the next one.

retain that dear perfection which she owes without that title.

I blushed deeply and I looked up to see the last paper on the stage. I climbed up, carefully not to hit a candle, and I picked the paper, kneeling down.

And, even though I don't deserve the perfection you owe, I'll be selfish, and I'll ask you to honour me with your presence, coming with me to the Winter Ball.

-Tony.

I widened my eyes, unable to move. Was this even real, or was it some kind of twisted and sick joke?

I noticed someone walking out of the dressing rooms and sitting down besides me "so? What do you say?" I heard Tony's voice, but I was too shocked to talk. He let out a nervous chuckle "Gosh, you're red" I rapidly covered my face with my hands "c'mon Y/n, say something, the silence is killing me."

A smile formed under my hands. "You're so fucking cheesy" he held one of my wrists out of my face and grinned.

"But it worked, right?" I rolled my eyes and nodded. "so are you coming with me?"

I lowered my other hand, unable to remove the smile from my face. "mhmm" he whispered an enthusiastic 'yes' and I laughed, getting up.

As he got up too, I heard a voice coming from the dressing rooms "guys it worked!" I turned around and I saw a very excited Wanda, coming out cheering.

Please, none else. I pleaded, feeling my cheeks getting red again. But obviously, Wanda wasn't alone, and I saw how Steve, Sharon, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Rhodey, Pietro and James came out clapping and cheering.

"I hate you" I hissed, covering my face again. I felt Tony's arms wrapping around me and I couldn't help but smile.

"Get the fuck out of here, morons." Tony yelled at his friends, and they laughed. However, I heard steps climbing off the stage and walking away. "the coast is clear."

I lowered my hands and Tony let his travel to my hips. "are you planning on moving your hands away?" I asked looking at him.

"it depends." he said tilting his head. "are you planning on kissing me?" I shook my head no and laughed at his reaction. "c'mon Y/n, look around, you know how much effort I put on this? It was like" he sighed desperately "two hours and a half. This took two hours and a half of my life!" he exclaimed dramatically. "I think I deserve a kiss, I put so much-"

I cut him, pecking his lips. "there. Now shut up, you're such a drama queen." he smirked and leaned on to kiss me again, and this time it was a proper kiss.

"by the way, I'm proud of my drama queen side, okay?" I laughed, nodding. "great, now help me clean this before Angie sees it."

I widened my eyes, stepping back. "Wait, I thought Angie knew."

"well, she doesn't" I opened my mouth in shock, and I climbed off the stage. "what are you doing?"

"cleaning this before Angie come to kill us" she said putting out the candles rapidly and picking them up. "I don't want to die before the Winter Ball" she stated, grinning at me.

I smiled and started to help her.

[morbidsolemn]

Only Heart

Chapter 2: Living Our Separate Lives

Read chapter one here.

A/N: The second chapter is here! This post got deleted and so I’m posting it again. Sorry about that, folks. You expect the third either next week or the week after. This may be the last fic I write for a while because classes are starting. So please, send me some requests! The GIF below is from @phoenixavalon As always, thanks for reading and please like and/or reblog!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Tags: angst, fluff, post Civil War, Winter Soldier flashback

The next day found you in your house after dropping James off at pre-school. You had called in to work sick, so you didn’t have to drop Sarah off at daycare. After you helped her out of the car, you held her hand as the two of you began towards your house. Sarah’s eyes were trained on the pavement in front of her, each step slow and deliberate. The slow pace allowed you to take in the yellow paint on your home.

You felt tears prick at your eyes and your throat began to ache. You swallowed hard and tugged on your daughter’s hand lightly. “C’mon, honey,” you led her to the front door, opening it for her. Sarah dropped your hand and ran into the house. She sat down, struggling to remove her sneakers. “Hold on, I’ll get it.” You knelt down in front of her and pulled the laces apart. Sarah placed two hands over your left hand.

“Mommy!” She stared in awe at your hand, and you gulped. “Where’s your ring?” You sighed. You were bound to be caught. Your ring was basically the only item you wore day in and day out, and Sarah loved it. As a baby, her fascination with it was hilarious.

“Steve, I’m serious. I’m afraid she might swallow it.” Sarah was cradled in your right arm, your left hand held in both hands by your two-month-old daughter. She was staring at your ring, completely entranced by the stone that was practically the size of her eye. Steve laughed, walking up to you.

“No way,” Steve pulled one of her tiny hands away from yours. She wrapped her hand around his finger instinctively and looked over at him with bright blue eyes. “Look at that,” he smiled, “Seems like she’s only interested in that ring and me. Sounds like someone I know.” He leaned over to kiss you.

“Mm,” you hummed, smiling as he pulled away. “I think I’d be more interested in the ring than you.”

“Yeah, right.” Steve laughed as he picked Sarah up from your arms, swaying her back and forth while humming to her. He laid a kiss upon her forehead and laid her gently in her crib.

“Mommy!” You blinked, looking at your two-year-old daughter. “Did you lose it?” She whispered.

“Yeah, yes,” you lied. “I lost it.”

“Will Daddy be mad?” She asked softly. You pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I don’t know, sugar. Don’t worry about it.” You stood to your feet, helping her up afterward.

