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dellalalakang · 1 year ago

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triple n: RIP kang della

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— lhs, pjs, sjy, psh —

well.......

contains: fivesome. really rough (choking, slapping, etc.), DELLA HAS AN IUD!!, della getting absolutely manhandled, her hands gets restrained for a bit, BUT THEN THERE IS A BIT OF DOM!DELLA ACTION, double penetration (as in anal), tiiiiiny bit of breeding kink, kitten as a nickname kink, daddy kink (sorry guys lol ik i said i wouldn't but i can't help it), i also said that they're never goofy during sex but we have the 02z in one session y'all— it's bound to get a little silly, LONGEST FIC I'VE WRITTEN (7.3k WORDS), longest + most detailed + most insane smut i've ever written omg i dont think i will EVER top this

happy belated anniversary my darlings 🤍 happy two years to della and her men (and alice) ✨

AND HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO ENHA'S (5/8) LOSS IN NNN! this chapter takes place on midnight 2022/11/11 (so i kinda thought that was today bcs dumbo self messed up the dates so i'm one day late but it's all good)

hi guys! i missed you! i will try to reply to asks soon! i'm so sorry for disappearing again, life has been rough and moving too fast 😭 DID NOT PROOFREAD BECAUSE I AM EMBARRASSED

Kang Della is going to die tonight.

While not literally, she was definitely going to be reborn as a new woman.

"Lala, stop praying. You're not actually gonna die," Sunoo said, more interested in his phone than his overreacting girlfriend. "You're gonna have so much fun, and we have the day off tomorrow. It'll be great."

"Sunoo shut up and help me pray," Della herself was already dressed, cleaned up and ready to head out.

But certainly not ready to meet the hyuppas.

"Why are we even praying when you're going to be doing something so sinful?"

There were three possible outcomes from tonight; One, the hyuppas being so annoyed that they prefer to ignore her for a bit. Though that is just her anxiety talking.

Two, they would take turns with her for four days straight. Which also means that she would have a limp and some back pain for a week or so.

Or three, they would all have their way with her, at the same time.

And the last option seems to be the most likely.

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"Oh, hi! Oppa! Really funny seeing you here but Sunghoon-oppa asked for beer, so here—" Jake immediately pulled Della into his room before she could escape from what was coming.

"You're in massive trouble, young lady," the girl would've laughed if the situation wasn't as serious. Who actually says that sentence in real life? Sim Jaeyun, apparently.

"Oh, wow! All the hyuppas are here!" Della laughed nervously. "Seems like you guys are preparing to have a celebration together! Wouldn't want boring 'ole Della making things all boring!"

The stern look on all four men made Della withdraw into herself. She avoided eye contact by playing with her nails, mentally preparing herself for the scolding.

"Kang Della, sit down," Heeseung ordered, gesturing the couch with his eyebrows.

"Ah.. I really need to my room though, Yunji-unnie's waiting for me," Della hopes that she could somehow avoid the earful, though it is looking very improbable. "So I'm just here to hand over the beer and—" she gasped when Jay slowly took her hands and held them behind her back like a criminal.

"Do you know how hard it was to wait for you?" he said in a low tone. "The only reason why we did this stupid challenge was because of you."

Jay's deep voice caused Della's skin to erupt in goosebumps. She bit her lip as her heart started pumping faster. She tried to look into his eyes but quickly adverted her gaze when she saw how handsome he looked with his expression. She could feel herself getting wet again.

"The fucking audacity you had to lose to someone who wasn't even a part of this bullshit of a challenge," Sunghoon walked over and held her face with both hands. He noticed a familiar scent within the proximity. "You've been fucking drinking too. You did a lot with Sunoo, huh?"

She had forgotten about the alcohol in her system, now understanding why her brain seems so hazy. She barely drank anything, but she is a major lightweight. The drink Sunoo gave her, mixed with the lack of sexual attention (and undeniably, Sunoo's seduction) must be why she lost the game so easily.

"I wasn't thinking straight. I didn't plan it or anything. Honest!" she replied with puppy eyes. While the look stirred something inside Sunghoon, it certainly wasn't sympathy.

"Even if you didn't plan it, you still did it, didn't you?" he asked in an eerily calm voice. "You can't really take it back now, can you?" he brushed her bangs back but kept his hold firm. "Even if it was silly little foreplay."

Everything Sunghoon did just made her core uncomfortably wet. She was embarrassed to clutch her legs tighter but her mind was just occupied with how stunning he looked and how hot his words were.

"No," Della whined, shamelessly staring at his lips. "I'm sorry, oppas."

"Do you know what's gonna happen now?" Sunghoon asked, staring at her lips as well.

"Am I getting punished?" Della bit her lip at the thought.

"You're gonna deal with us four, yeah? We've been stupidly waiting for over a week," Sunghoon caressed her cheeks before forcefully making her look at the two boys on the bed. "Look at them. We all deserve to be relieved from this challenge, hm?" he whispered in her ear.

"Nghh," Della whined at the sight of Jake and Heeseung. They were sitting on the joint bed with a can of beer in their hands. They were intently staring at the three of them, anticipating their next moves and patiently waiting for their turn. They knew that hard-dom Sunghoon would be the best at disciplining Della in bed, while romantic Jay would really show her just how serious they are.

"Do you think you can do that?" Sunghoon whispered again, causing Della to gulp and nod her head. "Use your words."

"I'm gonna deal with all four of you," she said timidly. She has never handled more than two people before, and now she's jumping straight to four.

But she is excited. Extremely excited.

"Good girl," Jay kept his hold with one hand, using the other to stroke her hair. "Your safe word today is red and yellow, okay? Regardless of Korean or English."

"Okay, oppa," Della closed her eyes at the gentle kiss Jay left on her hair. Suddenly all the nerves left and she's just left with pure anticipation.

"Good girl," although the words were identical to Jay's, Sunghoon's praise sounded rougher, more possessive. "Now come here."

Sunghoon connected his lips to hers hungrily while his hands moved to grope her bare breasts under her pyjama top.

Jay let out a small smirk, his hands busily tying her wrists with the neck tie he prepared. His recently free hands then moved to unbutton her top, helping Sunghoon get easier access.

"You're not wearing a fucking bra. Sunoo must've enjoyed these babies, huh?" Jay said against her neck as his hands replaced Sunghoon's. The latter's opted to move down and roam his hands on Della's hourglass figure.

"Did he? Answer Jay," Sunghoon mumbled on her lips before shifting his kisses to her neck.

"No, he didn't," Della whimpered at the stimulation. Her legs were now almost crossed at how eager she is for some sort of sexual activity.

"Aish, that kid," Jay cursed, pulling away from Della to grab himself a beer. "Won 3N but didn't even fully enjoy it," he then pat Heeseung's shoulder and sat down beside Jake. "Tag. You're it."

Heeseung smirked, taking a big swig of his drink before making his way to Dehoon. With some liquid courage, he knew that they would all have a long, wild night ahead of them. They all definitely need a few cans because they desperately need this.

"You could've tagged me, y'know?" Jake pointed at his roommate.

"Shut up," Jay sipped his drink. "Just go over and join them– who's stopping you?"

"Nah, I'm actually enjoying the view," the younger laid back and rested his upper body weight on his forearm. The two watched as Sunghoon pulled away as soon as he noticed Heeseung.

"I told you to sit down, didn't I?" Heeseung practically mumbled, using his free hand to push her down onto the couch. "Why didn't you listen to me but obeyed Sunghoon and Jongseong?"

Della's mouth watered at the angle. If her instincts were correct, she was gonna suck someone off, most probably Heeseung.

And she absolutely loves giving head.

Heeseung especially tends to let out these adorable sounds that are music to her ears. She knows that he will try to hold them back since they're not alone, but she is determined to have this gorgeous man let loose of his (almost) equally gorgeous noises.

"I'm sorry, oppa," the lower angle made Della's puppy eyes look even more cute. "I was just nervous."

"You know what those eyes do to me," Heeseung ran a thumb over her lip. "Should we forgive her, Sunghoon?" he sucked in a breath when she took his thumb into her mouth to suck gently.

"We'll see about that," a loud zipper sound filled the room as Sunghoon aggressively undid his pants. "Open up," and his cock was in front of Della's face in no time.

She did not need to be told twice. Her eyes instantly closed as her tongue swirled around the tip. She played around with it for a few seconds before pushing it all the way to the back of her throat.

"Fuckkk, I missed this," Sunghoon threw his head back. "So fucking good," he bit his lip harshly.

Upon the sight, Heeseung hurriedly lowered his sweatpants with one hand, but struggled to get his hard-on out from the tightness of his boxers. He eventually succeeded once Sunghoon helped by taking the beer out of his hands.

"Pay attention to hyung too," Sunghoon said and took a large gulp of the liquid.

Della wasted no time in having Heeseung inside her mouth with her tongue swirling around the girth. She didn't care as her hair got everywhere.

"Thereee you go," Heeseung grunted, pushing the hair behind her shoulders and brushed her bangs back . "Ah fuck!" he bit his lip to try and contain his sounds.

"Ya– I meant divide your attention, not completely move on to him," Della gasped as Sunghoon pulled her hair so she could come back to him. "Back and forth, baby, you can do it."

It is definitely difficult. Della has never given head with her hands tied before, let alone with two dicks.

But if the boys know anything about their baby, they'll know that she is not a quitter; she will persist until she's absolutely certain she can't.

She bobbed her head two times on Sunghoon before switching back to Heeseung to repeat her movements, and doing the same to Sunghoon again. The perspective was so hot that Sunghoon's breath turned heavy and Heeseung's moans were audible again.

Jay and Jake, on the other hand, were getting a bit impatient because they could barely see anything. Sunghoon could almost sense it, and as he turned his head to look at his two best friends, he found Jake fiddling with his can while Jay tapped his hand in wait.

"Hyung, let's move to the bed," Sunghoon breathed out, pulling Della away from him and up from the sofa. Della whined at the loss but let herself be moved around like a doll. "Be fucking patient. You were willing to wait for a month, you can definitely handle a few seconds," Sunghoon slapped her lightly.

DellaTheMasochist only gave him an annoyed look with a bratty pout, making him slap her once more.

"Oh you're gonna be a little brat, huh? I'll deal with you fucking later," he then carefully pushed her to Jay's arms, causing Della to smile in adoration. No matter how rough sex is with Sunghoon, he's still a huge softy.

"Well hello there," Jay caught her with one hand. "Were you being a bit bratty?" he asked while fixing her hair gently.

"No, never," Della shook her head innocently. Sunghoon grinned as he opened himself a can, sitting on the bed beside Heeseung.

Her absolute brattiness only comes out to Sunghoon. She's an angel with Jay, putty with Jake, and a dominant with Heeseung.

"Of course not, you're our princess," Jay breathed down her neck and captured a nipple in his mouth. He blindly handed Jake his drink so he could use both hands to hug her waist. He spent a few minutes slowly enjoying her boobs, leaving hickeys all around the area.

The three knew that Jay liked his intimacy, so they didn't interrupt.

He eventually laid her between himself and Jake, opting to just stroke her hair for now. Della was settling into a more comfortable position when Jay noticed that Jake's hands were now free from the cans he was holding.

He gestured for the Aussie to begin, eliciting a grin from Jake before hovering above Della.

"Hi, baby," Jake whispered. His attractive face and accent left a small blush to her cheeks. "I missed you," he connected their lips together in a steamy kiss.

The thing with Dake is that they don't always have a clear dominant in the bedroom. Most times it's Jake while others it's Della. What's crystal is that they are really passionate together. Practically straight out of an erotic movie.

"I'm still annoyed about Triple N but I miss you too much to fucking care right now," he ran his hands down from her sides, eventually tugging her shorts and panties down as far as he could. "Just wanna devour you."

He then proceeded to make his way down until he was off the bed with his face in between her legs. He completely got rid of her lower garments and took a deep breath, biting his lip before diving into her heat. One of his favourite things to do with her, and something that she desperately needed.

"Ah fuck!" Della threw her head back, pressing her thighs against his head. "Ahhh Jakey!" she whined.

"Sensitive babyy," Jay cooed and held her face with his hand. "You almost gave this up for a month, you know?" he left small kisses all over her face.

"November's my birthday month, she ain't gonna give this up for the whole thirty," Jake pulled back slightly to comment. With his accent and slight mumbling, Jay could barely understand what he was saying. Della, however, understood perfectly.

"I told you that I would give you an exception, right?" Della's answer just connected the dots for Jay. Big mistake.

"You promised him an exception?" Jay halted his caresses to seriously ask. But Jake had resumed his mission, and Della is far too distracted to answer. "Fucking answer me– you gave him an exception?" he tightened his grip on her face.

"Y-yeah, for his birthday," Jay let out a scoff at her answer and humourlessly chuckled.

"I was gonna go easy on you and let these guys do their own thing," his voice turned rough, something he didn't think he would do tonight. "But you were gonna give Jake an exemption and that– pay attention," he slapped her lightly when she moaned to his face.

"Sorry, oppa," Della whined, finding it difficult to concentrate when Jake's mouth was pleasuring her so well.

"It pisses me off," Jay whispered roughly. "Instead of just calling the challenge off, you were gonna make the three of us wait 'til the end," he smirked at how hard she was struggling to contain her sounds of pleasure. He let go of her roughly to sit up."Sorry man, I gotta take it from here," he pat Jake's shoulder.

"Mmkay," Della moaned loudly when Jake gave out one last suck to her clit. "I call dibs on cleaning her off though," he smiled widely while licking his wet lips.

"Deal," Jay immediately flipped Della over onto her stomach. "Tsk tsk tsk, Lala..." he swiftly took his shorts and boxers off in one go. "Stay down," he firmly instructed as he removed her restrains.

The three boys couldn't stop the grin when they watched Jay unleash his beast. The Jay they've seen before was nowhere near as aggressive.

"Have fun, bro," Sunghoon hollered. "Have fun, princess," he toasted his beer at Della when she made eye contact.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, yeah?" Jay whispered in her ear. He noticed the goosebumps that rose on her back as he was lifting her hips and parting her legs. "Hold on tight," he warned, handing her a pillow.

He bit the bottom of his sleeveless shirt just so he could get a clearer look of his shaft rubbing against her folds.

"Aghh," both Della and Jay groaned when his full length entered her. "Fuckk!" after ten days, he knew he had to let Della adjust a little. Yet he also knew that she didn't need long based on how wet she is and how Sunoo had prepped her.

So not long after, he pulled back and thrusted into her. Hard.

"Ngghhh!" Della squeezed her eyes shut while tightly hugging the pillow. "Oppaaa!" she moaned loudly.

"God! I fucking missed this!" Jay grumbled out. The cloth was no longer in his mouth and he had his head thrown back. "Fuck!"

He kept his hands on her hips as he pounded into her. Slow, but powerful thrusts.

"Ahhh! Oppaaaa!" Della continued to moan loudly. "Oh my God!" she realised how noisy she was being, so she began to muffle her sounds into the pillow.

"Oh no you don't," Jay grunted. Instead of taking the pillow away from her, he decided to flip her onto her back. Essentially switching to the missionary position. "Oh hi there, sweetie," he smirked at her, leaning down to place a kiss on her lips. "Hold on," he forcefully placed her hands on his shoulders before resuming his thrusts.

"Shit!" Della gasped, struggling to maintain eye contact with Jay as he continued to fuck her in the same manner. "Jay-oppaaa!" she practically screamed. Her nails starting holding on for dear life, scratching the skin of his biceps and her mouth was stuck open with nonstop moans.

The three other boys were turned on as hell.

Jake kept adjusting the bulge in his pants while Sunghoon and Heeseung had to constantly shift in their seats.

Waiting was especially hard for Heeseung as he barely got to touch Della in ten days. So he downed two cans and working on his third in no time, making him slightly tipsy and extremely impatient.

And the sight of her mouth opening just reminded him of something.

"That's it," he crawled across to Jella's side of the bed. "Sunghoon said we were moving to the bed, so you're not done sucking me off," he sat on his knees beside Della's. "Sorry, Jongseong-ah," he breathed out and helped guide Della's mouth to his length.

"By all means, hyung," Jay pulled away and halted his movement to let Della find a comfortable position. "You better do your best. We know you can do it, baby," he whispered to Della, taking off his shirt as he waited.

