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btxtreads · 4 years ago

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Breaking Free

PROLOGUE: START OF SOMETHING NEW

↳ Pairing: Hueningkai x Reader

↳ word count: 2.2k words

↳ rating: PG

↳ genre: Floof

↳ Warnings: BTS Maknae line are jerks but they mean well they’re just idiots, Kai is drinking alcohol idk if u guys can handle that yet

“Kai, put down your phone and go talk to someone else other than the boys.” A scolding voice sounded out.

Kai flinched in surprise as he looked up, another red solo cup thrusted into his hands.

“Lea, I’m pretty sure drinking grape juice in a party is as lame as talking to my friends at a phone the whole time.” Kai said hesitantly.

“I’m still your older sister and I will not hand you alcohol willingly.” Lea rolled her eyes and propped a hand on her hip. “Still, we’ll be stuck in this resort for three more days—you’ve been refusing to talk to these kids after you played basketball with them once.”

“You don’t understand,” Kai whined before lowering his voice in a whisper. “They can’t even shoot a basket.”

Lea shakes her head.

“Kai,” she clicks her tongue. “For the love of god, please. Talk to other people.”

The boy only blinked as his older sister turned abruptly and left, swallowed by the crowd in seconds. Kai shook his head, placing the cup his sister handed him in one corner and running his hand through his freshly dyed blonde hair. His eyes fell on a girl at the side who was giving him heart-eyes, making him smile softly.

“Hello.”

“Jeon fucking Jungkook, set me free or I swear to god, I’m putting itch cream in your underwear drawer.”

Jungkook only cackled, hands flat on Y/N’s back as he pushed her forward. On either side of the teenage girl, the boy’s best friends Taehyung and Jimin held her arms and dragged her along with them.

“Guys, I don’t want to party.”

“You’re a teenager—what teenager doesn’t want to party?” Jimin snorted as they finally stopped walking smack-dab in the middle of the party.

“Here, drink this.” Taehyung said, patting her shoulder lightly.

“This is tequila.” Y/N deadpanned.

Taehyung shrugged as Jungkook raised his eyebrow, offering a cup he mysteriously had in his hand.

“Would you like something stronger?”

“Kook—“

“Come on, you’re an adult.”

“It’s weird that you’re my older brother yet you’re encouraging me to drink.” Y/N sighed, smelling the content of her cup—surprisingly sweet. “This smells weird.”

“It has orange juice.” Jimin shrugged.

“I wouldn’t let you drink if you weren’t so uptight.” Jungkook shrugged. “Come on, you’re a kid. Have fun!”

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes and tipping the cup back. The drink was surprisingly pleasant-tasting, save for the burn at the back of her throat.

“Oh dear god,” Y/N coughed, hand thumping on her chest. “That burns.”

“Alcohol is called liquid courage for a reason—“ Jungkook said, eyes trailing up to the ceiling in thought. “Definitely don’t tell mom I’m letting you do this, but for legal purposes, you are under my supervision.”

“Oh, mom’s going to fucking murder your ass.”

“And just for that—“ Jungkook snorted hand clasping on her arm as a bright light shone on him. “You know what I’m gonna do?”

“Oh, what are you gonna do tough guy?”

“Karaoke night!” Jungkook screamed, making Taehyung and Jimin laugh out loud as the former shoved his own sister in front of him. “She’s singing Start of Something New!”

“What?!” Y/N whirled around. “No, I’m not!”

As she turned back to berate her brother for shoving her in the spotlight, all three of her idiots were missing. The next thing she knew, hands were pulling her up to the stage.

After trying (and failing) to flirt, Kai was sitting down in another chair—this time clutching a red solo cup with a coke and soju mix he remembered Yeonjun teaching him the last time they were in a party. His other hand held his phone in his hands again, having just pulled up his messages to send a text to the gc when he was almost blinded by a bright light.

“What?” He mumbled under his breath as he looked up to see a lot of faces peering down at him. “What did I do?”

“Karaoke night!” He heard a voice scream from nearby, followed by a girl screaming in protest.

“Wait, I don’t sing—“ Kai yelped as hands grasped onto him. “Wait—“

He felt himself shoved onto a small platform which acted as a makeshift stage.

“I don’t know how to sing.” Kai said, scratching his head.

A flailing girl was shoved onto the platform next to him. He can hear the girl mumble curses under her breath, her hands shaking in rage as she set down a cup of what looked like tequila in her hands. He watched the girl take the microphone in her hands, angrily speaking into it.

“Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin—You hope you all die very gruesome deaths within the next hour because you wouldn’t like it when I get my hands on your fucking asses.” She hissed, sighing as loud rambunctious laughter came back to her from somewhere in the room.

Kai smiled awkwardly as he gaze fell onto him, making her stumble back slightly. It was then that her face heated up, realizing that she was in front of an audience at the moment.

“Karaoke Night.” Kai mumbled, eyes falling over to the crowd and wincing once he saw Lea holding up her phone.

“I-I don’t sing.” The girl said weakly as another kid who was acting as the party host of the night arrived with another microphone, plopping it down into Kai’s hands.

“You guys will thank me for this one day, you know.” The boy snickered before sauntering off of the stage.

“I-I don’t think I will.” The girl spoke softly as she looked after the boy.

There was a brief silence between Kai and the girl as they waited for the music to begin, a familiar tune sounding out after a few seconds. Kai hesitated slightly, stepping back for a moment before releasing a heavy sigh and lifting the microphone to his lips.

Living in my own world,

Didn’t understand

That anything can happen

When you take a chance

Kai’s face reddened when the girl lowered her head as he sang, her hair covering her face. Slightly embarrassed, especially when she saw Lea’s phone blink—signalling that she was recording—he sighed again, scratching the back of his neck as he moved to leave the stage. Before he could, he heard another voice filter through the speakers.

I never believed in

What I couldn’t see

Kai turned back to the girl, whose eyes are trained on the lyrics projected in a nearby screen—hands tightly clutching the microphone. Kai swore he could see three blinking phones from somewhere by the bar. Ignoring this, the boy stepped back to his spot next to the girl.

I never opened my heart,

to other possibilities.

The girl turned over to him with an unsure smile, making him smile kindly in encouragement. Their voices harmonized together in a beautiful melody as he lifted his own microphone to sing along.

I know that something has changed,

never felt this way.

Kai watched as the girl took an unsure glance off to the side—where the three recording phones were—before looking back at him with a bright, more confident smile.

And right here tonight,

This could be the start of something new.

It feels so right to be here with you, oh.

Kai could feel more people turning over to look at the two of them on stage. The song was getting more upbeat.

And now, looking in your eyes.

I feel in my heart, the start of something new.

Kai, perhaps feeling the effects of the alcohol he took a few minutes ago, felt heat wash over him. Feeling more confident than before, he pulled off his jacket and placed it on the floor as he took the girl’s hands in his. He grinned at the cheers from the crowd, and the light snort coming from the girl.

I never knew that it could happen till it happened to me.

The girl giggled as he spinned her around. She placed her hand on his shoulder as she stopped, grip still tight on the microphone as she sang.

I didn’t know it before, but now it’s easy to see.

At the high note, there were cheers erupting from the crowd. He can see his sister sway along with the crowd and the three men by the bar scream at the top of their lungs.

It’s the start of something new,

It feels so right to be here with you, oh.

The girl pulled away from him with a giddy smile.

And now looking in your eyes,

I feel in my heart.

The start of something new.

He can hear the host coming up behind him as the song faded away.

The start of something new.

The two teens smiled at each other as claps erupted from the crowd.

This time, Kai found himself lounging in a standing table with the girl he sang with right outside the venue. He was having a genuinely good time as he talked to the girl about the experience.

“That was honestly the first time I’ve ever done that.” He laughed, making the girl laugh.

“Same!” She giggled. “Honestly, I wasn’t even picked. My brother was, he just shoved me over instead.”

“Imagine if I sang with him instead,” Kai wondered to himself making the girl laugh.

The girl laughed as the host arrived to his table, setting down two cups.

“You guys did great earlier for two people who supposedly couldn’t sing,” The host joked, patting them on the back. “Good job.”

Kai and the girl exchanged glances before laughing as the host left them. She shook her head and offered her hand out.

“My name’s Y/N.”

“Kai.”

“Nice to meet you,” Y/N grinned, taking a sip of her drink.

“You too, Y/N who doesn’t sing.” Kai snorts as he picked up his cup.

“No, I swear to god I don’t.” Y/N laughed. “That’s more of my brother’s alley—music and shit.”

“And what would be yours?”

“Math? Science?” Y/N chuckles. “Anything in a book.”

“Sounds fascinating.” Kai nodded. “Mine’s basketball.”

“Wait, wait—“ The girl almost choked, laughing. “You’re basketball dude?”

Kai blinked in confusion as the girl, almost lost in the sound of her laughter.

“You were the guy playing basketball with my brother and his friends the other day!” Y/N laughed, making Kai’s eyes widen.

“Your brother is the one who didn’t know what a point guard was!”

“Are you kidding me? Of course he knew what the was, the three of them were in the freaking basketball varsity team.” Y/N laughed out loud. “They were making fun of you, dude.”

“Oh my god.” Kai mumbled under his breath, laughing at himself.

“They do that a lot.” Y/N shook her head as she leaned back. “But they were right, you know. You do seem like a fun guy.”

“They deduced that from making me teach three varsity players how to shoot ball?”

“Yep,” Y/N giggled, making Kai smile widely.

The boy bit his lip to suppress how big his smile had gotten. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but that was the most fun he’s had ever since he was promoted captain of the basketball team.

“Hey, can I get your number?”

“I don’t know yet,” The girl shrugged, quirking her lips to a small smile. “I still haven’t figured out whether you’re a bonehead jock or not.”

“Would a bonehead jock go up to the stage and sing a love song with you?” Kai raised his eyebrow.

“Touche.” Y/N giggled, holding out her hand. “Give me your phone, then.”

Kai smiled, handing her his phone and taking hers in his hands.

“You know,” Kai said with a smile as he took a photo of himself for the contact. “I really enjoyed today with you.”

“Did you?”

“I did.” Kai hummed, giving back her phone and taking his.

Happy New Year!

He smiled at the photo of herself that she took on his phone. Y/N turned, eyebrows raising as she saw Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin at the side beckoning her over—Jungkook pointing over to his phone, showing their mother’s caller ID. She turned to say farewell to Kai, but he was too busy marvelling over his phone.

Taking one glance at the sky, covered in colorful fireworks, she shot one last smile Kai’s way before turning around and walking over to her brother and his friends.

“Is it okay if I text you tonight?” Kai asked after a few seconds, gaining his courage to face the girl—only to find no one. “Wh—Y/N?”

He sighed, rolling his eyes with a smile as Lea ran up towards him and slinging an arm around his torso.

“There’s my baby!” Lea greeted. “Who knew I’d see you actually be half-decent at something out of the basketball court? Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?”

Kai blinked over at the girl before looking down at his phone, smiling softly at the photo of Y/N.

“I really didn’t know.”

That night was the start of something new.

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sunaswife · 4 years ago

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𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒

Shigaraki X f! Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, brainwashed/ programmed reader, implied kidnapping, Dom/sub, use of the word ‘pet’ and ‘master’, first time sex, uh..does this count as yandere..? Idk lol

🔪: this is like my second time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad 🙇‍♀️ plz don’t spank me. N E Wayz I dedicate this fic to @aoi-turtle 🖤 and Any other shiggy whores out there

Edit: I FORGOT TO TAG @dinablossom and @toworuu IM SO SORRY BSVAKAGSJA

Summary: Imagine being programmed to be the leagues healer but also Shigaraki’s little cum bucket

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“Master what is the meaning of this.” Shigaraki looked at the television screen as he scratched his neck. “I took her quirk and made it a thousand times better.” He said simply. “Tomura shigaraki where should I place her?” Kurogiri asked. “Anywhere. I don’t care. I just don’t understand why you brought a stupid hero here.” He said annoyed.

“Now now—“ “Shut up and put her somewhere out of my sight!” Tomura demanded and Kurogiri sighed and carried your body to the spare room by shigaraki’s private quarters. You looked dead, you were exhausted, traumatized, in shock.

You were frozen. Your eyes stayed open, unblinking as you stared at the ceiling. It looked as if you were dead. But your body is warm and you were breathing, you’re alive and you’ll recover quick. Thanks to the quirk All for One fixed for you.

Dabi smirked at your ruined form. Spinner hid his rosy cheeks, you were a cute one. Toga was excited to have another girl in the league she talked with Twice about all the fun things you two could do together. Whether it be painting your nails, doing your hair, torturing someone, or making them bleed. She was excited.

“What’s so good about her quirk that you needed it.” Shigaraki asked. “It’s come to my attention that the league has been missing an important puzzle piece.” He started off. “Yeah? What’s that?” The light blue haired man asked. He was beyond ticked off to have a hero here. “She’s not a hero. She was training under UA’s school nurse. But she fell into the hero course for recovery and first aid training.” He said and everyone stayed silent and patiently listened to the brain behind the league.

“Her quirk is pyrokinetic regeneration. She manipulates fire with the energy of the person who needs healing and together she heals with so called fire. Her quirk was small, only a few cuts a bruises here and there could she heal. But I added cell regeneration so she can even fix up deep wounds that could need surgery in a matter of days instead of months.”

“Sounds amazing! No she could use her fire against us!” Twice said and Toga nodded. “She won’t. Her fire doesn’t burn unless you’re hurt.” Kurogiri returned. “But she’s still a hero brat so wouldn’t she try to resist?” Dabi asked. “I don’t know but let me try and see!” Toga giggled and pulled out a knife she easily slit her wrist and skipped her way to your new room.

Out of curiosity the other members followed suit. Shigaraki first, he wanted to see if you were truly useful if not then he’d disintegrate you right here and now. “Hi hi new friend! My name is Toga!” The psychotic girl giggle as her blood dripped all over the floor. You looked up slowly from your spot on the bed. “H-hi...T-toga..” your voice was low. “Kurogiri Can you bring her some water?” Toga asked and he left and came back in the blink of an eye.

Your hands were shaking for the cup of water but Toga held it back, away from you. “If you want the water then heal my wrist first.” She said sweetly with a giggle. “Heal your wrist?” You whispered and she nodded. “O-okay..” you stuttered and you slowly removed the blanket from your lap. You stood up with wobbly legs to go to the girl but you fell. The chain on your ankle pulled you back. You winced and looked at her, pleading for her to come to you. She asked if you were okay and when you responded she shoved her bloody arm to your face. “Take a deep breath. This may sting...” you started and a small green flame came upon your hand. You rubbed the flame over both of your hands like you were putting on lotion, finally when the flames covered both hands you pressed hard on her wrist. She winced, “ow ow ow.” She whimpered, you removed your hands and everyone stared at the flame around her whole wrist. “Give it thirty seconds....or not...” you said as you stared wide eyed at her already healed cut. It was barley a touch and it’s gone now. “Wow. No scar!” She giggled and turned to show the guys. “Wow stab me next, please don’t or else I’ll bite ya!” Twice said and you reached for the water. “Interesting.” Shigaraki mumbled with a small squint. Kurogiri looked over and hoped he wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

“Shows over. She needs her rest.” Kurogiri said and everyone left one by one. Toga gave her a hug and wished for you both to be the best of friends and she skipped away. “Tomura Shigaraki. What are you thinking?” Kurogiri asked as Shigaraki began to walk into your room. “Nothing that concerns you.” He spat and slammed the door. Kurogiri sighed but returned to the bar nonetheless.

“Do you know who I am?” Shigaraki asked, “Yes you’re the leader of the league of villains, You’re name is Tomura Shigaraki and your quirk is decay—“ “that’s enough!” He raised his voice and looked at you with wide eyes.

You looked so sad and you glanced down at your cup. “Mr. shigaraki I know I don’t usually talk this much. I’ve always been the quiet type. I think whoever kidnapped me gave me a huge sense of knowledge. I know the league is bad but I don’t care about the heroes anymore and I don’t know why. I know everything about you guys, your true identity, your quirks, your past. And when I see you I—“ you quickly stopped yourself.

Shigaraki raised a brow. “You what?” He asked curiously. “N-nothing. Just forget it.” You answered and he growled. “Answer me now before I kill you.” He said and your legs subconsciously clenched together. You stayed quiet and your chest rose and fell a little more quickly. Why was this feeling in your chest when this killer, this man child looked at you? What exactly did the man he calls master do to you?

Before you knew it he gripped your chin and lifted it harshly so you could look at his wrinkly red eyes. Even though he looks like a bum he smelled nice and clean. A hand was covering his face and you slowly lifted your hand to touch it and his other hand grabbed your wrist. “What the fuck are you doing? Do you have a death wish you fucking idiot?” He growled and you gulped. “C-can i see your face?” You asked and he tilted his head confused.

“No. Answer my question-“ before you both knew it, as if your body had a mind of its own you tackled shigaraki down and you snatched the hand off his face. His hand quickly wrapped around your neck and arm and you pressed your lips against his. He halted his finger from pressing against your neck. He was beyond confused.

“If only tomura finished listening to what i had to say.” All for one chuckled loudly. You both were able to faintly hear the television from down the hall. “He would know that I managed to change y/N’s desires and whole way of thinking. She’s now with the league of Villains and she’s in love with its leader, Tomura Shigaraki. Consider it a present and motivation for the future of the league.” You both heard and you pulled away from him. “I’m sorry. I should have asked.” You said lowly. He stood there stunned and silent.

He slowly sat up and looked at your figure. “So you were brainwashed like my Nomu.” He hummed and took a few steps back. He noticed how you crawled closer to him but the chain was keeping you away.

“Who do you love?”

“You.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who’s your master?”

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

You said and he smirked. He was gonna have fun with you. “At least master was kind enough to give me a beauty.” He said as he held on to the chains. “Don’t freak out.” He warned and you nodded. He disintegrated the chain around your ankle and he pulled you by the arm. You were wearing an ugly hospital gown and you were barefoot. You couldn’t help but shiver. He went next door to his room and he shoved you in and slammed the door. You nearly tripped over the mess and you turned to look at shiggy. “Why are you just standing there?” He asked, “You haven’t given me orders.” You deadpanned. “You can’t think for yourself?” He questioned. “No i can but I Don’t want to upset you.” You replied.

“Fine then clean this shit up.” He referred to his very very messy room. You nodded and began to lift up a piece of trash but he pulled you away. “Change first.” He said and handed you a black hoodie. “Do you have a bathroom?” You asked. “No change here.” He said and you nodded. You turned so your back was facing him and carefully began to take off the gown, leaving you completely bare and Shigaraki couldn’t help but look.

Your skin was so beautiful and looked so soft. He saw as you carefully put on his hoodie and it completely engulfed you. It reached to your mid thigh. You slowly turned to look at him with rosy cheeks. The hoodie smelled just like him. “Tomura—“ “It’s master to you.” He Interrupted and you nodded, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together once more. “Sorry...m-master.” You said and played with the hem of his hoodie.

“Master..can I have some underwear too...? I feel weird, when I’m bare underneath..” you asked. “No, continue cleaning my room.” He answered coldly and sat on his gaming chair. He turned on his console and began playing whatever game he had.

You sighed and you couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous yet scarred face and his beautiful long fingers. In an instant he can kill you, but if you’re good..then he might even reward you. If you were to die, I’d rather be in the hands of your master than anyone else.

You quickly began you pick up the instant ramen bowls and bags of chips. You separated recycling and trash. You even managed to pick up all his dirty clothes and put it in the hamper in less than an hour. Tomura was stunned, one minute he can barley walk in, the next It’s almost spotless. He saw you from the corner of his eye, you were folding his clothes that practically had the same color scheme.

“Can i go through your drawers to put your clothes away..?” You finally spoke up. “Yeah it’s whatever. I don’t care.” He mumbled and returned to the screen. “Ugh stupid game!” He huffed and began pressing the controller more furiously. You chuckled and thought that it was so cute and adorable when he was frustrated.

You went to his California king sized bed and began to fix the sheets and make his bed. Since it was so huge, you had to climb on to properly fix it. You were completely in your own world when Shigaraki turned and saw your wet cunt on display in all it’s glory. Ever since he saw you he couldn’t help but feel that urge to take you. His resistance was getting to him and now he wanted to give in to his urges even more. He was too distracted that he lost the fucking game and he growled and disintegrated the controller. That was his own form of rage quitting.

You heard his sound of frustration so when you turned you expected him to be in the same chair uttering bullshit, but you were shocked when you felt your hips being pulled back. Your cunt was touching his pants, but you can feel his bulge. “Um..master..I—“

“Shut up.” He said and reached for your neck. He pulled you back to him and wrapped his other arm around your waist, hovering your aching clit. “This is whats gonna happen.” He started off and you nodded. “I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to like it. Okay?”

“I understand.” You said softly, you felt his hands slowly lift up the hoodie just a bit to get a better view of your ass. You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. “I know I’m probably not your dream girl but I promise to be a good girl, master..” your voice shook. He tilted his head, were you getting insecure?

“No pet, you’re perfect to me.” He assured and you could hear his belt jingle as he took it off. “You seem pretty wet already, pet. Since how long have you been like this?” He asked as he got out of his jeans. He slowly open your cheeks to reveal your little pussy clenching around nothing, how cute. “Since I saw you..” you mumbled. He smirked and leaned down. He immediately began to eat out your cunt causing you to gasp in shock and grip the sheets. Your chest layed roughly against the bed as your ass stood proud in the air for the leader of the league of villains to enjoy.

“Fuck—“ you moaned and you felt a slap on your ass. You slightly jumped released a small yelp. “Watch your language.” He growled from your pussy. “Yes master.” You whimpered and he slowly began to rub his thumb on your other hole. Your small moans filled the room and he easily slipped his middle finger in you. You squeezed around him so deliciously, he couldn’t help but wished his cock was inside.

This has never happened to him before, this feeling in his chest. Someone that loves him and will obey his every command. You’re so beautiful as well, and your sounds. Your moans and whimpers, in all honesty he jut wanted to get himself off. But after hearing you and seeing you. He wants to make sure you have pleasure as well.

He continued pumping his finger in and out of your slick walls and your voice started getting slightly higher. “Master...I—I’m gonna cum...”you panted and your toes began to curl. “It’s okay, cum for me, pet. You’ve been a good girl.” He said softly and he felt you clench around his finger. When you came he slowly removed his finger and examined it. You must be new to is if you could get off with just one of his long fingers.

You layed on the bed a bit tired, not paying attention to your master who had tasted your cum on his finger. It was delicious and he wanted another taste. When you felt a lick on your cunt again you immediately shivered and clenched your thighs. “Hold still I just wanna taste some cum.” Shigaraki huffed and he pulled your thighs apart. You were pretty sensitive but you obeyed nonetheless.

You moans began to fill the room once more and before you could finish and cum again he pulled away. You automatically whimpered and turned to give your master puppy dog eyes. “I would let you cum again, but my cock is so fucking hard I don’t think I can wait another minute.” he said and began to pull down his boxers.

Before you could get back in position, which freaking hurt, he flipped you over on your back and you made a small oof noise. You looked up to See shigaraki focused on his cock, he was rubbing himself up and down your slit to use your cum as lube. “Alright I’m going in.” He announced and slowly pushed his rather large member inside your tint cunt. You immediately yelped and held on to his biceps. “M-master wait—it hurts..” you pleaded and Tomura finally looked up at your face.