“Why’d James go to school?” She asked. “Because James is too smart for his own good. He’d ask why we were taking the day off and if I told him just because, he’d never believe me.” You held her hand as you walked upstairs.

“James has to go to school to learn, but I thought the two of us could just play at home.” You smiled mischievously at her. She looked up at you with a toothy grin before running into her room. You sighed, mentally preparing yourself for hours of hide and go seek.

***

After an hour of hide and go seek and another hour of playing dolls, Sarah was sleeping soundly against your body. You smiled down at her, running your hands through her hair. You slipped your hands under her, lifted her, and placed her on her bed. You tucked her under the covers and placed a kiss upon her forehead. You crept out of her room soundlessly, leaving the door open. Even your steps down the stairs were precise, avoiding the boards you knew would creak the most. At the bottom of the stairs, you let out a breath. You walked into the kitchen, pouring yourself a cup of coffee. You took a sip and leaned back against the countertop. You glanced out of the window; it was 2 o’clock, but the rained-filled clouds worked to deceive you by hiding the sun. You looked down at the tiles under your bare feet.

“There!” Steve said proudly. He stepped away and placed his hands on his hips. The boxes that had covered the kitchen tiles were now pushed to the walls.

“When I said to move the boxes, I didn’t mean this.” You frowned, standing at the entrance of the kitchen. He stepped forward, grabbing your hands and pulling you towards him.

“Yeah, I figured,” he smiled and pulled out his phone. He took a few moments to unlock it, his thumb hovering over the screen before finding the app. The Beatles’ “You’ve Really Got a Hold on me” began to play. A small smile formed on your lips as Steve returned his phone to his pocket. He placed his hands on your hips, and you placed yours on the back of his neck. You swayed to the music, closing your eyes and laying your head against Steve’s shoulder. Silver light shined through the window in slivers and crickets chirped endlessly just outside.

“I love you to the moon and back,” you whispered. Steve wrapped his arms around you.

“I know.”

“I love you to pieces,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against the side of his neck.

“I know,” he said gently. He pulled you closer and pulled his head down, looking you over. “I love you, too.”

The mug burned in your hands. You took a sip before placing it on the countertop behind you. You rubbed a hand against your face and stared out at the kitchen before you. You pushed away from the granite counter, picked up the mug, and sat down on a couch in the living room. You placed the mug on the coffee table and folded your legs underneath you. You pulled out your phone, scrolled through your contacts and pressed call.

“Hey, it’s me.” You stopped to listen. “Yeah,” you smiled softly. “Do you want to come by for dinner?” You paused again. “Great. Be here at 6.” You pulled the phone away and ended the call. “Crap,” you said, looking at the time. You ran up to Sarah’s room. “Sarah, wake up,” you nudged her shoulder. “We have to pick up your brother.”

***

As you placed the dishes in the sink to be washed, you glanced into the dining room. Sarah was sitting on Tony’s lap, her hands flying wildly, regaling him of some tale. Tony just sat there nodding his head and fighting off laughter. James interjected and began telling the same story from his point of view.

You didn’t blame Tony for what happened last year. He and Steve had simply taken sides in a war and now that war was over. It wasn’t his fault that Steve had refused a deal and wouldn’t be able to come home. After all, they had both suffered horribly, and holding a grudge against one of your best friends who also happened to be your son’s godfather wasn’t exactly something you were up for.

“Just the two of you?” Tony asked. “Well, that’s just not possible.” You entered the room with a small smile on your face. Tony turned to you. “Hey, Y/N, did these two really break that table that used to be over there?” He pointed towards the foyer. You groaned and looked at Sarah and James.

“This is the story you were telling?” James laughed at your groaning. “Yeah,” you scrubbed a hand over your face. “They did that. That’s why I shower at like midnight now. I was in the bathroom for two minutes.” The moon shone through the window and you turned to your kids. Dinner had turned into dessert and now it was 8. “C’mon, it’s bedtime.” James groaned, but slid his chair out to get his feet on the ground. Sarah looked up at you from her seat and waved her arms out towards you. You placed your arms at her side and lifted her up. You put her on the ground, turning when Tony placed a hand on your arm.

“Let me help.”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll only be a minute.”

“You do this every night by yourself. Let someone else do it for once.” You blinked at Tony’s words. This was probably the most serious he had ever been. You knew your kids adored Tony and would have no problem with it and you hadbeen doing everything by yourself lately.

“Thanks,” you smiled. Sarah eagerly grabbed Tony’s right hand, James running to catch up. You watched them walk up the stairs: Sarah on the right, James on the left, and Tony in the middle, looking down to listen to whatever James had to say. Your smile turned sad and you sat on the couch, almost defeated. Tony returned about 15 minutes later. He stuck his hands in his pockets as he came down the stairs.

“I noticed you’re not wearing a certain piece of jewelry.” You looked down at your left hand, your thumb running across the tan line.