"Shittt!" Heeseung moaned practically straight after Della's mouth wrapped around him. "There you go, baby– just like that," he assisted by thrusting so that all she had to do was just suck around him and pump what she can't.

"I'll start moving again," Jay began thrusting as soon as he alerted Heela. "Aghh," he grunted, furrowing his eyebrows together. The view of Della sucking someone off in front of him just made him want to fuck her even harder.

He needs to hear her moans even if they were muffled.

"Ahh! Lala!" Heeseung whined when Della kept moaning around him. "Just like that! Sooo good! Nghh!"

Since his mind was foggy from the alcohol, he didn't even bother to hold back on his moans. Even when they start to get a little too subby.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon and Jake wanted to join in so badly, but fear that they would overwhelm their baby. Though they can't just sit there and do nothing.

So they decided to devise a plan for when their turn comes.

"Have you... ever done anal?" Sunghoon awkwardly asked Jake after covering his dick with a pillow. "Like do it from the butt?"

"Me or Della?" Jake's question made the ice prince slap his arm.

"Della, of course," Sunghoon scolded.

"Ack! No– I just gotta make sure I understood what you meant," Jake explained. "No, we haven't."

"I have and I brought condoms and lube," Sunghoon pointed at his luggage. "So here's the thing... Della has been quite curious to try like.. two people.. like.." Sunghoon tried to find the words to explain it in a way that Jake would understand, knowing that the guy mostly knows English sexual terms.

"Like at the same time? Double?" Jake asked while bringing his hands up for gesture.

"Uh, double," Sunghoon nodded, instantly feeling awkward again. "Do you... wanna try it with me? It's her first time and maybe you can do the... back because you've never tried it before."

Jake was quick to make up his mind, all thanks to the two beers he had downed.

"Let's do it," he raised his hand to dap Sunghoon up. "Jellahoon, am I right?"

"Of course," Sunghoon grinned.

"Fuck! I can't cum already!" Heeseung grit his teeth and slowed down his hips. "Lalaaa," he whined.

It was then when Della finally pulled away from the blowjob. She looked into his eyes whilst her hand kept pumping his shaft.

"Heeseung, babyy. What did I tell you about holding back?" she forced herself to restrain her moans just so she could remind him who's in charge.

Fortunately, Jay, who was finding the exchange amusing (also wanting Della all to himself during his orgasm), had slowed down his thrusts to help her focus.

"To never do that because only bad boys hold back," Heeseung's rational thoughts went straight out the window. He was fully going to show his dongsaengs that Lee Heeseung is a sub. A major one. "But I'm not even inside you yet!"

"Come here, baby," Della got up from her position. "I'll be back," she placed a quick kiss on Jay's lips.

"Go ahead," Jay was so intrigued at his hyung and girlfriend's new side that he didn't care about his delayed orgasm— as long as he gets it straight after Heeseung reaches his.

"Poor babyy," Della cooed at Heeseung, brushing his hair back. "Why don't you sit comfortably and let Lala do the work?"

The 02z watched in amazement as they discover how their hyung is actually like in bed. They watched him obey Della's instructions like clockwork, as if he's done this a million times.

He rested his back against the pillows with his legs ajar. His large bambi eyes were stuck on Della the whole time, looking absolutely lovestruck.

"Take off your shirt," Della pointed lazily, getting on top of his lap. "You're a good boy, right?" she connected their foreheads together and aligned him to her entrance.

All Heeseung could do was nod enthusiastically.

"Then don't hold back," Della whispered before sliding down on his length.

"Ahh!" both Heeseung and Della let out high-pitched moans. As Della bounced up and down, Heeseung's hands automatically went to wrap around her waist.

"Sh-shit!" Heeseung hugged her tighter while squeezing his eyes shut. Because he was already close earlier, it took no time for him to reach that point again. "Lalaaa!"

"Feel so good, Heeseung– ahhh!" when it comes to Heeseung, Della (most of the time) tries to compose herself. She's taking care of him after all.

"Shit– is that what it looks like when Della rides you?" Sunghoon asked under his breath. "That's fucking hot."

His hand then tried to secretly stimulate himself, making sure that neither Jake or Jay could notice. Jay, on the other hand, was openly pumping himself, not caring that his best friends could be looking.

"Damn, you're pretty big, bro," Jake suddenly blurted out at Jay. "Nice one."

"Thanks, I guess," Jay chuckled and kept moving his hand, not feeling awkward in the slightest.

"Why were you looking at his dick?" Sunghoon snickered, but that brought Jake's attention to him and that's when the latter noticed his sneaky hand.

"Why are you secretly jacking off? Just do it like Jay, no balls!" Jake slapped his calf. "We're literally in the middle of a fivesun—"

"Fivesome," Jay corrected him.

"Fivesome!"

"Ew, no! I feel so exposed! Like I'll be jerking off in front of you!" Sunghoon completely removed his hand from his dick. "And it's easy for you to say! You're still fully clothed!"

"It's not like we've never seen you naked bef–"

"02z, if you're not gonna suck each other off then shut the fuck up," Della interrupted their bickering while making eye contact. "Your hyung's trying to cum in peace."

"Yes ma'am," "Sorry," "Sorry," they all apologised quietly, hoping that no one notices their erection hardening even more. They hate admitting their thirst for Della's dominance.

Or to be accurate; They love her dominance, yet hate admitting their desire to be like Heeseung.

But it's not like the 02z have never been docile to DommeDella.

"Sunghoon, don't be fucking weird or I'll repeat last month's occurrences," Della's threat immediately made Sunghoon's skin erupt in goosebumps. He just hopes that she won't elaborate and reveal to his friends what exactly happened.

Thankfully, she didn't.

"Are you okay, baby?" Della went back and cooed to Heeseung, keeping her pace steady as she cradled his head.

"I'm gonna cuuuum," he sobbed. "Fuck! Lalaaa!"

"There you go. Don't hold back, Heeseung baby," Della mustered up all the energy she had to quicken her pace.

"Ahhhh! Lalaaa!" Heeseung used his tight hold to assist her bounces before ultimately letting out a loud gasp as he released spurts and spurts of warm cum. "Oh my God, babyy," he sighed and relaxed his shoulders.

"Good boyy," Della halted her thrusts, caressing his hair lovingly. "Filling me up soo good," she placed tiny kisses on his head. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Lala," Heeseung breathed out. "Thank you," he pulled himself away to connect their lips.

They were stuck in a slow make-out session for a while before Jay grew impatient and pulled Della away from the older.

"You didn't forget about me, did you?" Jay grumbled in her ear. "I gave you time to fuck hyung but now you forgot about us?" he lifted her up like she weighed nothing and placed her front facing down.

"You're being rude, Jay. Your hyung needed to—" Della cut herself off with a gasp when Jay landed a firm spank on her ass.

"You're not in control no more," he said in a low voice, lifting her waist up slightly. "Where are your manners?"

"I'm sorry, oppa," Della whimpered when he spread her pussy lips. She could feel Heeseung's cum slowly pouring out of her. As always, he came a lot.

"Shitt– hyung," Jay called for Heeseung to see. The latter had pretty much sobered up from earlier and is back to his usual self.

And at least for now, he still had not realised what he had done in front of his dongsaengs.

"Keep it in, baby," Heeseung took two of his fingers and pushed the cum back inside her, causing Della to gasp. "Add onto it, Jongseong," he patted Jay's bare shoulder with his clean hand before heading towards the bathroom.

"My pleasure," Jay whispered. He wrapped his arms around Della's body and instantly pushed himself inside her once again. "Fuckkk, Della."

"Yess! Oppaa!" Della squeezed her eyes shut, letting out babbles of words that barely made any sense. She could feel Heeseung's cum slowly absorbing inside her as Jay fucked it deeper. The sounds of the moisture only turning on everyone in the room more.

"Fuck! You're gonna cum soon, aren't ya?" Jay's hard-but-slow pace tried to quicken when he felt Della tightening around him. "Just a little more, baby– Oppa's almost there, wait for me," he left kisses on the side of her face as he tried to concentrate on cumming together with his girl.

Fortunately for him, Della knows exactly what to do in this situation.

"Fill me up good, oppa. Make me feel so full," Jay had never verbally admitted it to her, but she knows that he has a breeding kink. "Stuff me full of—"

"FUUUUCK, I'm cumming!" Jay's left hand frantically went to search for Della's. "C'mere baby," while his right hand went to bring her face to his.

They connected their lips together, essentially muffling their moans (and screams). Della used her free hand to hold onto his head, making the scene look even more sweet.

"I love you, Della," Jay mumbled against her lips.

"I love you, Jay," Della whined at the feeling of her own orgasm mixed with Jay's (and Heeseung's). "So, so much."

"So, so much," Jay left a final kiss on her forehead before getting off of her back. His eyes immediately went to her cum-filled entrance. "Good girl, keep it in," he grunted, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of barely any cum leaking out.

He chuckled when Della wiggled her ass for fun. "How cute," he slapped her ass and stood up. "Agh fuck, you really milked me dry."

"Come on, it hasn't been THAT long, guys," Della rolled her eyes. "We didn't even last the whole month."

Just as she finished talking, a harsher slap was placed on her ass.

"You fuck four men on a daily basis– you still think you could've handled it?" Sunghoon asked, flipping Della onto her back. "Do I also need to remind that you were the one who gave in first? YOU?" he grabbed onto her leg to pull her closer to the edge of the bed and closer to him. "Don't make me teach you a lesson."

"Go easy on her, Sunghoon-ah. She's about to receive a handful with you and Jaeyun," Heeseung reminded. He grabbed Jay's and his cans of beer before joining Jay on the bed. The two were now dressed in their boxers.

"Yeah, just shut up and let's do our shit," Jake impatiently took off his pants but kept his shirt on, only removing his zip-up. "You've done anal, baby?" Della nodded her head in enthusiasm. "Yeah? And you like it?"

"Mhmm! Are we doing what I think we're doing?" Jake chuckled at her excitement.

"You're adorable. Isn't it gonna hurt, baby?" the tips of Jake's fingers began grazing Della's thigh.

"I wanna be closer to my men," Della gave out a seductive look to both Jake and Sunghoon, making sure to use Korean so Sunghoon would understand.

"How cute," Sunghoon mumbled. "Don't forget your safe words," he ran a hand through Della's hair before laying down on the bed, legs still seated on the edge.

"Is she getting on top of you or me?" Jake asked his partner. "Isn't it more comfortable with you on top?"

"I mean... It's easier for me to thrust but it's more comfortable for her to hug me, no?" Sunghoon explained. "Won't it be unstable if she lays on her back?"

"No– Della should be on her stomach, on her back is difficult, I think," Heeseung pointed at the three.

"Are you doing double?" Jay's eyes widened when he realised what they were discussing.

"Uh," Jakehoon replied briefly.

"Then Della should be on her stomach and the one who does the back thrusts from behi– on top," Jay gave his take.

"No– the reason why I say she should be on her back is because she needs to be distracted from the pain and Sunghoon would be able to thrust and properly do that," Jake tried to explain his take. "Otherwise his movements are limite—"

Their discussion was cut off by a loud groan from Della, followed by the girl hovering over Sunghoon chest-to-chest.

"Stop taking so fucking long and just fuck me," she wasted no more time and slipped Sunghoon's cock into her entrance.

"Oh my God!" "Oh fuck!" the two hissed at the sudden feeling.

"Fucking finally!" Sunghoon threw his head back. "Come here, kitten," he repositioned Della a little so he could move more comfortably.

Thanks to his long legs, all he needed to do so was to hold her in place.

"So fucking tight," he said with gritted teeth. He was never one to make a lot of noises in bed, but with his buddies around, he's determined to look cool. He was gonna try to contain his facial expressions, which is something he never holds back on.

Yet his plan went straight out the window when Della adorably cuddled into his chest.

"Oppaaa," she whined.

"Aww, kitten– my princess," he cooed, bringing one of his hands to hug her close. "Does that feel good, kitten?"

Della could only mew louder and nuzzle her head more, making all four boys coo at the sight.

"This seems enough for you, baby. Do you really need more?" Jake went up to her face to tease while his lubed finger equally teased her back entrance.

Della looked into his eyes and said the one name that the two have kept a secret for a long time.

"Please, daddy?"

Jake halted for a second, taken aback at the sudden change of mind. He was not one to be shy about his kink, but Della was a bit apprehensive that the members just won't understand.

But weirdly enough, none of the boys reacted, as if they already knew of the fact.

"Sunghoon, stop moving for a second," Jake went back to his position and squeezed more lube onto Della's hole. "Stay relaxed, darling," he warned Della before pushing a finger in.

"Mmm," she closed her eyes and pursed her lips.

"I'm right here, princess," Sunghoon whispered in her ear. "Relax some more," and immediately continued his movements.

"There ya go, good girl," Jake muttered, slowly twisting and pumping his finger. When Della was almost fully relaxed and resumed her previous moaning, Jake gradually added another finger in and followed by another once she adjusted to that as well. "Such a good girl."

"Ahh! I'm gonna cum!" Della announced, pushing her upper body up to catch a glimpse of what Jake's doing. "Fuck!" her eyes rolled back as she turned back to Sunghoon. "Oh my Goodness!" her moans only got louder when she looked at Sunghoon's facial expressions.

As always, his eyebrows were furrowed the whole time while he switched between biting/licking his lips, having his mouth open or gritting his teeth. He had completely forgotten about his initial plan of restraining himself.

"Go cum, darling," he choked out, giving his last few hard thrusts after Della threw her head back and cried out.

He almost let out a sigh of relief. If Della waited just a few seconds longer, he too would've been calling to cum and he did not want that just yet.

"Relax a bit, kitten," neither Sunghoon nor Jake pulled out, but they wanted to give Della time to catch her breath.

"What a good girl," Jay noticed Jake ripping open the condom wrapper and immediately sprung to action. "Taking four men so well," he continued to drop praises while caressing her hair.

"If it gets too much, please let us know and Jake can jerk off for the night or something," Heeseung also joined in with a joke.

"Hyung!" Jake whined. He somehow successfully got the condom on with just one hand, and is now lathering his length with the lube.

"Byee daddy" Jay added fuel to the fire by grinning and waving at him.

"Shut the fuck up, Jay, I complimented you earlier," Jake sent a glare at his friend.

"The tension is insane. Now kiss," Della lifted her head to comment.

No matter how many times she has teased them, they have never expressed or voiced their discomfort, which she knows they aren't afraid to do. In Della's mind, this would imply that the possibility of it happening is not zero.

"Aish Lalaa!" "Eyy!" "Babe!" "Aghh" the four boys complained, with Jake adding an additional smack to her ass.

"You think his dick is big, right? You have my permission and sucking ONE dick does not make you ga—"

"Okay, that's enough," Sunghoon spoke up and gave her one hard thrust. "Jake and I still need to cum, princess. Stop the yapping."

"I'm sorry, oppa," Della whimpered, bringing her head down to rest on Sunghoon's chest again.

"I'm only letting you off since you've been so good to us, understand? Don't test my patience," he said in a low voice, his hips starting to move in a steady pace once again.

"Understood," Della let out a high-pitched moan at the stimulus but was cut off with her own gasp as Jake pulled his fingers out.

"I'm putting it in," Jake breathed out. He squeezed some more lube on Della's rim before slowly entering. "FUCK!"

"Mmh!" Della had her eyes squeezed shut, trying to adjust to his size (especially with Sunghoon in her other hole).

"Our strong baby," "Such a good girl," Jay and Heeseung showered her in praises, using their hands to caress her arm and back while Sunghoon does so with her hair.

"Fuck– so fucking tight," Jake threw his head back when he was fully inside her. "Hang in there, baby, good job," he smoothed his hand over her ass.

"Yellow?" Heeseung asked about the safe word, just in case.

"Green," she quickly answered. "Can you move slowly, oppa?" her head shifted to make eye contact with Sunghoon.

"Of course, darling," he placed a kiss on her hair before slowly pumping her. "Shit, kitten," he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back.

Because of Jake, she felt tighter than usual but was still wet as ever. He knew he couldn't last long, especially after nearly cumming earlier.

"Jaeyun, please move," Della breathed out, starting to feel pleasure again.

Both Jake and Della let out a loud gasp at the sensation. The pace began to quicken in no time, making the scene look like it came straight out of an incognito site.

"Oh my– fuuuuuuck!" Della moaned loudly, feeling fuller than she's ever felt. "Oppaaa! Daddyyyy!" little tears began pooling in the corner of her eyes. "Aaaaaaahhh!"