He loves inflicting pain, he loves watching people’s painful expressions when they’re hurt or when they’re gonna die. Chisaki’s face was so amusing. But when he saw yours, his heart shattered and he didn’t want to hurt you at all. You’ve been nothing but good to him, he doesn’t want to hurt his little toy. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, “it’s okay..” you sniffled. After a minute of him being patient you gave him a nod and he continued to slowly bottom out.

You both released a moan when he was all the way in. You both have never felt anything like this before. “Can I start moving?” Shigaraki asked you as he brushed way the hair from your face. You nodded and he pulled almost all the way out and he slammed back in. Your little gasps and moans came back which made shigaraki feel at ease. You can clearly hear your slick with every thrust and it was music to his ears.

“I’ve been neglecting these.” He grunted and lifted his hoodie over your chest. Finally he was able to see your beautiful soft breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He moaned and immediately lowered his mouth to one of your nipples. You squealed and your back arched and he pushed you down. “Master...” you moaned softly. His tongue swirled around your hardened bud and your fingers tangled in his light blue hair. Two of his fingers pinched your other nipple and he lightly bit the nipple in his mouth.

“I think I-I’m close—“ you gasped and he removed his mouth. His thrusts decreased in speed but they became harder. He had a stupid smirk on his face and your eyes widened when he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Hold it until I say so.” He demanded and you muttered a weak yes. He felt how your gummy walls squeezed against his large dick, he was getting close too. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.” He groaned with his head tilted back and your mouth watered at the sight. Why is he so fucking handsome?

He could feel himself getting closer to his climax so he rubbed his thumb on you clit while increasing his pace once more, causing you to be even louder than before. Everyone in the bar could hear and a certain fire villian grumbled in annoyance. “Master I can’t hold it anymore!” You screamed. “Then cum my stupid little pet. Cum all over my cock like a good girl.” He grunted and bit his lip at the sight of your sweaty body. Your bouncing breasts, crazy hair, your adorable ahego face, your twitching legs and finally your grip on his biceps. You were so prefect and so good to him and only him.

When you came you felt his cum shoot inside you as well causing you to gasp at the delicious feeling. Tomura rested his head on your shoulder and tried catching his breath. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the closeness. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and you gave his shoulder a kiss causing him to freeze. “I love you master, thank you for making me feel good.” You said softly. He chuckled and pulled you closer, “I love you too.”

I wanna write a part 2 of Shiggy finding out his little toy is being used by a certain fire boy 👀

#tomura shigaraki #shigaraki smut #league of villains #my hero academia #yandere shigaraki #smut #[🏌️‍♀️🔪.yandere]

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smolfoxbab · 4 years ago

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okay here’s the Narumitsu angst (with a happy ending)

its my blog and i get to choose the hyperfixation to post about

((1,830 words //tw for injury + blood// hope u enjoy!))

Phoenix Wright wasn’t the type of person to make enemies. At least, not on his own. His selfless nature and optimistic personality made him a likable man to be around, even if he was often clumsy and oblivious at times. However, being a defense attorney was a different circumstance, one that brought a certain set of unspoken dangers with it. In proving his client’s innocence, the guilty verdict was placed onto another. While most of these people posed no threat behind the bars of their sentences, there was no guarantee a grudge wouldn’t push them to seek vengeance.

Miles Edgeworth had plenty of experience with this concept already. He was a prosecutor-- The Demon Prosecutor. Among the death threats and various other attempts on his life, he was all too aware of the risks that came with his job. But he had learned to shoulder them, right alongside the other burdens he carried. He also knew that Phoenix didn’t consider these things, didn’t consider his own safety as much as he considered others. Concussed, tazed, nearly drowned and beaten to a pulp in an infamously deadly river... none of it seemed to phase him. He never slowed in his pursuit for protecting others, and that... that concerned Miles more than anything.

“You need to be more careful, Wright,” he had said once in passing after a trial where a guilty offender nearly wrung Phoenix by the neck, the defense attorney standing just a little too close when the verdict was handed down.

“One of these days something... serious, might happen to you, and you won’t be able to just laugh it off.”

Phoenix only flashed him that dopey grin and said, “I’ll be fine, Edgeworth. For an unlucky guy, I’m pretty lucky.”

Miles wanted to believe that, truly. The man seemed to get off easy in dire situations more often than not, so perhaps he had a point behind his foolish reasoning. Even so, his worry lingered. Luck always tended to run out at some point.

---

Then one afternoon, his phone rang. He had already been driving towards Phoenix’s office, having been called over earlier on the premise of having an “important discussion.” He’d left as quickly as he could, but the traffic seemed to determined to keep him from reaching his destination. It was slow, and he seemed to be hitting every red light possible. It was at one of these prolonged red lights, as he sat impatiently tapping the steering wheel, that a familiar tune sounded off in his pocket. Sighing, he slipped his phone out and checked the screen, not too surprised to see Phoenix was the one calling. Forgot to tell him something in the first call, most likely. He hit “answer” and brought the device up to his ear.

“What is it, Wright.”

There was a raspy breath on the other end before Phoenix spoke, his voice just as hoarse.

“M-Miles, I... I-I uh...”

Miles’ brow furrowed, and he found himself straightening in his seat, grip tightening on the phone.

“Wright? Is something wrong?”

There was another breath, followed by a rather nasty sounding cough. There was then a sound that could have been a laugh, if it wasn’t so strained.

“Ah... s-something like that... I w-was trying to call... hhhah... I guess it d-doesn’t mmmatter... a-are you almost... here?”

The light turned green, and Miles pressed on the gas. Harder than he should have, perhaps, but he was uneasy now.

“Yes, I am. What is it, Wright? What happened?”

There was a grunting sound, and the rustle of paper.

“W-well... fffunny story, ah... there was s-ssomeone at the door and it t-turns out it wasn’t... w-wasn’t you and ahm... shit-”

The hiss was sharp and pained. Miles turned a corner a bit too hastily, nearly catching a street sign as he swung around it. Before he could say anything, Phoenix continued.

“I’m not... I’m nnnot doing too hot, Miles... It’s getting... k-kind of hard to... focus...”

Miles clenched his jaw, trying to hold his composure. He was on the final stretch of road, he just had to get there.

“Stay with me, Wright. Stay on the phone. Do you hear me?”

“Yeah...” came the reply, but the strength in it was fading, “yeah... Miles...?”

“I’m here, Wright.”

He turned into the office parking lot as he said that, haphazardly parking and exiting the car in record time.

“.....what I w-wanted to... tell you... I... I love... you.”

Miles’ breath hitched as he ascended the steps. He would’ve have stopped completely if not for the adrenaline fueling his movement. A lump formed in his throat, which he heavily swallowed as he pressed on. Damn it, why now did he- Damn that man.

“J-Just hold on, Wright. I’m coming up on the door now. Wright? Wright?”

Silence filled the other end of the line as he approached the door, which sat unlocked and ajar. A red smear stained the door handle, while more splashes led across the floor and deeper inside. Miles only hesitated a moment before flinging the door open, rapidly searching the room for the other man. It didn’t take long.

The defense attorney was slumped against a bookshelf near his desk, various papers and books scattered around him, along with his still lit up phone. He wasn’t moving. Miles sucked in a breath as he practically slid to Phoenix’s side, one hand clasping his shoulder while the other went to check his pulse. Thankfully, he could still feel it, though it was weakening.

“Wright? ...Phoenix, can you hear me?”

He tried to get some kind of response, lightly shaking his shoulder, but got nothing. He shifted his gaze downward, where he couldn’t help but spot the dark stain soaking underneath his jacket. He lifted the blue fabric slightly, trying to get some assessment of the damage. It looked too wide a tear to be a gun wound. A stabbing seemed more likely.

“Damn it. Damn you,” Miles cursed under his breath, shucking his jacket off and moving to put pressure on the wound. He set to call the authorities at the same time, his now-shaking hand nearly dropping the phone entirely. He stared at the unconscious man before him as the phone rang, mumbling to himself before the responder picked up,

“If you die, you fool, I’ll... I’ll bring you back and kill you again myself.”

Emergency services responded quickly, and an ambulance was sent with haste. The police force arrived as well, with the ever-diligent Gumshoe heading the charge. Ever-diligent, and ever-emotional, as the detective seemed to blast through one emotion after the next while Phoenix was being prepped for the drive to the hospital. Miles was given the assurance as he boarded the ambulance himself that, no matter what, the culprit wouldn’t get away with it. In the tense silence of the ride that followed, Miles let that statement repeat in his head- let it hold him together. They wouldn’t get away with this. He would see to it personally... Once he was assured that Phoenix was going to make it out of this alive.

---

Several hours of absolutely nerve-wracking waiting in the hospital lobby followed after, but all well worth it when he was informed that Phoenix was in stable condition. That didn’t stop him from nearly throwing the recovery room door off its hinges upon arrival, however. He needed to see it for himself, confirm with his own eyes that the other was alive.

A tired smile greeted him from the bed.

“Hey Edgeworth...”

Miles stood in the doorway for a moment, silent and stiff. Then, slowly, he drew in a breath, let his shoulders relax, and stepped inside with the door closing behind him.

“Wright.”

Phoenix winced at the tone of Miles’ voice, like a child about to be lectured by his parent.

“Look, before you get m-”

“You are an absolute moron, Phoenix Wright. I mean really of all the idiotic- Not only do you call me as you’re bleeding out, rather than contact the authorities-”

Phoenix attempted to interject.

“To be fair I was actually trying to call the-”

But Miles didn’t let him finish.

“But then you have the gall to go and declare- to tell me that you- in such a dire circumstance you decide to claim-”

“Miles-”

“Not seconds before I walk in on what could have well been a murder scene- And what would I have done then? Knowing you had said such a thing before I could even have a chance to process it let alone-”

“Miles if... if you don’t feel the same I-”

“Reciprocate.”

Both of them fell silent then. Phoenix, slack-jawed and staring straight at Miles while the prosecutor locked his gaze to the floor, feeling the heat begin to burn in his cheeks. Phoenix blinked rapidly, beginning to flush a bit himself despite his currently paler complexion.

“Y-y-you mean you-”

Edgeworth huffed and turned towards him, closing the distance between himself and the bed before closing the distance between the two of them. It was an impulsive kiss, and not the one either of them imagined would be their first, but it was real. Phoenix was real, and still here, returning the kiss like it was the most natural thing in the world. A wince and a hiss broke the moment though, Phoenix pulling back to sink into the mattress he’d started to push off of. Miles pulled back hastily, rubbing at his arm with an awkward clearing of his throat.

“A-apologies, I didn’t mean to-”

“No, no- my fault, really. And look I... I’m sorry for worrying you and... how I said that really wasn’t how I meant to go about it-”

Miles cut him off again before he could start losing himself in his rambling.

“I... I know, Wright. I would be far more concerned if your plan had been to confess to me by having a near death experience.”

Phoenix chuckled nervously and looked elsewhere, giving Miles the chance to take up the seat next to his bedside.

“Yeah that’s... a little far out there... even for me. But Miles, you really...?”

Phoenix looked back with a start as Miles took his hand, his grip cautious but protective. Miles attempted to play it off as if he was exasperated, rather than jumbled mess of feelings he was grappling with. The mess of feelings he had been grappling with for some time.

“Honestly, I would have thought just now made it clear enough, but. If I must say it to convince you. Yes, Phoenix. I... I love you, too.”

There was a pause, far too long yet far too short, before Phoenix smiled. Still tired at the edges, but warm and genuine.

“Okay then. I’m... I’m really glad to hear it isn’t just... I’m glad.”

Miles couldn’t help but smile faintly himself, gently squeezing the hand in his.

“...As am I. Now... why don’t you tell me how you got into this mess?”

#narumitsu #wrightworth #ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #My writing #fanfiction #*twiddles fingers*#idk if this is any good but

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in-tua-deep · 4 years ago

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tua rewatch with the roommate

Episode five

Oh fuck the “I found you. all your bodies.” scene

“We died?” “Horribly.” throwback to the ben convo o o f

“If perfectly arranged under rubble and otherwise unharmed counts as ‘horribly”’ - roommate

I like that Diego says he’s going to kill Hazel and Cha-Cha like it’s a challenge?? lol five doesn’t care if they live or die he only cares if u do you big dumbass

“Well I know none of the main characters die bc there’s a season 2... and i’m pretty sure they’re all in s2... like all of the family?”

I mean luther is kind of valid for being frustrated that five didn’t share about the apocalypse but also like,,, the first person five told about it (Vanya) suggested he might be insane. so. i can understand some reluctance on his part on top of the whole “the last time my siblings fought this the Whole World Died Including Them i would like them as far away from apocalypse stuff as possible”

okay okay so five says “they turned me into the perfect instrument” so do y’all think that implies experimentation like in the comics or ????

all i can think about during the kennedy scene though is my high school history teacher. he went over the assassination in intimate detail and i’m pretty sure he was writing a book about it and everything. mr. hansen if you’re out there -

i like feral beard five more than mustache five tbh if i’m picking

“Someone ELSE shot the president? Was he supposed to shoot kennedy or was he supposed to kill the person who shot kennedy?” - Roommate

love that five tells luther to grow up over murder,,, though to be valid pretty sure they did actually murder people as kids SO. grow down?

fuck i love mary,, will you love me like you loved me in the january rain??? just shoot me in the heart

GOD rob is such a good actor

“wait a second... how is he wearing pants?” oh roommate you have a big storm coming

i have some serious questions about the commission and their methods of communication. where do?? the tubes come from? where do they go after?

Allison: i have a bad feeling [about leonard]

where are these instincts for everything else tho??? her marriage?

“Vanya. she really is trying to look out for you. i really would trust her. you could invite her to come along so she can see he’s perfectly fine??” - Roommate, whose instincts regarding not trusting leonard-harold are spot on

apparently my roommate knows people who put salt in their coffee. i have. so many questions.

“That’s suspicious?? that’s suspicious right?? did he do that? is he a secret serial killer? is he a FUCKING secret serial killer?” roommate when they talk about helen cho going missing

“What do you mean stop showing up it’s been like. a day” - I mean. the roommate has a point.

Klaus’s depression bath is a mood :(

did klaus put eye shadow on before his bath or did he get his hands on eye shadow in vietnam?? the questions that will never be answered

Five is so enthusiastic about having someone who understands... he doesn’t even notice absolutely Not Being In The Mood,, klaus is grieving and five is just like !!! where did you go!!!! like it was a vacation

klaus: yeah i’m ten months older now. when i’m done being depressed i will lord that over diego for the rest of our natural lives.

does five write in all caps all the time?? why?

roommate: I wonder what the upper size limit on the knives her can use. like is it machete length? forearm length? what are the limits on his powers. if he sharpened a very sharp mechanical pencil could he use it? if he sharpened a piece of the chandelier? at what point does something become a knife?

me: could he hurl mia (my cat)? mia and her knife feet?

allison also writes in all caps to write leonard’s address

we stan agnes and hazel in this household

“I never said we didn’t !! i just thought she was just a random extra in the first episode and every time we cut away i think that’s the last we’ve seen of her” - roommate because i keep saying that this is an agnes stan household

“OH THERE’S THE PATCHWORK COAT i was afraid it didn’t come back” - okay though good question he definitely didn’t have the coat on the bus. what is it with klaus and his magically appearing coat????

oh :( oh klaus :( every time klaus is sad i am also sad :(

honestly a family conversation IS the threat in this family

god though this random vet in this bar is actually an asshole though like. klaus doesn’t owe him shit. klaus served. he’s clearly having a moment with the photo. that could have been a family member or something who died i don’t even know

agnes: i’m a twitcher :)

“like a twitch streamer?” -Roommate

PLEASE give me twitch streamer!Agnes au

look i just enjoy hazel and agnes

roommate: honey you’re too young for her

me: NO DON’T BE MEAN TO THEM,,, agnes deserves a boytoy

“does diego drive a manual?” my roommate once again focusing on things that i do not

five: i have to find the people whose deaths could save the timeline

my roommate: is it agnes?? is he going to kill agnes????

i’m still laughing about that fact that luther is holding dolores.... over the fire escape... she couldn’t drop that far lads

luther’s dumb sometimes but he does have some nice heart to hearts with his brother,,,, honestly he and five get along pretty well in the early episodes. kindred spirits. body dysmorphia and isolation squad.

my roommate has to keep remembering social media doesn’t exist in this universe

i am still confused as to why

that won’t stop me from giving everyone iphones and youtube accounts in my aus though

diego can curve ANYTHING he throws, usually knives, according to cha-cha’s research. but that doesn’t explain the spoilers i have seen about s2 sO

Klaus: You also told me that licking a nine volt battery would give me pubes

HOW DID I FORGET THAT LINE

oh diego got a bullet graze forgot about that as well?? does he ever get like. medical attention for that? diego?????

it really has been like. maybe two days since helen cho died. is no one??? concerned????? they just immediately jump into replacing her??????????????????? hellO?

“very clear camera angles to show that this actress did not actually play the violin for this role” - i mean that’s fair but ellen is trying rip

me: who’s your favorite character so far? roommate: that’s a tricky question. klaus is very entertaining to watch. allison is the most reasonable and i’m very interested to know, well, she seems like the best combination of reasonable and has the least selfish intentions. diego and luther i feel like are both good in a bland way in that they’re both doing good in the best way they can which usually involves punching people. five is fun. five is very fun. five is as fun to watch as klaus, they’re both very fun actors to watch on screen. they’re more expressive than diego and luther tend to be. me: so which is your favorite????? roommate: first instinct says allison, though she probably has the least dynamic or interesting arc so far

are hazel and cha-cha the best because their victims never see them coming?? like. they aren’t really THAT competent.

“I do LOVE the aesthetic of an ice cream truck playing ride of the valkyries” - my roommate is valid

“LOVE the hypersaturated background in this scene. it’s more fun that having it be desaturated.”

five looks so baby in this scene with the handler :(

still unsure where five got that handgun but i’m vibing

hate when she touches his face !! awful!!!

the handler’s little “all of them??” like yeAH ALL OF THEM even though they irritate the living FUCK out of each other. siblings man

ben gets shotgun for the getaway !!! go ben!

“I’m starting to think... given how space and reality seemed to be warping during her playing... that her medication... isn’t for anxiety...” - oh, oh roommate

ah i blocked out the leonard vanya make out as well

“DIDN’T YOU MEET HIM TWO DAYS AGO?” - yeah i feel u roommate

yup there’s helen’s body

“CSI call crime scene investigation - that’s going to start to smell real soon”

pogo: and you understand that the children can never know

me: actually pogo fuck you

and that’s episode 5 everyone thank you and goodnight

episode six

i do love a good flashback to klaus

klaus: sees a shirtless soldier and instantly falls in love

they don’T EVEN QUESTION HIM just “KATZ GET THIS MAN A PAIR OF PANTS” and they go with it?? he just APPEARED and they don’t even care

klaus was really just vibing in the 60s huh

wait this is like 1962 or 63 right

when does s2 take place?? also the 60s right???

didn’t kennedy die in 1963 i feel like what i know about s2 contradicts that date but i could have sworn they said a round trip to 1963??????

luther is SUCH A MOOD in the family briefing.

“aww he’s a bad liar” - roommate

“I realize that [the umbrella] was necessary for the title drop but where the fuck did that come from”

@ the handler please stop touching five,,, but also five has such. non reactions to her touching him. which worries me. like she grabs his shoulder walking alongside him and he doesn’t even look at her

why are there gas masks in the briefcase room...

can you IMAGINE if your boss toted a child into the room and introduced him as the Legendary Time Travelling Assassin that the whole office had a betting pool over who would die that one time and is Definitely approaching 60 not 13... and then called him LEADERSHIP MATERIAL. implying that this child will probably get a promotion before you do?? can you IMAGINE?

“again... two days ago...” roommate about leonard and vanya

vanya really chose literally just the worst time to come back to the academy huh

okay but vanya going off?? valid, but also,, i mean. it IS their dads fault that they don’t have any relationship with vanya?

luther: it’s about the moon roommate: critical role moon theory

hey like. how did the family get together in the first timeline holy fuck. it’s hard enough to get them together when they Literally Know The World Is Going To End

so remember diego getting grazed with a bullet yeah well he has a sling on now which makes sense!! and yet. when five got grazed by a bullet he SLAPS A BANDAID ON IT. someone please address this.

five is such an asshole coworker i love it

i wonder if dot is a mother. or just a nice coworker. she keeps trying to talk to him and invite him to lunch aww

i wonder if it’s purposeful on the handler’s part to call him “mr. five” instead of “mr. hargreeves” to like... further isolate him from his family? by removing his last name they’re sort of removing his ties to his siblings considering it’s not like they’re related by blood

forgot how much i hate the bathroom scene !! wow !! hate it so much!!! there’s so many violations of social etiquette in such a short scene! it’s so deeply uncomfortable!

luther: stop it pogo! you know everything our dad did

i am remembering once again how much i hate pogo all over again!! reginald literally locked klaus in a mausoleum!! he abused the kids! pogo didn’t even speak up about sending luther to the MOON,,, oh luther :(

he just learned his dad exiled him for no reason he has lots of rights his entire world view was just shattered wow i am like infinitely more sympathetic to luther on the second watch

“I knew allison and luther was a thing. you told me allison and luther was a weird thing. still not a fan.” - my very valid roommate

they could have made the fort so much more sibling-y instead of romantic and it would have been so much better honestly

oh dave :(

“I wonder who her primary care physician is and if she can find out what that medication was...” roommate i wish i knew

“I’m trying to decide if he knew ahead to time to try and get at her specifically or like... i don’t know when he took the figurine I was like ‘doesn’t he own an antique shop is he there to steal antiques from the family home’.” roommate on leonard

forgot the handler gifted five a suit. also don’t like that. don’t like her talk about his body and everything either.