“I broke up with Steve.” The words fell slowly out of your mouth and even saying it didn’t seem real. From the moment you met Steve, you had thought you’d always be together. You frowned at your hand. “It doesn’t seem right,” you thought aloud. “It doesn’t feel right, y’know?” You looked up at Tony. “When I think that I’ll never hold his hand, or, or lie down and watch a movie with him, that I’ll never fall asleep against him again, I just feel so defeated. Like this is the end. There’s no way I could live my life without Steve.” You paused and noticed that Tony was sitting next to you. You continued to stare ahead though. “But then I think about it, and I know it’s the right move. He left, he put himself before his family, like always,” you added. “I know this is the right move, but it just doesn’t feel like it.”

“Maybe it’s not.” You turned to Tony. If you expected anyone to confirm your thoughts, it was Tony. “Look, if this decision doesn’t sit well with you, maybe something inside you is trying to tell you it’s the wrong decision.”

“Tony, I’ve thought about this for weeks. I’ve felt empty for months. This had to happen.” You tried, and failed, to convince yourself.

“It doesn’t matter how long you take to make this kind of decision. You can be completely sure of yourself before, but when you’re standing there, in front of that person, it’s not so easy. Sounds like you’re regretting this.”

Your eyes were set on the floorboards in front of you. You could almost see Steve walking in, covered in yellow paint, you running in after him, chastising him for dripping paint all over the house. You smiled as you remembered what he had said to you in his defense: “Well, you did tell me to paint the house.”

“We’re moving, Tony.” You eyed the previously yellow spots on the floor that you had scrubbed endlessly.

“Okay, like to another neighborhood?” Tony asked slowly. Currently, you lived within close proximity to the new Avengers building. When you didn’t answer, he tried calling your name.

“Try another state.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Everything reminds me of him. And it’s not just the house. It’s—it’s the bakery where some kid recognized him and Steve didn’t hesitate to take a picture and hug the kid. It’s the grocery store where we were pushing a cart down an aisle and I realized that grocery shopping was fun with him. And I realized that anything could be fun as long as I was with him. And now I’m not with him and it really doesn’t seem like there’s any point to anything!” You took a breath. ”We’re moving. I’m sorry.” You hadn’t told James and Sarah yet, but you knew the tears would be endless when they realized that they wouldn’t see Tony and Bruce and —. You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Don’t make this decision just yet. Wait on it. At least for a month.” You nodded, but both of you knew that when your mind was made up, there was no changing it.

***

After Tony had told her that she would be hunted for aiding Steve and his compatriots, Natasha sought Steve out and joined him. Currently, she was hiding out in an abandoned barn they had designated as their latest HQ. To say the place was out of use was to compliment it. The wooden barn creaked at the slightest wind, leaked with every rainfall, and had somehow managed to retain the smell of animal waste. The sound of the van was muffled through the walls as the vehicle parked nearby. Natasha pushed away from the table with computer monitors. Bucky and Sam entered, the first of the two men walking over to Natasha while Sam sat down heavily on the ratty sofa that had seen better days.

“Natasha, whatever you want to say, just don’t,” Bucky warned her, but she just tilted her head and stared at him.

“Where is he?” She tried to push past him, but Bucky grabbed her arm.

“I’m serious. Don’t do this.” Natasha pulled her eyes away from Bucky to see Steve walking into the base. His eyes were set dead ahead, movements slow and deliberate, but when Natasha caught sight of his clenched fists, she knew she had been right. She pulled her arm out of Bucky’s grasp and stormed off to confront Steve.

“What the hell, Steve? I told you that plan was shit and you went ahead with it anyway!” As Natasha berated him, Steve tightened his fist, his nails digging into his palm.

“Not now,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Let me guess: you’re pissed that she rightly told you off? Which is exactly why I told you not to do it!” Steve looked down at his hand.

“No,” he said, slowly raising his hand and opening it. “She left me.” Natasha looked down at his hand to see the engagement ring that Steve had bought years before. He closed his hand again, walking off to exit the warehouse through a back door. Bucky called after him, following him outside. Sam looked over at Natasha, who stood awestruck.

“Happy?”

***

As Steve looked out at the field behind the barn, he realized that they’d have to relocate soon. This safe house wasn’t a particular favorite of his, but it was simple and quaint, and in the middle of nowhere, so he didn’t have to look over his shoulder much.

“You think you two are done for?” Bucky asked, leaning against the wooden building next to Steve.

“I don’t know.” He sighed. “When she’s mad she tends to blow things out of proportion. But if she’s thought this through,” his voice trailed off as he shrugged his shoulders. Bucky nodded.

“Are you done with her?” Steve smiled at his friend’s direct line of questioning.

“Not even close.” Steve opened his hand again, turning the ring over.

“Then it’s not over. You’ll go back to her, and she’ll be upset, sure, but you’ll get her in the end.” Bucky explained.

“It’s not about her leaving.” Steve pushed away from the building. “Well, it is, but it’s what she said.” He closed his fist around the ring and placed it in his pocket. “That I don’t care about our family.” He scoffed, turning away from Bucky and looking over at the far reaches of the field. “I can’t believe she thinks that.” He looked down at the ground before turning to Bucky again. “God, I can’t even imagine what the kids must think.” He looked back through the barn, one of the many safe houses he had hidden in before.

Steve exited Peirce’s office. Alexander Pierce had just explained that he would do whatever was necessary to find the person or persons guilty for the death of Director Fury. Not before examining evidence of treason on Fury’s part. As Steve walked towards the elevator, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Your name was written on the screen. He accepted the call and answered.