"So good, baby. Taking both of us so well," Jake leaned forward to mumble in her ear. "Shittt, so tight baby," his face held a large smile and left temporary hickies around her neck and shoulders. "My good girl."

There's no doubt that the back end is tighter, but Jake's favourite was really the sight of having two of her holes stuffed, and the fact that him and Sunghoon were the first ones to do that.

The three were so into each other that they didn't notice Heeseung getting up to retrieve Sunghoon's old, red iPhone. He knew that they would want the scene to be recorded— for their eyes only, of course.

"I'm recording," Heeseung announced before pressing record. They all turned to Heeseung for a second and resumed like nothing happened.

"Come here, kitten," Sunghoon grunted, pulling Della's face in for a kiss. She moaned into his mouth when she felt her two best friends quicken their pace.

She noticed Jake tugging at her hair, so she broke the kiss off to then connect her lips with his, bringing a hand back to hold his head in place.

Jay, who did not want to just lay there beside them, started playing with Della's tits while palming himself. He personally doesn't need more, but he did not want the video to appear awkward.

"You guys really look so fucking hot," Heeseung commented. He turned off the recording and went back to his original spot. "I wanna kiss, baby," his head got closer so Della could easily kiss him.

"FUCK! I'm cumming!" Della pulled away to scream out. Her eyes were closed shut and her open mouth spewed out loud whines after whine.

"Yesss, kitten," "Me too, baby, me too," Sunghoon threw his head back while Jake buried his face in her neck. It did not take the three long at all to reach their orgasm.

"Jay-oppaa," Della managed to let out, weakly stretching an arm out so he could come closer. "I haven't kissed you."

Jay felt his heart swell in adoration and he swiftly did as told without hesitation.

"Fuckk! Aaaahhh!" Della pulled away but kept their foreheads together and squeezed Heeseung's hand.

They looked absolutely ridiculous being in one big huddle (and it was certainly not the most comfortable), yet that was the moment when the five of them were just connected. It's what they needed and exactly what they hoped for tonight.

"I'm cumming, baby," Jake's voice was shaky, and his thrusts started faltering first. "Shit! Good girl, baby. Good girl, good girl!"

"Shit! Shit!" both Jake and Della came around the same time. The former usually takes his time to ride out his high but he almost instantly pulled out so Sunghoon could finish properly.

Sunghoon looked at him in thanks, immediately adjusting his position and hurriedly chased his orgasm. Della started shaking and screaming with overstimulation, letting go of Heejay to hold on tightly to Sunghoon.

"Shit! Ahh baby, almost ther– NOW KITTEN. NOW, now, now!" Sunghoon babbled a bit as his orgasm overtook his body. "Shit," he sighed and relaxed his body, still holding onto Della tightly. "You're amazing, princess. I love you," he chuckled breathily.

"I love you, my prince," Della breathed out with a smile.

The two shared a sweet kiss before Sunghoon pulled away and shifted Della over to Jake, who was now lying beside him.

"What a good girl.You're an absolute champ and you're incredible," Jake couldn't help but chuckle. "We're so fucking lucky, baby. I love you so much," he then connected their lips in a passionate kiss.

"I'M so lucky to have you guys and I just love you sooo much," once they pulled away, Della's head instantly went to rest on Jake's chest. "Let's clean up before we get too tired."

"Oh no you don't," Jake shifted their position so Della would lay on her back. He got on top of her with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I called dibs on cleaning you off, remember?"

Eventually everyone washed up and got ready for bed. They decided to all sleep together on the makeshift king-sized bed with Della in the centre. They were cuddled closely, but it didn't really matter anymore to them.

"Guys, we're actually really cute," Heeseung giggled. "I fucking love this relationship."

"Just a bunch of bros with our girl" Jake sighed. He held Della tighter to his chest and shut his eyes, ready to sleep.

"For a second there, I thought you were gonna call me a hoe," Della giggled, looking up at him.

"I'm never gonna call you a hoe, babe! I'm not Sunghoon!" Jake's reply made Sunghoon smack his shoulder.

"I will never call her that!" Sunghoon looked at him with betrayal. "I don't even know what that means but I know it's bad!"

"You call her names in bed, we all know it!" Jake protested back.

"Ya– rarely ever, right princess? Only on certain times and we both have no issues with it," Della nodded at Sunghoon's defence. "See?! Don't kinkshame me, daddy."

"YAA!" Jake shaking Sunghoon's leg off of his own.

"Today's session just revealed everyone's kinks," Jay laughed. "Sunghoon likes to call Della 'kitten', Jake likes to be called 'daddy', Della apparently likes anal," he stopped himself for saying Heeseung's out of respect.

"Pffftt, okay mister kinky. Didn't know you could go hard like that," Sunghoon grinned. "I thought you just liked vanilla but you were slapping Lala and everything."

"Why do you like to get slapped?" Jay ignored Sunghoon and asked the girl he was semi-holding.

"I don't know! Sometimes I just like things!" Della shrugged defensively. "I like a whole bunch of things!"

"Yeah and your boyfriends all like different things too," Sunghoon chuckled. "You're absolutely perfect for us."

"Awww," Della grinned but got shy and hid her face in Jake's chest. "I'm sorry for making you all join No Nut November. This was really dumb and I'm also really sorry for losing to someone who didn't even join."

"Don't worry about that, darling. It's all forgiven and practically forgo—" Jay's words were cut off by the boom of Heeseung's voice beside him.

"WAIT!" Heeseung shot up straight in realisation. Della and Jake both jumped in surprise while Sunghoon and Jay flinched. Heeseung looked back at them with horror in his eyes.

There was a reason why he was quiet the whole time. It's because it just hit him how;

"YOU GUYS FUCKING SAW ME IN MY WEAK STATE!"

i gotta be honest, i hate to be that person but i was feeling really insecure about my writing tbh. like the first draft was not hot AT ALL and i wanted this long awaited/overdue smut to make you guys all hot and bothered y'know? i think it's much better now and i'm feeling both proud and insecure but i hope you enjoyed it and happy anniversary! taglist: @duolingofanaccount @lalalalawon @clar-iii @deafeningballoonpeach

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #kang lala #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #jake smut #jay smut

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angstysebfan · 1 year ago

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My Roommates Boyfriend - Chapter 3

Pairings: Bucky x female reader AU: Modern

Chapter Summary: After staying at a creeping motel, the reader finally finds out why Bucky hates her. Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Panic Attack, Creepy older motel worker (unrealistic driving time, but whatever)

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You pull up to an old looking motel. It kind of reminds you of the Bates Motel in the movie Psycho. Bucky could feel your uneasiness and laughed, “We could sleep in the car if you are uncomfortable.”

You look at him and see a smirk on his lips. He was making fun of you, which pissed you off.

“Nope, I just hope the psycho killer chooses you as their victim tonight. I’ll give Nat your regards,” You say before getting out of the car.

Bucky laughs out loud, a sound that was surprisingly pleasant to you. “You've watched too many horror movies,” he says as he walks into the office, with you following him.

You both walk up to the counter and ask for two separate rooms. “Sorry, but we only have one room available. It has a king size bed though,” the older gentleman said looking you up and down.

You look at Bucky and see the tick in his jaw. He looks at you and rolls his eyes. “How far is the nearest motel or hotel from here?” He asked, the annoyance evident in his voice.

“Not for another 20 miles or so,” the older man said, ignoring Bucky’s attitude. “I don’t know why a good looking man like you wouldn’t want to share a room with a pretty gal like her,” he said, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows at you and making you uncomfortable.

You can’t help the blush that runs through your cheeks. Bucky scoffs, “Beauty isn’t everything. We'll take the damn room,” he says giving his credit card over.

Once you're both settled in the room you sit on the bed, back leaning against the headrest. Bucky's taking a shower, which gave you time to think about everything that happened in the car today. Bucky kept saying he heard about what you said. What could I've possibly said? You think back to the entire year of Bucky being in your life, and you can’t for the life of you think about saying anything bad about him. Except that he's an asshole, but he deserves it.

Bucky comes out of the bathroom wearing a pair of black sweatpants and no shirt. You can’t help but admire his physique as he towels his long brown hair. His body was a sight to behold. Muscles upon muscles, which made butterflies appear in your stomach. You always thought he was attractive, even when you first saw him. You desperately wanted to talk to him, but Nat showed interest and you backed down immediately. Then you met him and saw his true personality, which surprised you. Though he seemed to treat Nat well.

Bucky looks up and sees you staring at him. “Take a fucking picture it'll last longer,” he snaps, causing you to blush at being caught.

You quickly grab your stuff and quickly run into the bathroom. After a quick shower, you change into a tank top and shorts. You walk out into the room and notice Bucky was putting on shoes and a t-shirt.

“I’m gonna to sleep in the car,” he said.

You can’t help but get offended that he would rather sleep in the small car than share a room with you. You knew you had to find out his deal, but would wait until morning.

“I-I mean I can sleep on the floor if you want. You don’t have to sleep in the car,” you say, trying to not sound whiney.

Bucky looks up at you and shrugs. “It’s fine. Don't worry, us biker gang, poor city boys are used to roughing it. Be at the car by 5:30 am, or I'm leaving your ass,” he says as he walks out of the motel.

You can’t help but stare at the door after he leaves. You quickly pick up the phone and call Nat.

“Hey Y/N! Where are you guys?” Nat says excitedly.

“Hey Nat, we're in Ohio, but close to the border of Indiana I think. Look Nat, what the fuck is going on? Bucky fucking hates me and is making me completely miserable. I've almost cried like three times already!” you say, frustrated.

“I’m sorry hun. I hoped maybe you would talk it out and get along. Just like you told me you wanted that night. But, like I said I'll explain everything when you get here. Just try your best to get along, please? It’s only temporary,” Nat pleads.

You can’t help but roll your eyes. Before you can agree to her she says, “I gotta go, Bucky's calling me. I’ll talk to you tomorrow!” and the phone disconnects.

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You exit the motel, dropping off the key, and enter the car at 5:15am. Bucky's sitting there waiting for you. He doesn’t say anything after you buckle your seatbelt, just starts the car and heads off. You continue to think about how to broach the subject of his hatred for you. Maybe after you eat something.

“Did you want to get food, or just continue the trip?” you ask softly, hoping to keep his mood calm.

You hear him sigh, “Whatever,” he says dryly.

You don't know how to go on from here, so you just say, “Let’s just drive for awhile, we can stop further along.”

Over the next few hours, you listened to your playlist, while driving through Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois. You wanted to stop in Chicago, but Bucky just wanted to keep going. He was acting very weird today. Didn’t snap at you, in fact he barely spoke to you. How were you going to ask him anything if you couldn’t gauge his mood.

You were half way through Wisconsin when you finally stopped for fuel and food. You grabbed sandwiches and chips for you both, as well as some waters. It wasn’t long before you were on your way again. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and Bucky has barely said 3 words to you all day. You decided enough was enough. You paused your playlist and turned toward him.

“Hey uh...Bucky, can I ask you a question?” you ask hesitantly.

He doesn’t even glance at you. “You just did.” he said monotoned.

You roll your eyes. “Seriously.”

He rolls his eyes. “Fine, what?!” he snaps, obviously not in the mood.

You take a deep breath, “You mentioned yesterday that ‘you knew what I said’, and I was just wondering what you were talking about.” you say nervously.

He scoffs, “I’m not talking about this, especially with you,” he says.

You look at him annoyed, “I was accused of saying something bad about you, and I deserve to know what it is, so I can defend myself!” you say.

Bucky sighs, “I really don’t give a shit what you have to say to defend yourself. You're nothing but a spoiled prissy princess who judges everyone, even before you meet them. I don’t know how Nat was even friends with you. You're not in the same category in anything; beauty, personality, anything! I just honestly don’t get it,” he says, like he is talking about the weather.

You feel like he just punched you in the stomach, and find it very difficult to breath. You've never had anyone say anything so horrible to you in your entire life. You feel a panic attack coming and you don’t know what to do.

“B-Bucky, you need to pull over,” you say breathlessly.

Bucky rolls his eyes, “I’m not gonna to pull over so you can throw a fucking hissy fit,” he says.

“Bucky pull the fuck over!!” You scream.

He looks at you and sees that you're very pale and breathing heavy. He quickly pulls over to the side of the road.

You jump out and run a few paces before falling to your knees, sobbing. You've never been so insulted in your whole entire life, and the worst part is, you don’t know why. You try to control your breathing, but it’s getting harder to do so. You feel hands on your shoulders and hear a voice but it sounds far away.

“Y/N…. Y/N look at me.” Bucky says softly. You keep your eyes on the ground, trying to reign everything in. “Y/N, please… look at me, I can help you,” he says earnestly.

You look at him with wide eyes and meet his blue ones, which are currently full of concern and maybe fear. Bucky grabs your hand and puts it on his chest, where you can feel his heartbeat. He starts taking deep breaths through his nose and out through his mouth. You feel his breath on your face, as you continue to look into his eyes.

Before you know it, you’re matching his breaths. It takes about 15 minutes or so before you feel better, but Bucky keeps his hold on your hand. You let you eyes drop to your lap, continuing to breath deeply.

“I…I’m so sorry,” Bucky whispers. You shake your head, not wanting to hear it. “I didn’t mean anything I said. I just…” he stops himself and takes a deep breath.

“The night that I met Nat in the bar, I was actually interested in someone else,” he says softly.

You don't move, continuing to look at your lap. “I, uh… I was actually interested in… you,” he says looking away, embarrassed. Your eyes shoot to his face, this makes zero sense to you.

“My friend Sam, I think you met him once, he went down to the bar to get drinks and overheard a conversation you were having with Nat. You were talking about me and my friends. Sizing us up and commenting on who you would go for. Nat made mention of me and you made a comment.”

Bucky scoffs at this and looks at you. You think back to that night when you and Nat first saw Bucky.

Flashback

You and Nat are sitting in the bar people watching. You hear laughter coming from a hightop table near by and take a look. You see a group of good looking guys, but one man stood out for you. He had long brown hair, the bluest of eyes, and a sharp jawline, and you were immediately attracted to him.

“Dibs on the long haired hottie,” Nat whispered to you. You couldn’t help but be disappointed that you and Nat were attracted to the same guy. Nat had just gotten out of a bad relationship, and was looking for someone to help heal her heart. You had been single for too long, and was ready for love.

You decided that Nat’s need for love was greater than your own and conceded. You didn’t want her to know that you were checking him out, so you played it off like you weren’t interested.

You scoff, “I-I mean if you're into that biker gang, poor city boy type then go for it. I'd rather not,” you laugh outwardly, but inside you screamed at yourself. You've always put others needs before your own, and now your throwing the most beautiful man you've ever seen toward Nat.

After 10 minutes you look back over to the table and notice the long haired hottie was looking toward your table, but you can tell he's looking at Nat. He eventually came over to talk to her, ignoring you, and then they left together that night. All the while you kept thinking that could have been you.

End of Flashback

You look into Bucky’s eyes with regret and sorrow. How're you going to explain yourself. It's no wonder he hated you, what you said was out of line and so judgemental. Bucky just watches different emotions cross your face.

“Bucky… I.. I'm so sorry that you found out what I said. It was out of line, and I don't blame you for not liking me. But, you have to know that I really didn’t mean it,” you said, your voice waving from the tears that were starting to pour down your face.

Bucky scoffed at this, “Of course you didn’t. Isn’t that typical,” he says, finally letting go of your hand and walking a few more paces away from you.

You stand on your shaky legs and look at him. “Bucky, you have to let me explain what really happened that night, please.”

He turns around and looks at you, anger and hurt evident in his blue eyes. “Why would I believe anything that you say? Huh? Why should I?” he shouts.

You flinch from his tone, but stand your ground. “Because you just made the same mistake I did. You just said things about me that you didn’t mean. I'm here accepting your apology, you should at least hear me out!” you shout back.

Bucky looks at you for a moment before nodding. “Okay. That night, I heard you and your friends laughing. I turned around and you were the first person I saw. I never saw a man as handsome as you." Your face heats up in embarrassment.

"I was immediately attracted to you from first glance. I so wanted to know you. I wanted to learn everything about you, and have you take me home that night,” you take a deep steadying breath.