“is it too much to ask to give him two outfits? one he can wear now and one with the new body?” - roommate

honestly with hazel’s talk on budget cuts i’m not surprised he only gets one suit

STOP TOUCHING HIS FACE,,,, HANDLER. STOP TOUCHING HIS FACE

five and his sweet tooth. don’t take the candy five. come on. what did your father TEACH YOU. honestly reggie probably was like “let them get kidnapped it will probably teach them a life lesson”

“there were like... villages that needed rebuilding after disasters. he could have been sending these packages to legit lunar research facilities. legit facilities would have adored to have that information.”

okay but people KNEW he was on the moon. cha-cha mentioned it. it was in vanya’s book. why were scientists not knocking down reginald’s door demanding the research??? if i was a moon scientist i would have the mansion staked out trying to demand info jesus

“love his eye fluttering in the way of ‘oh shit i got something in my eye i can’t break character scene is still going scene is stILL GOING’“ - hilarious observations from the allison luther fort scene 2.0: grown up version that gets erased

did they just leave the fort up all those years. did no one USE the green house??? did grace lovingly work around it all that time?

oh :( dave :(

grace is capable of lying and pogo is a shadowy motherfucker

“okay now that they’re actually putting it into the plot i understand why you don’t think he’s trustworthy but you really got on my back about that”

in my defense i just hate him tbh i did not like him when he first showed up and i never particularly liked him tbh

allison: i think you’re the only person who knows who i am and likes me anyway

me, remembering the theory that allison rumored luther to love her: HMMMMMM

okay but i think the luther and allison dance scene is fucking HILARIOUS. absolutely ridiculous. i mean i hate that it’s incest but also the fucking LIGHTS DESCENDING. the RANDOM WARDROBE CHANGE.

roommate likes the green underskirt thing under allison’s random dance dress

are they just doing this in public???

ugh. the kiss. ugh. erased that from my memory as well

“they clearly want romance in this show but they painted themselves into a corner with the siblings thing” - roommate

five and his fucking STAPLERS isn’t this the second time he’s knocked someone out with a stapler?? the bank robber and now gloria??

five please your siblings were finally doing some decent work on their own issues :/

five is the kind of dramatic as fuck entrances

“love how he just grabs [allison’s] coffee. kid needs a coffee after all that.” - roommate

five actually does a good job of rallying the siblings though?? they just broke the fuck up in the og timeline

“something tells me that harold jenkins might be leonard”

oh roommate

episode seven

uh oh harold was born

i feel vaguely bad for him

“me the night before a convention” - roommate on harold’s tape and cosplay and everything

okay but how did reginald even KNOW harold jenkins had no powers?? did he? keep tabs on all the forty some kids not just the seven he kept?

but also why the fuck are these people laughing at An Actual Child fuck all of them honestly

“did HE kill hargreeves?? I mean. he’s got motive.” - roommate

harold really said “i think my superpower is actually this hammer motherfucker”

how did he get twelve years?? was he tried as an adult?? was he in juvie? how old WAS he

twelve years ago... they’re 29 soooo seventeen? he did NOT look seventeen? he was NOT seventeen in that flashback what???

roommate theorizes that harold ran off after the murder and committed petty crimes until caught and tried for murder when he was seventeen so was maybe 13 in the flashback

okay so i looked up the timeline and he got out in 2014 or something so he was like 13 in the flashback which makes SO much more sense honestly but also what the FUCK was he doing for five years

“he’s actually laying out all the facts as he knows them and I appreciate that.” -roommate about five briefing the team

five?? the only member of the family with communication skills? it’s? somehow more likely than you think?

“allison’s pants that she’s wearing now are the most perfectly tailored things i’ve ever seen. not even a wrinkle when she’s standing still. do you know how hard that is to do?” again my roommate noticing the things i absolutely do not

five. five. you have a GUT WOUND and also jumped a BUNCH OF TIMES. you are not blinking into the police station and getting the file. you need some SLEEP. and REST. and WOUND CARE FIVE FOR FUCK’S SAKE. you still have a GUNSHOT GRAZE on your upper arm and a SLICE on your wrist from DIGGING OUT A TRACKER. FIVE.

diego wants to be batman SO BAD.

five crossing his arms and Not Uncrossing Them because he’s literally HOLDING HIMSELF TOGETHER.

wow luther is really handling this so much worse in this timeline rip

luther is losing validity points for CHOKING KLAUS i knew this happened but i didn’t remember how awful it was !!! bad and terrible! and luther is very drunk and very sad and very angry. oh. he’s saying he never left the house and never had friends for nothing :(

klaus had the realization that reggie was an asshole YEARS ago and he’s just kind of like “aww. luther :(”

klaus is trying so hard

“Klaus has had the most heart to hearts with the most siblings honestly.” - roommate

allison at the beginning making her laugh in the office with the EYES, five on the steps of meritech, diego after the vet bar, luther on the couch...

wow cha cha really thought hazel was talking about how meaningful his partnership was with her when he was talking about agNES

five limping up the lawn and staggering up the stairs and clinging to the rails baBY SIT DOWN. YOU ARE BLEEDING.

“inspiring leadership” “one of the greats” what a sibling moment honestly.

five really said “i think i will pass the fuck out now”

five really said “hey i am literally willing to die for this mission because this mission is the safety and lives of my entire family and i love you guys :(”

except he doesn’t because five is decent at information sharing but getting feelings out of him feels like pulling teeth at times smh

is leonard trying to vicariously live his “normal child born on the umbrella academy day discovers they have had powers the WHOLE TIME” dream through vanya??

we yell about how leonard and vanya have known each other for like a week but i mean same for hazel and agnes!! he’s literally asking her to run away with him and she says yes !!!!! agnes is here for the romantic adventure with this man she’s really living her first hot girl summer and living for it

“she’s having her own little rom com! she thinks she’s living in a rom com not a dark sci fi!” - roommate accurate as usual

she just called ben the emotional support ghost and i mean... she ain’t wrong

honestly klaus should have just left luther to his rave, he didn’t get to party in his teens or during his college years or anything

i do appreciate the viking yell of “B R O T H E R” that luther greets klaus with though because that’s exactly how i greet my own siblings whenever i see them

oh klaus :(

he’s having war flashbacks, cravings, is in withdrawal, AND experiencing sensory overload while reliving one of the more traumatizing moment of his life

oh klaus :(

five in a bed for the second time of the season which is nice for him. if only the first time wasn’t because he passed out drunk and the second time wasn’t because of a whole shrapnel wound. i am now that captain of the Let Five Sleep brigade holy SHIT like at least they imply that the others sleep five is just feral and ready to go at all times

are the police allowed to just. remove someone’s arm sling? is that permitted? his arm could be fucked up? i mean. it is? he was shot?

“I saw everything my brothers and sister could do ruin their lives” VANYA some REALIZATION up in here,,,, admitting that the umbrella academy wasn’t exactly a desirable place to be is actually some real growth for her and leonard just fucking shuts her down? fuck that man

VANYA SEE THE RED FLAGS FOR WHAT THEY ARE COME ON

oh klaus :( oh luther :( oh :(

“love his corset side pants, like benedict from violet evergarden” - on the topic of Klaus’s pants

“I made everyone else so I must have made you” says god except for the fact that the kids just... surprise popped up instead of coming about the natural way. maybe god DIDN’T made them????????

oh klaus :( prepare for disappointment :(

oh i didn’t notice the photos of the umbrella academy in the barbershop the first time i watched this

so klaus gives an age for the mausoleum... thirteen... do you think that was before or after five left? statistically it’s probably after bc it was only a couple of months after they turned thirteen that five vanished

Klaus’s “we were just kids” breaks my heart every time

if i was one of reggie’s kids i would have just not gone to the funeral. rip to the hargreeves kids but i’m different

he doesn’t even call klaus klaus in death, he still calls klaus number four. fuck that man.

“i was gonna say i’d have been very very surprised if they kept him dead” - roommate on klaus waking up

“Five bucks says he set these guys up to try and get something out of her” - the roommate being very perceptive

cha cha is VERY rude to my girl agnes

honestly why DIDN’T hazel just kill cha cha after her whole speech and threats about killing agnes slowly in front of him???? like he literally watched her try to kill him as well

why wasn’t diego arrested in the original day that wasn’t actually?? he was being considered already. he still left the house, albeit with grace instead of allison. why wasn’t he arrested then????????

roommate thinks it’s interesting how committed the show is to their old timey shit. she used a nicer words like anachronisms but the point is: w h y

are these episodes even longer than i remember?? holy SHIT

#tua rewatch #honestly these are half proof to my sister that i am watching tua #she keeps yelling at me about s1 #there can't be that many more episodes right #apparently there are ten episodes in s1 #that's a whole 'nother three hours #jeebus #and then ten more hours for s2 #so LONG

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sleepy-exe · 4 years ago

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Shapeshifter AU - 7

Iwaizumi x f!reader

<< Part 6 | Part 8 >>

Summary: Y/n goes to the park with Iwaizumi and finds a shapeshifter friend. Mizuki wants to know about this guy Y/n has been spending time with.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: none

Genre: sfw (18+ regardless), shapeshifter au, strangers to lovers

Part 7: We Could Be Friends

Y/n and Iwaizumi made plans to go to one of the forest parks nearly a week ago. But due to busy schedules, they didn't have any free days line up until now. This was the first time in awhile Y/n had been to a park in the forest in a long time. Which meant she wasn’t exactly the best guide. Luckily the park had marked paths through the area versus her usual running wild anywhere between the trees. Seeing sunshine through the trees may have been even prettier than the moonlight at night, tucked behind the treetops.

Used to the quietness of nocturnal animals and lack of any people, this area felt like another world even though they weren’t too far off from one of her frequented nighttime spots. Walking alongside Iwaizumi, she found herself almost constantly catching the sounds and movements of birds and small critters that she wouldn’t normally get to experience. She tried not to get distracted too much anytime Iwaizumi started talking. But with the new sounds and different scents through the trees, she couldn’t help but get distracted some.

“I thought you said you’ve been out here before,” Iwaizumi questioned, breaking her trance of the world around her.

“Huh? Oh.” She realized she had really slowed down her pace but quickly sped up again. “Yeah, but it's been a minute. It’s so.. alive here.”

“Alive? Isn’t fall kind of the opposite,” he said, crossing his arms. “And I mean, it's nice out here, but the way you keep looking around.. It’s like you’ve never seen such a place before.”

She laughed nervously. “Well, the last time I was out here I didn’t notice so many animals.”

He looked around, trying to spot something in the trees or fallen leaves, but other than a squirrel and a couple of birds he couldn’t find anything that could possibly be so interesting. But he decided not to argue. “Right,” fingers tapping his left bicep.

Soon they came across a stream off to the side of the designated path; likely the same stream that ran through where she sat with Sakusa a couple of weeks ago. Y/n took it upon herself to lead them off the path towards it. As she sat down in the leaves, Iwaizumi stood next to her, eyes narrowing. “Aren’t we supposed to stay on the paths?”

She looked up to him and smirked before bringing her attention to the water. “So? What, we might get yelled at? It’ll be fine.”

He watched her for a moment, then sat beside her. “I really don’t want to get kicked out of a park.”

She snickered. “Do you think this is any worse than showin’ up after dark? It’s fine! Just sit here and listen.”

He followed her command. “..The birds?”

“Hmm. Yes, but not just those. You can hear the water move, the breeze shuffling leaves, and there’s either squirrels or chipmunks running around the trees and ground.. Just sit here and relax, listening and being in nature.” She looked around to where she heard each sound as she spoke.

But he can’t hear every sound that she can. “Yeah, I guess I can do that..”

She took the chance to stubbly take in the new sights and sounds, getting better attuned with her lively-to-her surroundings. They stayed like that for a few minutes, before she looked over to him and realized he had been staring at her. Her eyes widened for a split second. “Come on.” She shoved his shoulder with a playfully grin before standing and dusting off her pants. “We’re like what, half around this trail?” She grabbed his arm and dragged him back towards the path with her.

They walked along the path for a while. Watching squirrels run about and climb trees, listening to everything Y/n had pointed out.

Her phone started buzzing repeatedly, so she slipped it out of her pocket to check what’s going on.

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “r u out on that date yet?”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “u said that’s today right?”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “when am i going to meet him”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “not a date. i told you that”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “i barely know anything about him n dont even know what he looks like >:(“

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “come onnnnn i wanna see this guy that managed to get ur attention”

She chuckled. “It’s Mizuki.”

“How’s she?”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “as if you and sakusa didnt get my attention”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “what’s wrong with me having a new friend?”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “yeah but sakusa was all but forced into our friendship and i forced my way into your heart so whooo forced this lil friendship-thing? Who do i have to thank for helping socialize our Y/n”

She gave an exasperated sigh. “Apparently dying to meet you.”

He raised his eyebrows and slid his hands in his pockets. “You talk about me to your friends?”

“Mmm.. Well, it's hard to keep things from her. It seems like she always finds a way.” She crinkled her nose as they passed a plant that had a strong odor to her, though Iwaizumi didn't seem phased. “That and she saw me texting ya the other day and had to ask questions.” She shook her head. “The ever curious, Mizu’.”

He laughed. “She sounds.. interesting to have around.”

She giggled. “She’s high energy, but she means well. She’s just curious.”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “wow”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “i am capable of making friends on my own you know”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “uh huh and i’ll get to see him when?”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “why are you hiding him ;P is he that hot that you want to hide him away lol”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “love u”

“Maybe you should introduce us.” He bumped into her, grinning.

“If I do that she might drag you on last minute adventures. Which could range from running around downtown or staying in. But mostly out.” She gave a half shrug.

“That almost sounds like a complaint,” he said.

She waved a hand defensively. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the city and coming out here, but I prefer staying in more than she does.”

“Maybe we should have stayed in then.” He looked her over, noticing she was no longer looking around constantly. “Though you seem.. Not so overwhelmed now.”

She blushed in embarrassment. “Ah- Hmm, I’d say more like.. Deeply enjoying.. This place.”

He looked unimpressed by her poor explanation. “Uh huh.”

She cleared her throat and their conversation paused as they made their way to the end of the path. Enjoying the sights and sounds around them in the process.

“But really, I do love her and love having her around.” She giggled quietly to herself. “There’s not a dull moment with her. I may have to raise her spirits from time to time, but she can do the same for me.”

He smiled softly. “Sounds like you’re good friends.”

She hummed an agreement. “Maybe I will introduce you sometime.”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “love you”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “You became friends in college, right?” He tilted his head towards her.

She shook her head. “Yeah. We were both business majors and had a couple of classes together.. my second year, I think. And well, she has a way of befriending anyone. So next thing ya know, we were friends.”

Approaching the parking lot, they stopped to chat. Not having plans for if their little outing stopped here or not.

“Do you ever do anything other than go for walks or to bars in your free time?”

“I go out to eat,” she said matter-of-factly, then looked around the lot in front of them until she spotted her car. She found Iwaizumi’s green Tacoma several cars down from hers in the process.

He nodded slowly. “Okay.. but if those three things suddenly didn’t exist what would you do?”

She shrugs nonchalantly. “Guess I’d die.” She smirked.

He rolled his eyes and pointed to his truck. “So you don’t want to go to grab a bite then?”

“You have found my one true weakness,” she says dramatically with a hand on her chest and a sarcastic grin.

He shook his head. “Come on, follow me. There’s a little cafe not far from here, if that’s your thing. I can give you the address.”

She happily agrees at the promise of food and they head for her Civic. She drops into the driver’s seat and leaves the door wide open while Iwaizumi gives her the address. Once she has the GPS ready to go, he walks around the car to head for his truck. Kicking one leg outside the car, she texts Mizuki, deciding to entertain her with a selfie of the two from the beginning of their walk.

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “here”

>> To ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “Attachment.jpg”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “ooohh!! owo”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “he is HOT! no wonder you’re keeping him around”

>> From ‘My Best Bitch <3’: “you met at that bar?? damn maybe i should have joined you lmao”

Hopefully that’ll keep her happy for a bit.

“Hmm?” Blur of orange to her right catching her interest. A gorgeous red fox had appeared while she was preoccupied, walking around the open driver’s door. Her eyes widened at the sight. Foxes typically stayed away from her, but she was almost only ever out here as a wolf, so that’s only to be expected. The fox sat on the pavement, giving her a cheerful tail wag. She cooed, “Hey there lil’ fella.”

Immediately the fox’s ears pulled back, and she swears its face scrunched. Not a minute later the fox swiftly hopped into her car and onto her lap, completely catching her off guard.

“Ho?” She squinted. How strange. She would have never imagined such behavior from a wild fox; though there is a shifter that looks oddly similar that probably would crawl in her lap if given the opportunity. He does have the same set of face markings..

The realization of the situation hit her. “Oh! No no, hey! I’m not alone here!” She quietly scolded the shifter in her lap, looking over to where Iwaizumi had parked but she couldn’t spot his truck passed the other cars from here. “Ah shit, do you need a ride home?” She asked the fox shifter just before he hopped into the backseat.

“Okay, uh, hold on.” She quickly dialed Iwaizumi, “Hey, uh, sorry, um.. No, no.. A friend just got a hold of me and needs me to take them home.. Ah, no! He’s fine, just- ..Actually, can we just change locations? ..Yeah, no, he's remotely close to where you live, kinda, so if you want to go anywhere around there, I can meet you when I’m done or something.. Yeah, yeah! I think I know that place..” She peered into the backseat at the fox. Cupping the microphone and sighing, she whispers to the fox, “You’re lucky I love you.”

Back to the phone, “Okay! I’ll see you there! Sorry, again!” Hanging up, she started the car. “Stay down until we hit the highway. Don’t shift yet either.”

Part 8 >>

#shapeshifter!haikyuu #shapeshifter au #iwaizumi haijime x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi fanfic #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi scenarios #haikyuu fanfic #strangers to friends #strangers to lovers

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holidaywishes · 4 years ago

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not all monsters do monstrous things...

Part 1: The Victor

Summary of Series: Delly Cartwright lost her best friend, Peeta, to the games. Now, the one that took him seems to have a soft spot for her.

Summary of Chapter: Cato wins the 74th Hunger Games but during his Victory Tour, he comes face to face with his actions. As well as a young girl who he can’t seem to get off his mind

Warning: Some fluff, some angst, some violence

Author’s Note: No, this was not requested but who cares. It’s my blog and I’ll write what I want 😂. I reblogged this post like a year ago about writing for Cato and Delly after reading something on FanFiction.net with them as a pairing but it didn’t conclude/continue and I wanted more. Thus, I’m writing my own take on Tumblr. I’m going to do my best to keep it has original as possible but there’s a chance I’ll use things from the story I read. So, any similarities to plot go to the original author of They Caught Fire from fanfic.net (go check it out, it’s pretty good!) Also, for some reason, there aren’t really any Cato/Hunger Games GIFs in the search bar so I found this on Google. Don’t @ me. I tried to find the owner but it wouldn’t bring me to the page. I’m not claiming it, just using it for this until I pick a graphic.

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Cato’s P.O.V.

Seeing the look on the Mellark boy’s face as you pushed Katniss off the steel Cornucopia was supposed to make you happy. It meant you were the victor after all. Yet, as he stood in front of you, you could see the pain in his face. No trace of fear, just pain. He lost the girl he loved and you knew the feeling all too well. You took one step toward Peeta and he tilted his head slightly, as if to say I won’t fight you, before he jumped after The Girl On Fire.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” The voice of Claudius Templesmith boomed through the arena as the mutts disappeared and you were left alone, “I am proud to present to you, your newest victor of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Cato Berenger -- the tribute from District 2!” You watch as a hovercraft appears overhead and begins to descend into the arena, dropping a ladder for you to clutch onto and take you back to the Capitol. Whoever is there -- doctors, aids, Capitol attendants -- swarm you in preparation for the interview you’ll soon be having with Caesar Flickerman. You’ve been preparing for this your whole life, it was a priority at your parents Training Centre

“You win the games by sheer force and brute strength, fine. But it means nothing, nothing, if you can’t connect with the audience in those interviews. They have to love you. They have to respect you. You are their victor.” Your mothers words rung through your ears and you took a deep breath before your mentor found you and explained what was happening; you didn’t pay attention for most of it though, considering you already knew.

“Cato!” Wade, the former victor and your mentor, yelled to you, “are you listening to me?”

“I know what to do, Wade, I’ll be fine.” you sneered

“There’s something that you need to understand, boy,” he snaps back, forcing himself to block your path as you try to walk away, “the interview is one part of a thousand things that will happen within the next few months. The interview is easy, it’s fun even, it’s a celebration of you and your strength. That’s easy for us in Two, but the Victory Tour is where your world changes. Where you’ll realize what a monster you’ve become”

“I did what I had to, to survive!” you yelled

“WE ALL DID!” He shouted back, “but I’ve never quite seen someone as callous, as monstrous, as you. And neither has anyone in the districts you visit. They’ll stare blankly as you speak to them, cheering only when they fear their lives may be in danger, but they won’t appreciate your words. You killed their children, their families, their friends. You won’t deserve their kindness and they won’t show it to you. Especially not in the outer districts -- 11 and 12. Not after what you did to that little girl in 11 and 12′s precious ‘Girl on Fire.’ And after the tour is over, what comes of you? Nothing. Until you get to be in my position. A mentor for the next soldier who volunteers to sacrifice himself for President Snow.“ His words were venomous, you couldn’t deny that, but you didn’t understand why. Being a victor is all that we’d trained for in District Two, so why has he not been more grateful for his survival, you wondered. He notices the confusion on your face before continuing his ‘lesson,’ “You think being a victor is this wonderful life, right? Fancy houses and clothes, attention from the most beautiful girls in the District and glamourous parties in the Capitol; that’s what you imagine right?”

“I--”

“It’s like that for a while,” Wade interrupted you before you could finish your thought, “it is. And then you realize, you’re lonely. You’re completely alone. The shine of being the victor wears off quickly, especially when there’s a new batch of tributes lining up to fill your shoes. What made you special to them soon becomes a distant memory but what never fades, no matter how hard you try, are the screams from the people you killed. The blood you spilt. The faces of the families you had to look into and say ‘we thank you for your sacrifice.’”

“So what do you suppose I do?” you said through bared teeth

“Unfortunately,” he scoffed, “there’s not much you can do. You have to be who the Capitol wants you to be. Who you’ve trained to be. I just wanted to prepare for what’s to come.” You absorbed his words as you made your way to the waiting area before you entered the stage for your interview, hearing the booming music for Caesar’s introduction as he excitedly greeted the audience, before allowing for cheers for your team. When the plate rising you up, you adjust your suit jacket and put on a cocky smile, the one that the Capitol audience was so used to seeing, so you could charm the faces in the audience as soon as they could see you.

“CATO BERENGER! Our newest victor of the Seventy-fourth Annual Hunger Games!” Caesar exclaimed, outstretching one arm to showcase you as you walked on the stage, “Welcome Cato!”

“Hi Caesar” you smile

“So, how are you feeling?” he asks, listening intently

“I feel good. I feel like a victor!” The audience cheered and Caesar let out a congratulatory chuckle

“Well that’s good!” he said, “isn’t it?” directing the question to the audience before turning back to you, “I must ask about your District Partner, Clove. You seemed quite upset about her death.”

“Clove was... a dear friend. We grew up together,” you fought the urge to say you’d trained together, as it was technically illegal and the Capitol officials would be furious, “she was a talented competitor and I will miss her.”

“Did you... love her?” he pries, leaning forward in his chair and you think about his answer for a moment. If you answer truthfully, that you loved Clove with your entire heart, then the audience might find you monstrous for letting her die when she called out to you. If you lie, and say that she was like a sister to you, they might question your authenticity

“I did,” you admitted, “but not in the way you may be implying. We were not the Star Crossed Lovers as those two from District 12 tried to portray themselves as. I loved her like a sister, as family.” The conversation shifted quickly and Caesar made jokes, keeping the atmosphere light-hearted before the inevitable death toll was displayed on screen and the murder of 23 children was broadcast. Three hours of footage from the past 18 days. From the pre-arena events to the bloodbath that saw so many die so suddenly. They showed your death count, as well as Clove’s, before taking a moment to share the small girl from 11′s death and Katniss’ song. You weren’t sure why, as it wasn’t in keeping with your story, but nevertheless, there it was; every note of the solemn song she sang to the dying child. Soon enough, they show your win on the Cornucopia, how you easily flung Katniss from the top and how Peeta jumped after her; An act they portrayed as cowardly. The anthem plays again and the seal appears on screen as President Snow is introduced, taking the stage with a young girl who carries the crown on a red cushion. This is the first time you’ve ever been in the same space as Snow and you can smell a hint of blood, covered by a thick layer of roses. He gives you a maniacal grin, as if he has something planned for you, before he congratulates you on your triumph.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, this years victor of the Seventy-fourth Annual Hunger Games!” Caesar exclaims once more and you wave to the crowd before being led off the stage, onto the train to take you back to District Two. Home. It feels so distant now. So much so, that you hardly recognize it. Wade was right, the first month or so was parties and affection from nearly everyone you came in contact with, but then you’d get tired of it and lock yourself in your mansion in the Victor’s Village. Preparing yourself for the Victory Tour and what ordeals would await you there. When it was finally time for you to leave, to make your way to District 12, Wade told you to prepare yourself for absolute silence.