“Hi honey,” you replied over the phone. “We just got back from my mother’s; the traffic was insane. Anyway, I know you said not to come in, but I just had to pick up a few things form the lab, so I figured it’d be okay.”

“You’re here?” Steve asked warily, looking around.

“Yeah, I know, but I don’t see the big problem, Steve. Everything looks fine.” Steve jogged down the rest of the hallway. When he reached the elevator, he pressed the down button with such force that it cracked. He froze when he heard a giggle over the phone. “Yes, James, my calculator is very fun to play with.”

“You brought James here.” Steve closed his eyes at the thought of his son caught in the crosshairs of the upcoming disaster. Round, blue eyes and a silly smile placed delicately on a chubby face that had a gun pointed at it. “You need to get out of here.” You began to argue, but Steve cut you off. “I don’t have time to explain it to you!” The elevator doors opened and he stepped inside. He pressed the button to close the doors and keep them closed, but it stopped at the next floor anyway. Rumlow and some of his men entered the elevator. Ever since Fury dropped into Steve’s apartment the next before, his guard had been up. That hadn’t changed. As the elevator descended, it continued to stop, more men piling into the cramped elevator.

“Before we get started, anyone want to get out?”

***

Steve pried the elevator doors open to see a tactical team ready on the other side. Quickly closing the door, he heard the team’s leader explain that there was nowhere to go. He took a look at the glass, taking a breath to ready himself before catapulting himself out of the glass walls, shield-first. He ducked behind the cover of his shield as he fell, crashing through the rafters of the lobby. He fell solidly against the tiled floor. Groaning, he pushed himself off of the ground, ready to run when he saw you. At the sound of the crash, you instinctively held James tighter, spinning your body around to take the brunt of the shattered glass. After a moment, you turned back around, your eyes wide.

“Steve!” You called out. He ran over to you, grabbed your arm, and then the two of you were off and running. You held James close, his face pressed tight against you.

“Take the southwest exit. You know where to go.” You nodded and Steve ran off in the direction of the garage. It was likely that you would be met with some form of resistance. It was also very likely that you or James would be hurt. Best case scenario, you’d both be taken as hostages. Steve ran faster.

***

The two of you had a safe house that you had kept out of S.H.I.E.L.D. records. Steve had wanted to disclose this information in the interest of staying honest with his government, but you refused, explaining that secrecy would be necessary in the case of an emergency. As he rode towards the site, he was glad you had won that argument. He parked his bike a few blocks away and walked the rest of the way. As he neared the rather unsafe neighborhood, he scanned the area for any trace of you and James. Your car was nowhere to be seen. He entered the building and walked to the apartment door. He placed a shaking hand on the doorknob, which was still locked. “She’s not here yet,”Steve froze.

“What did I first want to name James?” You asked through the door. Steve sighed in relief, his body visibly slouching.

“Uh,” He paused, remembering the question. “Wilson! You were watching House when you found out that you were pregnant.” The door opened, and you pulled Steve inside. He held you for a few moments before placing a searing kiss on your lips. You pulled away, breathing hard.

“I saw you through the peephole,” you motioned to the door. “But they’ve got this tech, it’s like a mask. Basically, it’s used to alter facial appearances. I just had to make sure it was you.” Steve nodded.

“Good to know.” He walked inside. “Is James okay? You have no idea how worried I was.” You both walked into the tiny bedroom. On the bed, covered in blankets, was James, sleeping softly. Steve sat down on the bed, running a thumb across his son’s chubby cheek.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t know it was that bad.” You paused to sit beside Steve. “That fall looked awful.” The painful stinging in Steve’s knees accentuated the throbbing that ran rampant through his body. “Get out of that suit, we should take care of the many injuries you probably have.” You stood up off of the bed and gathered various medical supplies.

“Yeah, just a minute,” Steve said, dazedly. He placed a hand on James’s chest, feeling his heartbeat. He gazed over his son’s face, memorizing every tiny feature.

“I’m sure she didn’t mean it, Steve,” Bucky spoke and Steve was drawn back to the barn somewhere in upstate New York. “When people are upset, they say all sorts of things they don’t really mean.”