“Nat called dibs," you said with a shrug. "Which I know sounds childish, but I conceded. She'd just gotten out of a bad relationship, and I didn’t want to stand in her way of happiness. So I had to play it off that I wasn’t interested in you, even though it was the complete opposite. If she knew, she would've backed off, because she is so amazing. So... I said those things to make her think I wasn’t interested, but my god I was. It’s killed me to see you guys get together. Even though you have said cruel and terrible things to me, I...", you pause wondering if you should say it.

"All I've ever heard from Nat is how completely amazing you are, and I can’t help thinking if I didn’t give up so easily… th-that maybe you and I could've been together. But I thought how stupid I am because you liked Nat, so...” you say this last part in a whisper.

You look up at Bucky, who is just staring at you. “H-how do I know that any of that is remotely true?” he asks.

You sniff and shrug your shoulders. “I told Nat the truth after she told me she was moving across the country, when we were drunk. She felt bad, but she doesn't know that I still have some unresolved feelings. Not that it matters because you hate my guts. You can ask her though,” you say.

Bucky looks at you for what feels like forever. You see the anger in his eyes, that slowly changes into something else that you couldn't quite read. His eyes continue to get softer as the minutes pass by. Before you knew it, Bucky was quickly walking towards you in long strides. He grabs you by the back of the neck and smashes his lips into yours.

Chapter 2 / Chapter 4

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bunnyfern · 12 days ago

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Groove Salad

Chapter 4

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I knew I had a competitive bone in my body, but I didn’t think it was that bad.

After three hours of playing jenga and winning one single game, I was over it. How does one person even properly win at that? It’s stupid. So we moved on to uno. That was fun, most of the games ended in someone throwing cards at one another. Or hoarding the cards until the untimely demise of using a plus 4. Which caused more throwing of cards then losing some of them. Then spending a few minutes finding them and shuffling for another round.

Seven times, I lost seven times...“I hate this game.” Tossing basically half the deck back on the table. Larry laughed at my defeat, “You suck ass.” Isaac agreed, hurling his own cards in the middle. “You guys are cheating,” squinting my eyes, “I know it.” Crossing my arms as they scoffed, mocking me for being a sore loser. “Its uno, of course we fucking cheat.” Isaac admitted, making me gasp from shock, very overdramatically. Clutching my chest for extra effect that gained more laughs from them.

They started to gather the cards and shuffle as I took my phone out. I don't clean out my messages as often as other people do. Another way of hoarding and clinging on to past years I suppose. My mother has- or had?- an embarrassing hoarding problem, passing it down to me in different ways. Turning the screen on and clicking on my messages, most of the conversations being from one of the guys.

Except for the one at the very bottom, no contact picture and from years ago. I was the last one who sent the message.

She'll want to know. Right? Biting my lip out of a nervous habit, and whenever I zone out. Which is what I’m doing right now.

Psyching myself out with each thought and argument along with it. I mean, would there be a point in even letting her know? It'll just end up with her saying that she hopes I'll 'feel better' and that's it.

The conversation would end.

No follow ups or even a hint of care. Just dismissive of the blood we share. If she even sends something back, god, it might be worse if she looks at it and chooses not to respond. That'll really cement the fact that she doesn't ever want to see me again.

“-gonna play?” I snap out of it, clearly confused about what's happening. Nick asked again, “You gonna play another round?” Oh...yea. I forgot where I was for a second. “Uh, nah. I’ma skip this one.” He took a second before shrugging, passing out the right amount of cards. They began playing and I watched, more like zoned out, while my thoughts ran wild.

I couldn’t help it, everything in me wanted to send the message, to see how she’s doing. To actually see her. But the anxious jumbled feeling of embarrassment, disappointment and nerves got to me, telling me not to even try. Cause really, I am still her little sister, wanting attention after I get hurt. Will that really make her want to talk to me again? Or add to the growing resentment?

It’s been a few hours since we got here, the mold on the couch was starting to remember me. The only thing in the house that knew me. Even though I was friends with them and came over maybe thousands of times, I barely knew the place. Never went into any of their rooms before, only getting a glimpse of it when they record or live stream. A few times I wonder how much of a friend they think of me as. If they like me enough to show me something that personal. But I have no room to talk since none of them have been to my apartment yet.

Well, not anymore. Isaac’s been there. And not because he wanted to, but because he needed to watch over me, so he didn’t necessarily have a choice. I glanced over at him, watching his eyes flicker between the cards in his hand and on the table. It’s hard to know what he’s thinking. And I so desperately want to know what he’s thinking about. I want him to know what I’m thinking about. That I’m thinking about…I’m actually not sure what.

This stupid injury is the only thing that’s been in the front of my mind. And my sister. Then it would get clouded with, well, him.

I really should tell her, she might actually respond. For once. Turning my doubts into optimism. For once.

My phone was still in my hand, feeling light as I forgot about it. Bringing the heaviness back once I lifted it back up to type. I could so easily make our message reach the top of the screen again but it was hard to even open it. The idea of looking back on the old convos makes me sick. Reaching out to her made me feel sick. I didn’t know why it twisted that deep. Has it really been that long that I can’t just act like no time has passed between us?

Would it be considered stupid or smart to act like it was just yesterday that I talked to her? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, maybe she’ll be happy that I sent a message wanting to talk to her. Letting her know how life’s been, which admittedly, hasn’t been going so well lately. If the injury and my weird desired feelings are anything to go by.

Sweat trickled down my neck, god I have a problem. Simply clicking on her contact and typing, then retyping, retyping once more, and staring at it. 'it's been a while, hey.' Getting startled from three yelling out complaints after Nick won the round, who was proudly laughing at the two losers.

“I’m done playing, I’m getting hungry.” Larry stood up and went to the kitchen to look around in the fridge. “What about you?” Isaac asked me, getting up himself and waiting for me to answer. I wanted to lie, I didn’t really want to eat in front of them, but my stomach betrayed me, rumbling loud enough for him to hear. “Kinda.” I meekly muttered.

Nick was the only one who bothered to clean up, asking them to make him something since he won. Clearly taking his win humbly. I rolled my eyes and looked back at the screen. The longer I waited to send the message, the more I was chickening out and I didn’t want to. The thought of talking to her again made me queasy. In a good way...in a sense.

So instead of freaking out over it and cause a scene, I sent the simplest thing of ‘hey’ and flung it under my thigh. Heart beating through my chest loud enough they could probably hear it too all the way in the kitchen.

Nick noticed the sudden jolt of movement but didn’t say a word. Waiting for his sandwich and clearing off the table for the others. “What kind of sandwich do you want?” Larry asked me, knowing Nick's without asking. Hesitating on wanting to eat anything, “I'm fine,” looking over my shoulder, “I'll probably have something later.”

Like when I leave, whenever that is. Mulling it over.

Isaac glanced back, concerned about why I changed my mind so quickly. “I thought you were hungry? ” Poking his head in the fridge to find something else to put on his sandwich. I rubbed my sweaty palms on the shorts fabric, “Eh, not much. I can wait.” Nick went to grab a drink, “What ? You don’t wanna eat with us?” He teased, “We won’t make a mess or steal your food if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I don’t care about that,” Rolling my eyes, “Well, kinda. But no.” I fiddled with my ring and tried to put the reason into…nice? words, or at least something that wouldn’t offend them. “It’s just like, a pet peeve of mine when I can hear someone chew.” Larry bursted out laughing, agreeing and throwing the others under the bus at the same time. “It pisses me off when they do that, especially when Nick does it.” Giggling and waiting for him to fight back.

Which he did, pushing the blame on Tanner instead. I tuned them out. They really get as loud as they can and I wasn’t used to it. More familiar with one person screaming their issues and self deprecated worries instead of their playful upbeat tone. They really were like children in these kinds of situations, it was sweet. But also so annoying.

I didn’t even realize that Isaac snuck up behind me. “Then does that mean you're fine with my chewing?” Smirking and eyeing me down, I fumbled at laughing normally. “Huh?” There was no reason I should've been getting flustered by that. It's a stupid question, yet I paid attention to it.

“Or were you distracted cause you needed to finish your cosplay stuff?” Going back towards the kitchen to munch on his food. “You cosplay?” Nick asked, seemingly done with, or putting it on hold, arguing with Larry. “Yooo, who do you dress as?” Larry leaped closer as I corrected them. “I make cosplay props. I don’t dress up, usually.” The two started to bombard me with questions on what I make, wondering if I could make them something as well. Asking to come over and see it themselves.

I wanted to die in a hole, the heat on my face was easy enough for them to know my embarrassment. “I don't know,” tilting away from their looks, “Maybe next time…I'll think about it.” Hearing their rambling of ok’s and excitement. Obviously I wasn't used to getting that sort of attention for something I do.

Isaac leaned on the couch, the side I was trying to keep my face hidden. “Then what about a snack? I think we have some fruit if you want that instead.” He wasn't going to quit, and I wasn't either. Our stubborn sides showing through. But I couldn't help it, the way he smiled at me, like he was actually worried about me. And this time I think I was ok with that so I folded.

Why does he have to look so cute? I bit the inside of my cheek, squishing down the flutter in my stomach just from him looking at me. “I guess.” Giving in, huffing at how easy it was for him to convince me.

“So what else are you guys doing today?” Asking the three so I can figure out when I'm able to leave. “I have to edit the video and I don't know how long that'll take,” Nick scratched his head, thinking about the others' schedules, “So I'm not able to go back with you tonight.” I blinked, unsure of what I heard, “Go back where?”

Footsteps were heard, revealing a hyper Tanner like usual. “You guys are eating without me? Lame.” Dragging it out and pouting.

“To your place,” Nick finished his sandwich, “I don’t want you to be alone.” His insistence was getting on my nerves so I went back to arguing, or compromising, with Nick. And Isaac who was about to chime in when he handed me some fruit. “I'll be fine tonight. If anything happens then I'll call. You don't need to babysit me.”

“We're not ‘babysitting’.” Nick got up to throw his plate away. “It's just..” He tried to find words that didn't make it seem like they didn't trust me alone. A toddler who couldn’t walk yet and just crawled around on the floor. Which I guess are my only capabilities right now.

I rolled my eyes, “It's just you don't trust me and think I'm gonna break my other leg or something, from like, slipping on a banana peel.”

Isaac chuckled at the comment but I wasn't sure about Nick, his back was facing me. Maybe it wasn’t a good time to humor my way out of this. “Look,” Reiterating my point, “If I need something then I'll call one of you guys. Nothing bad will happen in one night.” I rubbed my eyes, afraid of getting any more heated in the conversation. Shoving the cold fruit in my mouth to distract from the sting in my eyes and the bubbling forming in my throat.

Isaac hesitated to say his own thoughts and looked to Nick. They shared the same look of worry but didn’t say anything out loud, wanting to discuss this on their own without the others hearing.

“Depending on how long it’ll take to edit,” Nick checked something on his phone before facing me, “I can take you back tonight.” I hummed, half-assed thinking it over.

Straining out a nice tone. “Maybe, sure. We can figure it out later.” He headed towards his room before stopping. “Oh, can I include you getting hurt?” Nick asked. I scoffed, “Yea, milk it like a cow’s titty.” And immediately laughing at my own joke then somewhat embarrassed for saying that. “But yea,” nodding at the idea, “You can add me getting hurt and going to the hospital, or whatever you want.” He nodded and left, shutting his door to work.

Tanner finished making his food and sat down on the couch between me and Larry. They began to talk which gave me time to check my phone. Feeling fifty-fifty on what I do or don’t want to see. But it was obvious how much I really wanted a message to pop up, my hope dropping into my stomach. No matter how long I stared at the screen nothing would show up.

My face must’ve shown how upset I was. “You alright?” Tanner faced me with his usual dopey grin. I hummed a yes, going back into the emptiness and zoning everything else out. Larry gives a small side eye and then goes back to normal with Tanner.

At this point, those two are messing around and watching- who knows what- and I’m left to think. A bad choice in my opinion. But it is a good distraction from what’s really happening.

I don’t want to deal with any of this. Maybe I should’ve stayed home, I have my favorite blankets there. My leg itches- fuck, I can’t scratch it. That’s gonna bother me. A lot. I wanna leave, just another hour and I can ask Isaac to take me back.

My hair feels like it’s sticking to my neck and face, so are my clothes. Maybe I was too in my head. I hate that feeling. Everything is burning up, I know I’m sweating. It always happens when I don’t want it to. I need to calm down but how can I? Everyone’s watching me, judging me. Why wouldn’t they? I would do the same. I'm taking up space in their house and can't do anything for them in return.

Instead of practically dying on the couch, I went to the bathroom. With some trouble and a wobbly balance but reaching it in time before I had a full meltdown.

Slowly breathing in and out. The warmth from my hands feeling the cold porcelain sink, grounding me way better than I thought.

Do they have a fan? I should turn that on. But I’ve already been here for a minute. They’ll wonder why I didn’t turn it on sooner. Would it be weird if I do it now? Yeah, it would. Just don't make any noises like someone's in here.

I psych myself out, taking a seat on their toilet instead.

It’s not that much of a shock that their bathroom is in need of a clean up. Matches the rest of the house- from what I’ve seen. Their voices were heard even from this distance, making me wonder how much soundproof they need in their own rooms. Though I got used to their loudness, a small headache was forming.

Forcing myself to take a deep breath and heaving myself up and back out.

Tanner and Larry were watching videos. I couldn’t see Isaac anywhere, thinking he went into his room for a break of his own. In my bag was a half empty bottle of headache medicine, taking one with some room temperature water. They looked busy so I didn’t disturbed them and headed out the back door.

Careful grunts and steady feet flowed all the way to the wooden bench, or bench swing, they had. It sat under one of the trees that shut any prying eyes out, shadows easily covering every inch on a rainy day like this. Dew covered the mowed grass, blinking in the sunlight. Wood shifting under the sudden weight.

It’s funny. With how big their house is, how many rooms they have, it doesn’t seem like any of them like to hang out in the backyard. But it’s perfect when I need some alone time. Or when I really want to scream my head off like a headless chicken…that can still scream. Maybe freaking out and overthinking senseless things is better than worrying about the doom of my sister deciding to reply.

Third time’s the charm, right? Three is my lucky number. I just wished something would appear and make it true.

Maybe she changed her number.

It was a pathetic sight. Convincing myself that's the reason why and not because my sister lost a sympathy bone. For the only sister she...had? Has? Does she still want to be my sister?

She can't be the only one I blame, I blame myself too. Like I have been for years. The only thing I know how to do right. There's no way I can mess that up.

‘The phone works both ways’ said by anyone who hates being alone but doesn't want to admit it. That sentiment is only true when you're desperate enough to do anything to get them back.

And I think that's what I'm doing. Contorting the doubts into something digestible. Almost to the point of throwing it back up just to taste the acid.

I don’t have anyone to spill my guts out to. My phone contacts are barely a swipe long; having the guy's; sister if she kept her number. My mother who I blocked once I moved here. I never had my fathers number, and I don’t want it either.

My grandparents. Sending texts to both from time to time, only getting a response from my grandma. Never giving myself a second thought about deleting my grandpa’s number, he was usually a call type of person instead of texting anyways. She still pays for his number. But now I just listen to the voicemails he sent. His voice is the only thing I can come close to remembering on my own. Everything else is fading away in my forgetful mind.

Checking again, nothing. It's a lost cause at this point. The possibility that she never wanted to talk to me again is fine, I just wished it didn't make me feel like crying. Or wanting to throw my phone at the wall. Throw a tantrum from the lack of attention.

The back door opened. Shutting just as quickly and footsteps being muffled from the grass, coming closer to where I was sitting. I didn't bother to look at who it was, waiting to see if they would say something first cause I knew I wasn't going to. All they did was take the seat next to me, creaking the wood with it.

They sat there for a minute, not saying anything, letting his hand tell me who it was. And it was easy to figure out.

“You doing alright?” Isaac softly pushed his feet, causing the bench to swing with the wind. “Yea, I'm cool. Just had a small headache.” It wasn't a complete lie. Even if I couldn't see his face, I knew he was staring at me.

Humming, “What're you doing?” He didn't want to say it aloud, but there was a feeling of tension, one I didn't notice.

It's called life when someone can't answer a message right away, so it's easy to just say that. And yet, the words were stuck in my throat. Twisting in a way I thought wasn't possible.

“I texted my sister.” Heat creeping up my back and sweat threatening to make me uneasy and squirm again.