“When I went to District 12, even though their tributes deaths weren’t by my hand, they treated me as if they were. As if I’d directly starved them or butchered them. They treated me like I was nothing. Like I wasn’t even worth their breath, and I didn’t kill the only volunteer their district has had in years, so imagine how they’ll treat you.” He sneered his words before buttering a piece of bread

“Maybe they won’t be silent. Maybe they’ll cause a commotion” you scoffed

“You don’t want that” Wade replied sharply

“Why not?”

“Any trouble caused with you around won’t look good. Whether you cause it or not. You should still try to act as though each district is important, because they are.”

“Who says I wouldn’t?”

“If you want commotion, you’re saying you don’t care about their lives.” You nodded in understanding at Wade’s words just as the train pulled up to District 12. A dirty, grimy, colourless place that was as quiet as a ghost town. Nothing like your home district. You looked to Wade who shrugged at you, as if to say ‘this is it,’ earning a sigh from you before continuing on your way to the square. You were able to watch as the citizens of the coal district filed into the square, noticing the worn faces from those who had to work every day of their lives to the fresh faces of the children who had been more fortunate than their older counterparts. Your eyes found their way to the front of the crowd, just below the stage, where the families and friends of Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen stood. Immediately, you recognized Primrose Everdeen, the sister that Katniss had volunteered for; she looked so frail and innocent, no wonder the district and the Capitol was invested in Katniss’ story. There was a face that you didn’t recognize, however, on Peeta’s side

“Who’s that?” you asked Wade as you pointed to a small blonde girl with pale skin who stood beside Peeta’s brothers, “Peeta didn’t have a sister did he?”

“No,” Wade said simply, smirking at your sudden interest in a District 12 girl, “that’s Delly Cartwright. She was Peeta’s best friend. She was his Clove.” You didn’t quite register the words at first but when you did, you could only scoff at his words, refusing to reply. You’d, of course, been prepped on what to say to the crowd but when you stepped on stage, you became tongue-tied.

“I would first like to thank you for coming out today,” you knew they had no choice, but the words were scripted and you had to say them, “this is not an easy speech to make. The lives you’ve lost will be, uhm, will be felt by--” you looked up at the audience once, clearing your throat to force yourself to continue, “will be felt by the Capitol. Your sacrifices are -- will be missed.” You tried but stopped when you heard a small sob escape the audience, connecting it to Prim, who buried her face in the chest of a tall, dark haired boy. You were told to keep things distant, clean, and not mention the tributes by name but you couldn’t help it. Seeing the families faces changed things. Like Wade said it would, “Katniss was incredibly smart and, with the way she treated Rue, I could tell she had a big heart. Peeta had remarkable strength,” you turned to Peeta’s family, catching the stare of the blonde you’d seen before, “but for all his strength, he was kind, truly.”

“You’re a murderer!” The dark haired boy yelled out

“Gale stop,” clutching onto him, pleading him to stop, “please”

“You don’t care about them. You don’t care about us!” You couldn’t apologize, the tour would be ruined and the Capitol would think their victor was weak, but what could he say to this boy shouting at you from the audience, pushing away the young girl Katniss had volunteered for. How could you stop this from becoming the commotion Wade warned you would mean you didn’t care about their lives

“The Captiol thanks you for your sacrifices. Peeta and Katniss will be mourned.” Suddenly, the boy lunged at you, the one you heard was called Gale, a name that sounded familiar to you but you couldn’t quite place it. You knew you couldn’t be on the stage for much longer, so you turned to walk away but heard the sound of heavy footsteps sprint toward you

“GALE!” a voice screamed out. At first you thought it was Prim, due to the high pitched tone of it but there was a different cadence to it, “GALE DON’T!” the voice repeated, causing you to turn around just in time for a fist to fly towards your face. You managed to miss it but when you pulled your arm back to return the fist, you caught sight of Wade telling you not to.

“Don’t!” he shouted just as a fist connected with the side of your face. There was frantic movement as the Peacekeepers rushed to take Gale away and his family, as well as Katniss’, ran after him while you were pulled behind the curtain.

“LET ME GO!” You shouted as pairs of arms surrounded you, dragging you back to the square, “I have to stop them!”

“There’s nothing you can do!” Wade yelled

“They could kill him!”

“That’s his problem. He’s the one who tried to fight a victor.” You sighed and did your best to convince them that you were calm but once they let you go, you heard the sounds of a leather whip slashing through skin and you knew exactly what was happening. You ran quickly out to the square, where a whipping post had been set up and the Hawthorne boy was tied up by his wrists as Prim and Delly fought to get to his side

“STOP!” they yelled, watching as their friend bled from the marks inflicted on him

“ENOUGH!” you roared and the square went silent, the Peacekeeper who was laying the whip to Gale’s back stopping in his tracks while the guards restraining Prim and Delly dropped their hold. Delly was the first to run to Gale and Prim followed shortly after, the two of them frantically untying Gale wrists from the post; his body dropping onto Delly heavily that she almost crumpled under his weight. She and Prim took Gale out of the square, to safety, while you confronted the Peacekeepers

“Mr. Berenger...” the one who had given the lashings whimpered, “sir, I--”

“Why would you whip this boy?” you questioned, a harshness to your tone that this district had probably become all too familiar with, “because he mourns his friends? Because he is in pain?”

“Because he attacked you, sir!”

“I don’t need your protection, sir!” you countered, making yourself big enough that you were peering down at him, “I release him of any and all charges. And you are not to hurt him again. Is that understood?”

“Yessir--” they mumbled

“I SAID IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?!”

“YES SIR!” they repeated, now with more urgency. You left the square not sure how to feel. President Snow was probably not going to like this very much and your parents wouldn’t be too pleased about it either. But it was her that you were worried about. Her opinion that you cared about. You felt like you searched for hours but the screams coming from the apothecary let you know that Gale was there and Delly likely was as well. When you found them, he had already passed out from the pain and Delly was clutching his hand as tears streamed down his face, gasping suddenly when she felt your presence

“Please,” she pleaded, standing up to block your path to him, “he didn’t mean it. He wouldn’t have gone further than a punch, he was just upset..”

“It’s okay,” you assured, holding up your hands to try to ease her mind, “I’m not going to hurt him or take him away. I just wanted to see how you-- how he was doing...” She furrowed her brow at your confession, unsure of how to proceed, but took her seat next to Gale.

“The lashes have exhausted him and he lost a lot of blood” she said, rubbing his hand with her thumb. You examined more now that you were closer to her. Her blonde hair looked almost yellow in the square, but the lighting in the apothecary made it appear golden. Her pale skin translucent in the unforgiving light of the district but here it was dewy, a radiance that you wouldn’t expect from a coal-mining district. She must be a merchant’s daughter.

“I’m sorry” you said quietly and she looked at you hastily, shocked at your apology. Her blue eyes beaming from across the room. They were close in colour to Peeta’s, but also to yours, only hers were deeper. Like an ocean you could get lost in, surrounded by dark rings that you feared you’d never escape. They were beautiful. Enticing. Enchanting. But you could feel that she was holding back pain. Pain from the loss of her best friend. Pain from the toll the Hunger Games had taken on her district. A pain you desperately wanted to take from her, “you must think I’m a monster...” you said after a period of silence had overtaken the two of you

“Because of this?” she questioned, “this was the Peacekeepers, not you.”

“Because of the games,” you corrected, “I’ve watched those deaths more times than I care to admit. I saw how they portrayed me. How everyone else must have seen me.”

“I don’t envy you at all,” she said, turning her body a sliver to face you, “having to train your whole life to be taught to kill other children. Many your own age or younger. I’ve never understood why death, and the deaths of so many children, was the price the Capitol wanted to collect. You had to do awful things to bring pride to your district and I am very very very...” you prepared yourself for the viscous words she would hurl your way, surprised with what came “sorry.”

“Sorry?” you questioned

“Yes.” she replied, “to have your life mapped out for you, without your say, couldn’t have been easy. I’m so very sorry that this is the life you were led to believe was all you could have”

“You’re so kind...” you said, scrunching your eyebrows together, “no one has shown me this much kindness in my life.”

“I don’t think you’re a monster, Mr. Berenger, I think you’re lost. Trying to fit an image that the Capitol and your own District has created for you.” Just then, Wade stormed through the door

“CATO!” he barked, “you can’t be here. We have to go. Now!”

“Take this,” you said to Delly, taking out a small silver box from your jacket, “it’s not much but it should help with his healing.”

“Thank you” she smiled at you as you were torn from the room and back to the train.

“With what’s happened here, we’ve been forced to move up our timeline. You’ll be going to District 11 now. Staying for two days more than we’d planned.” Wade said

“Can I see her again?” was all you said, unable to remove Delly from your mind

“Focus, Mr. victor,” Wade snapped, “are you hearing what I’m saying to you? You will be staying in the District of the tribute who killed Clove for two days.”

“Fine. I’ll say a nice speech, enjoy their festivities and then keep to myself on the train”

“What if something happens, as it did here in 12.”

“Then I stay back. I don’t get involved”

“Easier said than done apparently,” he sighed, “that’s what you were supposed to do in 12 as well. But we see how that worked, now, don’t we?”

“That was different”

“Because of some girl?”

“She’s not just some girl...”

“You don’t know her. You cannot get involved with her, with anyone.”

“Why not?”

“It’s complicated... you’ll understand once you make it back home.”

“Tell me now.”

“You’re not free to do as you please, Cato, none of the Victors are. Why do you think we’re all miserable?” Wade replied, pushing you aside so you would pay attention, “it is better to keep a distance from anyone we could possibly hurt than be selfish and risk their lives.”

“Risk their lives?” you questioned

“Just trust me!”

“How can I trust you when you’re not telling me anything?”

“I have been there! Trust my experience, boy, or you will slowly go mad.” You inhaled sharply, wanting to argue, but trusting that Wade knew what he was talking about; he was a former victor after all. But it still didn’t make sense. You still wanted to find comfort in the kindness of Delly again and you couldn’t understand that, if you could have everything, why couldn’t you have her?

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drangues · 4 years ago

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Five Beasts Anon - yes they absolutely get to hug! Also, this would be absolutely heartbreaking from Atsushi's point of view. Imagine: he's just finished a successful mission with Dazai and Kyouka, and they're walking along the river to go and get chazuke. Atsushi's listening to Dazai tell a joke, when he stiffens, smelling a familiar-but-not scent. For some reason, it reminds him of forests and clear night skies, and cuddling for warmth with his siblings. 1/

He puts it out of his mind. After all, he thinks bitterly, the Headmaster was pretty clear when he said they were dead. He's about to turn back to Dazai, when he hears a choked "Atsushi...?" from behind. He turns around, and feels his breath catch in his lungs. That's- that's Aoi, standing behind him with a face full of shock/hope. And- he's older, with longer hair and more scars than Atsushi remembers, but that's definitely his big brother. 2/

Atsushi is barely aware of Dazai and Kyouka, as he lunges forward to hug his long thought dead big brother. He starts to cry, just as Aoi's arms wrap around him and they both sink to the ground. Atsushi can barely get the words out between his sobs. "I-I don't u-understand, h-h-he tol-ld m-me you were /d-dea-d/". He feels Aoi tilt his head up, and watches him smile despite the tears running down his face. "What a coincidence, he told me the very same thing when I looked for you" 2/

Aoi's heart breaks, watching the surprise of Atsushi's face. "Of course I looked for you, cub. You're our youngest. I searched for everywhere." 3/

It's a reunion full of hugs and tears, until they hear someone cough from behind. "So, Atsushi," Dazai says with a smile, and suspicious eyes trained on Aoi, "would you mind introducing us to your 'friend'?". From behind him, Kyouka has a white-knuckled grip on her sword. Atsushi wipes off his tears and smiles. "Sure, but it might be easier if we go back to the Agency, so I can tell everyone at once. Aoi, are you coming?"4/

"Of course", says Aoi, barring his teeth at Dazai in a way that vaguely resembles a smile (it's hot, but Dazai would rather die than admit that), "I'd love to meet your friends" 5/

I just had a great idea! To me, nothings funnier that 2+ characters forgetting they're married, so let's add that! at some point, A/M/F get utterly wasted, and stumble past a church. And because Natsume-sensei is the one with the braincells, their black-out drunk brains decide "hey, let's get married!". And through a combination of bribery, cajolling, and blackmail, the poor priest is forced to marry them to each-other. 9/

They topple into bed (whether sexy times happen is up to you), and wake up with absolutely no memory of the previous night (i.e, the goddamn marriage). Keep in mind they didn't buy rings (see: blackout dunk + on-the-spot marriage), Ami probably leaves for the orphanage soon after. So they spend the next decade and a bit unaware that they are, in fact, A Thing(tm) 10/

So, time goes by, and A/M/F never find out they're married. And when someone does find out, it's not Mori, it's not, Fukazawa, and it's definitely not Ami. It's Ranpo, who was messing around in the city databses, and stubled across they're marriage certificate. Cue Ranpo barging into the Agency screaming "wHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME YOU WERE MARRIED!" Cue the mass confusion 11/

five beasts: the reason they don't like to stay together too long when they're older is simple - old habits die hard. the longer they're together, the more they forget things change. they keep finding themselves turning for the ghost of their little brother, forgetting he's not there, and it hurts every time. But when Aoi calls the other three in tears, saying he's found Atsushi? you better believe they're in Yokahoma the next day (shapeshifting abilities may have been used) 12/

(im sorry but there are some parts that missed and was never sent i assume?)

GOD WHEN THEY HUGGED AND CRIED I HUGGED MY COMPUTER AND CRIED HOW DARE YOU THAT HURT SO GOOD. and the other three ones just immediately dropping everything to go see atsushi is amazing

also A/M/F getting married is a Yes For Me (sexy times always happen no matter what) AND THEM NEVER KNOWING AGSJKDSHDJKS. imagine you adopt a know it all kid who then suddenly reveals to you that youve been married all along thats hilarious

#anon #ask #ask anon #anon ask #bsd

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soobiniebaby · 4 years ago

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Angels & Devils Part X : Secrets of the World

A n g e l s & D e v i l s || Tomorrow x Together Fanfiction

~ p a r t s : main post || prologue || part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || part 10 || part 11 || part 12 || part 13 || part 14 || part 15 || part 16 || part 17 ~ p a i r i n g : love triangle involving choi soobin and choi yeonjun ~ g e n r e : high school au | some social media au | some fluff & angst | childhood friends | love triangle ~ l a n g u a g e : English ~ w a r n i n g : contains swearing, alcohol, kissing (?) and may contain mature themes (angst, etc.) ~ a / n : This will be my first fanfic (go easy on me pls) and i’m just writing this as I go along, so bear with me juseyo The setting (place/country) of the story is up to the reader’s interpretation ~ s u m m a r y : What should she choose? Han Baby: the new girl with a troubled past MO Academy: her new high school Choi Soobin: student council president, member of the Ecosave club, volunteer at the Humane Treatment of Animals, member of the Honor Society, a vocalist in the Jazzed club, the school’s all around golden boy Choi Yeonjun: leader of the Dance club, star of the Jazzed club, the school’s it boy with a bad rep 5 best friends, 1 new girl, 1 childhood friendship, 1 epic love triangle? What will this school year bring?

The past week has felt surprisingly lonely for Hueningkai since B hadn’t been around. He had enjoyed being at MOA even before B transferred there, but once he got to experience how fun it was to have her at school with him, school just didn’t feel the same.

School had become a bit hectic in the past few days since more students started to show up with chicken pox, so the school started taking drastic measures to minimize the spread of the virus, keeping temperature checks at every entrance and barring students with symptoms from stepping foot on campus. They’ve also encouraged students to wear face masks, minimize physical contact, and always have hand sanitizer or alcohol on hand and to keep check of their immunization records to see which students were susceptible to the disease. Kai himself had been strictly following the newly implemented guidelines, especially since he was a member of the student council, and things were going fine until he woke up with spots on his arms earlier that day.

He immediately locked himself in his bedroom and called up their family doctor to do a quick check up before they deduced that he did indeed have the chicken pox, and that he’d have to keep himself locked up since neither of his sisters have had it before. He was ready to keep himself holed up in his room for the whole week until the guys gave him a great idea.

And now here he was, sitting in B’s living room after she had made sure there were fresh sheets in her extra bedroom and after he had unpacked his clothes and things for the week. He had told her basically everything about the past week except for one tiny detail.

“Hey, Baba, can you sit with me for a minute? There’s something I have to tell you.” he says suddenly, patting the cushion beside him on the couch.

B nervously takes a deep breath before turning to face him. “Yeah, sure.” she says, plastering on a smile and taking a seat. “What is it?”

“Well, now that I’ve told you all about my week, there’s something I feel like I need to ask you.” he says, looking directly at her.

“Okay, ask me anything.” she says, twiddling her thumbs together anxiously. Was it about Yeonjun?

Kai takes a deep breath before taking one of her hands in his and asking, “What would you say if I told you that…”

“That…?”

“That I like someone, and I’d like to ask them out?”

B blinks in surprise. “Oh, uh, I’d say that it’s great? Is there someone that you like? Someone you want to ask out?”

Kai nods. “There is, and I thought I’d ask you first since you know her.”

“I do? Oh, who is it? Is it someone I like?” B asks, surprised.

“Yeah, she’s one of your friends actually.” Kai begins, rubbing the back of his neck as he starts to get shy. “It’s Yuna.”

B claps her hands together and lets out a whoop. “Yes! Oh my god, yes. You 2 are perfect together! Yuna is so sweet and bubbly, and you’re so bright and full of cheer and the 2 of you together will just be like a burst of sunshine.” she says excitedly.

“So you approve? You’d be okay with me maybe asking her out soon?” Kai asks, smiling brightly now.

“Yes, definitely yes!” B says. “Wow, this is great. How did this happen? Have you been talking to her lately? Do you share any classes together?”

Kai nods. “Yeah, we’ve texted a couple of times ever since you dared me to get her number at the party.” he says. “We share a couple of classes together, and I always smile and wave at her when I pass by her at the hall. She’s…cute.” he admits, his cheeks going pink.

“Aw, Ningning, that’s so cute!” B says, resting a hand over her heart. She felt like it was melting from how adorably smitten her bestfriend was. “When are you planning on asking her out?”

“Soon, hopefully. I was thinking of dipping out of Art club to ask her out today, but I woke up with chicken pox, so that’s definitely out of the question. I mean, I could still ask her out through text, but I thought it would be better to do it in person.” he explains.

B nods in agreement. “Yes, definitely better in person. That way, you can see her reaction. Whether she’ll blush bright red or if she’ll be nervous, it would be better than just texting her.” she says.

Kai nods in agreement. Now that B felt more at ease, knowing that Kai had told her he wanted to ask someone out, she decided it would be a good time to ease the whole Yeonjun thing into the conversation. She shot Yeonjun a quick text, letting him know that Kai had arrived at her apartment, before turning to her best friend.

“Now, it’s my turn to ask you something.” she says suddenly, sitting up straight and staring at him intently.

Kai nods curiously. “Alright, sure, what is it?”

“Well, what would you say if I told you that I like someone?” B starts slowly.

“Well, that depends, who do you like?” Kai asks.

“I said if I told you that I like someone.” B says defensively. “So just because I’m asking you about it doesn’t necessarily mean that I actually do like anyone.”

Kai smirks knowingly. “Mhm, okay, whatever you say. So, hypothetically, who would it be?”

B takes a deep breath before saying “Yeonjun?” her voice coming out as barely a whisper.

“I’m sorry, did you say Yeonjun?” Kai says, shocked. “You like Yeonjun? Yeonjun? Like, our Yeonjun? Choi Yeonjun?”

“Shush! And yes, of course that Yeonjun, what other Yeonjun would there be?” B says exasperatedly, whacking Kai’s arm.

And now for the moment of truth. B could feel her heart pounding as there’s a moment of silence between them, Kai processing what he just heard. B was worried about how he’d react. Would he be upset? Would he get angry? Would he disapprove?

Turns out, Kai did none of the above. Instead, he suddenly bursts out laughing, which catches B completely by surprise.

She lets him let it out for a while, his annoyingly endearing dolphin laughter ringing all throughout the apartment, with quick gasps of breaths and “Yeonjun? Our Yeonjun?” in between laughter. She waits for his laughter to die down and for him to catch his breath before continuing.

“Okay, what in the actual heck was that for?” she huffs, folding her arms across her chest, slightly annoyed.

“Oh, Baba. Sweet, clueless, purely innocent, Baba.” he says, patting the top of her head. “Okay, no offense, but Yeonjun is sort of…out of your league.”

“What?” B shrieks, shoving Kai’s hand away. “Okay, no offense, but what do you mean?” she says, mimicking him.

Kai laughs at how childish she was being. “It’s just that he’s Choi Yeonjun! Yes, to us he’s just Yeonjun. But to everyone else he’s the Choi Yeonjun, student council secretary, leader of the Dance club, star of the Jazzed club, the school’s it boy, filthy rich and next in line to take over CEO of YJ Choi Corporation. He’s basically the most eligible bachelor in the town, heck maybe even in the whole country!” he exclaims. “So with a reputation like that, I think you can imagine the kind of girls he would date.”

“Yeah, okay, so he’s intimidatingly out of my league.” B admits, just now realizing how powerful Yeonjun really was. “But it’s not like I’m the ugliest, stinkiest, most uncatchable fish in the sea!” she exclaims. “Besides, what kind of girls would he date?”

“Baba, don’t get me wrong, you’re great and I love you but you’re not exactly Yeonjun’s type.” Kai says comfortingly. “Yes, you’re cute. Heck, you’re pretty to a certain extent. I’d say you’re above average, and when your family background is taken into consideration, you’d certainly be a good catch to the average citizen. But Yeonjun…” he pauses, trying to choose his words carefully. “Well, he’s Choi Yeonjun. He’s the biggest catch in the sea. And for the past couple of years I’ve known him, the kind of girls he goes out with are always the stunningly beautiful and elegant girls around MOA. And as much as I love you, you just aren’t that kind of girl.”

B pouts. “Yes I am! I can be that kind of girl! I can be stunningly beautiful and elegant.” she pouts, although she knew that deep down, her best friend was right. It wasn’t like she had low esteem, she knew she had looks and smarts and wits, but she knew that she wasn’t the kind of girl who could walk around with a bare face looking like a model.

“Baba, I love you, but come on.” Kai says. “I’m just saying, you’re just so not his type.”

“Oh yeah?” B huffs. “If I’m so not his type, then how come he’s asked me out twice already?”

As Kai’s eyes go wide and his jaw drops, B immediately covers her mouth, realizing what she just let slip out.

“What!” Kai practically screams. “He asked you out? Yeonjun asked you out? Yeonjun asked you out twice?” he says, trying to wrap his head around the idea. “And what did you say?”

“He asked me out the first time at the party and then the second time the day after.” B says slowly. “I said no.” B mumbles.