“Yeah, I hope so,” Steve said, and, for a moment, he could almost feel his son’s heartbeat beneath his fingertips.

~~~

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[sunsetsgod]

i was tagged

so my lovely love @simon--speaks tagged me in four tag games so instead of posting a bunch of different ones im gonna make an read more. im also probably not gonna tag anyone at the end bc i dont really know who to tag so yeah. if you want to lift parts of it go ahead lmao (provided you decide you want to see it at all shdjd)

one: 15 questions

Are you named after someone?

nope

When was the last time you cried?

uh maybe a little yesterday

Do you have kids?

nahh

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

not a whole lot but enough

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

hair/shoes

Eye colour?

green or blue or grey or something

Scary movie or happy ending?

happy ending, not a big fan of scary movies unless im watching them with someone else

Any special talents?

i can play the gayest piano piece known to man & identify the era of a musical piece by hearing it? also i can make beaded things lmao

Where were you born?

oregon, usa

What are your hobbies?

mUSIC (specifically piano/theory/guitar/band)

Do you have any pets?

one dog, name juni

How tall are you?

5′4.75″

What sports do you play/have you played?

swi mm in g? marching band 

Favourite subject?

??? english? spanish? band?????

Dream job?

either musician or mechanic

two: url in song titles (oh boy)

t - take me dancing - the maine / h - hard feelings/loveless - lorde / e - ella - alvaro soler (this is my spanish music rec) / r - rainbow connection - sleeping at last (cover) / o - outer space / carry on - 5 seconds of summer / s - sommeil - stromae (french music rec) / e - entertainment and warmth - ryan o’shaughnessy / s - SUBURBIA - troye sivan / h - hurricane (johnnie’s theme) - lord huron / a - angel of small death and the codeine scene - seafret (cover)     / v - virgin guitar - john craigie / e - english rose - ed sheeran / t - twilight - breathe owl breathe / h - holocene - bon iver / o - one of these days - vance joy / r - running - james bay (live from abbey road studios) / n - no control - one direction / s - state lines - novo amor

playlist link (spotify) 

three: bold the statements true for you

appearance

I’m over 5'5 / I wear glasses/contacts / I have blond hair / I wear sweatshirts a lot / I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing / I have one or more piercings / I have at least one tattoo / I have blue eyes / I have dyed or highlighted my hair / I have gotten plastic surgery / I have had or had braces / I sunburn easily / I have freckles / I paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / I don’t often smile / I am pleased with how I look / I prefer Nike to Adidas / I wear a baseball hats backward

hobbies and talents

I play a sport / I can play an instrument / I am artistic / I know more than one language / I have won a trophy in some sort of competition / I can cook or bake without a recipe / I know how to swim / I enjoy writing / I can do origami / I prefer movies to tv shows / I can execute a perfect somersault / I enjoy singing / I could survive in the wild on my own / I have read a new book series this year / I enjoy spending time with friends / I travel during school or work breaks / I can do a handstand

relationships

I am in a relationship / I have been single for over a year / I have a crush / I have a best friend I have known for ten years / my parents are together / I have dated my best friend / I am adopted / my crush has confessed to me / I have a long distance relationship / I am an only child / I give advice to my friends / I have made an online friend / I met up with someone I have met online

aesthetics

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell / I have watched the sunrise / I enjoy rainy days / I have slept under the stars / I meditate outside / the sound of chirping calms me / I enjoy the smell of the beach / i know what snow tastes like / I listen to music to fall asleep / I enjoy thunderstorms / I enjoy cloud watching / I have attended a bonfire / I pay close attention to colors / I find mystery in the ocean / I enjoy hiking on nature paths / autumn is my favorite season

miscellaneous

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle / I am the mom friend / I live by a certain quote / I like the smell of sharpies / I am involved in extracurricular activities / I enjoy Mexican food / I can drive a stick-shift / I believe in true love / I make up scenarios to fall asleep / I sing in the shower / I wish I lived I a video game / I have a canopy above my bed / I am multi-racial / I am a redhead / I own at least three dogs / I am lgbtq+

four: put entire music library on shuffle, what are the first 10 songs?

one: the sound - the 1975

two: sunburn - ed sheeran

three: mutual - shawn mendes

four: through the dark - one direction

five: golden thread ft. matt corby - passenger

six: somebody to love - troye sivan, cover

seven: woodwork - sleeping at last

eight: little boy - vance joy

nine: location - freelance whales

ten: lakehouse - of monsters and men

[the-energon-hole]

In this two-month period of the school I went down in some subjects and I feel frustrated and badly for knowing that my final average will not be the same. Could you please do a small scenario where TFP Smockscreen, Optimus Prime, Breakdown and Bulkhead are saying pretty things to the human s/o to cheer her up when they see her sad?, like she is intelligent or any of the style? Thank you.

((A/N - Uhmm, I kind of made these to long, my bad, Let me know if you want me to put them under a read more tag so I don’t clog up anyone’s dash! This was fun to write and I hope you feel better about your grades, I am extremely cynical and a college dropout and let me tell you it’s just a stupid piece of paper.

I would never want to discourage you from trying your best in school however, and I just want to tell you that you are so much more than your grades. Take it from an Advanced Placement Student who is now just a washout that school isn’t all that important.))

Optimus Prime

You were sure that no one would find you out this far away from the city, as it was kind of your secret place you liked to go to as an easy escape just sit and look up at the stars and contemplate what it was that you did wrong exactly. Your grades in school were beginning to slip a little, and your average was way down from the normal rate, which was really going to negatively affect whether or not you could graduate and get your stupid degree faster than intended. You were predicted to be some kind of prodigal genius as you were always a step ahead of everyone else around you,b tuas time went on you came to the realization that with each step up things just got more and more complicated- you were no longer a genius, but just an average student, and it felt like such a devastating blow to your already fragile ego.