A complete surprise and confusion of blurting that out. And I don't think he did either since his foot slipped when he went to push again. “You have a sister? That's cool.” His tone gave way of a question rather than a compliment. There was another question on his tongue, but he didn’t want to say it. And unfortunately, I wanted him to ask.

Humming since I didn't trust my own voice. “So you told her what happened?” It was like a game of 20 questions with him. Each one makes me want to drown a drink.

“No. Not yet.” Diluting myself with courage to look at him. “I mean, what am I gonna say? ‘Hey, I just broke my leg and have to be in a cast for a month. But I'm fine, nothing to worry about’.” Laughing at the ridiculousness. The floodgates could burst out if I try to say anything else about it. Say anything about the issues I’ve had for years now, building up.

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe ease into it,” Tracing his fingers of the wooden swirls and lines, “Don’t start off too strong. Just tell her like you normally would.” I scoff and roll my eyes.

Isaac makes it so obvious sometimes that he’s an only child, never able to understand how siblings act. And especially sisters at that. None of them would, which makes it a bit harder to even talk to them about this kind of situation. Standing by myself in trying to navigate through this.

“Yea, my problem is that I’m not normal,” Leaning back on the bench, “I can’t be normal around her, she’s- was, the same though. I freak out around her, I rather freak out about you-” I catch my tongue, “A-arou-around you. Around anyone really, I freak out when I leave my apartment sometimes. Most of the time really. That’s what I do.” Awkwardly laughing and hoping he joins from the slip up.

Why am I talking so much? I wanna kill myself.

Thankfully he doesn’t question it…for now. Looking at me like I fully said something crazy and showing an amused but confused smile. “So you have an older sister?” Guessing correctly. “Wow, you’re surprisingly right. How long did it take you to guess that?” I look at him with a mocked shocked face.

Rolling his eyes and playfully nudging my shoulder. “You never mentioned her before, why not?”

“Why would I?” Looking over at him and covering it up with a mix of nodding and shaking my head, “I mean, she doesn’t live here. So there isn’t a point to bring her up.” Curling up inside myself.

There wasn’t a way to know if Isaac knew how much those words weighed, but he knew how to lift them. His gentleness contrasted my strained language. Yet our voices overlapped the soft hum of blowing winds and the rhythm of insects. Everything about this shouldn’t be so smooth, yet I’m willing to pass this by. And not everything has to have me grieving over the smallest things. A bad habit I’m still trying to get rid of and learning to correct- that I still forget to do.

I sigh for the millionth time. No new messages.

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We watched the oversaturated, idiotic video they chose before I heard drops outside. More sprinkling. And it was confirmed by it harshly picking up and hitting the window, calming down afterwards. “More rain, seriously?” Mumbling and staring out the window.

“If it gets worse you gotta sleep over.” Larry looked over his shoulder without pausing the video.

“Do I really need to?” The idea of staying the whole night at their place, in a way, terrified me. For a multitude of reasons that I can easily list off. But if I told them the list then they might- or surely- get annoyed at what I have to say, so I kept my mouth shut. Only thinking about the worst case scenarios and very exaggerated things that’ll most definitely never happen, cursing my brain.

Being lonely for a really long time and being a hopeless romantic is not a good combo. Or anything else for that matter.

Tanner chimed in, already decided on me staying. Going over the different kinds of games we can play. Like a typical sleepover: inviting bloody Mary and summoning demons from the over world. Old, half lit candles would complete the séance.

Isaac talked over Tanner, who didn’t care about being ignored by us. “If you get the cast wet it’ll be bitch to deal with. It’s better to stay here.” His eyes burned holes on the side of my face. I knew I had to say something, like agree with the logical reasoning, but I couldn’t bring myself to. And it seemed like my thought process was plastered across my face cause he tried to convince me to stay.

In his own odd ways. “If you stay, then you can see how much better our couch is.” I laughed, confused on why he came up with that. The rational part of me told me to sleep over for the night. Then the other part wanted to scream and just walk back to my apartment.

“My couch wins, no competition.” Crossing my arms and slouching further into the cushions. Reluctantly agreeing to stay the night. But overall he took it as a win. I'll give him that…and only that.

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #the group x reader #the group chat podcast #the group chat #the groupchat #isaacwhy #isaacwhy x reader #larry croft #bigt #softwilly #yumi #tgc x reader

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basedkikuenjoyer · 1 month ago

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Somewhere Over the Rainbow

I pretty much had two obligatory choices for this title for reasons that will become obvious later. For best effect, you can go ahead and pop open this link in a new tab. Wow is this a cool chapter. So let's start where it starts and that's this little giant boy Collon. Who we've seen before. It's cute and he's scooting off to the banquet after checking in with Giant Makino. In spirit. Giant Makino for real would be too much to handle.

What I find most interesting though is how this little segment frames the rest of the chapter. Particularly with Shanks here. It's not just the first of three times we have a character giving a reminder like this. It's how it builds off of the rest of the scene too. Time matters, and we'll get to the really big way it does. But it starts with the barmaid mentioning Dorry & Broggy would stay here drinking for days if they stopped by. That's an interesting concept and one that makes sense based on what we know of the giants. Their lifespan is so much longer it makes everything they do take longer. That's our introduction to them; a century-long duel after all. I want you to think about that with the much more grave warning we'll leave off on. How it builds off of a previous arc where we were in a rush to leave events that didn't have much to do with our main crew and the one before it we spent a rare prolonged stay on. The world is moving fast and we really don't have any point for the Straw Hats to stay on Elbaf. That matters.

But forget all that nerd shit and look at the fun whimsical pirate adventure moment! Instant favorite panel, immediately on par with the other cool ones like the Knock-Up Stream and climbing Wano's waterfall. This is a part of Norse mythology by the way...though probably not the type your cosplay tough guy Viking enthusiasts obsess over. Called Bifrost, the rainbow road from our world to the realm of the gods. For what it's worth, as much as I dig Miss Goldenweek and her Rainbow of Dreams...another interesting parallel since we meet her around the giants too.

I just love it. It's wonderful and fun and cool and makes me so happy to finally see Elbaf. Same with the village. Nothing much to analyze, just want to note that this is something so long awaited as much for me as it is the crew. I've mentioned it before, but reaching Elbaf holds special significance for me given I originally caught up to the manga on Oimo & Kashi. Just a cool, iconic moment that I know is gonna stick with me forever. I even got a little misty eyed. I fuckin' love One Piece y'all.

Okay, so back to the plot. Who's next? Goldberg, Gerd, and Luffy meet up! We also saw Hajrudin on the rainbow and everyone comes together pretty quickly tbh. I thought the stuff with Gerd cooing over Luffy was adorable. Gerd is adorable. Sanji simping over such a sizeable woman was neat too. Also liked them beating up creepy Road.

But this bit with Loki? That's intriguing. Especially when it's framed the same way as Collon's little flashback to Shanks. Though not the same concept as that and what we'll get to...the point is not dwelling too long here right? Well Loki is probably what the threat of doing that hinges on. And this is a potentially bad outcome for Luffy here. Quite dangerous he's keeping the secret and there's apparently some kind of promise. Sure it'll be interesting to see what comes of it.

But this is what we're all really here for. I mean, the rainbow road is great and all but it's just a pretty scene using Norse mythos for inspiration. This though? Ohhh mama is it right up my alley. Do you remember the last time we saw Louis Arnot? He's the author of Brag Men, the book Nami read from to recognize Little Garden. Cool callback. But the content is what matters here. First of all because he's taking the place of our usual narrator. Which is a concept I've been high on since Wano. Because this narration is an in-universe character it opens up questions of reliability. Arnot hasn't steered us wrong before, but it's there.

"Do not linger in this land for long." Why!? That's gotta mean something. It makes me wonder about Shanks taking off as quickly as he did. It makes me think about getting sucked into some Loki plot a lot more. But simply...why? Could it be some time screw thing? That could be bad if you have some kind of Narnia Time aspect when the world's on fire. Or maybe there's some aspect of the geography that's hazardous. Or it's just really easy to run afoul of giant politics.

We'll have to see. But hidden here is something else intriguing. The silhouette. Is that the guy saying "come" a few chapters ago? He's normal sized. I definitely agree with the common theory that he looks oddly reminiscent of the figure we saw drinking with Crocus long ago in a cover page. I also like the idea of Scopper Gaban for who that could be. A former Roger Pirate could be interesting. With Elbaf being the last real foreshadowed island and Luffy being about as high as he can climb before reaching the Pirate King level...probably gonna end up with at least a lead on the final road poneglyph. Or at least finding a poneglyph. They tend to show up with nonhuman races. We'll have to see there too but it all makes sense for a purpose of being here.

#one piece #chapter 1132 #mysterious musings

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pleucas · 3 months ago

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this is said with no malice towards you i love your art!! i like you!!

also not capitalizing chuuya's name even tho i have better humor than this

this is going to be loooong but i never read a more stupid ask….

i don’t hate skk bcs i use my brain and see that they’re actually good and a fun ship when someone isn’t ruining it. what i hate is most skkers being unfunny towards Dazai and the continuous mischaracterization of him just to make chuuya look better (mostly chuuya stans but also dumb Dazai stans are guilty of it)

and no Dazai isn’t the worst and chuuya doesn’t deserve better in fact i think yall can’t handle a person with mental illness and a fake persona he clearly put on people always demonize him so i think saying he’s the worst and chuuya isn’t proves my point. they both EQUALLY did the same bad things Dazai isn’t more toxic than chuuya it’s more like Dazai is the one who’s going back to a toxic ex (mind u chuuya was ready to hurt or maybe even kill some of the ada members people Dazai obviously cares for)

the skk hater? who loves chuuya and hate Dazai because they know chuuya’s character will never be as important or as impactful on bsd universe as Dazai’s noted.

if you love chuuya and hate Dazai your opinion about Dazai is immediately invalid like i think they just know no bsd character can be better written and more interesting than Dazai he's what keeping bsd good (and Fyodor i liked him in the last chapters even more)

imo if chuuya keeps appearing he'll just get boring🤷‍♀️ because most of his storyline is over

Dazai on the other hand always entertaining and deep and there’s a reason he’s involved in everything and never forget everything he did for chuuya stormbringer would be nothing without Dazai helping chuuya from the shadows and chuuya knows it but i guess people will still makes him the bad person in skk when he’s the one trying to change and be better person

also Dazai is someone who’s storyline is still on going as well as we know almost nothing about his past or what actually goes on in his brain i can say three things about his backstory and that’s it.

sorry for rumbling i can’t take that level of stupidity

pls don’t block me im not evil…..

holy shit we got cross-ask beef. this is insane

i'm gonna lowercase Both their names because i think this is the reasonable next step. LOL. & i'll also ramble a bit to match ur freak!

i will strive to clarify that me agreeing that dz=worst chuuya deserves better was, as i specified, "on a generalized scale" — on a very, very, VERY surface level this is a jokey way i've seen a lot of skkers talk about their relationship. more of an inside joke atp ig? idk. srry if that wasnt clear

but i do think it's valid to dislike a ship because you don't like one half of it. i totally get how dz's character can piss ppl off, esp if ure missing lns and mangas (which rimu wasn't, but they watched the anime first so the precedent was set). i found the first part of their thesis to be pretty funny actually, just (again) taking it at face-value.

it's also understandable that they try and dissect dz then miss the mark by a mile LOL. but again, can't be blamed if you hate the guy and thus don't read into him too much, which i think is a reasonable way to consume media... probably more reasonable than me. hence why i didn't respond with my own thesis paper. overall idk man it's not that deep, i've been having fun with rimu and i'd advise y'all to also be silly w/ ur Budgeted RPF Dead Author Yaoi, it'll make things a lot better

abt what you've said, i think dz and chuuya can't exist as true characters w/o each other, unless you fundamentally change their truth. a lot of their good & bad (& inbetween) sides are exposed through their relationship, which i believe is asgr's very interesting way of employing "show-don't-tell." i don't think chuuya's storyline is over, because dazai's isn't, and vice versa. this doesn't mean i don't think they have their own arcs, just that these arcs Must involve the other — if dz's main conflict is good/bad + the mafia, chuuya is his biggest amiable tie to it, and if chuuya's conflict is his self + power, dz must be there for corruption. there's more to say there, but again i don't want to feed rimu's claims of us all being dormant essayists LOL

we got dz glazer and rimu, D1 dz hater. and cheese anon.

#casasks #rimu saga #am i instigating???? i cant tell #but this is really entertaining idk is that evil of me #bsd is fucked up cuz all these takes are lowkey valid and back-uppable #asgr the absolute mastermind that you are

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 5 months ago

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||From Cage to Leash (Weekend Break) - Saturday Morning

Hi dears. Peahen mom is here and I'm going to add a chapter to this is OVA of Cage to Leash. This is a drabble OVA series that @demon-blood-youths started.

It's a prequel to An Officer's Corruption, a story that I started but we both add more chapters as the series goes along. If you wanna see where we are or wanna catch up, the chapters are down below.

||OVA chapters so far||

OVA Part one

OVA part two

OVA part Three: Friday Morning (part 1)

OVA part Four: Friday Evening (Part 2)

((Your reading part Five: Saturday Morning))

||Drabble summary||

After that night, Kisho was now on his way to meet up with the remaining member from the Q named Kokun after the other two were found and taken care of. Now, it seems the last one was growing desperate to get away before Sukuna gets his hands on him. However, this morning is when he meets up with Kisho but he won't expect the guest that follows them. Who would this be? Read to find out.

||Warnings||

~Mature Themed is present in this

~Dark theme is present in this chapter

~Death will be present later on in drabble

~Blood is present in this

~Violence is present in this

||Guests in this drabble||

Yuuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, and Sukuna Ryomen belong to and is from from JJK. Their also belong to me due to rping them as muses.

While the OC named Kokun and Kisho Hashimoto from @chunibyo-x-sorcerer. This is a side blog that belongs to @demon-blood-youths

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please. Also as I warned: This drabble series is a crime!au. Meaning it's heavily mature with violence, blood, death, etc. It also does contain heavy sexual themed content. If your under 18, please don't read. Thanks for understand and enjoy.))

Another new day as started but it is now the weekend. Saturday has come and it's a pretty chill morning. The University still had some people coming in or some doing classes. Most came to chill for the weekend which was fine. Right now, it seems two people were waiting about only to show another there who was gripping a bag strap.

Kisho Hashimoto was nervous yet scared, seeing the university cafe up ahead. He knew Kokun was waiting for him in there and he was either really pissed off or just nervous like Yuji said. Well, he will take his chance to know.

"So he's in there like he said right?" Yuji was beside Kisho who slowly nods seeing him. He was sitting in the cafe getting a drink but he seems calm but Yuji knew he was scared out of his wits right now.

"Y..Yeah. He's in there waiting for me to meet him."

"Alright. Now, remember what we talked about. Just go ahead and meet him and when you both part ways, it'll be all over. I assure you." he rests his hand on his shoulder but Kisho was nervous. He didn't want to keep Kokun waiting but he knew today would be the very last day he'll see his face ever again.

"A..and what about-"

"Don't worry Megumi is waiting for my signal after you finished speaking to this guy. For now, you go ahead and 'meet' with our friend here. We'll be near by if anything happens alright?" he smiled.

"O...Okay." he said as Yuji pets his head already finding him precious to see Kisho head over to the cafe. Yuji watches him go but he keeps his arms crossed. Seems his little bird will be fine but if things do get bad, he'll be sure this asshole regrets it.

~~~~~~Inside the university Cafe~~~~~~~

'Damn that idiot. Where the hell is that birdstain? I told him to be here at 10 and he's fucking late. Grrrrr, that's it. I'm going to fucking kill his family and those little shits after I get out of here.' he was standing up about to leave the Cafe.

"Uhhhhh Morning Kokun."

He stops to turn, seeing Kisho standing there while holding a hand up. The other said nothing but a cold glare shows on his face making Kisho nervous.

"S...ahem, sorry for being a bit late. I was just trying to get over here after over sleeping a bit. So, I hope I wasn't keeping you-"

"Oh shut up and sit down." He said as Kisho winces from the tone in his voice before he did sit down. Kokun also sits down but he was still mad at him. Now the two were sitting down as someone offers a drink for Kisho but he refused kindly as they walked off. However, he was nervous to speak knowing that Kokun was glaring at him, almost shooting daggers at him.

"......"

"S..so...what did you want to talk about?" Kisho said starting some conversation.

"You know what we are going to talk about you shit stain. About the mission and how you fucked it up." he had his arms crossed but Kisho looks at him then away.

"I told you what I said last night, Kokun. He deflected it away taking on damage. I know your angry at me thinking I missed but I assure you I didn't."

"You didn't? But you fucking did. Thanks to that miss, Sukuna sent some of his guys after us and now Haruto, Bayer, and Useaka are fucking dead." he hissed that Kisho sweatdrops a little nervous at his tone.

Yeah he was not happy right now.

"I..I know since you told me but listen, I wasn't trying to-"

"Oh sure you weren't. I bet you did this just to try something funny when clearly thanks to that miss you screwed us!" he said now getting mad that Kisho was nervous.

"E..easy Kokun. Your going to make a scene here." he said trying to calm him down knowing this is still a well known cafe. However, the other still was mad that he did calm down slightly. However, Kisho was nervous seeing how his nails dig into the palm of his hand bleeding a little. Was Kokun that nervous?