“You said no? To Yeonjun? You rejected Yeonjun? You rejected Yeonjun twice?” he says.

B nods but then she lets out a small sigh. “Actually, I wasn’t able to respond the first time since our 7 minutes were up. And then yes, I said no. But then I said yes, when he asked me out again last Friday.”

“He asked you out again? Wait so he asked you out thrice? And you said yes?” Kai screeches. “And it happened last Friday?!”

B nods slowly. “Yes, yes, and yes?” she says.

“Baba!” he cries. “Why didn’t you tell me? I need to know everything. Now!” he demands.

And so, reluctantly, she does. From the 7 minutes she shared with Yeonjun at the party to how he lead her back to the shed and asked her out again the next day, to how he had winked at her as he performed onstage and how she had made it a point to avoid him since then, to how she had fainted in the hallway and how he had brought her home and taken care of her to how they talked things out until they came to a conclusion. “Then he kissed me, and that’s when I said yes.” she finishes. “And he’s been coming over and sweeping me off my feet almost everyday since then, except on Monday when Ryujin came for a quick visit.” she adds.

Kai makes a face. “Eugh, I do not want to picture you and Yeonjun kissing. I don’t want to picture you and anyone kissing, really, it’s just disgusting.” he says, shuddering. “But, um, wow. So you and Yeonjun, huh? I didn’t see that coming. I guess that’s why you were acting kinda weird during those days after the party? You were avoiding Yeonjun?” he asks, his mind putting the pieces together.

B nods. “Yup. I was avoiding him, which was stupid, but hey here we are now. Dating.” she says, shrugging. “And now that I know I’m not his type, I’m really not sure why he asked me out so persistently.”

“Well, I mean, you aren’t ugly.” Kai says. “Maybe you actually are stunningly beautiful? I dunno. I’m your best friend. To me, you’re just kind of meh.” he says teasingly. “I have to admit though, if you were ever to end up dating one of the guys, I wouldn’t have expected you and Yeonjun to end up together.”

“What do you mean?” she asks suspiciously, her brows pulled together.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise.” he says, laughing as he puts his hands up defensively. “It’s just that I never imagined you and Yeonjun to end up dating or anything. If there was one person in our group I thought you’d ever end up with, I always thought it would’ve been Soobin.”

“Soobin?” B asks, perplexed. “Why?”

“Because I know you.” he starts. “I’ve known you for years, and I know the kind of guys you like and the type of guys you crush on, and honestly, Soobin seemed to fit into the category. Plus, I know Soobin. And knowing him, you seem to be the kind of girl he’d like as well. Also, there’s the fact that you told me you have a crush on him before we left your apartment on the day of the party, remember?”

“You know I made that up just so you’d let it go, right?” B says pointedly. “And what do you mean about Soobin being my type? And me being his type?”

Kai shrugs. “Soobin is nice, sweet, charms the socks out of everyone around him, and he’s an all-around good guy. And you, you just seem to be the type of girls that he used to go for in the past. He likes bright and lively girls, like you. Just thought you 2 had chemistry.” he explains simply. “Guess I was wrong, though. I haven’t seen what you and Yeonjun are like together, but I’m happy for you, Baba. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” he finishes sincerely.

“Thanks, Ningning.” she says, leaning in to pull him in for a quick hug, though an uneasy was starting to settle in her stomach upon hearing his opinion on her dating life. “Promise me that you won’t tell anyone else about this for now, alright? Not until Yeonjun and I decide what to do next.”

Kai nods. “I’m bad at keeping secrets, but I promise I won’t tell anyone about this.”

“Thanks, Ningning. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Yeonjun and I sort of agreed not to tell anyone at first, we kinda wanted to see how things would go first.” she says, hugging him again.

“It’s alright, Baba. Thanks for telling me, anyway.” Kai says, hugging her back. “I have to admit, this conversation had me so surprised that I forgot about these itchy spots for a moment.”

“Eugh, thank god I’m done with that.” B says, immediately pulling away. “So how are you feeling? Are you feverish? Do you want me to ask my doctor to come by to check up on you everyday?” she asks, examining his spots.

“Nah, I’m good. My doctor said I should be fine as long as I keep my body temperature in check and I avoid scratching myself. He’ll be checking up on me after 5 days to see if I can be medically cleared to go back to school.” Kai says, rubbing his arms. “These pox are a bitch, though. I’m itching all over.”

B slaps his hands away, stopping him from scratching himself. “Looks like it’ll be just you and me for the next 5 days.”

“Oh, really? Won’t Yeonjun be coming over? I thought he’s been visiting everyday.” Kai says.

“He already texted me to tell me that our date for today would be cancelled, and I guess now I know why.” she says, looking at him pointedly. “I mean, he can still come over to visit since he’s immune, but it wouldn’t bother me if he didn’t. I’ve missed you.” B says, ruffling her best friend’s hair. “We haven’t talked like this in what feels like forever. We’ve got the whole weekend to hang around, watch movies, and play around like we used to when we were younger.”

“Oh right, you’ve been cleared to go back to school on Monday.” Kai says, pouting a bit. “Wow, how did you survive being stuck at home all week? Just thinking about it makes me feel like I’ll die out of boredom.” he says, sighing sadly.

“Hey, I didn’t just bum around the whole week. I was on my phone everyday, listening in on lectures and taking notes of my own so I wouldn’t fall too far behind on classes. I suggest you do the same.” B says.

Kai lets out a huff. “Eh, sounds boring, but we’ll see.”

Meanwhile, at MOA, the 4 boys eating lunch together were starting to realize just how different things were now that two of their regular companions were absent.

“Is it just me or do things feel kinda…weird.” Beomgyu asks, as the boys sit in surprising silence, their lunches laid out on the table in front of them, the gentle wind blowing the flowers and vines around the gazebo.

Taehyun nods. “I get what you mean. This whole chicken pox outbreak has made things around here complicated.” he said, completely missing Beomgyu’s point yet making an entirely valid one. “All these sudden health regulations are so difficult, and being a student council member gives no excuses not to follow them since we have to set an example for the rest of the student body.”

He had a point. Thanks to the chicken pox, every student was now required to wear a face mask at all times, except during mealtimes. Not only that, but physical contact was highly discouraged, students were required to send in copies of their immunization records to the school clinic, and every room and entrance on campus now had staff spraying everyone who passed by with alcohol on their hands. The protocols would be in place for a whole week, until a decline in cases would start to show.

“Well yeah, the protocols are pretty sudden and stressful and the whole chicken pox outbreak is making everyone a bit paranoid, but that’s not what I meant.” Beomgyu said, patting Taehyun’s arm. “I mean, you’re definitely right. But I meant that things feel weird without Hyuka and B around.”

Taehyun nods. “Ah yes, I really miss B. It feels a bit lonely to walk by myself to school now, though I used to do it everyday. It’s strange, I never realized how much her absence would affect me.” he says, pondering about how different things felt without her.

Soobin nods, then catches himself. “Don’t you miss Hyuka too, Tyun?” he says, changing the topic. It made him uncomfortable, hearing how Taehyun’s words hit him. It was hard for Soobin to admit it, but B’s absence had bothered him more than he thought it would. And now that Kai was absent as well, Soobin was starting to feel a bit lonelier.

Taehyun shrugs. “I mean we just saw him yesterday, but yes, I have to admit that not having him here feels strange as well.”

“I miss them.” Beomgyu simply says. “Do you think Hyuka took your advice and went over to B’s house?”

“I hope so, it seemed like the most logical option for everyone involved.” Taehyun responds.

“Yeah, he did, she said Kai arrived earlier.” Yeonjun says absentmindedly, scrolling through his phone.

“Oh, she texted you?” Taehyun says curiously. “That’s strange, she hasn’t texted me all week. I mean, she calls me everyday but we don’t really talk because she just listens in on our lectures. Maybe I should send her a message too, to check up on how she’s doing.”

Realizing that he had just let something slip, Yeonjun puts his phone down, subtly kicking Beomgyu under the table, hoping he’d say something to help him out.

“Oh yeah you definitely should! I’ve been texting her too.” Beomgyu says suddenly, jerking in his seat, trying to come up with anything to deflect the conversation from Yeonjun’s slip up. “She, uh, she says she misses us and that she can’t wait to go back to school.” he says sheepishly, lying through his teeth.

“Tell her we miss her too.” Soobin says, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

“You should tell her yourself. I mean, I know we all miss her, but I think it would be better if she hears it from each of us.” Beomgyu says, further leading the conversation.

The boys sit in silence once again as they focus on consuming their food, picking up their phones as well.

Soobin and Taehyun take Beomgyu’s advice and shoot B some messages. Beomgyu texts her as well, to make up for lying to the guys about it.

As their lunch break comes to an end, Yeonjun speaks up. “We should probably get going, it’s our first club day with these implemented health protocols, I’m sure the administrators will want all club officers to assist in making sure that people follow the guidelines and restrictions.”

The boys all agree and pack up their bags, ready to head to their respective clubs.

Yeonjun turns to Beomgyu and says “Hey Gyu, I think I left something in my car, wanna walk with me?”

Beomgyu nods. “Sure thing YJ, lead the way.” And the 2 boys wander off, leaving Taehyun and Soobin to walk back to the building together.

“Thanks for saving my ass back there, I thought Taehyun would’ve caught on. He’s pretty intuitive.” Yeonjun says, bumping his fist against Beomgyu’s.

“No problem. I’m guessing you were texting her right at that moment? Try to be more careful. Or better yet, just tell the other guys about it already.” Beomgyu responds.

Yeonjun shakes his head. “I’m not sure if Baby and I are ready to take this thing public yet. We’ve only gone on a few dates, and we haven’t even talked about where this might lead to. Besides, things between us are so good right now, and letting other people know about it might change that.” he reasons out. “She and I will have to talk about things first, so until then, promise me that you won’t tell anyone about it?”

Beomgyu sighs. “Fine, but as cute as it is to see you so happy and blushy, the 2 of you better sort this out soon. I don’t like having to keep secrets.” he says, shuddering slightly. “But really though, how are things between you 2? Do you see it going anywhere?”

Yeonjun smiles to himself. “I really like her, Gyu. I really really like her.”

“So what are you gonna do you about it?” Beomgyu asks curiously. “Where do you see things going between you?”

“I’m gonna ask her to be mine.” Yeonjun asks. “Not yet, but soon. I think this could be the start of something great. I feel like I’m falling more and more for her each day, and I don’t see that stopping anytime soon.”

Yeonjun stops walking for a moment, looking at Beomgyu as if he had just realized something. “I think I might love her, Gyu.”

Beomgyu stops as well, staring at the blue haired boy. “Are you sure? Remember what happened the last time you fell in love?” he asks, reminding Yeonjun of the only real relationship he’s ever had, and how bad things ended and how heartbroken he was at the end of it all, and how he’s struggled to find anyone he’d want to develop a real connection with since then.

Once upon a time, Yeonjun had fallen in love. Her name was Rose, and she was a student from another school within the district. She had fiery red hair and an even more fiery personality, which was probably what drew him to her in the first place. Being with her was exciting, and Yeonjun liked the feeling of being kept on his toes, not knowing what to expect next. He fell for her hard, without stopping to think that maybe she wasn’t someone worth loving. He liked that she was confident and knew what she wanted out of life, he liked that she was experienced and knew just what to do to make him tick. She played him like a fiddle, and he happily obliged, showering her with affection and spoiling her with everything she wanted. It was only when he found out that she was cheating on him did he realize that she was just using him. In the end, he was left drained, exhausted, and closed off to the idea of falling so recklessly in love again. 3 years later and he still struggled to make any emotional connections with people of the opposite gender.

Yeonjun shakes his head. “Fuck that, dude. This is different. She’s different.” he says, with B on his mind.

B and her long dark hair, her warm pink skin, the soft freckles splattered across her cheeks, her small fragile hands, the gentle dip at the curve of her waist. B and the way her laugh rang through his mind, how the gentlest of her touches could leave him feeling breathless, how her smile was permanently etched into his memory, and how the way she looked at him made him wish he was something worth looking at. How she made him want to be more.

“I know she is. I mean, one, I actually really like her. Whereas Rose was a dirty lying cheat, B is pretty damn cool.” Beomgyu says. “And two, she’s a genuinely good person who I’m sure likes you for more than just your dad’s money.”

Yeonjun nods. “So you see my point.”

Beomgyu nods back, then smiles. “Damn, maybe this should be the headline for this month’s issue of the school paper! Choi Yeonjun: in love.”

“Oh shut up. If you ever print anything about me, I’m ready to sue, Mr. Editor and Chief.” Yeonjun says, playfully shoving Beomgyu’s arm.

Beomgyu laughs, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulders as they continue to walk across the campus. “Don’t worry, I’ve got better things to publish than your love life.”

“Thanks for keeping this a secret, BG.” Yeonjun says.

Beomgyu sighs in response. “No problem, but I gotta admit that I don’t like keeping secrets from the rest of the guys. Keeping things from each other might complicate things.”

Yeonjun shrugs. “Complicate what things? I don’t see how things could possibly go wrong.” he says nonchalantly.

meanwhile

“It’s weird how different things feel without B around, huh?” Taehyun says casually as he and Soobin make their way across the campus. “I honestly didn’t think I’d miss her this much. It’s strange, don’t you think? Do you miss her too? Or is it just me?”

Soobin shakes his head. “Nah, me? Why would I miss her? She’s just a friend. Things don’t feel weird at all.”

Which were all lies. For Soobin, everything without B felt weird. He never realized how much of an impact she had left on him until he started to wake up the past few days knowing that he wouldn’t be seeing her at school and then suddenly his day would feel a little less chipper and a little more dull. He never noticed how important she had become to him until he no longer had to save a seat next to him at the gazebo during lunch in the hopes that she would sit next to him. He never knew how much he enjoyed her presence until he walked into their Creative Writing class and his eyes didn’t automatically search for hers in the crowd because he knew he wouldn’t find them.

It was just now hitting him how much he actually missed her.

He missed waking up in the morning knowing that he’d get to her see her and starting his day off excited, whistling to himself as he got out of bed. He missed walking to the gazebo for lunch and thinking about which of his packed snacks he could share with her, saving the seat next to him in the hopes that she’d choose to sit beside him. He missed looking forward to the last period for the day and walking into the classroom with his eyes meeting hers, which would automatically be followed by the big smile and wave she’d give whenever she saw him walk in, and how she’d pat the chair beside her so he could sit next to her.

Which all confused him. He had been studying at MOA for the past 4 years, and yet he had never felt this sense of longing just because of one person’s absence. What’s worse is he didn’t realize how much he’d miss her until she was gone.

Was it possible that he had feelings for her?

“Why do you even miss her so much? Do you like her or something?” Soobin says teasingly, trying to deflect his own thoughts.

Taehyun raises a brow. “I like her, but not in the way you mean.” he responds factually. “I just miss having her around. Just because you miss someone, it doesn’t necessarily mean that you have feelings for them, you know.”

There’s a beat of silence before Soobin carefully asks. “So how would you know that you have feelings for someone then? Doesn’t the feeling of wishing they were around and stuff mean that you like them?” he asks, trying to untangle his thoughts and make sense of his feelings.

Taehyun thinks about it for a moment. “It could? Wishing that someone were with you when they’re not around could mean that you have feelings for them.”

“So missing someone like that means that you like them?” Soobin asks.

“Maybe. Personally, I think it’s more than that though. It’s the way they make you feel. For example, when I’m with the person I like, I feel incomparable happiness, like I wouldn’t trade their existence for anything else in the world. Just the thought of seeing them gets me excited to start my day. I look for them everywhere I go, and I can spot them from a mile away, as if my eyes can automatically zero in on that one person. Even when I don’t see them, everything around me seems to remind me of them. I feel comfortable, like I can be myself around them.” Taehyun says thoughtfully.

“Oh, Tyun, I didn’t know that you like someone.” Soobin says, surprised. “It sounds like you love her a lot. You were able to express your feelings so well.”

Taehyun smiles wistfully. “Yeah, I guess I really do. This person’s been on my mind for quite a while now, and I’ve learned to come to terms with how they make me feel. That’s how I’m able to express it so well, I’ve been dealing with these feelings for more than a year now.”

Soobin’s jaw drops. “You’ve been in love for over a year? Have you told this person about how you feel?”

The other boy simply shakes his head. “No, I can’t, cause I know they’ll never feel the same way about me. I’d rather do the logical thing and keep my feelings to myself instead.”

“You always choose you head over your heart, Tyun.” Soobin says. “Why not try listening to your heart for once? Have you ever confessed your feelings for anyone before? We’ve been friends for a while now, but honestly I feel like I don’t know much about your love life. It seems like one of the last things that would be on your mind.”

“Ah, Soobin. I don’t like expressing these feelings cause I know they won’t amount to anything. Why are you asking me these things anyway? Are you in love with anyone?” Taehyun says dismissively, flipping the conversation over.

“You’re so pessimistic.” Soobin says sourly.

Taehyun shrugs. “You say pessimistic, I say realistic. Now tell me, do you have feelings for anyone?” he says pointedly. “You seem to be really interested in the topic.”

“I’m not really sure. I mean, there’s this girl, and I think she’s great and all, but I don’t know if these feelings mean anything. You know I had a girlfriend before, right? Remember last year, when Lia and I were a thing?”

“Oh yeah, you and Lia were cute together. See, since you’ve been in a relationship before, you should know what it feels like to like someone.” Taehyun says.

Soobin nods. “Yes, but the problem is Lia confessed to me first. When she confessed, it’s not like I had any strong feelings for her or anything, I just thought that she was pretty and nice to talk to, so I told her I liked her back and I asked her out. But now, I’m feeling these things, and it just feels so different from what I felt when Lia and I were together.”

“I guess you didn’t really love Lia, then?” Taehyun says, and Soobin shrugs in response.

“I definitely had feelings for her, but I broke up with her after a while cause I just didn’t see our relationship going anywhere.” Soobin admits.

“Look, I’m sure you liked her, but it’s different to love someone.” Taehyun says. “Because when you love someone, you just know it.”

“But how? How do you know?” Soobin asks confused, desperate to untangle his feelings.

“You just do. It might hit you at one certain moment, when you see this person and your heart starts to beat twice the normal rate and you think to yourself ‘oh wow, I love this person.’ Or you could just wake up one day feeling more, and then it would hit you just like that.” Taehyun says. “It could hit you out of nowhere like a truck, or it could come to you slowly and then all at once. But however it goes, one day you’ll just know.”

“One day, I guess.” Soobin says. He couldn’t imagine waking up one day and feeling completely different about someone, or looking at someone and suddenly being hit with the realization that he was in love with them. Or her. Or B, to be exact.

His cheeks went pink just thinking of it. “Well, I don’t think I’m in love with her just yet. Thanks for the talk, though. It was very interesting, and you made a lot of good points.” he says as they approach the stairs leading up to their club rooms.

Taehyun nods and claps the older boy on the back. “No problem, Soobin. Whoever she is, I’m sure you’ll figure things out soon. And if you ever do wake up one day and realize you’re in love, she’d be stupid not to love you back.”

Soobin smiles at him warmly. “Thanks, Tyun. I hope I figure it out soon. Oh, one last thing.” he says, suddenly stopping in his tracks.

“Yes? What is it?” Taehyun asks.

“Do you mind if we keep this conversation between the 2 of us? I’m just…” Soobin pauses, fumbling with his words. “I’d rather no else knew about this for now.”

Taehyun laughs kindly. “Don’t worry, I promise it will be like we never had this conversation. I’d also prefer it if you don’t tell anyone else about my crush, I’m pretty sure you’re the first person I’ve told about it.”

Soobin nods. “Of course! You can count on me, my lips are sealed.” he says, making a zipping motion across his mouth, which causes Taehyun to laugh. “See you later, Tyun.”

Taehyun waves and watches as Soobin disappears into the Ecosave club room, greeting the other officers of the club and reminding them about the implementation of health protocols.

Taehyun shakes his head before turning away and continuing down the hall to his own club room, preparing himself as president of the Debate Club to brief his officers and members about the health protocols. He found it adorable that his friend whom had never really been in love before was so obliviously in love now without even knowing it. He knew that Soobin was a smart guy, but he didn’t know that he could be so clueless about his own feelings. Taehyun always thought that his friend would be a little more emotionally self-aware, but he was wrong. He could tell that Soobin’s thoughts were all over the place, and he hoped that their little talk would at least help him figure out his own feelings.

He almost felt bad for Soobin, but he was amused and was looking forward to seeing how Soobin’s little crush would play out. Anyone would be lucky to date a guy like Soobin. Whoever this girl was, he could tell that Soobin had it bad. He just hoped that it was someone who could love him back.

•°•

“Baba?”

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

B shifts on the couch, turning over so she could come face to face with Kai. “Alright, what is it this time? You want advice on how to ask Yuna out or something?”

“No, it’s nothing like that.” he says, his cheeks suddenly turning pink. “I wanted to ask you something about Yeonjun.”

“Oh, what about Yeonjun?” she asks, curious.

“Well, I was just wondering, why Yeonjun?” Kai asks thoughtfully. “I honestly never pegged him as your type of guy. Your past crushes have always been the academically smart, sweet, caring types and Yeonjun’s more on the work hard play harder, cool, chill, borderline fuckboy types? So what made you like him?”

“Ah, he may not be the smartest or the most academically focused guy, but he’s definitely sweet and caring. And while many people may see him as cool and distant and maybe even a bit of a flirt, but there’s so much more to him than that.” B starts carefully. “He’s just so…amazing. When I first met him, I honestly never thought we’d end up where we are now. It’s like he’s a completely different person, like there’s a completely different side to him that I’ve been privileged enough to see.”

“Sounds like someone’s in love.” Kai sings teasingly, trying to hide his disdain at her answer. Maybe he was being overprotective, but he only wanted to make sure that his best friend wouldn’t get hurt. Judging by her answer, it sounded like she was smitten simply because of the things Yeonjun did to sweep her off her feet. She was too focused on one side of Yeonjun that she was blinded to all his other sides, which didn’t sound good to Kai. “But really, do you think you might be?”

“In love?” she clarifies. She stops for a moment to think about, meanwhile the same 3 words continuously run through his mind: please say no, please say no, please say—

“I don’t know. I don’t think so?” B says, a bright smile on her face. “I mean, it’s only been a week since we started going out, so it’s too early to tell, right?”

Kai laughs along. “Right, it does sound a bit unrealistic to fall in love with someone over a week.”

“True, but at the same time, I feel like my life has changed so much in the past week, and it’s all because of him. It was like a montage out of a romance movie or something, you know?” she says with stars in her eyes, and it was at that moment when Kai realized that he couldn’t change his best friend’s mind, even if he tried. She was falling hard.

“That sounds great, Baba!” he smiles, not knowing what else he could say. “I’m happy for you.” And it wasn’t a lie, he really was happy that she seemed happy. He was just worried that she was rushing into it all. He knew her, he knew how careful she was and how she usually thought things over at least 10 times before making a decision, but the girl he was talking to now, who had stars in her eyes and a lovesick smile felt almost alien to him.

He desperately wanted to tell her to be careful and to keep her guard up, but he didn’t want to ruin her happiness. Instead, he simply said “It’s nice to see you happy like this. I haven’t seen you crush so hard on a guy since we were in the 3rd grade and you were going absolutely feral for that one guy in our math class.”