You were so dang used to being the brightest and the smartest in a class of people that going to college made you feel inadequate as you found more and more people were on the same level as you were. It kind of hurt as you came to the realization that you were just a normal slightly above average teenager growing up to be just an even more average adult without any kind of special skills or talents that others already seem to have. You felt like somewhere along the way you have fallen behind, and you just don’t know how to deal with it, you never failed and you never fall behind- what the heck was this feeling?It made you feel like you were the dumbest person on the planet that all of this was able to get to you so deeply. You can’t even process your own emotions anymore for corn’s sake!

Which was why it was even more frustrating that Optimus’ arrival to your secret little oasis surprised you at all as you can see him roll up to you in vehicle mode- of course he was looking for you, it was just another thing you were too dumb to realise!

You haven’t checked into the base today with the bots, so he must have been concerned for your safety and tracked you down using your phone’s gps signal to find you so far away from civilization.

He was smart enough to do that, and you were to stupid to turn off your phone-ugh!

He expressed his concern as he transformed into his robot mode to see you just sitting in the dry desert dirt just staring up at the only now dimming sky that would soon be dotted and light up by an amazing display of naturally occurring lights known as stars and planets. You must have been out here for hours just staring at nothing as he noticed your skin was a little red from being out in the sun for too long, his concern for your well being was growing rapidly as this little outburst was so out of character for you.

You just sighed and explained that you were realizing that everyone who praised you as a kid was wrong to place such merritt in you, and that you turned out to be less than what you were expected to be worth. You turned out to be such a terrible failure that people should regret believing in you because you can’t even manage to keep your damn grades up enough to stay on the dean’s list.

You were just bitter.

You were just average.

You were just stupid.

“Why would you say such horrible things about yourself?” Optimus asked as gently as he could with his oh so attractive baritone voice “Everyone has good and bad days- sometimes those bad days can turn into bad months, even those can turn into bad years. It does not make you any less worthy of praise for your intelligence.”

He sat in the sand next to you as he lifted you up to be closer to his faceplate as he spoke directly from the spark.

“Bein average intelligence is not a bad thing, just as being more intelligent is not always a good thing. In the end, we all grow and change in mysterious ways- and we all change over the course of our lives that one day you might find you are no longer interest in one subject and are inexplicably drawn into another. It doesn’t make you any less intelligent, besides, it has come to my attention grades are not a reflection of intelligence but rather the ability to perform a multitude of assignments and works.”

He paused for a moment as he began to stroke your hair gently.

“I failed many assignments as an Archivist on Cybertron you know, but it did not reflect who I have become as a Prime and it didn’t change the fact that I could still do my job just as well as I could before the mistake. You will be ok- do your best and everything will turn out alright.”

It was comforting to know even someone like Optimus Prime could fail- maybe there was hope for you, you just had to try and focus more on your weaknesses and turn them into strengths.

Bulkhead

He peeked into your second story window from the big and secluded backyard of your house to see you still sulking quietly in your bed with all the lights turned off, you still dressed in your comfy looking pajamas that had cute characters on them, and he felt himself deflate a little as you barely spoke to him as he announced himself with a gracious hello and a fine how are you. It concerned him a lot to see how far you have fallen in just a few short days from being completely ok to being in this depressed state since you were made fun of at your job for being too incompetent for not being able to do this one task that you weren’t even trained to do. Your manager had no right to yell at you like that, especially when they didn’t even bother to teach you how to do that task after you were scolded so you would at least know next time!

This manager was just on some sick power trip if you asked him and he only got more frustrated as you told him time and again they just liked to yell at everyone who even did the slightest thing wrong, Bulkhead hated micromanagers- it was why he was A Wrecker and not a regular Autobot warrior, less pressure to perform a certain way and more smashing and hitting involved.

It was so much easier for him to just be that big force to be reckoned with on the battlefield than some finesse filled mech who had to perform a certain way. Smashing things was so much easier than dancing around an enemy.Though he knew how you took pride in your intelligence and problem solving skills, and he can see how deflated you have become having all of that questioned by some jerk who couldn’t even be bothered to teach you the correct ewy how to do something. That was the sign of a bad boss- those kinds that like to sit on their ass while the rest of you all slave away to make them a profit, he knows those types all too well from his time as a contractor on Cybertron. He never cared much for people in higher up positions, and it only frustrated him more that he can’t just smash hi way through your problems like he can his.He would gladly tear down a wall if you found it was offending you.

“Do you wanna go for a drive? I hear there is this crazy new monster movie out that guarantees at least one good scare! None of that fake jumpscare stuff either, but like, genuine fear!” He said excitedly as he was trying to offer up a little distraction to your sulky attitude “You don’t even have to get dressed or anything, no one will see you in my cabin at the drive in!”

No one liked getting dressed after spending all day- or in your case, all week in their jammies.

“Tempting Bulk, but no thanks- I’m not feeling it today.” You said as you turned over on your bed to face away from him as an indication that you were done talking for now, but he was a little too frustrated at this point to let this kind of thing go.

“Look, I know this guy at work hurt your feelings and junk, but you are like the smartest person I know! No one else can think of cool out of the box ways to solve a problem- it’s your manager’s problem that they have to work out!”Yeah, he wasn’t good with words.