~~~~~Outside~~~~~

"Hey, anything happening?" Yuji asked from his phone seeing this from behind a tree. He can see how mad the other was but seeing how Kisho flinched a bit from the yells got Yuji a bit heated. This asshole really was scared but doing shitty things to piss the tiger off.

'No but i do see this from a hiding spot. Seems you were right. He's scared as fuck right now because he don't know who could be trying to kill him.' Megumi said but he lowers his spy glasses to see the other and Kisho talking. 'But right now, I'm still waiting for your signal till we take this asshole away.'

"I know..just a bit longer till they are done Gumi. Then you can take him away." he said still watching.

~~~~~Inside the Cafe~~~~~~

"So I shouldn't blame your ass for the failed mission since you couldn't even kill him?" He asked still mad.

"I told you what I know and you know what I said. Please, if you just let me explain I can tell you-"

"And why should you? You fucked up everything and now Q is no more but me and you. Honestly, I don't know why I even bother. I could just fucking kill your ass too since you messed up." he said to see Kisho tense. "But I couldn't. That would make your damn family upset won't it?"

"........."

"Thanks to you, I bet you did this to throw us off and get everyone almost killed!" he said.

"No! That's not it! I did the mission and tried to as you told me! I wasn't trying to throw the mission!" Kisho raised his voice back but everyone looks to them that Kokun and Kisho looks seeing that. All Kokun did was sigh but gets up and grabs Kisho's wrists.

"Come on, were talking outside." he said as Kisho winces from the grip being forced to follow him. Now the two were heading out the cafe somewhere near by to talk. However, Yuji looks that he didn't say anything to keep following but stays out of sight.

Once they were outside, Kisho was stumbling to catch up with him. His grip was painful that it was hurting his wrist a little. "E..easy Kokun. I can walk myself. Your hurting my wrist!" he said with one eye open and the other shut before he got forced forward and slammed into a wall that Kokun grabs his shirt to keep him against the wall.

"!?"

"Don't start Kisho. I know this is your fucking fault. You messed up and now most of the team is dead. I know you had some idea to do this so throw it all and get Sukuna on our asses. It's true right!?" he said that Kisho winces from his grip.

"Kokun please, it's not li..like that. I tried like you t...told me. I didn't mess up. I took the shot, I tried and he ended up blocking it. I swear, I wouldn't lie to you."

"You are lying to me!"

Please, Kokun you don't understand-" he got slammed against the wall again that Kokun looks at him more mad.

"I don't understand!? You fucking shit!" he said mad that he glares to drop him but throws a punch into his stomach.

"!?!" Kisho coughs hunched over as he holds his stomach falling on his knees. However, that's when he kicks him seeing Kisho hit the wall.

"This is all your fault! You had ONE job! One damn job and you messed that up! Because of your fuck up, the guys are dead! We are the only two left, and our asses are targeted by Sukuna! All because you FUCKED UP!" he shouted now hitting him hearing pained yelps from the phoenix. Even seeing some specks of blood from him.

"I should fucking kill you myself because you messed up!" he shouted as Kokun raised his hand about to hit him again he stops to look at him. He saw Kisho finch in pain from the punches and kicks now laying on the floor against the wall.

A sigh leaves him hearing the coughs the other lets out till he bends down near him.

"You know, I really should just go ahead and end it. Maybe I should kill your damn non-sorcerer family and those shitty brats for blowing the mission. I'm sure they won't know what hit them when I do." He glares at him with a killer expression but Kisho was shaking curled up on the ground while holding his stomach. However, he hissed when feeling some of his hair grabbed by Kokun.

"Or better...you can make it up to me by helping me find new members. It still fucking sucks we lost the guys but I'm sure you can make up for it or better yet; you Will. Because if not, I'm going to make your life a fucking nightmare. Do you understand me?" he said but saw Kisho wincing in pain as he opens his eyes looking at him.

"P..Please d..don't hurt my family....or my friends. Please I..."

"I said do you understand? Don't make me repeat myself you bird stain.." he said.

".....Y...Yes, I understand.....just please..don't hurt them." he begs only for Kokun to look at him but drops him.

"Good. Be sure you meet up later tonight. I've already sent you the info on the meeting spot and what I was able to dig up after what happened. We are going to find another way to take down the target for real. Just don't fuck up this time you get it?" he said as Kisho slowly nods still laying on the ground as he sees Kokun turn to leave but he walks off to be sure no one saw him.

For now, Kisho was laying on the ground but he had his eyes shut trying to ignore the pain. That's when footsteps were heard showing a pair of shoes but someone bends down to reach touching his cheek. He flinches thinking it's Kokun.

"Easy little bird, it's me." Yuji saw all that but right now, he was not happy right now. Kisho slowly opens his eyes but looks up to him while shaking.

"Y..Yuji?"

"Shhhhh......seems you did it. He really was a bit rough on you wasn't he?" he said this in a calm tone but he knew his voice was hiding down the murder intent of killing this asshole for harming his little bird.

As Kisho looks to him, Yuji sighed to carefully help Kisho sit up.

"Are you okay?"

"...Y..Yes..b..but.."

"Hmmm?"

"What about Megumi?"

"Now now, don't worry about that. Gumi should be looking for him...or maybe he's already found him. He's pretty good at finding targets so you should be just fine." he said but his hands rest on Kisho's shoulders while looking ahead.

"So don't worry, it's going to be all over soon Kisho. You'll be free from Q soon and never have to go though that ever again. You'll be safe, your family will be safe, and the little ones too...." he speaks to him gently while looking at him as Kisho looks ahead seeing Kokun gone then looks down.

"......."

His stomach hurt from the hit but he felt Yuji hold him close petting his head. However, he saw Kisho close his eyes before Yuji picks him up in his arms gently.

"Though, lets get you back so you can be treated. You took some hits there little bird." he said walking off and yet, Kisho said nothing curled up now. As he walked, Yuji said nothing while heading to a car waiting for him but that's when Megumi was off finding the 'target'.

~~~~Somewhere else~~~~

"Damn shit stain. I knew I should have fucking dumped his ass. No matter, he'll make it up to me if he wants his family to stay alive. I just need to think of another idea to take down Sukuna once and for all. He won't get away with this." Kokun keeps walking away from the public eye trying to get to a place to be safe. However, as he did, he stops almost like someone was following him.

"Huh?" He looks left and behind seeing no one but it got him nervous only to shake it off. Damn it. Ever since the others got busted, he was a lot more nervous and scared of being it. Maybe he can convince Sukuna's men to go after Kisho. Yeah! They would take him since he was the one that tried aiming for him.

"I better hurry off. I can't be waiting around if my ass is being targeted." he said quickly hurrying. However, as he makes a turn, he crashes into someone to fall on the ground. He winces from that but looks.

"Hey! Watch where your going asshole!" he said but the other said nothing for Kokun to sigh.

".........."

"What? Got nothing to say to me!?" he said almost like he wanted to start a fight but he tenses seeing the other up close. He looked dangerous given his green eyes but he even felt his face pale because of it.

"I'm sorry. I should have looked where I was going though....you look familiar to me." Megumi had his arms crossed but he keeps looking at him.

"Let me guess; Kokun I presume?" Megumi said looking coldly at the other as he quickly gets up glaring at him.

"Uhhh who wants to know! Who the hell are you!?" he said moving back but Megumi sighed to look at him then check something.

"Oh, it's nothing too personal. I just got word of someone with that name being on the run...seems like you did something didn't you?" he said.

"Uhhhh I have no idea what your talking about!? So why don't you fuck off and leave me alone!" he said turning to leave.

"Hmmmm, I don't think I will..." a growl was heard from Megumi making him stop.

"Ha!? What the hell did you-" as he turns about to curse him, his body freezes right away to what he saw. Megumi standing there but it's like some murder like aura was around him. Ready to kill him on the spot. Seeing how Megumi glares at him was enough to make him wet himself.

"!?!" he tries to run away, Megumi was in front of him again to make him trip again.

"!?"

"H..Hey, stay away from me!" he said holding his hand up but Megumi sighed to look at him.

"I'm afraid I can't since you are wanted for a reason. So I'm afraid you're coming with me. Someone wishes to speak to you.." he said seeing Kokun trying to run but only got grabbed as he was taken to a black van with other guys inside before the door shuts closed and drives off.

Meanwhile, Yuji was driven back home but checks his phone seeing Megumi texted him. They got him. A cold smile shows on his lips but looks to a resting Kisho after he healed him.

Later on after getting back home, Yuji had Kisho resting now but he was on the phone speaking to his Aniki, Sukuna.

"So I take it Megumi took Kokun to you, Aniki?" Yuji asked while Sukuna sighed on the other line.

"He did and it was good timing. I was going to send my men out but seems like it worked in my favor." He said but heard pained screams while it sounds like someone was being tortured in there. But he knew who it was to look through the window from his own home. The other will be dead in a few more minutes thanks to the torture he's gone though. He don't even look the same as Sukuna's men showed no mercy.

"Come on, lets rip his tongue out this time! We already cut off two of his limbs already!"

"I say we stab him again!" another one said seeing Kokun struggling in his restrains bleeding to death but he was scared seeing the crazy fuckers doing this. He tries to get away seeing one walk over holding some scissors.

"N..No...No stay away! Stay away! Get away from me! NOOOO!!!"

Sukuna heard a ear splitting scream along with something gushing out. They must have cut his tongue out after ripping his eyes out. Seems he really wouldn't live that long now. However, moving on......

"How is the other brat? Is he okay? You told me this asshole beat him when he was speaking to him..."

"Oh, he's alright. I healed him up so he's good now. Just resting up and yeah he did. I'm glad to know Megumi got him but he won't be a bother to Kisho anymore." Yuji pets Kisho's head but he was seeing the little bird curled up more.

"Trust me he won't........serves him with this Q group right along with his idiot lackeys and leader for trying to take me out. But that's another waste of space taken care of." he said but knew Megumi already headed back to where Yuji was with Kisho.

"True. But hey, thanks to this, he is really mine now right?" he said knowing Sukuna sweatdrops.

"Yes, he is as you stated. Though, as I said try not to break him. You always seem to over do it when it comes to something you want. Just..try not to break him." he said but Yuji laughed with eyes closed.

"I can try but can't promise that brother." he said smiling.

"I know...though, I'm going to go. Once I've taken care of this pathetic roach, I'm going to take a break and relax. Maybe enjoy something nice for once. All this killing tends to make me bored." he said while drinking something. For now, he would be sure his men disposes of the body once they were done.

"Anyway, I need to go. Be sure you take care Brat." Sukuna said.

"Can do brother but I hope you do find someone for yourself too. You tend to be a bit grumpy at times." Yuji smiled.

"......Uh huh....good bye brat..."

"Alright, you too brother! Talk to you later...." Yuji smiled lowering the phone then hangs up while Sukuna did the same. He now was happy, knowing Kisho was free from Kokun. Free from his friends. Free from the Q leader. And free from Q. Kisho was finally free.

However, as Kisho rested, Yuji gently held his cheek while cuddling him against his body. He was seriously adorable and he saw him curling up again. "Awwww, so cute." he said but pets his head too.

'He's safe forever....but now..he belongs to me and Gumi. Both of them belong to me..I'll never let anyone else harm you again my little bird..' he thought while petting him.

Maybe after he gets some rest, he'll play with him or reward him for standing his ground against the asshole. Though, for now, rest was needed for his little bird during this Saturday morning.

After all, they still had plenty of time to play.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #from cage to leash(Weekend break)-Saturday morning #The fractions of NYC #the outside fractions of NYC #demon-blood-youths #peahen writer #demon adults au #crime au #from cage to leash au #collage au

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photogirl894 · 7 months ago

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🥳Photogirl894's "Sun and Rain" Fanfic Three Year Celebration!!🥳

As of today, it has now been THREE whole years since I started writing and posting "Sun and Rain", my Bad Batch fanfic and love story between Hunter and my OC, Kimber!

Crazy how time flies when you're having fun, right?? 😆

I've added a bit more to my story since last year and I'm insanely happy with how it's progressing! This year, the story continued on through events of season one of the Bad Batch (a little slower than I had hoped for, but progress is progress) and there was lots of angst, but also lots of good moments. We're officially halfway through season one! With the show ending this year, it got my thoughts turning more to how Kimber's story would go throughout season three and I think a lot of you will like what I have planned in the future. There's still a lot more to come and at least we know that there's gonna officially be a happy ending 🥰 (Though, I would've had that happen no matter what, but now, I don't have to break canon to get it!)

A huge thank you to everyone on my taglist as well as those who are currently reading my fic! I've gained a few more loyal readers and it makes me so happy! Your guys love, support, comments and messages are what keep me going! 😊

@the-sad-batch , @nimata-beroya , @intrepidmare , @legolkenxbi , @tech-aficionado ,

@ladykatakuri , @d1n0-dan , @sammi9498 , @darthzero22 , @scarlettrose9901 ,

@thebadbatchscyare , @chxpsi , @ilikemymendarkandfictional , @4pplecider , @locitapurplepink ,

@l-lend , @nekotaetae , @eternalwaffle , @merkitty49 , @avathebestx ,

@idoubleswearimawriter , @techs-stitches , @fantasyproductions , @totallyunidentified and @dreamsandrosies

To celebrate the three year anniversary of "Sun and Rain", I would absolutely love to talk about the story with my readers again like I did the last couple years, especially since I've gained a few new readers in that time and I honestly think it's a lot of fun! 😊 I want to know some things you guys like about it so far and I'm curious if anyone has questions for me about it, so once again, I have a list of things anyone can send to me in my ask box: things you can tell me from your own perspective or things you can ask me personally! (For those who may be reading and aren't caught up all the way yet, there most likely will be spoilers, so you've officially been warned 😅)

Tell me...

1. Your favorite moment

2. Your favorite line(s)

3. Your favorite relationship

4. Your favorite chapter

5. What scene/line made you laugh the most?

6. What scene/line made you smile the most?

7. What scene/line made you cry/angry the most?

8. A song recommendation for my "Sun and Rain" playlist that you think fits Kimber or her relationships with other characters and I'll give it a listen

9. What you'd like to see later on in the story (and maybe I'll tell you if it'll happen)

10. Your theories for "Sun and Rain" and where it's going to go

Ask me...

1. Anything you want to know about my OC, Kimber (within reason) or my Koriena Force girls (Lex, Kida and Irys. Any questions about Rina will be directed to @l-lend since she belongs to her)

2. What was my inspiration for (insert scene/chapter)?

3. What was my inspiration for (insert certain line/paragraph)?

4. What chapter am I most proud of?

5. What certain lines am I most proud of?

6. What was my favorite moment(s) to write?

7. What was my least favorite moment(s) to write?

8. For a hint of upcoming chapters/events and how Kimber's role might change certain things (if you want to know about particular upcoming events from the show, please specify)

9. For a sneak peek into future scenes I already have written (though it's mostly dialogue and I only have a couple, so I can only do this a certain number of times)

10. Anything else you want to know from me about "Sun and Rain" or my experience writing it thus far

I look forward to talking about this with all of you! And stay tuned for another fun surprise later today! 🥰 I love you all so much!!