B laughs at the memory. “Oh god, Park Jisung, I remember him! He was the top student in our batch, I think that’s why I liked him so much. I was crushing hard.”

“Not as hard as you’re crushing on Yeonjun now, I’m guessing?” Kai asks. He wanted to know just how far his best friend had already fallen.

B shakes his head. “I’m falling pretty hard, Ningning. I’ve never felt like this before.”

And there it was. The answer he’d been dreading.

He plasters on a smile. “Not too hard, I hope.” he says weakly.

“Psh, yeah, don’t worry about me Ningning. I’ve got this all under control.” she says, laughing it off.

He laughs too. “Of course. I’m not worried. Not at all.” he says. And those were all lies.

Because he knew that no matter what she said, no matter how much he liked Yeonjun and no matter how happy she looked now, he’d always worry about his best friend.

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captainillogical · 5 years ago

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Devil’s Ballroom ch.2

A year after the events from the earth’s final attack, Little Homeworld is finally complete, and there’s a new jazz bar where gems and humans mingle and drink. - As you’re typing back a reply, someone pulls the stool out next to you and takes a seat. You see a sliver of pink out of the corner of your eye as you try not to actually Look. Oh god. It’s her. God can’t help us now.

Spinel/Reader

collab with wife @firstofficertightpants

The place actually happened to be like, right on the edge of Little Homeworld. Outside had full glass windows, tall, that reached the ceiling. Inside the lighting was dim, and a bit smokey. You figured it looked alright enough to head in, and gave the bouncer your ID. He nodded and you walked in. It smelt of cigars, and of cinnamon, and it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. A pretty woman in a low-cut red dress was playing the piano on the stage, and it was some contemporary jazz piece. The low murmur of people talking filled the air in between the swells of music, and the place actually seemed busy with people and even gems enjoying themselves. You liked the vibe. It was.. comfortable. At ease. You looked over at the bar, rather than any of the tables, and saw a spot near the end. Perfect. Right by the bathroom. You headed over and plopped down on the stool. There were three empty at the end, so you took the one in the middle, which had the best view of the stage from back here.

While waiting for the bartender to come back down this side, you took the chance to look at the people around you. A couple familiar faces.. small town you know? And some new ones. New gems too. You can see Mr. Fryman sitting at a table with Kofi and Nanefua, and they look like they’re playing poker. You try not to snicker since Kofi looks absolutely blasted, and Mr. Fryman is cursing up a storm because Nanefua is clearly winning. You see her wink at Mr. Fryman. You suspect a rigged game.

Your phone chimes a couple times. You pull it out of your bag, and check to see who’s bothering you. Ah. The group chat.

Alex: ughhh you guys my gmas killing me

Alex: no seriously mexico fucking blows rn

Alex: i cant step outside without feeling like my balls are melting off my body

Alex: and my brother won’t stop listening to the book of mormon soundtrack

Alex: im going insane

Your friends are so melodramatic. You type out a couple of replies.

Y/N: You should be used to mexican summers by now, you go every year.

Y/N: And for the record, your brother is valid. Book of Mormon slaps.

Alex: what the fuck youre supposed to be on my side u ass

Alex: i thought our special thing was wicked. OUR SPECIAL THING, Y/N

Y/N: I’m allowed to like multiple things. Including musicals.

Alex: never. fuck you. also what are you even doing rn come play minecraft with me

Y/N: Yeah as much as I’d like to, I can’t.

“Y/N! So you finally came to see what this place is all about! What can I get ya?” you hear a familiar voice ask. Turning around to face the voice, you see Bismuth wearing her usual overalls and a rather nice looking bow tie.

“Hey Bis, how’s it going? I like what you’ve done with the place. It’s nice. And uh, I’ll just take a hard cider for now.” You smile at her and set your phone down for a minute.

“Thank you! After we finished Little Homeworld, I had to find something else to focus on in my down time.” She explains while grabbing your drink from the fridge under her side of the bar, and opens it. “So tell me,” She sits the drink in front of you and leans on the counter. “What brings you out here today?”

You take a rather long sip from your drink before meeting the large gems eyes. On the stage, a tall, beardy man replaces the woman that just finished her piece. He immediately starts this jaunty, irish tune. He’s singing loudly, and it’s not bad. A couple of people are clapping to the tune.

“I just really needed to get out.” You replied, taking another sip from your drink. “I was kinda hoping I’d meet someone new, maybe get another friend to hang out with, since my friends wanted to ditch me this summer.” As you’re saying this, more people join the clapping. It’s getting a bit rowdy. “Or maybe at least get drunk enough to forget how lonely I feel.” You add, shrugging.

“Well, I can supply the drinks, and at least a bit of company.” Bismuth winks, and turns to the patron 6 seats up waving her over.

You check your phone again, and there’s more from Alex. AND Harper? She must still have phone service wherever she’s at. Alex: what are u fuckin doin that so important that u cant play minecraft with ur best friend

Harper: yeah, Y/N. the heck. Also alex, get lost, she’s MY best friend bitch

Alex: u had ur chances but u left us so we’re a duo now. u can go

Harper: excuse me!? I WILL end you.

Y/N: Oh my god, chill. I’m just out right now, so I can’t okay?

Y/N: And nice of you to join us, Harper.

Harper: fuck you I miss you okay. And I miss constant wifi :(

Alex: OUT!? What do you mean OUT. its night. u play games with ME during this time

Alex: for real what the fuck are you doing

Harper: yeah, you don’t go out without us. Wtf are you doing?

Y/N: I’m at a bar!! Alex: WHAT

Alex: dont tell me its the one place that just opened

Alex: Y/N do NOT betray me you TOLD ME you were gonna go with me!!

Y/N: I was. But I was also bored and you’re both gone, soooo.

Alex: wow

Alex: i cant believe youve done this to me

Harper: hmmm. ;)

Harper: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ;)

Y/N: What.

Harper: you tryin to find girls again?

Harper: like that one time you went to empire city just to peruse the mall?

Alex: LMAOOOOO

Y/N: No.

Alex: LMAOOOO Y/N GOOD LUCK TRYING TO FIND A GF LOLL

Y/N: I’m not trying to find a girlfriend you fucks. Christ.

Y/N: Also Alex, you’re one to talk. You can’t KEEP a girlfriend.

Alex: ur just mad i have a passionate and intimate relationship w/ my hand

Y/N: And it will probably stay that way.

Y/N: Besides, so far, no one cute here. So it’s a bust.

Harper: a bust. Lmfao u just outed yourself :)

Y/N: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

You put your phone down before seeing whatever Alex attempts to reply back with. It sounds like the current boisterous song is coming to a close, and really, most of the people here are clapping along with this guy. It’s fun. And despite the playful ribbing from your shit-talking friends, you’re starting to have a nice time. You finish your drink, and nod over to Bismuth who catches your eye and nods back. You look over onto the stage, the man having cleared the piano, and see Lapis wiping down the piano and seat. Guess he spilled his drink while playing. Lapis, unlike Bismuth, actually dressed up a bit for the job. Her hair was pulled in a cute, small bun, and she was wearing what looks like a tailored tux with no jacket. The vest fit her quite well. She seemed.. happy. Good for her.

No one had taken up the stage again yet, but the place was still lively with chatter. You see someone out of the corner of your eye move towards the stage, but Bismuth comes over again so you tear your gaze away.

“Another cider? Or do you want something else this time, Y/N? She asks, cleaning a glass with a rag, and moves on to the next one.

“Ehh, yeah, give me another cider.” You say as you pull out your phone again. Bismuth sets down the drink in front of you.

Harper: what a goddamn disaster. she got that from me i think

Alex: no, youre both disasters separately

Y/N: Fuck you guys. Give me a break.

You hear the piano start to play again, and someone pulling the mic forward. You look up to see pink hair.. And someone kind of familiar. She’s wearing black slacks, a white collared shirt, and suspenders. The shirt is partially open, and you see part of a pink gem showing through on her chest. It looks like she’s got mascara running down her face.

And then.. she starts to sing.

It’s lovely. It’s slow and a bit sad, but she seems to be enjoying herself. She’s definitely done this before. Quite a few of the people around quiet down some, so you can hear her pretty clearly. You drink some, and text your friends.

Y/N: Guys, I lied. There’s a cute gem here who can sing.

Alex: holy fuk

Alex: what

Y/N: She looks kind of familiar though? I can’t quite place it though.

Harper: dude theres like near 100 gems now in little homeworld lol

Harper: you’ve probs seen most in passing? :P

Alex: are you serious Y/N? cant flirt with human women so u turn to aliens? lmfao

Y/N: Ohhhhh my god. Die.

The gem on stage sings the chorus with gusto - man she’s really getting into this. You’re kind of taken a bit with her performance. It just pulls you. But also.. She really seems familiar now and it’s bothering you.

Y/N: No I’m serious she seems really familiar and not in that In Passing kind of way.

Harper: what does she look like?

Alex: yeah a description would be nice

Harper: TAKE A PIC

Alex: holy shit YES

Y/N: I can’t take a pic. She’s too far away, it’ll be blurry.

Alex: literally just zoom in lord almighty

Y/N: Okay. Hold on a sec.

You turn on your camera app, and face the stage. Looks like the gem is actually finishing up her song. Perfect, you’ll snap a pic once she stands up. She finishes, and most of the people are clapping for her. You zoom in, and it’s grainy, but decent enough to make out most of her. You snap the pic.

The flash was on.

A couple people turn to look at you, and you try turning away quickly, horrified, and see the gem looking in your direction before walking off into the crowd of people. You cannot imagine a worse scenario.

Y/N: FUCK FUCCCCKKKKKK.

Y/N: (image sent)

Y/N: I GOT YOUR FUCKING PIC BUT THE FLASH IS ON.

Y/N: I’M PRETTY SURE SHE SAW THAT IT WAS ME THAT TOOK THE PIC.

With shaking hands, you take another sip of your drink and wait for a reply. Why is life like this.

Harper: uh.

Harper: ummm.

Alex: wait

Alex: one fucking second

Y/N: WHY ARE NONE OF YOU CARING ABOUT MY PLIGHT.

Y/N: I’M TRYING NOT TO COMBUST ON THE SPOT HERE.

Alex: shut up for one second

Alex: harper isnt that

Harper: uhh. yeah i think so.

Y/N: WHAT!? WHO IS IT. WHY DOES THAT MATTER AT THIS POINT.

Alex: lmao i cant believe i have to tell u this

Alex: bitch do u remember that shit that happened last summer

Alex: where half the town almost died from that gem shit

Alex: that’s her Alex: that’s the bitch who almost killed like, the entire planet

Harper: you know that night your dad almost died??

As you’re typing back a reply, someone pulls the stool out next to you and takes a seat. You see a sliver of pink out of the corner of your eye as you try not to actually Look. Oh god. It’s her. God can’t help us now.

#spinel #spinel x reader #spinel su #steven universe #spinel self insert #my fic #devils ballroom

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yzareenxiv · 5 years ago

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Small Lives

"He's a bad man."

Oh, Lolah, why didn't I listen?

She'd argued vehemently that she was just as bad, that she would make him better, that she deserved the monster because she, herself, was a monster and isn't that how it works? Isn't that how it should be?

Now he was dead and C'arha was done with her.

No more 'you make me want to be better'. No more 'I need you'. No more 'I love you'. No more lies. No more manipulations. No more broken vows. No more passion. No more screaming, snarling arguments. No more whispered words of devotion. No more 'Amata' or 'Tempesta' or 'Tenebris' or 'Goddess' or 'Kitten' or 'Love' or 'Sandari'. No more sun-bright brilliance or fire-and-ice glory. No more falling asleep to the sound of someone else's heartbeat. No more soft smiles and bright eyes met across rooms. No more hands holding hers. No more soul mates or star crossed lovers.

The nights were so very, very empty. The days tumbled into each other in meaningless cacophonies that threatened to drive her mad and too-frequently sent her into the corner of her bedroom with her pillow over her ears to block out the sounds of too many neighbors, too many voices, too many noises, too many thoughts. The apartment Ayanga had arranged for her had been a kind gift that she had taken when she had received word that her home was, for the time being, unlivable. She was not accustomed to being so close to so many people all the time and her sensitive hearing and self-imposed isolation did her no favors.

In desperation, weeks ago, Zareen had tried to return to her house, thinking it could only be better than being stuck in the echoing box she was in, even if it was a little damaged. When she arrived, she was met with the tangible evidence of her life's destruction- the damage caused by the fight with Arden and the fire that Sana had extinguished had collapsed the upper floor and the combined weight had sent part of the building into the basement. Efforts had been made to preserve everything from the elements but nothing else had been touched.

She had gone picking through the rubble, salvaging what she could, being reminded with every piece of debris she turned over of the life she had built in that place. Of another time she had gone picking through rubble and debris at C'arha's side, offering the distraught woman her company and care. The memory stung all the more as Zareen looked at the devastation around her, surveying it while all alone.

I brought this on myself.

Workmen were hired after that but she did nothing to oversee them. What was the point of having a house if the people that she had bought it for were dead or lost to her? It was just a husk, a pretty trap with blades that waited to slice and cut and bleed her heart dry with every memory. She was told they put all the things they had recovered into storage for her, that almost everything was salvaged, and she had tried to show her gratitude even as the apathy gnawed at the edge of her consciousness. The workmen worked, the house slowly ceased to be rubble, the garden grew under the care of skilled gardeners that she couldn't remember hiring and didn't really care about as long as they made certain C'arha's flowers didn't die.

She hadn't gone to see the progress of the house, or the items in storage, or the spring garden- what was the point? The cubs had everything they needed- she'd recovered nearly the entire nursery, thanks to the wards- and she had the few things that truly mattered to her. Everything else... everything else was shards of shattered dreams that she couldn't bring herself to crawl through. She'd tried, at first. Turning over everything that had happened in her mind, over and over again, running through her memories- the last 6 moons, then the last year, then the last two years, then her time since leaving the island, then her time since becoming the Jaguar, then back and back until her earliest memories. She walked through the world without seeing it, without feeling it, without experiencing it, too preoccupied with trying to figure out where it had all gone so wrong. When she finally realized she was accomplishing nothing by looking backwards it had been simultaneously a weight off her shoulders and an overwhelming feeling of pointlessness.

What had it all been for?

Looking into her daughters' eyes was the only bright spot, the only thing that felt like it meant something anymore. When they napped or played with each other, Zareen felt like a forgotten doll, dropped carelessly aside to wait for time's inevitable flow, and she sat almost lifeless, staring into empty space and doing her best to think of or do something productive. Dinner? Lunch? Did she need more laundry soap? Were the oranges in the bowl going mushy? Small thoughts, quiet thoughts, for a life that had gone small and quiet and mostly meaningless. Her spear gathered dust in a closet- she used to bring it out frequently to keep it cleaned and sharpened, had even ventured out hunting a couple of times, but as the suns passed she recalled too clearly her promises not to hunt alone anymore and that memory led to other memories of other promises, hunts both recent and long, long past, and pain and failure and joy and success and it was all too much. So she set that part of herself aside, trying to hide it in a windowless room to suffocate and die, to grow dull and useless and forgotten.

Zareen had never been one to go quietly into the night, though. And as much as she wanted to, as much as her days blurred together and her nights were spent restlessly staring at the walls- or startling awake screaming and lying trembling and still as she watched the shadows for threats and held tightly to a purple-hearted crystal- there was still something inside her, some unquenchable flicker that wouldn't allow her to end her own misery. Every time she went walking in Shirogane and found herself staring longingly at the sea, imagining the stillness, the silence, the chill and the dark, something spurred her to turn her head and keep walking. Every time she stood in the kitchen, time ticking away without comprehension, eyes fixated on the blade of the knife as she sliced carrots or potatoes, enchanted at the play of light over the metal and the promises of crimson and candy-apple and rubies, something would make her blink and frown and go back to preparing the meal.

She drank too much. She slept too little. She rarely ate.

Some days, she managed more. Some days, she even managed to gather herself and her cubs and go to see her family. Share a meal. Babysit. Be all small talk and smiles and rarely, very rarely, even laughter.

The nightmares were always worst, those nights, and she struggled terribly with guilt when she would feel relieved that she did not hear from anyone for a sun or two. She was not made to play pretend and she did not do it well.

I used to have such big dreams.

She didn't ask about the Pack anymore. When she felt the unmistakable chill of the Void brush against her senses, she did not drop everything to chase it down anymore. When she felt the Sin Eater inside of her stir, she ruthlessly ignored it until it slumbered once again. Small thoughts, those were safe. A small life. A life with walls and fences and overhanging rooftops and polite empty conversations where you ignore the pull of the sun and the moon, the dance of the stars, the rush of the wind, the call of the sea. Where thunder is just thunder and not the lovemaking of the gods. Where there are no great destinies calling your name. Where primal forces do not walk or talk or guide your steps. Where magic is a practicality and not an art and a thrill and a thing of beauty and great skill. Where the brandishing of weapons is frowned upon and martial skill simply isn't necessary.

Where emotions skate across the surface and you never, ever, ever look down.

It's so much more peaceful this way. Is this the way everyone else lives?

When she was told Dunrai was not returning from the Steppes, it had briefly brought it all bubbling back to the surface- grief and loss and loneliness and fear and self-loathing and anger and glorious memories of dancing and singing and stories and hugs and safety and warmth and love. She had wept, the storm fierce but too-quickly pushed down and away- who was she to cry and mourn? What right did she have? Mourning is too big a thing for a small life so she locked it away with all the rest- down in the dark- and did her best to make herself go out to help Ayanga and Tolemy more often with their cubs.

Then Ayanga asked to visit, made a proposal of the occasional family meals and sleep overs, and she had accepted with a confusing mix of reluctance and hope. Small lives had small things like these, didn't they? Women and men in the market who had never stepped foot outside the 8 or 10 blocks of their home spoke of family visiting and sharing a meal, after all. Maybe this would be okay- maybe this would be safe and she wouldn't have to crawl through the bright, keen-edged broken dreams again. So long as she could keep everything on the surface, keep the closets locked and barred, stay behind the walls, keep it all small and simple, then everything would be okay. She was getting so good at it, even his keen eyes wouldn't notice anything amiss. And if he did? Maybe, maybe he would welcome the change- maybe he would think she was just becoming more Doman, more centered, following his lead. Maybe if she was small and quiet and calm and civilized, maybe if she no longer danced through the world chaotic and loud and bright and feral and violent and fierce and loyal and loving and so very, very broken, maybe that was the person she was meant to be. Maybe that was what Tolemy had meant when he told her to find herself, even if what she found wasn't perfect.

Maybe they will understand that it is so much easier this way. As long as I keep my head down, as long as I don't look around, as long as I stay behind the walls and under the roofs and keep my hands to myself and my thoughts to myself and my dreams to myself and my nightmares to myself then everything else will eventually go away. That's how people do this, right? That's how people are. I may not be able to lie like everyone else can, but if I make my truth as small as possible, then I won't have to- I'll be just like everyone else.

((Tagging for mentions: @ala-mhinyan and @talesfromthegameff14 ))

#y'zareen serhan #stories #tw: suicidal thoughts #rp #ffxiv rp #long post #tw: depression #editing attempts were made #they aren't great #but they were made #this took me like 6 weeks to write and i can't look at it anymore

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talesofpanem · 5 years ago

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Fever

Author : @thegirlfromoverthepond

Rating: T

No Trigger warnings

Summary : Did you know we were heading right into a glacial era ? Peeta is about to find out.

Author’s note: My huge thanks to the incredible @xerxia31 for her beta skills. Hope you guys enjoy this little piece ...

“Can you believe we’re heading into a glacial era?”

I turn my head in surprise. Usually, Katniss Everdeen doesn’t talk to anyone, goes in and out of Abernathy’s Development Inc, without acknowledging anyone. Yet, I can’t be mistaken as I am the only one in the elevator with her this morning.

“Are we?” What can I say, I’m just an architect, not a biologist like she is.

“Unless we fuck this up, yes.”

This almost undoes me. Katniss Everdeen saying fuck. My very male mind goes to places it shouldn’t, imagining the curves of her body that are currently hidden by a very white lab coat, imagining her moaning under me, or over me.

I have to take a deep breath. I have no idea where this crush for her comes from. She’s far from being the most attractive woman in the building. Madge Undersee has legs for days, blue eyes that shine like sapphire. Delly Cartwright has curves that are to die for, milky breasts and a very round bottom. Johanna Mason is thin and toned, with a piercing in her belly that shines a little too much.

Katniss is just - I don’t know … You wouldn’t notice her in a crowded room, yet I’ve pretty much always noticed her. Maybe it’s her dark hair that she always braids, or sometimes braids then ties in a bun on her head, or maybe it’s the color of her eyes, a gray I have never seen before.

Doesn’t explain my crush, though. Yet, it’s there.

I sigh.

“You’re Peeta Mellark, right? Rye’s brother?” I close my eyes. Of course, she would only know me by my brother, the Mellark that got everything. Looks, a career as the top wrestler of the country, a qualification for the Olympics, when I am only the little brother who eats too many donuts.

“Yeah, the one and only.” I try to joke it away, as I always do.

“You shouldn’t have let him win in his senior year.”

I’m glad I didn’t grab a Chai Latte at Starbucks this morning, or it would now be all over my shirt right now.

“What? How?” Once again, I am rendered speechless by a mere sentence of hers. I really need to get a grip.

“I saw the final match, you let him take your arm.”

I did. I knew there was a recruiter from Berkeley, that it was my brother’s chance to win his scholarship in his choice university. How the recruiter didn’t notice that I threw the match, I have no idea.

“It was a beginner’s mistake.” I shrug everything off. Why is this elevator taking so long today?

“It was nice of you.”

The ping of the elevator startles me as I try to find a suitable answer for her. A mere “thank you” wouldn’t do, as it would mean I’d admit I let Rye win. It’s a lose-lose situation.

“It’s your floor”, she says as she puts her hand between the doors so they won’t close as I, Peeta Mellark, can’t seem to leave this elevator.

She knows my floor.

“Yup, and I should be going.” I finally remember how to use my legs again.

As I pass in front of her, her perfume hits me right in the feels. I thought she would wear something very feminine, whereas she smells like a forest after the rain. It’s heady, yet light. The kind of perfume you can’t forget.

The elevator pings again as the doors close. She leaves for the upper floors, where I know the labs are.

It takes me the whole day to get over my encounter - only when Thresh suggests we hang out at The Hob like any other Friday do I start thinking of my weekend.

I’m supposed to meet with my family so we can all gush about Rye’s latest accomplishment, or Flax’s awesomeness. I don’t really care, I’ll just take the chance to play with my nephews, something I always look forward to.

I have just ordered my first beer when I see her come in. She never comes to Friday hangouts, even though other people from the labs do usually come.

“Kitty Kat! You’re finally out of your cage, ready to meet us poor people!” I hear Finnick’s voice, as well as the entire rest of the bar, I think. He’s always had a thing for nicknaming everybody.

I can’t help but look at her. She doesn’t answer Finn as she tries to find a place to sit down, until she spots a free chair. She finally catches my eye, and I n swear I see her wink.

The group settles into our usual Friday night routine, except I try not to look at Katniss every five seconds, which takes a lot of my willpower. I mean, it’s not like because she talked to me for three minutes today that she wants something more.

Right? Right.

Music starts to fill the place as a band has taken the small stage over. As I look at the musicians, I understand why Katniss came. Gale Hawthorne is the singer.