You said nothing as you just wrapped yourself up in your blankets as you lay on your side hoping Bulk would just let you sulk for a little while longer, and Bulkhead felt himself go from frustrated to compassionate in 2 seconds flat. He can physically see the pain you were feeling having such a core part of your character come into question like that- to have someone rip you down thinking they know oh so much more about a subject than you do.

It hurt. A lot. He would know.

“I-I know I’m not the best at comforting you or making you feel better” He began “but I know you, and you are an amazingly smart and fun person who can make this bot’s day in ways you can’t even imagine. You are like uhhh- the sun?”He coughed and rubbed at the back of his head in an awkward fashion.You turned to look at him quizzically as you were still wrapped up in your comforting cocoon of your bedding as he seemed to be having trouble finishing his thought.

“I-I just mean that you are like warm and junk, and that seeing you sad makes me sad, so like maybe making you happy can make me happy?” He just sighed and started mumbling to himself quietly as you picked up on words like “I’m so stupid” and “The Sun? What the heck was that about?”

He was so cute and you couldn’t help but feel lifted from this little funk you were in.

“You know what bulk, I think the movie is a good idea- maybe a good spooking will cheer me up!” You said as you stood up from your bed and stretched a little as you made your way out the door to where he was now parked in the street in front of your house.

He was so bad with words, but you know what he was trying to say, you were a bright star in the sky that kept his life going and no matter what that jerk says and that you are worth so much more than the few mistakes you’ve made in the past.

Thanks Bulk, you thought as you sat in the driver’s seat watching the events in the movie closely to see if you can predict when the scary bits would start to happen so you can pretend like they didn’t surprise you at all.

Smokescreen

He didn’t really notice anything wrong with you at first, as that was just how his personality was as he can come off as seemingly uncaring as he was just a little bad at noticing subtle differences in your demeanor, but he began to catch on when you began to act unimpressed at some of his macho displays that he puts on to try and impress you. You didn’t react to it when he made a bunch of cool donuts in the loose and grainy sand, which bummed him out a little as doing things like that took him forever to master, and you also didn’t really react when he poked at you sides a little to try and get some kind of reaction from you as you were so ticklish he was sure this would work, and you didn’t react when he tried his super secret method of cuddling and hugging by just pulling you up to his chest and sitting in a quiet room somewhere to just relax and decompress from a stressful day.

It hurt him a little that he couldn’t see it earlier in you, but he would just have to sit here and think really really hard about the situation to know if maybe you in fact did tell him and he was just to insensitive to remember what it was you said.

Damn, what was it that you talked about last week-

You talked about how you were stoked to try this new soda flavor that was coming out this summer to go with the new fast food burger you liked at this one chain that was like a two hour drive away from where you lived, you talked about how your family was bumming you out a little because it was the same old same old pressures of you not being good enough and junk, you told him how you never thought your first car was going to be something as awesome as him (of course he would remember you saying something passive like that), and he remembered you saying something in frustration about being in this tiny little town in the middle of the desert that wasn’t even big enough to have a functioning shopping center.

Hmm- it would seem his inability to listen to you was starting to become a problem that he should really work on. He is starting to feel so very guilty as he realizes that needs to be a better listener to you, because you are so kind and patient to just listen to him rant and rave about all of his stuff all day long, what kind of mech doesn’t even listen to his own partner?!

C’mon, think!

Your family! He remembered!

You were really bummed out about how they just continued to verbally berate you based on your choices in study, telling you how useless and wasteful of your skills and potential it was to get an Art Degree instead of pursuing something more “meaningful” like engineering or sciences. They said something about you wasting your life and resources while frustratingly telling you that you were “so much smarter” than someone who just bangs a brush against a canvas for a menial living where you can’t even buy you a nice house or start a real family on that kind of money- harsh. You were so passionate about the art you had a hand in creating, you were so amazing at picking all kinds of colors and patterns to a simple piece of paper that he was sure it was your calling, and it was fun watching you make things come to life with your various tools. Also if you were to ask him, which no one ever does for some reason, you were like the smartest human he had ever met- you were not only very book smart but you were so very intelligent when it came to things like problem solving and emotional serenity.

Being some doctor or some engineer isn’t meant for everyone, and so what if you weren’t, it’s not the end of the world!

The fact that your family just screamed at you and called you stupid for wasting your potential, that was just cruel on their part and he can see why you were so bummed out about it.

You were so much more than whatever career you choose, and you were so much more than whatever it was that they expected of you.Some partner he is, huh? You must be so frustrated and depressed and here he was doing donuts in the sand.

“Hey.” Smokescreen said as he caught you sulking in his berth room all alone without so much as music playing in the background.

“Hey, yourself.” You snapped back as you curled deeper into your fetal position, you weren’t exactly in the mood to hear him talk at the moment- You loved Smokey but was just so… Unintentionally cruel?

“I’m sorry, I screwed up.” He said as he looked defeated as his shoulders physically slumped downwards. You looked up at him with a quizzical expression as it looked like he was trying to think of words to way.

“I know you have been feeling bad lately, and instead of trying to be a good friend and listen to you, I have just been throwing distraction after distraction in your direction and I can see how it can be a little overwhelming.” He sighed out loud “You tell me all the time how frustrating your family is and how upset they make you and I can’t even do the most basic thing and just listen so-”