#sun and rain fanfic #photogirl894 sun and rain celebration

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up-in-space-reading · 5 months ago

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Average Weekly Screentime - Chap 6: Vodka Cran and a Countdown

pairing: Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago

word count: 4002

warnings/tags: college au, texting, drunk texting, text fic (mostly, there's prose a few chaps in), bets, bisexual!jake peralta, jake peralta has adhd, parties, drinking and alcohol, sexual references, implied sexual content (nothing explicit, just suggested its going to happen/has happened), friends to lovers, swearing, mentions of cannibalism, lighthearted threats of violence (typical rosa stuff yk), fluff

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Story Summary: texting fic college AU with the squad! It's the beginning of the school year and while everyone else thinks it'll be the same as the previous year, Gina has a feeling things are going to be different and wagers a bet with Rosa and Charles. Told through all the various group chats everyone is in.

authors note: here we are with the NYE chapter finally! its a huge 4000 words so I hope you appreciate it and i'm getting started on the next chap as we speak.

hope you enjoy!! <3

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[11:26am, Sunday]

Cameron: Feeling like a real life barbie doll right now

Ferris: explain???

Cameron: Gina took pity on me and has come over to help me find an outfit for tonight

Ferris: ah yep Ferris: thatll do it

Cameron: I have tried on at least 13 different tops Cameron: Gina said she’s determined to have me looking 10 times better than I usually do apparently

Ferris: i think u look great as u are Ferris: dont need to change a thing Ferris: dont let gina push u around too much

Cameron: Thanks Jake. I won’t :)

[2:36pm, Sunday]

Ferris: havent heard from u in a while and thought id make sure gina didnt destroy your will to live

Cameron: I am being attacked with curlers

Ferris: uh oh

Cameron: Rosa is here too now, the party playlist has been put on and Gina is about to start her makeup

Ferris: didnt you say she was over at yours tho???

Cameron: She showed up with a duffel bag

Ferris: haha of course

Cameron: It’s nice though, I won’t complain about getting to spend time with them, it might even be a little bit fun Cameron: I’m actually excited to see how my hair will turn out

Ferris: draft message: im excited to see you Ferris: if gina has done it then youll look great!

Cameron: Gotta go, Gina is wondering who I’m messaging

Ferris: byeee ames

Jimmy Jabbers

[09:32pm, Sunday]

Four Eyes: Me, Rosa, and Gina leaving my dorm in about 10 minutes. Will we be meeting you guys there or will we go together?

Pineapples: charles and i on the way Pineapples: will see u there!!

Four Eyes: See you there!!

Dance Squad

[09:33pm, Sunday]

G-Hive: amy looks fantastic G-Hive: too covered up but compromises were made

Charlese: Gina you’re not allowed to meddle!

G-Hive: i didnt meddle!!

Scary: technically it wasn’t meddling, she was ‘helping a friend’

Charlese: ugh FINE

G-Hive: youll change your attitude when they kiss at midnight

Charlese: you can’t guarantee that

G-Hive: i cant G-Hive: but i will anyway

Scary: I don’t think one ‘makeover’ is gonna make them wanna kiss each other

G-Hive: you have no sense of romance

Scary: something I pride myself on

Charlese: gtg Jake is giving me weird looks

Amy could tell Gina was up to something when she kept trying to give Amy a specific amount of drinks before they left and on uber ride to the party. She just kept refusing and was grateful when Rosa eventually intervened and got Gina to stop, joining in the pre-drinks with Gina. Amy wasn’t embarrassed to tell them her and Jake had made a bet but he hadn’t mentioned it so she didn’t want to either, it was their secret. She just hoped Jake hadn’t gotten started before the party otherwise the catch up was going to be rough.

For this year Terry and his friends had hired out an entire bar, apparently having thought of the idea after they spent three whole days cleaning the house after last year’s party. Amy could hear the music pumping from the venue before she could even see it, seeing a few girls walking towards the bar in short dresses and suddenly feeling underdressed.

Although, she took small comfort in the fact that Rosa had gone for a similar outfit template to her – dark jeans and a nice top. Gina had done her makeup which didn’t look much different to how Amy usually does it except a little darker around her eyes and a bolder lip colour, explaining that it was a special occasion and special occasions called for something extra. Amy’s hair had been styled in loose, voluminous curls, they bounced around when she moved her head and it made Amy feel glamorous.

Jimmy Jabbers

[09:58pm, Sunday]

Four Eyes: @Pineapples Where are you guys? We’re almost there

Pineapples: we’ve secured a table in the back corner Pineapples: get here quick tho these people are vultures

Four Eyes: Be there ASAP!

Jake spotted Amy immediately from across the bar, even through all the people moving around he saw her. She looked as beautiful as ever and he hoped Charles didn’t hear the little sigh he let slip upon seeing her. He then quickly looked at Charles’ drink on the table before Amy noticed him staring at her.

The three girls arrived at the table looking put out at the journey from the door to the table through the sea of people but seemed pleased to finally be there nonetheless. Amy gave Jake a wide smile and it made him feel all warm inside despite the cool temperature outside.

“What’s the poison tonight?” Amy joked to Jake as slid into the circular booth next to him.

“Nothing yet, what do you want?” He asked back.

Amy’s eyebrows raised slightly in surprise at the question before she collected herself and answered him with a simple ‘surprise me’.

Jake nudged to Charles to get up and the two of them went up to the bar to get drinks for everyone. They came back with their hands full of drinks, Jake had settled on getting him and Amy a vodka-cranberry each. He hadn’t wanted to get a drink she wouldn’t like and it was way too early in the night yet for shots.

Thank you’s and your welcome’s were exchanged as Jake and Charles sat back down, once they were seated Gina then raised her glass in the air.

“Happy new year losers!”

A chorus of ‘happy new year’ responded while they all clinked their glasses together in celebration. They spent a while sitting down and chatting over the loud music, laughing at dumb jokes and taking the chance to fully relax. Every so often someone would go up to get a new drink and make the offer to the table, by the time 11:00pm rolled around Jake and Amy were three drinks in.

Amy felt like going up and dancing, any other situation and she probably would already be on the dance floor but she was sandwiched into the booth by Jake and Charles on one side, and Gina and Rosa on the other.

Rosa then got up to get another drink from the bar and offered to the table, of which Jake gladly accepted after pointing out Amy had finished her third drink. Jake didn’t let Amy hear what the next drink was going to be, opting to text Rosa the order instead and taking great joy in her eye roll.

Bi Besties

[11:05pm, Sunday]

El Baboso: 2 vodka cran El Baboso: 5 tequila shots

He handed her some cash to cover the cost and she was off through the bar, Gina following behind her to assist and get another drink for herself. Not long after Rosa and Gina left, Charles spotted Genevieve and all but ran away from them. Amy couldn’t blame him, and she wasn’t too mad about being left alone with Jake. She couldn’t help but nod along to the music while talking to Jake and was keen to down the next drink and have a dance, and Jake seemed to read her mind.

“Wanna dance after this drink?” He asked, leaning a little bit closer to her to ask.

“Definitely!” Amy responded with a smile, her heart thundering at Jake being close enough for her to smell his cologne.

A few minutes later Rosa and Gina returned with a tray of drinks, Amy’s eyes going wide at the line of shots.

“I did get one for Charles but he’s gone so who would care for a second?” Jake asked.

“Mine!” Gina yelled as she picked up two of the full shot glasses and placed them on the table in front of her, claiming her prize before anyone else did – although, there were no arguments from anyone else at her claim.

The four of them clinked the shot glasses together and downed them, Amy was able to hold back gagging but her face still screwed up in disgust.

“Sorry Ames, I had to do at least one shot” He laughed, and Amy joined in.

“That’s fine, it is your prize after all” She waved one hand in dismissal while the other picked up her drink to have a sip.

After the shots Gina had dragged Rosa to the dance floor so now it truly was just Jake and Amy left, and she couldn’t be happier. She loved all of her friends but anytime she got to spend time with Jake was a highlight of her day, and she wouldn’t rather ring in the new year with anyone else.

“C’mon, lets go dance!” Jake was already standing up and held out his hand for Amy to take.

She took some last quick sips of her drink before abandoning it, knowing she won’t be returning to it, then slid out of the booth and took Jake’s hand. He led them through groups of people to a clear spot on the dance floor, Amy stayed close and held his hand tight the whole time. She had expected him to let go once they had made it to the dance floor but he didn’t, instead holding their hands up in the air as an invitation for her to spin underneath. Once she had realised what his intentions were she spun, causing both of them to giggle. He still didn’t let go after that, and neither did Amy.

They continued to dance until suddenly there was an announcement over the speaker that it was nearing midnight, everyone had started to shuffle around and pile towards to the DJ booth to start the countdown. The screen behind the DJ booth then showed a large countdown clock – 30 second until midnight.

For the first time since getting up, Jake let go of Amy’s hand and her heart dropped slightly. But they both stood next to each other, sides pressing against one another as they looked at the big countdown clock. With 15 seconds left until midnight Amy grabbed Jake’s hand in a moment of confidence, happy he didn’t pull away.

Jake and Amy, along with the whole bar, counted down the final ten seconds until midnight. The place erupted in cheers as it hit midnight, cries of happy new year and confetti surrounded them. Couples littered across the bar were kissing, some a small peck and others taking the opportunity to start an intense make out session.

Amy looked at Jake as the clock struck, yelling out happy new year and wanting to be the one who kissed him but she couldn’t strike up the courage. She also didn’t want to kiss him for the first time in a crowded bar where her shoes stuck to the floor and they were surrounded by strangers.

So she compromised on giving him a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck and she could feel him hesitate for a moment before his arms made their way around her waist and pulled her against him tightly.

Amy could smell his cologne and shampoo, it was intoxicating and made her head spin for a moment as she indulged in taking a deep breath of him. Her back burned where his hands were placed, fingers splayed out and holding her against him.

Once the cheers started to die down and the music play loudly Amy pulled away, knowing she let the hug go one for too long but tucking away the knowledge that Jake didn’t pull away either. She slid her hands to his shoulders and pulled back to look at him directly, not realising how close their faces were until it was too late.

The two of them stood there for a few moments, the rest of the world melted away as Amy searched Jake’s face for... something. Jake was looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read, a look she hadn’t seen on him before. She thought she imagined it when she noticed Jake’s eyes flick down to look at her lips for just a moment.

“Happy new year, Jake” Her voice was laced with longing, speaking to be barely audible over all the background noise.

“Happy new year, Ames” He responded breathlessly, and Amy could only wonder as to why.

This time it was Jake who pulled back, stepping away from Amy and reducing all contact except for holding onto her hand once more and starting to dance. Amy easily followed along and fell in time with Jake and the music once more, acting as if their weirdly intimate moment hadn’t just happened.

Amy isn’t sure how long they spend dancing until her phone goes off, and she can tell it’s a group chat based on the face Jake makes at the same time she gets the notification.

Jimmy Jabbers

[01:42am, Monday]

RoRo: gina sitting on the sidewalk, we’re getting an uber back RoRo: whos in?

Mr Grapes: Don’t worry about me! Will be with Genevieve

RoRo: barf

Pineapples: count amy and i in Pineapples: heading out now

Both Amy and Jake had quickly checked their messages at the same time and nodded in agreement pretty quickly at the suggestion of going home, as much fun as Amy had been having, she was getting tired. The alcohol making her head feel heavy and her legs getting tired from the dancing.

Jake kept a hold on Amy’s hand as they pushed their way out of the bar, people becoming a lot less kind and considerate now that they’d had a good amount of time to drink too much. But much to Amy’s disappointment he dropped it as soon as they reached the door, but even Amy couldn’t rationalise there was much need for it once on the street.

After a quick look both ways they spotted Rosa and Gina a few feet away from the bar entry. Rosa leaning against a building scrolling on her phone, and Gina was sat on the ground with her legs crossed and back leaning against the same building as Rosa.

“Jake! Amy! You’re coming with us?” Gina asked happily upon seeing the two of them approach.

“Of course Geen!” Jake responded, immediately matching her energy, “what are you doin’ down there?” He asked standing in front of her.

“Well I’d blame you for the shots you ordered but it was probably the round after that” There was a slight slur to her words and Amy had to hold back a giggle.

“Ah, makes sense” He held out a hand intending to help her up off the ground but instead she slapped it, giving him a high five that made Jake laugh.

Amy leaned on the building next to Rosa, tilting her head back against it and closing her eyes for a few moments. She took the time to breathe in the cool fresh air after having been in the stuffy bar for a few hours.

The uber arrives a few minutes later and the four of them pile in. Jake sat in the passenger seat while Amy was sandwiched between Rosa and Gina in the backseat, the car ride back was relatively quiet, Jake made conversation with the driver while Gina struggled to keep her eyes open while leaning her head against the window. Amy is quiet as she picks at her nails, too many thoughts of Jake swirling around in her head, a head that was not sober enough to deal with it all properly.

They reached campus and climbed out of the car back into the cold, which was now unwelcome after having sat in a warm car long enough to get accustomed to the temperature. Amy shivered as she climbed out and the four of them began the walk to their dorms.

“I’m gonna make sure Gina gets back safe” Rosa said before grabbing Gina by the shoulders and pointing her in the direction of her building.

“Okay, keep us updated. Goodnight guys” Jake calls out as Rosa and Gina walk off together.

“Goodnight!” Amy quickly called out after Jake.

Gina yells back a giggly goodbye while Rosa just raises a hand over her shoulder in their direction, barely sparing them another glance. Amy and Jake continue their walk together in comfortable silence, although Amy can’t help but feel an unexplainable tension has settled over them now.

Amy can’t help but think about their moment at midnight, she wanted to kiss him like everyone else around them, but Jake just wasn’t that kind of guy. If he wanted to be with her, he would’ve made it obvious by now. The more she mulls over the situation, the more upset it makes her; wanting to be with a man who doesn’t want her back, it’s positively heartbreaking.

It isn’t much longer before they reach the spot her and Jake have to split up to go to their respective buildings and Amy can’t decide whether she’s sad to say goodbye to him or relieved to no longer have to be around him.

“So, uh, did you have fun tonight?” Jake asked nervously, shoving his hands into his pockets and shifting back and forth on his feet.

“I did yeah, more fun than I expected. Thanks to you- and everyone else” Amy had to quickly add the last section, feeling embarrassed at her near slip up.

“That’s good, I’m glad. Well um, I gotta go-“ He pointed over his shoulder with a thumb in the direction of his building.

“Yeah of course, me too” Amy nervously tucked her hair behind her ears, needing something to do with her hands.

There was a beat of silence that stretched on almost slightly too long to be comfortable before Jake finally spoke.

“Goodnight Ames” he said quietly, voice laced with sincerity.

“Goodnight Jake” Amy returned easily, as if saying goodnight to Jake is something she’s been doing her whole life – as easy as breathing.

He gave her a small smile before turning around and walking away from her, leaving Amy standing on the path for a few moments just watching him walk away with his hands in his pockets. Finally, a shiver going through her body prompted her to quickly move towards her building, ready to climb under three blankets and defrost.

When she finally reached her dorm upon closing the door she let out a long sigh, trying to process how the night had gone. She moved around the room getting ready for bed, taking off her makeup and putting on her pyjamas and thinking about how late it was.

As she climbed into bed she thought about hugging Jake at midnight, how she had spent most of the evening holding his hand and how she would do anything to be near his warmth again. She practically falls against her pillow, lying on her side staring at her nightstand with her phone sitting there silently.

In a moment of weakness – and perhaps exhaustion – she opens her phone, the screen bright in her dark room. She navigates to her and Jake’s messages and reads through some of them, staring at the last few messages they exchanged before they had left for the night out.

Reading his messages from earlier in the day, he said Amy looks good just as she is – and Amy would blame the alcohol on the tears shed at these simple words, her heart aching.

Jake is frustrated beyond belief, he feels like an idiot, like a scared idiot. Too cowardly to even tell a girl he likes her. But it’s not just a girl, its Amy – she’s everything.

When he slams his dorm door shut he feels a bit guilty about how the noise echoes, knowing he woke at least a few people up with the force. He rubs his hands over his face and groans in frustration, before walking over to his bed and kicking the leg of it with enough force to make him curse at the pain shooting up through his toe.

The pain subsides after a few minutes but he still doesn’t feel any better, he’s angry at himself and angry at the world for everything. He’s angry that he’s just had a fun night out with his closest friends and now hates himself.

He doesn’t know what to do, other than angrily get ready for bed, leaving his clothes strewn on the floor for future-Jake to deal with. He doesn’t know how he can even manage seeing Amy again, but he knows he won’t survive without her.

Dance Squad

[02:35pm, Monday]

G-Hive: 5 mins be ready

Scary: for what?