Of course she didn’t come for me. She came for Tall, Dark and Broody. Those two were inseparable through grade school, middle school and high school. They even both went to Panem U together.

Although they didn’t attend the same courses, Hawthorne was always driving her. Forth. And back.

It’s not like I noticed.

The Mockingjays (what an awful name for a band) start their gig, featuring covers of rock songs that draw people from their seats, to the small dance floor in front of the makeshift stage, that prompts them to start dancing.

Soon enough, our whole table is jumping up and down to Joan Jett’s I love Rock and Roll.

Our whole table minus me and Katniss.

“Don’t you want to dance?” she asks me as she moves to sit just in front of me.

I shrug the answer away. I’ve never been a good dancer, a torn ACL back in my youth made sure of that.

“Come on, it’ll be fun…” She leans towards me, over the table.

“Don’t you want to go cheer on your boyfriend?” I ask, because no way am I going to make a fool of myself on the dance floor In front of him!

She’s taken aback, her brows furrowed.

“My boyfriend? I don’t have a boyfriend!”

It’s my turn to be surprised.

“Gale isn’t?”

“He’s my cousin!”

“He’s your cousin?”

He’s her cousin! I can’t believe it.

“Well, it’s complicated because he is the son of my uncle’s second wife, but from another man, but still, he’s my cousin.” She explains. “What does that have to do with dancing?”

“I thought he was your boyfriend, that maybe he would be … jealous?”

She starts to laugh. It’s like a cascade of crystal falling into the water, refreshing, pure and true.

“Well, unless you decide to get too close to Madge, you’re safe.”

The music changes to something more bluesy, something I easily recognize. As I watch the bassist, a girl with tattoos and piercings walking closer to the mike, I notice Katniss moving.

She’s standing up now, holding her hand out to me.

“Are you coming?” she asks. All the fibers in my body are pleading me to accept, so I relent.

As we arrive on the makeshift dance floor, she starts moving to the music as the singers begin with the lyrics.

I never imagined how much the lyrics of a song could fit real life.

When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that’s so hard to bear

I watch as Katniss comes closer to me, putting her arms on my shoulder, looking at me fiercely.

Is it me or is it hot in this bar ?

She sways, getting closer to me with each step, until her hips touch mine. I could let go, could step away, but I really don’t want to.

She gives me a fever.

(We do not ride the elevators together again after being caught with my hands under her shirt and hers on my ass. Totally worth it, though.)

#tales of panem #talesofpanem #week 8 #heat #thegirlfromoverthepond #submission

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orionwhispers · 6 years ago

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Dating Alfie Solomons would include... 🐻

(a/n just a lil summin summin until i have time for a full imagine, just how i picture the loml Alf xxx ask is always open. Love u)

- he’s a huge hopeless romantic, big believer in soulmates and love at first sight but was under the impression that cupid would skip over him for everything he’s done.

- but then, in a bustling bar in Camden, your eyes met from across the room - like something in a fairytale.

- (in reality it was a hot and sticky night in a pub filled with dangerous gangsters and dirty money, shattered glasses and drunken women but he’s convinced it was much more beautiful than that)

- his breath got hitched in his throat and he almost choked on his rum and it felt like he had been sucker punched, he knew nothing about you only that he had to have you.

- you were visiting friends in town for a week and had only heard of the ‘wandering jew’ through rumours and whispers, you hadn’t wanted to get involved in any bad business so thought a night on the town with the girls would be perfect - little did you know whose attention you would grab.

- he was internally freaking out which is so rare for him that he thought he might be having a heart attack

- sent you over a drink

- your friends literally went silent when they realised who sent it and you were taken aback that the gorgeous stranger was a feared gangster

- smiled graciously at him and he almost fainted

- then he managed to collect himself and came over to introduce himself

- by the end of the week he had you hook, line and sinker and was already calling you ‘my girl’

- the kind of love that happens so suddenly and hits you like a truck

- like you could be married for 30 years and it would still feel like the honeymoon phase

- he literally praises the ground you walk on

- respects your opinion more than anyone’s

- personal space??? don’t know her.

- big spoon af

- the kind of bear hugs that engulf your whole body

- literally picks you up and spins you around

- hands hands hands

- always touching you

- starts off slow

- fingers grazing yours, then an arm next to you, then an arm wrapped around your shoulder, then he gets bored and puts it on your thigh, then he’s too far gone and pulls you onto his lap

- even in a business meeting

- he dares someone to say something

- i totally see him as the kind of guy who gets your name tatted on his chest over his heart

- also has a ring with your initial engraved on it

- it’s his favourite ring that he never takes off, also its on the perfect position on his fingers so that when he makes a fist, its in the prime place to connect with a face - he thinks of it as his secret little weapon and loves the indent it makes on people.

- he’s secure in your relationship and knows how much you love one another, but if someone looks at you the wrong way or says something even a little but out of line - they’re losing a fucking eye

- this leads to arguments because “Alf! You can’t scalpel anyone who talks to me!”

- he’s stubborn as fuck and lectures you about keeping you safe and the dangers of people around you and yada yada so obviously you take the high road and ignore him

- he hates!! being ignored by you

- tries everything to get you to talk but you stay quiet

- eventually apologies by getting you a puppy

- this leads to another argument about how puppies can’t solve everything

- but eventually you give in because he and your new puppy are so adorable and you can’t stay mad at him even though now you have like 6 dogs

- at work he’s a big scary gangster man but around you he just crumbles

- you literally make him weak at the knees... this man giggles, giggles! around you

- you have him wrapped around your little finger

- he physically cannot say no to you (so people always try to use you to sweeten him up... it works)

- you hate him spending money on you but if you even say you like something in passing or make an offhand comment the next day it’s laid out on your bed for you

- he loves to show you off

- he used to hate fancy events with pompous pricks but now he adores them because he loves that the most gorgeous girl in the world is hanging off his arm

- literally can’t control himself around you and halfway through the party he pulls you into the bathroom to fuck you against the wall

- buys you abundances of dresses and shawls and necklaces and shoes just because he feels like it

- but mainly so you can give him a fashion show and he can take them off

- you are both protective as fuck of each other

- obviously he’s more physically threatening terrifying, like the man is bloody massive so he uses that to his advantage, so that and his job basically means he can make anyone cower in fear with just a look

- has his men watching you 24/7

- when you go out with friends you always spot one of his workers tailing you

- sometimes if you’re out he’ll be hidden in the shadows

- “Alfie! You can’t follow me here!”

- “What? I’m not following you - bloody cheek, I’m just ‘aving a drink, love. Nothing to do with you.”

- “Alf.. this is Susie’s baby shower. They aren’t even serving drinks??”

- he can also be gentle and soft though

- like if he comes home and you’re crying in an armchair... boy... at first he’ll freak and unholster his gun and demand a name and get ready to fuck someones shit up but you calm him down and ask him to stay with you and he’ll turn into soft mode

- pull you onto his lap and stroke your hair and wipe your tears, he’ll listen to you intently and offer advice and make you laugh... then he’ll run you a bath and make a cup of tea and wash your hair

- but when you’re relaxing he’ll slip downstairs and ring Olly and tell him to find information on someone so he can go and ‘have a little chat’

- you get protective when he thinks he’s invincible

- arguing about his recklessness and the people he gets involved with

- one time you yelled at Tommy for being a bad influence

- Alfie died with laughter at seeing you so mad but his heart swelled at how much you cared

- other times its the simpler things

- like when he comes home battered and bruised and covered in blood

- and you’re too exhausted and emotional to even cry, and you know he needs comfort more than you even though he’s to proud to admit it

- so you’ll clean him and bandage him up, disinfect his wounds and stitch him back together again

- you’re the only person he completely calms and relaxes around, and you distract him from the bad thoughts and make him feel something other than the sadness and pain

- Olly has also ran through the streets at midnight multiple times and banged on your door to get you to come to the bakery, Alf’ll be fuming and covered in crimson because he’s been shot or someone fucked him over and the only thing that’ll make him somewhat rational is seeing you

- age!! gap!!

- you’re a lot younger and that fuels most of his protectiveness

- he also knows exactly how to get under your skin and wind you up when he doesn’t want you involved because he thinks it’s too dangerous

- “Sweetie, the adults are talking.”

- literally throwing your shoe at his head

- he secretly loves being older because he has more experience and gets to show you and do things for the first time

- again he’s super secure with your love but that doesn’t mean he isn’t possessive

- will literally mumble ‘mine’ into your hair and skin

- worships your body!! if you ever feel insecure or a little down about how you look he can change that in one second

- wet kisses all over that make you giggle and squirm

- but also can be rough and dominating and dark

- ass or boob man? how about anything he can get his hands on

- literally doesn’t matter - if its attached to you it’s getting kisses

- has a thing for lingerie

- he’s so used to calloused hands and blood and guns that seeing you in pink lace and white ribbons winds him the same as a bullet in his gut

- but his personal favourite is when you wear one of his shirts

- slow and soft in the morning but also bending you over his desk at lunch

- sucking on his thumb when it gets too rough

- actually convinced you might be an angel sometimes he just stares at you because he’s dumfounded that you’re with him

- pet names

- angel, doll, baby girl, little one, kitten

- one time he called you princess in front of Tommy and bitch was shook

- bakes you bread and buys you flowers just because

- domestic af and sleeps in on Sundays and drinks cups of tea from tiny mugs

- this man is brilliant with families and makes your mum love him the first time they meet

- late at night as you trace his tattoos he opens up about the war and tells you stories from his childhood

- teaches you about his religion

- ride or die type of love

- “you’re mine”

- “i’m yours”

- inside jokes and so much gossip like whenever he has a meeting with the Shelby’s he comes home and rants to you about those dumb bitches

- keeps a photo of you in his wallet, “for good luck”

- weekends spent driving down to the coast with the dogs

- a match made in heaven, both constantly wondering how you got so lucky

in conclusion i love (1) man

#alfie solomons imagine #peaky blinders imagine #dating would include #alfie solomons hc #alfie solomons headcanon #peaky blinders drabble #peaky blinders hc #peaky blinders headcanons #Alfie Solomons #writing #headcanon

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cuteteacakes · 5 years ago

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So since there was some interest, here’s the first few pages of Beyond The Fog, my tentative YA novel ;u;

Cornelius Phiackad

In the beginning, the colossal gods looked upon the dark with eyes that glowed the brightest white, brighter than anything imagined. The gods gazed into this nothingness and darkness for eons, never conversing or interacting, each to their own, each their own god. It wasn’t until Euta, the god with the dimmest, yet largest eyes, glowing a pale yellow to the other gods’ white, created Something out of Nothing. Euta made a bowl, a vast bowl with nothing in it, made of the emptiness and dark. The other gods saw this, and added to the bowl their own creations, praising Euta for giving them something to do. The praise made Euta swell, and the god’s eyes grew as well, but never brightened.

Euta created the bowl, and thus the other gods put their own creations to it. Hallor put the earth and stones beneath our feet, the crops which we feast on. Mayrinia poured into the bowl water, rain, and fog. Tontol, in a rush to put the animals on which we feast and claim for companionship, knocked the fog out of Mayrinia’s hands, thus pouring an access of it into the bowl. This accident did not seem to deter the gods, however, and they were satisfied with this creation.

More eons passed, and the land that was created within the bowl stewed and simmered. The gods agreed it was missing something crucial, so they created the Elves. Euta, Hallor, Mayrinia, and Tontol created the Sky Elves, our race. We were created from their eyes, blessed with the light from which the gods see, and thus it glows from our skin, our hair, our own eyes. Sky Elves, since they resembled the gods the most, were bestowed the gifts of the land: the animals, the shelter, the food, and riches.

There was another race of Elves created that day, but it was not by the gods. The darkness itself, which we call Thayiis, created a race known as the Tree Elves. Stocky, shorter, less graceful and far less beautiful than the Sky Elves, they were put into the great bowl by accident.

(“Accident? If these gods are all-powerful, why would they be put in at all? And why would they want to put them here if they’re ‘less beautiful,’ which, in my opinion, is only relevant to the observer.”)

(“Quiet, or you’ll get us thrown out again.”)

As I was saying, the Tree Elves were a mistake by Thayiis. While the Sky Elves were blessed with fair skin, the Tree Elves were given blemishes and spots, skin with the color of tree bark, hair that feels like hay to the touch, and tails that are like reeds.

(“That’s only because they’re not given anything to bathe with. I’m sure if they had a proper bath- give me one Tree Elf and I’ll make them beautiful! You’ll see!”)

(“Don’t make me stuff your cravat into your mouth. I said quiet!”)

And since Tree Elves were deemed unworthy— (“‘Unworthy,’ my right foot! The only reason they’re unworthy is because we don’t give them a chance to—mmf-!”) Because Tree Elves were deemed unworthy, they were given the leftovers, the things the beautiful Sky Elves did not need or were finished using. The Tree Elves, although given less, were grateful to be given anything at all, and thus were placated. Sky Elves and Tree Elves now live in this great bowl of earth, water, animals, and fog, and we all work together towards the common goal of peace and happiness.

“You may raise your heads, and may the gods’ eyes shine upon you tonight.”

The High Priest raised his arms in farewell, and the congregation stood and filed out of the temple. I made it a point to leave as soon as I could, not able to stand one more word of nonsense out of that old fool’s mouth. The taste of satin cloth still coated my tongue, even after I had fixed my cravat as best I could.

My walking companion Benjamin caught up to me, huffing in the cold and damp air. He wore the same finery the rest of us Sky Elves did, but had a patch marking him the Honorary Accountant and Keeper of the Townspeoples’ Riches. The stack of gold bars on the patch stood out against his otherwise dull coat. Although we have never considered each other a friend, he took it upon himself to escort me wherever I went. “That’s the last time I take you to the Endday Temple while you still have your voice. We could’ve been thrown out, you know!”

“You mean I could have been thrown out. Good riddance, I say. That Creation Myth makes no sense whatsoever. Just listening to him, I could feel my blood boil. Every time I hear it, it becomes more absurd. I think he added that part about Tree Elves being mistakes just to upset me—” My throat tightened and I began to cough. Benjamin patted my back and pulled out a vial of the medication I was given for such an attack. I hate the taste. I don’t think it does me much good either.

“You’re getting yourself worked into a tizzy, Cornelius. Take this before you faint, please.” His face was concerned, but I could see the annoyance in his light grey eyes. He only tolerated me. I knew I bothered him just as much as the rest with my thoughts on Tree Elves.

He nudged the vial closer, and just to appease him I took it and downed the rancid concoction. It made me gag, but as promised, my chest stopped constricting and I could breathe again. The smell of the medicine and the city condensed in the fog filled my nostrils. It wasn’t the most pleasant of scents, but a familiar one.

“Have you ever wondered,” I asked Benjamin, picking up to my walking speed after my attack. “If there’s something more than just this?” I gestured to the cobblestone streets, the candle lit street lamps barely making a difference in the fog that eternally hung all around us, the Sky Elves deliberately making a wide arch around Tree Elves that sat in the street, covered in rags and begging for food.

“If you’re asking if I believe in your father’s journals, no. I’m certain if we climbed out of this valley, even if it doesn’t drop into the emptiness where the gods reside, there would be nothing more. Probably just dirt.” Benjamin sniffed and excreted a glob of mucus from his nose to the side of the street. “Why? What would you think was out there? These creatures described in the journals? Your father went mad near the end, remember. I believe he was never all the way there to begin with.”

“He didn’t die of madness, Benjamin, he died of pneumonia,” I snapped. “And you’re the same age as I am. If I couldn’t remember much of him, neither could you, so kindly stop calling him mad when you didn’t even know—” I felt my chest constrict again and began to cough. Benjamin patted my back, apologizing for bringing up sour memories and the fact that he only had the one vial of medicine on him. I waved him away and tried to concentrate on relaxing my throat and chest.

As I was trying desperately to still my lungs and calm my breath, a commotion started just out of sight. The fog was thick, so all I could make out were silhouettes having an altercation. Benjamin seemed to notice too.

#i think because im not 'bound and determined to publish' this one im having fun??#like this one if i do want it published i think ill go the self publish route?#whereas with my middlegrade novel the starkid i want to try and go the traditional publishing route #long post #hhhhhhh this is very very rough

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Jack in Wonderland - Part 9 of Still going strong!

((Yay! Another part! I’m pretty sure I haven’t mentioned this yet, but I do have a friend (not on Tumblr) with whom I do show the parts to before I post it. Well, I showed this part to her and her feedback has been great so far. So shoutout to her even tho she isn��t on this website! I just wanted to mention this because I got the right kind of feedback I was looking for from here.

Anywho! Enough with my rambles. Hope you all enjoy!))

“I noticed you dropped this and….well, I wanted to make sure you got it back.”

Words had an incredible effect. It was so strange that after hearing a certain string of words together, you could believe something for so long. And that you could be surprised when someone says something that suddenly contradicts what you’ve been led to believe.

“I wanted to make sure you got it back.”

Jackson had been pacing ever since he had gotten back to the castle, pondering that one sentence the whole trip back. It was a genuine feeling. That man only wanted to help, and Jackson could certainly understand that in his words.

Truth was, he wasn’t exactly sure how he should’ve felt.

The King of Red Hearts wasn’t exactly the nicest and Bing was...well, extremely distant to put it bluntly. The people in the kingdom didn’t even talk much, instead going about their business as if in a daze. Sure there was the Mad Trickster, but Jackson always got the impression he never liked him much. So you could only imagine how it felt to suddenly have some complete stranger be so kind after nearly everyone he knew was rather cold.

“White Rabbit.” Jackson nearly jumped a few feet into the air, spinning around to see a guard behind him.

“G-Golly, you scared me for a s-second there, lad!” Jackson sighed, making a quick recovery. “E...Er….did you n-need something?”

“His majesty has requested your presence. He wants you in the throne and to be prepared to write down a message.” The guard said flatly. “And he wants you there in….about 15 minutes time.” It was times like this Jackson really wished the Mad Trickster didn’t destroy his watch.

“Of course, I’ll be down there post-haste!” He replied, trying his hardest at a chipper smile. The guard merely nodded and walked away, leaving the messenger alone once again. He took a quick minute to compose himself, before he began rushing off towards the throne room (of course, after briefly considering whether or not if it would be faster to transform into a rabbit first).

Everything would be fine, he told himself, it was just a message, how bad could it possibly even be?

“Send a m̨e̕s̡s̶a͝gé to to ̧a̸ll ̛of th̕e ͡kingdom̴. Every village and every ho͘m̸e̵.”

“Y-Yes. O-Of course sire.”

“Tell them th̸at a c͜r̵i̡m̵͝įǹ̵͡a͢ļ has been caught. And his e͞x͢e͢͠c̨͝ut̨̕i̛o͘n will be in few̢ ͞hour̶s͏ in͏ t̕he̸ capital’s main square.”

“‘execution…..main square….’....u-understood, sire. D-Do you want me to m-mention the criminal b-by name or by c-crime?”

“Hm̸m...go with bo̢t͏h̵.”

“O-Of course. Er….w-what is the criminal’s name and crime?”

“You’ll know hi̴m ẁe̶l̸l͢ ͏en͝o҉ug͘h. Put the name down as J̡͜a͜c̢͜k͞ and his crime as--”

“J-Jumping Jehoshaphat! I-Is he the same Jack from before?”

“W̢͢͞͝H̴́O̡̨͜ ́͜D̢A̸̛͏̕R̕ĘD̷͟͡ ̷̢̀͞͠G̀҉̀͟I͠҉V̷́͜͠E͘̕͟͟͢ ̸̶͞Y͏̵O̴U҉͏̸̧҉ ̷̵̧P̴͞͞Ę͏̶͜͞R͏̡M҉͟I͟͟͜S̵̛̕͢S̸̢̀͟͞Į̶̢̨͟Ǫ͏Ņ̵҉͟ ̧̛͢͡T̴̡͡͏͞O͡͠ ̛͘͝I̛͘҉̕͜N̨̛͟͢T͝͠҉́Ę̵̕͏̶Ŕ̢͝U̴̢͘P̷̢͜T̶̸͏ ҉̵̨́́M͏̴̛̀E̴͡͠?̨́͡!̶̵͟͞” Jackson yelped, nearly dropping his notepad as the King slammed his hands on his throne and stood. Everyone in the kingdom knew that angering Anti usually meant a death sentence, most often on the spot beheadment.

“T-Terribly sorry--I-I didn’t mean to I just--T-The name sounded so familiar and--I never meant to, I swear, your Highness!” Jackson stuttered, just a hair away from dropping onto his knees and begging for mercy. Anti merely looked down upon him, almost savoring his absolute terror before he sat back down.

“Tch. I’ll allow you to l͝i͟v̶̷͢e͝ ͘f̵͢o͘r̴ ̴́ǹ͞o̷w. You’re my fastest p̨͝up̶͡p͢͟e̶t̡͟͝ á̛͡n̶ỳ̨w҉͡a̷y̸͢s̸͡, ҉s͟o ͢ìt͝͡'̴̢̧d̵ be a shame if you….” He grinned, trailing off although Jackson very much understood the implications behind it. “But to answer your ŕ͢͜u̢͘͝d̷e̛̛͡ ̨q͜u̕ęs̶t҉҉i̴̶o̡̢n̨. Yes. It is the same J͜a̵͏̢c̛͘k I had you lure here. Excellent observation. Í ̴͟s̡̢̀u҉p̵͠po͢se ̸̧y͡o͝͡u̵ ̨͘͞a͞r͞e͠n't̨̕ ̵à͞ ̵w̷̨͜or͠t̕͢h͟͡l͟e̕s͟ś ͞҉me̸͏ş̷s̨͝e̵̡̛n͟͞g͘͞e̢̢͢r̨ ͞af̸͘t͏̧e̕r͢҉ ̧̡al̛ļ̶́.”

“Er….thank you, sire….” Jackson said, rubbing the back of his head. “B-But….if I may ask….w-why is he being executed? E-Especially after all that effort of bringing him here?”

“I don’t c̀͏a̢̡r͏e̸̛ if he’s alive or d̀҉̀e͞a̛ḑ̨ at this rate. A̴̡͞ p͜҉u҉̀p̧͞p̨͜è̕t̴͡ c̴ļ͟o͘͟s͡e͜ ̶̢̡t̴̛ơ͠҉ that prick king would’ve been ņ͡i̸̢ç̴e͝, but my plan can still w̢҉o̷͏ŕ̛ḱ ̛i̡f̶́́ ̵̵h͘͝é͜'̵̀s̢ ́͜͝ḑ͏e̵͝ad͜.” Anti said, rather casually as well. He even began toying with the strange hand of cards he always seemed to have, running a finger along the top of each of them. “W͜h̨et̴͢he̡͘͟r̵̡ ͢o̵̵͜r̛ ͏͠n̸o̢t͏͏̵ ҉͟h̸́͠ę'̧̛s̵̨͟ ͏̢d́̕͞ę͝a̧͝d,̨̕ ҉͘I҉̡ s̷t͏̧í͜l̴̢l͏ ͝w̵̴iǹ̡.̀͘ Doesn’t matter t̵̀o̴͡ m̧͞e ̢̨͘a̵̢t̨͏ ͜͝a̡͡l͏͜l.”

“I…..see…” Was all Jackson had to say in response. There was quite a bit if silence between them, before Anti gave a huff, glaring up at his messenger.