He sat on the berth next to you as he gently stroked at your hair with his digits.

“I’m here now, and I promise to always be there- I will try to slow down from now on and let you catch a break with me like you are supposed to be able to. You mean the world to me and I don’t want to lose you over me being to stupid to read a situation.”

Wasn’t he supposed to be comforting you and not the other way around? He was such a goober- but you loved it.

“It’s ok, Smokey, just don’t cry on me ok.” You said as you playfully punched him on his leg.

“I’m not!”

Breakdown

It was true that Breakdown was not the smartest Cybertronian around, in fact, throughout most of his life he was just considered hired muscle and basically paid to just keep his mouth shut and so his job. It wasn’t really a bad thing to be able to support yourself just doing odd jobs that required a little extra strength to convince someone to pay up whatever debt they owe, but he has come to the conclusion that all these years of just hard labored work, well it has left him a little clueless when it came to problems of the spark. He always felt a little funny involving Knockout so much in what it was he was doing trying to impress you and make you love him, but what else can he do?

He is about as suave as a brick with the emotional capacity of a mechling.He was the kind of mech that would, as you humans like to say, hit it and quit it due to the fact that he just wasn’t good mate material- at least that is how he sees it in his own processor.

You on the other hand, despite the fact you were just a human, you were so amazingly bright and warm and comforting that he is inexplicably drawn to you and the energy you put off. You can make him laugh whenever he is feeling frustrated and you could talk him down from whatever else he was about to cross. He has been through so much in his days- including the little incident with those terrorists that snatrched him and experimented on him for those few hours. You were so polite and kind and patient, you never once judged him for his feelings and you never once have lost your temper with him.

Which was why he was so concerned with how you were behaving when you returned from your trip back to your hometown.

Your smile was a way to keep him grounded, and instead of greeting him with one, you just sulked down lower and shut yourself into your small room on The Ship.

He asked Knockout what he thought, as maybe this was just some femme thing he didn’t get, but for once in his existence his good friend had nothing to say. “I’m not an expert on humans, Breakdown, you are going to have to ask her what’s wrong yourself.” “I will frag it up though” “Probably”. Thanks Knockout, you are truly a great friend- see, this was why he needed someone like you in his life to show him that not everybot (and ever human) on this planet is just a sadistic and cruel being.

You always return to the human world on the weekdays, something about having to keep your job and to visit your friends and family, which was understandable as you were working undercover to sabotage the human race as they knew it in exchange for freedom and absolute power. You need to keep up this front in your government facility that you were who you said you were, and sure he gets a little lonely on the days you were gone, but he was so busy basking in your presents when you were here it kind of makes up for all the time you were apart.Listen to him rant, it’s not like the two of you were even together or anything- Primus, he really is as desperate as Kncout has said he was.

“So, how was your week?” He asked awkwardly as he poked his head into your unlocked room- the door was closed but unlocked, so that meant he could come in right? Maybe he should have knocked?

“S’ok, I guess.” You said as he noticed you were unpacking cloths and junk from your bag in order to make your stay on the ship more comfortable.

“Ok? Did something happen?” Was he prying? Scrap! “I mean, if you want to tell me or whatever I’m here- not that you have to or anything-”

“Oh Breakdown.” You chuckled sadly as you felt yourself becoming emotional again, this was what you were trying to avoid honestly. How weak is it to cry on a ship full of giant alien robots hell bent on destroying your planet in order to get back at their enemies that had forsaken them? It’s a rhetorical question, it looks terrible, and as sure as you were that Breakdown was a kind mech you did not want to risk it.

With your back turned to him you explained how frustrating it is to work a job that has so much red tape and so many rules and hoops to jump through that it is impossible to get anything done. You just wanted what was bets for everyone, but it was so hard to get anything done when it felt like there were so many roadblocks in front of you- not to mention all of those ungrateful constituents of yours that are constantly bringing into question your intelligence because you never actually finished college.

You don’t need a degree to be a politician, look at who was running the damn country.

Breakdown listened as you told him all of these things, and he was no expert, but he can hear you getting choked up about the part where you never finished school and your co workers were making fun of you for it. How juvenile was that, and that was coming from a guy who was paid not to think for Primus’ sake. You don’t need some stupid piece of paper to tell you that you are worthy of your job or to tell you how smart you are- the proof was in the pudding as you would say, why get hung up on some stupid paperwork?

“Erm Uhmm” he just coughed as he came all the way into the room and locked the door behind him, if he didn’t knock before coming in he was certain Knockout would to if he was inclined to be here- no need for him to see Breakdown’s tender side. “I’m not- I’m not good at this kind of thing, you know.”You turned around to see him looking down at his feet as he shuffled slightly like a child caught doing something bad. Was this weakness? How tender of him to show you this side, it made you feel less bad for nearly sobbing in front of him just now.

“You are so smart, you know so much more than I do, and I’m supposed to be the more advanced species in this scenario, you know? I’m trying to say that you shouldn’t let those bums get to you- after all, once we succeed in our mission you won’t have to deal with anymore of their scrap and you can finally do your job without having to deal with all those rules and red tape. You will be making the rules! Which I have seen you doing your job, it will benefit everyone- you are so great you know.”

You actually laughed as he looked up with starstruck optics as he was the one to actually make you laugh this time. “Oh Breakdown, you are better at this kind of thing than you think you are.”

That was all he needed to hear, as the highlight of his day was that bright smile, he will never forget it.

(05/16/18)