“Well? I̛͢ ́̀g̶͞͞a҉͟ve͜͡ y҉o͏u̴ t͏̸͢h͠͏e͞ ͘͏d͢a͟m̨̕m͏̡ ̧m͘e͠s̢̀s̴̷a̕͟g̀͢e̢͠,̷̴ ͜w͟h̶͢y haven’t you left yet?!” He growled, nearly making Jackson drop his notepad. “G͘̕e̵̡͜͠͏t̴ ̵̨͝͠͡o̵̢ừ̸҉t̢̕҉ ̷̡́͢o̷̧͝͡͏f̧̛̀͢͏ ̶̢̀͟m͝ý҉̶̛͝ ̷̕s̵̕͏i̢͟͞ģ̷h̢̡͡͠t̴͝!̷” In a small, sudden puff of smoke, the messenger transformed himself into a rabbit and, after catching his notepad in his mouth, quickly raced out the doors.

Once he was absolutely sure he was out of sight, however, he ducked behind one of the castle’s corners and transformed back into a human. Whilst hidden, he took just a few moments to lean against the wall and think. Think about everything he had just been told.

An execution today. That wasn’t unusual for Anti, but he never made a big show out of it ever. Normally, he even executed people on the spot. Then what made this one so special? Was it the fact that he would be executing Jack? That again made him wonder why bother sending Jackson out to lure Jack to the castle if all that was going to happen was Anti was simply going to kill him.

“I wanted to make sure you got this back.”

Jackson felt his hands curl up into fists. Despite the fact that since the very beginning, Jackson had been working to lead Jack straight to his doom, especially when (or at least, Jackson thought) it seemed obvious that he was just leading him off of the path. Despite all of that, Jack had never once given up on that one quest to give back the pin. It felt like it had been the first in a very long time that someone had been that genuinely kind to him (he very much knew there had been other times, but the memory of it had long since vanished). And now, he could very well just blame himself for what had happened. Because of him, Jack could very well lose his life in a few hours.

Jackson took a deep breath, before he checked the area around him. He couldn’t believe he was actually about to even consider this, let alone even try it. But at this rate, Jackson seriously doubted he’d be able to live with himself.

“Gee….I am so going to regret this later on, aren’t I?” He muttered, before transforming into a rabbit once more. He only had a few hours before the execution. If he played every single one of his cards right, he might just be able to pull this crazy thing off. Of course, given he didn’t get caught during it.

He absolutely had to repay the favor, no matter the cost

Jack felt like punching the wall. He’d been angrily pacing ever since the guards threw him in the cell and his back finally stopped aching. He was mostly angry with himself, given the fact that it had taken him far too long to realize it was the glitchy demon himself. How on earth could he have not remembered Anti? Given what role Anti had played in his own life so far (which was all Jack could remember at the current moment), it should’ve been downright impossible.

And then there was just the current situation he found himself in as well. Awaiting his own death in a dark, wet dungeon. How the hell was he even supposed to get home now? Was he just supposed to die now?

“God, how and why did I somehow get into this situation?” He asked himself, stopping in front of one of the walls and somehow resisting the urge to slam his forehead on it. “Maybe if I just bash my head against this wall for long enough, this whole damn thing will just turn out to be a dream and I’ll be able to escape from this hellhole….”

“Jeepers, doesn’t sound like the best way out of here that I’ve heard.” A voice, coming from the other side of the room, suddenly said, nearly scaring Jack out of his skin. There was a tiny, 3 or 4 inch high window at the top of the wall, near the ceiling. There were bars covering it, but they weren’t exactly too far apart. The best part as well was that it led directly outside, somewhere near a huge part of the rose gardens.

And Jackson was peering right through the bars, head tilted ever so slightly.

“L-Listen! Before you go saying anything or asking any kind of questions, just be quiet for a few moments!” He quickly said, as Jack opened his mouth as if to say something. “I know that I….I technically brought you here. I didn’t ask you to follow me or nothing, after all. B-But! I want to make things right again! So….I’m...I’m breaking you out!”

“You’re….breaking me out?” Jack asked, rather confused. “Hang on, you said you were some kind of royal messenger back at the gate, right? Why on earth would you even think about helping me out of here?”

“Because….Golly, I really should’ve known better.” Jackson said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I was truly just following orders, honest. Only just now got the news that his highness threw you into prison and I felt even worse about this whole deal. So, I decided I should try and help! I wanna repay the kind act you did for me, I suppose!” The White Rabbit suddenly glanced around him, as if he had heard something. “A-Alright….here’s what I’m gonna do. I’ll transform into a rabbit and climb into your cell. Then I’ll wiggle my way through those bars there and find the keys. I unlock the door, we get out of the castle, and preferably both our stories end on a jolly note!”

“Since it’s either this or certain death, I’ll gladly take this.” Jack huffed, before nodding and giving what he hoped was an encouraging grin. “Alright, guess I’m trusting you with this, Jackson. Good luck and try not to get hurt out there, okay?” Jackson’s whole face immediately lit up as he disappeared in a puff of smoke, replaced by the same snow-white rabbit Jack had seen earlier.

It was relatively easy for Jackson to slip right through the window’s bars, although it did take a few moments for him to wiggle through the cell’s bars. However, as soon as he made it through, he hopped off as quickly as he could, turning a nearby corner and disappearing from view. Another few minutes passed by, where Jack even stood at the bars peering out just to see if he could get a glimpse of the rabbit. There was a very faint clatter and poof sort of sound before Jackson ran around the corner once more, in his human form this time.

From there it was as simple as Jackson unlocking the door and the two quietly running to the exit to the dungeons. Jackson instantly took the lead from there, using his own memory of the castle to figure out where exactly they needed to go. His enhanced hearing (which was almost definitely thanks to his rabbit ears) also helped out a lot as well, giving them ample time to duck into some hiding spot before a guard rounded the corner.

“Er….Jackson? Would ya mind me asking something?” Jack eventually asked as a guard finally left, leaving the two to slowly emerge out from behind a suit of armor.

“Go ahead lad!” The messenger said. “And just call me Jameson, no need to be formal!”

“Right….right….” Jack said as they began moving out once more. “Er…..Would you know what exactly Anti wants with me? And, other than killing someone, why he basically turned me into a criminal?” Jameson was quiet for a few minutes, as if he was pondering the question. It was only after another close call with a guard did he finally answer.

“Well, he’s after power truly.” He replied. “He wants to bring the Red Hearts and White Hearts together, and I suppose the only way he could do that would be to kill King Schneeplestein. Not too sure where you would fit into this, but I do remember him getting in a pickle due to you being found by Schneeplestein. Saying something about how he dragged you here all for nothing.” Part of Jack shouldn’t have been surprised, it truly was Anti they were dealing with here. What he couldn't wrap his head around was why him specifically? Why couldn’t Anti simply send someone like Jameson out to do it, given that Jameson would’ve done it out of loyalty. It didn’t exactly make sense to choose Jack of all people.

“Look alive, son! We’re nearly there!” Jameson suddenly said, even giving Jack a small nudge to stir him out of thought. “We’ve just got the throne left. Then it’s just a hop, skip, and a jump through the gardens! We’ll be out of here in no time at this rate!”

“Shouldn’t we be at least careful? There should be tons of guards swarming around the throne room, right?” Jack asked, only to no avail as Jameson ran ahead and peered around a corner. As soon as Jack even caught up, he had already given the go ahead signal and raced off. Jack eventually found him right by a giant red door, his ears twitched and he was even bouncing rather nervously from one foot to the other.

Once Jameson finally gave him to go ahead yet again, he pushed the huge door open as quietly as he could.

Thankfully, there was no one in the giant hall, much to their own relief. However, the observation made Jack feel just a bit uneasy. Shouldn’t Anti have been in the room? There really shouldn’t be anywhere else for him to go.

Jameson, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice. He instead grabbed Jack’s arm and began rushing towards the exit, nearly dragging Jack off his feet (which would’ve made his grand total to two times in one day, a new personal record if it had happened). However, halfway down, Jack wrenched his arm free and stopped dead, glancing behind them.

“Lad? Something wrong?” Jameson asked, skidding to a halt as well and looking back to him with a rather confused expression. “C’mon, we’re not far, can’t dawdle too long either or we’ll get caught. Time is very, very precious right now.”

“I know. I know. It’s just….” Jack said, eyes scanning every single part of the room. “I seriously can’t be the only one who feels like something around here seems really….off, right?” Jameson raised an eyebrow, before he too took a glance around. Almost instantly, he seemed to freeze up in what could loosely be described as pure and utter terror.

“J-J-J-Jack….w-w-we need t-to run….” He stammered, slowly backing away. Jack turned to ask what was wrong, when he felt it as well. A cold, creeping feeling of horror crawling up the back of his neck, which quickly spread all throughout his body.

“Very much agreed, let’s go now!” Jack nodded, backing away before he broke into a sprint. Jameson did the same, reaching the door far faster than Jack. However, when he pulled on the handle, it wouldn’t budge an inch. They were completely locked in.

“Ţ̸̨h͘o҉u̸͜͝g̵̨͟h̷t̷́ ̀͡yo͡u͢͜ ͢c̛͢ǫ́͜u̕l̶҉́d̵͢ ͝g̷̀et͠ ̕҉́a̧̛wą̵͝y ̶n̷͡ò͘ẁ̷, ͏͞d͡i͟ḑ̷ yǫ͞u̶͘?͏̢̡” A cold voice said behind them. Anti stood where Jack was not too long ago, arms crossed with the silver blade of what looked like a dagger or a knife clutched in one hand. And he looked far from pleased. “Y̵o҉u̷͜ ͜a͢l̸wa͘y̷͡ş ͡wé̀͝r̡͏e̵͟ ̨̧̕s̸u̡͞ch̨ a͢ǹ̡͡ ̛éa̛s̢͠͡y̸ ơn̸͝͠e̶͢ ̧to͘͘͢ ͞͝r̷̢ȩ҉͏a̵͞d̢҉,̀ r͏ąb͢b̢͏̧i͜͢t̵. ̕͟͢Aǹd ͞yò̡u̢͡͞'̸͏v̵e p̷ŗ͠o̕̕v́͟e͞n̨͡ ҉͜f̴͡͞ar̶͡ ̵̴͝m̕ơ͡r͏͘é̵ ̛͡u҉̨͝se̡f͘u͏͢l͠͞͞ ̵̢t̢͜han̢ ҉̶I ̧͡ẁou̕l̨̛͝d̴'̷̛͢v͜e̶̸ ͟͡͡e̡͝x̸͡p̴̵͡e̛͠c̵̴͝ţ̸e̢͟d.͢”

“B-But how?! I-I-I made sure nobody was--A-And I j-just--” Jameson was very clearly panicking, his back pressed so far up against the door it was incredible he didn’t just press himself flat. “S-Sire I-I was--I-I swear I wasn’t--!”

“S͡҉h̸̡͜͠͞ư͠͠t̀͏̛́͏ ̵͞͠͞i̡͝͞t̕҉͟͜.” Jameson gave a final squeak before falling completely silent, eyes as wide as a deer in headlights. “A͡͏̵ ̨͝p͠úp͞pet͞ ̷̢͠n͏͏è͟ę͘͢d̷͟s҉҉͢ ͘͡t͏o͟͏ ́͠͠l͝͏̷ȩà͡r̵͟n͜ ̛͡wh̕͠e̷n̸̛ t́̕ǫ̛ ̵̸b̷̷́e҉ ̢q҉͜u͡i̢̨e͜t̶. ̷̨̛A͟n̡ḑ̧ ̶̢͜ǫ̷͟b̨͠ey̶̡ ҉̸̸o̶̢͡r҉́d̸̕e͘r̵̀s̵.̢͡ ͢B͠͞u͢t̢͟͟ ̀Í͡ ̡͟c͞͡a͟͠n͏͜ ̶́d͠ea̧̛͠l͘ ̷̕w͢ìt̨̡h͟ ̢̀͘t҉͘h͟a̵t̨͏͢ só̷o҉̡͝ǹ̛͜ ̢͞e͘͞n͞o҉u̶͟ǵ͞h̶͠.̡̡͜ ̶O͝n͘͘t́o̸̢ ̢̀͟t̵h͘͏e̢͟ ͏̵c͘uŕ͞r̀e̴̷̕ń̴t́͢͞ m̧àtte͘r̡͟ a͜t ̵ḩ̵̕à͠n̢d̴͘.̸͢͟” The glitch’s gaze turned to Jack, with a rather sickening grin. “I̴͞ w҉̶a̷̧͘s̢ ̸̡r̷̵̀ę͘a̵͞l̵̀l̵҉ý ̢̛h̢̀͜óp̨͠i̷n̶̛͟g͞ ̧͟wé̛͝ ͟͡͝w̷ơ̷u̧̕͜l̷d̕ ̧͜m̨a͟k͡e͏̸ à͟͠ ҉l̴̨įt̕͘t͠l͢͡e sho̢̡w̴͜ ou͜҉͢t of̢ ̷̡͟th̛̛į̸̷ś͞.͟ ̷̛A͢ ̶͠͞c̷e͏ļ̶҉è̵b̵̸r̸ą͞t͢͝҉i̷o̷̢͢n͘͟ ̴͜o͏̧̛f̢͘ ̶͡m̢͝y̢̛ ùp͞ć́o̷͞m̷͜͟ing̷̛͜ ͟͞v̷ic͞t͜҉o͞r̴y͏̡.̢҉̸ Y̶͘ou̕r̶̨ ҉d̡͞͡ea̴͞t͏҉h͟͟ w҉oul̷̛d̡'̡v̀e͟͜ ͜͡͠hel̶p̨͟e͢d͠ ͞ţ̨he ͘͢k͘͜i͠ņ̵̕g̸̢͞d͘o͡҉̡ḿ͜, ̨y͏o҉̶͞u k̨͏̵n͘͜ow̨.͝͡ ̛W͟h̛̀i͢l̛͘ȩ̸ ̢Hȩńri̛k ̸̀a̸͘͡ńd̢͢͞ ͘͜͡t̡͘͏h̴̢̧e̷̡͞ ̨҉̛rę̸́ş͜t̷͟͝ ̷̴̴ó͟͝f̢́͡ ̧̨W͠h͏it̕e̢҉ ҉H̡ę͘a̧rts̶ ͘d̶ev͢a͟śa͏̢t̴èḑ ͜and̶ ͞i̸̧n͠ ̸͏mou̧r̸̶n̸͟in͜g̶̷,͞ ̕͡I̢͘'̶d ́͠b̷͢͞ę̵̷ ͟͝a͝bl͏è̵̡ ͢҉t̨o҉ ̛ta̕͢͡k̶҉̡e͢͠ ͢c̡͏o͝n̕͝t̷ró̶͟l̕!͝ F͝͠in̕͞a̢ĺ͜͡ly!͢”

“I don’t exactly think things would improve much for anyone if you took control.” Jack nearly spat back. “If me dying means that you just get more power and more chances to hurt even more people, then I absolutely refuse to die!” Anti only grinned wider, lower his arms and revealing that he was indeed holding onto a silver kitchen knife.

“Thà̕͠t'͠s҉̛ ̕a̵̢͝d̸̛o͘͢͞rá̧͢b̶̀l̷e̵̴! ̴͡Ỳ̛ou a̛͟͠c̴̕t̸̸͡u͏͘a͢l̡l̕y̡ ͘͜t̴h͢i̢͟n̵̢͘k̀ ͜͜͞y͢ou̡͘̕ ̴͘h̨͝͡a͟v̸̧e҉̶ ̵̕a ͠͝c̷͠hoi̶c̕͜e ̵̵he͠r̷̶̢e̷͡͏?͝” He laughed, taking a single step back. “T̡͢҉̢h́͜i͏̨͝s̵̕ ̶̛i̢͘͢͡͏ş̨ ̢̧̛̀̀Ḿ̴̴͢Ý̕͟͟ ̕͝w͘͝͠o̴͜͡r̛҉͠l̵̢͢͡d̀͘͏͠!̷̡͢͜ ͢҉̷A̸͞͏̀l͟͝͞͞l͝͠ ̧t̢̕ḩ̛͝e̡̛̛s͘͝͞è̵͟͠ ̡̨̀҉̶p̧͘é̡̢͟o̶̢p̶̸̴̛͠l͜͟e̸̛͟.̶.́.̀͜҉.̨͏t͜h̶̢͝e̵̴͝s̸̢͜͝é͏ ̶̴͟͢c̴̨̢̛̀r̵͜ę̴̵̀͘ą̛͝͠ţ͢͜͡u̷̡̢͟r͏̸̷̵e͢s̴.͟͜҉͏̷.̶̛̀͝.̨͞.̵̴̧̀͟á̵͜͞r̴̛e̷͞ ̡͟͡M̧͡Í͜͜N̡E͘͢͠҉!͟҉͡ ̶̕ĄN̡̛̛D҉̀ ̵̨Y̷̧͢͜҉Ơ̴̢U̷̕͝͝҉ ̕͠͝͏C̵͏̛À͜N̶͜'̸̧҉T͏̛͝͡ ҉̡̀͜C̕͜͝͞͝Ḩ̶͠Ą̴͝N̶̕G̵̢͢͜È̡͟ ́͢T̡̨H̕͝ĄT̶̡͜͠!̢͜”

Without warning, Anti lunged forwards at an inhuman speed, just barely giving Jack enough time to duck in order to avoid his slash. Moving as quickly as he possibly could, he darted behind one of the pillars as Anti swung again, hitting the pillar with an almighty thwack. For a few moments, Jack simply ran from pillar to pillar, just barely avoiding Anti’s lightning fast slashes. It didn’t help that he knew this tactic wouldn’t last forever, or that it really shouldn’t have kept him safe for this long. Either Anti really was falling for it, which was highly unlikely.

Or Anti was really just toying with him, gaining amusement from his fear.

That possibility quickly became reality once Anti suddenly blocked his way as Jack tried to duck behind the next pillar, slashing out and catching Jack right across the cheek. Before Jack could even try anything else, Anti slashed out again, cutting cleanly through his jacket and even grazing his shoulder, not exactly cutting too deep.

“As͢ ̸̛fúǹ̵ ̡́͠as ͏t̀hat͢͠ ̵͢w̧͡͡a̷̷̷s̷͞, ̛͡y̶͞o͘͜u̴͜ ̸̀d̢̛o͢͟͡ ̛h̶͟áv̴é ̴ţo̶͜͟ ͢͠u̶͜͜ņ̵̛d͞e͜͝r͢s̷̡͏t̸̕an̵͏d̷̷͢ ̴̛I'̷͠m̸ ̨͠r̷͟͟at̶͟her̵ ̧b̢u̡s̕͝͞y͜͠,͞͝ ̴̷͜J̀a̧c͢k̴̕.̕͞ ̴͠” Anti sneered, even shoving Jack back a few seconds after his second attack. “S̷o̧ ͏I̡͞'̷͜m̡̕͟ ̸afr̶a̸̶̡i̷͟͠d̶̵͢ I̸̕'͜ļ̷́l ͘h͝҉a͜v̨̀e ̀́t͡o̵̢̕ ̸̸͠é̶̢n̛d̕ ̸͘͞t͏͘hìs̛͝ ̴̨͟e̡͞n͜͠t҉͠i҉ŗe̷̡͞ t͡h̀i̢n̕g͝ ͏̛r҉i̧͡g̶h̵͠t͏̸̵ ́͢͡h͘e̵̡ŕ͠ȩ̧̀.̛́ ̵͢͝B͢u̷̵͢t̶̀̕,̢͡͝ ̷d͏̨͢ut͡y̸̧͡ c͠a̛͞l͟l̢͟s̡ ͢á͞f͞t͢é͡͠r̷̛͘ ̵͢a̵ll͡͡!” He rose the knife, so it would be exactly at neck height. A slit throat, his speciality after all. Jack tried for a minute to think of some way out of it. Some means of escape, before he quickly realized Anti would simply follow him wherever with that inhuman speed of his.

Which meant there was absolutely no other way out of this. This was the end.

“S̷͘͢͝͡A͏̢̛͏̸Y̶͘ ̛͡Ģ̸O̢͡͡Ó̕D̛̕͟͟͢B̸̢̀͟͡Y̸̡͟͞É͡!͡͞͝҉”

Jack tried to shield himself, putting his arms up as if to block the knife in a futile last ditch effort. And he waited. Waited for the knife to finally make contact. Whether it be a searing pain in his arms or the suddenness of a slit throat. But after a few minutes, there was absolutely nothing. No slash, no pain, nothing.

Jack lowered his arms slowly, almost afraid of what he would actually see. Someone was standing right in between both him and Anti, arms outstretched and completely rigid. He couldn’t tell who it was from behind, or even at first glance.

“T̸̢͝͝c͡͡h̸́͘͞.̷̨͟ ͢S̡͢͢͝͠h̶̵̢͜ǫ͡͞u̢͡l̷̢͠͡͏d̡͠'̧͡͝v̸̴̧̢͝é̵ ̵̛͠g̢̨͞͝u̢ę̸̨͞s͏̸҉̸̢śe̶̴d̴̨͜͜͞ ̷̶̢͞y̨͢͠o̷̷̡͘͘ú̴̧̕͟'͢͟d̢̨҉́͝ ̶͘͜d̵̡o̢͠ ́͜͠s̷̀͟͜͝ǫ̴̕m̵̶̸̢͝e̷̸͢͝t̛͢͝h̢̛i̕n̡̛̕g̀͘͏ ̧́t́͘͜h̨̢́̕ą͜͢͡t̶̷̴̢̧ ͢s̴͠t̶̨u͜͟͞p̷̡͢͜҉i̶̴͘̕͡d͞.̢͘͝ ̷̢̨̛͟S̡͞ȩ͡ȩ͟͡m҉̶͟͡s͘͏͜͞ ̡̨y̨ò̶͡ú̕҉ ̧̛҉w͟e̷͏r̀̕e͘̕͠ņ̀͠'́͞͏͢t̷̛ ͞͏͟҉a̸̷̵̡͢s̵̀ ̵̢͞ù͢͝s̛͟͢e̴͡f͡u̸̷͠͝͞ļ̸̕͢҉ ̡̕͟á͟͢s̸͘ ͞҉I̕͢͡͞ ̸̵̡͝t̵h̴̡́͏̡o̷̸̴͘͟ù̡̕̕ǵ͘͜͏҉h̕t̷̶̴̨ ͏͏͘̕͘ỳ̴̵͘͝ǫ̧͘ù̕ ̷w̢̕e҉̶̀̕r͞͏e͢҉͢,̢͢͝ ̷̴̶w̧͏̵̨ơ̡͘͞r͏̢̛́̕t̶͞h͜͞l̵҉ȩ̸́s͏̸s͞ ̵̶̀͘p̀͟͝͞u̶̴̡͞ṕ̨͟p̴͝e͢t̴̨͢͞͠.̸͜” Anti hissed, bringing his knife, which was now stained a bright red, back to his body. With no pity or mercy at all, he gave the person a shove, which made Jack jump back a few feet. The person landed on their back, giving Jack a chance to recognize them.

With a huge jolt of horror, he realized the person was Jameson, blood now pooling out from a brand new cut in his throat.

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@watermelonsinmyattic @ekhoecho

And kudos to @alexisdevil for creating this AU))

#jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #jameson jackson #jack in wonderland #alice in wonderland au #fanfiction

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