Charlese: Post-NYE briefing??

G-Hive: just be ready!

[02:40pm, Monday]

G-Hive started an audio call Charlese joined the audio call Scary joined the audio call

Gina: Okay bitches, lets discuss

Charles: I barely saw you guys after I found Genevieve – she’s here by the way, filled her in on all the deets

Gina: Perfect, so we saw them a few times after you left

Rosa: They didn’t kiss, end of discussion. Can I go now?

Gina: What do you mean they didn’t kiss! Rosa you’re ruining the fun of this

Rosa: Oh no, I’m heartbroken

Gina: The sarcasm is not appreciated

Charles: So they didn’t kiss, how do you know this for sure?

Rosa: Fiiiiine. I know they didn’t kiss because the four of us took an uber together back to campus and believe me, they were not acting like two people who had kissed each other

Gina: Goddamn it! When did Jake become such a loser

Charles: I think that’s a bit far-

Gina: No it isn’t! Rosa, how do you even know for sure? What if they kissed but then felt awkward because Amy is awkward?

Charles: That’s a strong possibility, they’re my friends but I wouldn’t put it past them to make it awkward

Rosa: They just need to bone and get it over with

Gina: No sense of romance as per usual. Well we can find out whether or not they kissed

Charles: By asking them? Won’t that make them feel weird

Gina: No Charles, its very easy – we just ask one of them, probably Jake, whether he and Amy have spoken today

Rosa: That’s actually not a bad idea to get an answer

Gina: Rosa approved method!

Charles: Alright then, who’s gonna do it?

Rosa: Not it

Gina: I’ll do it and get back to you- actually stay on call, Charles I can update you about Sasha while we wait for Jake to answer

Charles: Oh absolutely!

DDC

[02:50pm, Monday]

G: have u talked to amy today??

Jacob: yeah why??

G: no reason

Charles: -why she wouldn’t just tell Matt is so weird-

Gina: Jake responded! He has talked to her today

Rosa: Firstly, Sasha needs to get her shit together, seriously. Secondly, that means Jake and Amy didn’t kiss. For the love of god can I go now?

Gina: Yes yes, bye Rosa

Charles: Bye Rosa!

Gina: Sasha’s honestly losing it-

Jimmy Jabbers

[03:36pm, Tuesday]

Four Eyes: Everyone ready for classes tomorrow?

Pineapples: i was trying to enjoy the last of my no class time :(

Four Eyes: It’s important to be prepared!

RoRo: i’m always ready for anything

Queen G: ill be winging it as per usual Queen G: and ill be slaying it as per usual

Four Eyes: Look on the bright side, we’re halfway now Four Eyes: Almost there!

Pineapples: still got the whole second half tho

Four Eyes: You’re gonna be fine, as long as you keep the momentum from last semester

Pineapples: idk ames Pineapples: holidays changed me

Four Eyes: Uh huh I’m sure they did

Dance Squad

[03:42pm, Tuesday]

G-Hive: god can they get a room G-Hive: im gonna barf

Scary: not even two days ago you were trying to hook them up

G-Hive: and i stand by that G-Hive: i just dont want them being gross in the gc

Charlese: I think it’s cute!

Scary: gross

G-Hive: gross

authors note: As always thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Your kudos and comments keep me going and motivated so thanks to everyone who's given kudos and commented, i love you all <3 I'll have the next chap out as soon as I can but as usual no promises since christmas is coming up and i've got many plans on (unfortunately), but i'll try my hardest!

#alice writes #jake peralta x amy santiago #jake peralta #amy santiago #gina linetti #rosa diaz #charles boyle #fluff #college!au #bisexual!jake peralta #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #multi chap #average weekly screentime

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zerolune · 1 year ago

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₊❏❜ ⋮ ⌒ Chapter 6 - horrors of the night

: ̗̀➛ Pairing : Anton × OC

Synopsis: When Seunghan, Wonmee, Anton and Gwen go for a movie, the horror movie isn't the only horror they face.

Warnings : swearing, a jerk guy.

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"Oh seriously cmon!! It's the last day of our promotions! It'll be fun!!" Wonmee exclaimed, encouraging Eunryung. "No way in hell am I paying to get heart attacks." The elder refused. "Please it isn't fun with just two people!" Wonmee urged once again.

"Yes, researches have proven that watching films with more people provides a better experience due to the adrenaline boost from the movie being balanced out by the endorphins released due to the presence of your friends." Gwen spoke almost robotically, explaining why Eunryung should join them.

"Wow-uh- you're not wrong now- but! Why me though? Why not Yuri or Miyoung?" Eunryung asked, diverting the target. "Miyoung is going for samgyeopsal with her siblings and Yuri has to choreograph for Taemin Sunbaenim." Gwen said again, very mechanically.

"What are you guys talking about?" Sungchan asked as the boys entered the practice room, pretty late. "We are trying to convince Eunryung to see the new Nun movie with us, on the last day of our promotions, would any of you like to join?" Wonmee offered.

"Horror no way, I'm out!" Wonbin and Sungchan explicitly stated. "Hmm sorry I have plans," Shotaro said. "Oh I can come! I love horror!" Seunghan said. "And based on the timings, I'm free!" Seunghan checked his phone for the show timings on some app.

"Great! So, you, me, Gwen and anyone else?" Wonmee looked around. "I have something with my family that night so probably not," Sohee pouted. "I have a meet up with friends," Eunseok said, checking some kind of calendar-schedule.

"Ah well, that's okay, three people should be fine," Seunghan grinned, going over to discuss the timings with the other two. Anton on the other hand, looked around, of course his hyungs knew that he hated anything to do with horror, and maybe the girls forgot about him (sorry Anton), but if Gwen was going- this was his chance.

"Oh I can go! It'll be great to see a horror movie!" He finally spoke up, his hyungs looking at him judgementally. Seunghan was about to say, "But don't you-" before he looked over to Gwen and a light bulb lit in his head. "Alright so four of us! Great!" The boy began walking over to Sungchan who was about to say something and immediately whispered to him, "Hyung, let the lover boy follow his heart-even if it stops during the movie." He then made Sungchan look towards Gwen.

"Ohh, I see," He laughed.

"Alright, soldiers, listen up, 9:30's the movie, so they gotta leave by 9:10, we have to make sure Anton looks his best, in precisely 58 minutes- we would have had a whole hour if Anton didn't argue that he was going to a HORROR movie just because he loves Gwen."

"For the last time-"

"Shut up Loverboy! Soldiers Let's get to work!" Shotaro began parading around, as the boys carried a 6 feet tall boy across the dorm. "Listen you are no way in hell wearing that ugly ass hoodie, wear this denim jacket or lose the love of your life." Wonbin began.

"And we gotta do something with your hair cuz you remind me of when my mom used to cut my hair," Eunseok began ruffling the boy's hair.

Finally they dressed him up-giving him an early 2000's teen movie makeover-not that he needed one. "Now, I know it's gonna be scary, and you will want to die, but under no circumstances will you call for your eomma, we can't let her think you have mommy issues." Shotaro gave the first advice.

"Instead, ask if you can hold hands, just make sure they aren't sweaty," Seunghan said. "What if she says no?"

"Then change your name to Amanda Williams, move to Switzerland and never return- also get a buzz cut just in case." Wonbin advised.

"But relax, she isn't like that, she's a caring person okay, she'll know if you're scared besides she helped you with your bullies, she'll help you with ghosts too, don't worry." Sungchan assured.

"How can you say that for sure though?" Eunseok raised a brow. "Because- I don't know man she feels like my sister, we have been talking quite a lot lately and it literally feels liek we're siblings," Sungchan explained.

"As long as you don't commit sweet home Alabama, Anton shouldn't feel jealous, right?" Wonbin looked towards the boy who rolled his eyes at Sungchan. "Ah don't worry Anton, I wouldn't ever think that way... but now that I think about it..." Sungchan took a dramatic pause. "Why am I helping a boy become my sister's boyfriend?!?"

"You better not do anything suspicious," He suddenly warned Anton as him and Seunghan began moving out the home. "It'd be a blessing if he could even talk to her without stuttering, you shouldn't be worried at all," Eunseok teased. "Hyung!" They heard Anton protest before the door closed.

"Oh Seunghan! You're here, where's Anton?" Wonmee asked as they stood near the snacks counter. "Oh he'll be here any moment," Seunghan smiled.

Anton suddenly appeared out of nowhere, dramatically walking in, making eye contact with Gwen- who was-why was she looking at her phone- goddammit the dramatic entry they planned was useless.

"Oh Hi Anton!" Gwen looked up, shooting a smile. "H-Hey!" Anton tried to look cool. "What's wrong with you today?" Gwen laughed. "Okay, so who's getting the popcorn?"

"Me and Wonmee will take care of it, you both go!" Seunghan quickly ushered the younger two towards the movie hall, a plan being plotted in his mind.

"Ah so I see, Anton does like her! But you know I think Gwen likes him too," Wonmee said as her and the boy were walking back to the theatre with popcorn and drinks in their hands.

"Wait really? But she person-zoned him right?" Seunghan tilted his head. "Bold of you to assume a girl would tell her feelings straight! Why are you so oblivious, don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Oh well my ex yea, she cheated on me," Seunghan sighed. "You got cheated on? You? No way-"

"Get this, with my best friend," he revealed as Wonmee couldn't believe her ears. "That's well- uh- I don't know what to say, how do you feel?"

"I guess it's just life, stuff works like that," he sighed yet again, opening the door and holding it open. "I mean it shouldn't, like you're probably the hottest guy in our group?? Maybe the hottest person I've ever seen? And not only that, you're a gentleman, you're everything? How could they?"

"Woah woah, did you just call me hot?"

"I'm only saying the truth, besides, if you weren't hot you can't be an idol,"

"Sohee's an exception, he's cute as fuck."

"There's always an exception," she smiled, heading to their seat. "Oh look they're sitting beside each other! Our plan worked letsgo!!" Seunghan smiled.

Seriously what the fuck. Anton was one more jumpscare away from dying, how could anyone enjoy this? He was holding everything in him to not scream, and it was only 27 minutes until now, oh how would he even manage anymore?

Unbeknownst to him however, the girl beside him could sense the fear lingering in the boy, so almost immediately, she said. "Anton, hold my hand if you're scared, it'll be alright, it's just a movie."

She didn't give him even a second to respond as before he could say anything, his left hand had already been entwined with her left. He could feel the callous on her skin- from her playing her guitar probably, but it was still somehow soft and gentle. Like an assuring feel that nothing would happen to him.

Anton's heart still raced, but now it wasn't because of fear.

"Please that movie was ass," Wonmee remarked as the group was walking back to the dorm, which was quite close. "I know right, like the jumpscares were cheap as shit."

"I agree, like the cinematography should've been done better to compliment the acting for god's sake."

The three (Anton didn't speak, still reminiscing holding his crush's hand) continued to talk about the movie until they began walking past a 7/11.

"Gyuri Park? Is that you?" Gwen stopped in her tracks, turning back to look at her biggest nightmare. "Ah so it is you," a boy walked over to her, turning her around, getting ahold of her right hand.

"Minjae just leave us be."

"Ah so your hand and your voice both work well now?" He smirked still not letting go. "Let go of her you asshole." Wonmee came in front, shoving him aside.

"Oh Gyuri, you now have other friends and not just that loser boy, hot friends might I add." Minjae said checking out wonmee.

"Just shut up dude," Seunghan said in anger. "Ah you still have guy friends, guess you're still a slut huh?" Minjae only looked at Gwen, who had tears welling up in her eyes.

"Aww jagi, don't cry," he mocked, caressing her cheek. "Don't touch me, you creep," Gwen managed to shout, swatting his hand away.

"Oh feisty, guess you became like this to be more like my type right?" The bully kept laughing as his two other friends joined in, much to the four's despise.

"You know what, just fuck off." Anton pushed the boy, who was shorter than him, alas, Minjae punched him back, almost toppling him to the ground.

"Don't fucking touch him ever again, you jerk," Gwen kicked his shin before taking Anton's hand and running away.

"Guys come quick!"

"Gwen who was that?"

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clanofjones · 1 year ago

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Ghosts of Our Days - Chapter Eleven

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Chapter Eleven: Two's a Company, Three is a Crime

TW: Homophobic language and semi-graphic descriptions of murder.

A/N: Co-written with @theosb0rnway :)

Casey Jones never took the day off, that was a fact set deep in stone. If evil never slept, then neither did she, but this was different.

He needed a day to process the idea that his boyfriend was not just a corpse in an icy coffin, but a being, a SPIRIT, that only Casey could see. He slept mostly, residing on top of the ice box while Raph watched her from afar, hesitant to make a move and not wanting to scare or piss off his lover. He didn't want to be double dead.

The next day was far more productive, and Casey seemed to be in a much better mood after his almost day-long rest. The duo sat at the little coffee table in the middle of the room, Casey writing down ideas for his next moves against Shredder while Raph played with his ghostly sais.

Who knew that whatever you had on your person also went with you to the next life? Raph didn't know much, or used to care much, about death, thinking he was some invincible force that even when battling Oroku Saki as Super Shredder could not be defeated, but now, here he was, thoroughly defeated.

He was dead, and he was spiritually attached to the prettiest lunatic on planet Earth whose only current goal was to kill Super Shredder, not something normal like taking a shower or eating a meal that wasn't packaged. It was an issue, sure, but then again, to Hamato Raphael, Casey Jones was the definition of putting the 'hot' in psychotic.

Said hot lunatic was actually being productive, scribbling some ideas down that Raphael surprisingly approved of.

Ways to get that bastard's attention:

Don't? Nah, that's no fun

Bomb the old mansion

Karai?

Take down Tiger Face

Fish Face

Wolf Dude

Beat the shit outta Hun!

There was a giant scribbled star by the last one, making it officially Casey's favorite choice, despite it loosely having to deal with Shredder. Off to the side, there were little drawings of Casey using various weapons to kill Shredder and his Foot goons, which Raphael tried to ignore as best he could. Then something else popped into the scheming vigilante's mind, a way to get not only Shredder's attention, but the entire city's. A way to make himself truly known. It was a... different idea, but Casey knew she had to throw it out there. For all he knew, Raph might actually like it.

"Hey, Raphie?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"...What 'bout goin' after a cop?"

"A cop?" Raph didn't seem angry, which was a good sign.

"Yeah! Get us actual attention from all the cameras and reporters and shit cause killin' the Foot ain't doin' nothin'."

"Wait, you wanna... kill a cop?" Casey looked at Raph like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was.

"Duh! Hurting one won't do anything!"

"Casey, I agree that it'll get us the attention we need, but if we do that, it's gonna get us attention from EVERYWHERE. We're gonna have to be way more careful about what we do and how we're see- how you're seen."

"So you're... not mad?" Is that really what Casey was focused on right now?

"'Course I'm not mad, Case! Cops are assholes-"

"Damn right!"

"But we also gotta focus on keeping you safe. I know you can pull off the job, but the hardest part is making sure whatever they send after you doesn't find you."

"I can handle it, Raphie. I hate you always rainin' on my parade, sayin' I can't do things like you can. Not like this is my first time dealing with pigs."

"I'm not 'raining on your parade', babe, I'm just scared you can't do this by yourself."

"Casey Jones wo-"

"I know, I know! 'Casey Jones works better alone', but you can't work at all if you're caught, or worse, killed!" Casey sighed, but from behind her mask, he looked like he was in thought, chewing at her bottom lip.

"Alright, I'll listen to you, just this once. So whaddya think I should do after I off the guy? Or lady? Or... what's a word for not a dude or a girl?"

Raph did a facepalm. "It's just a cop, Case, Jesus Christ."

"Yeah, you're right. But what should I do after I off the pig?"

"Lay low. Before you do it, we should go out one last time for food and supplies, stuff that'll last us at least a month or so."

"A month? Hope they got those dumb little number puzzles at the store cause I'm gonna need 'em."

"Sudokus, and yeah. Ya know ya' got me too, babe."

"I know, but now that I can't pin ya down, I've gotta find other ways to keep busy."

Raph swore he could hear Casey smirk and blushed a little, not that he could tell.

"I'm gonna need paint too, and I might... I'm gonna try to stop by my place, get clothes, money stash, firepower, all that."

"Alright."

"Raph?"

"Yeah?"

"...C-Can I let her see me? She's good at keepin' secrets, she doesn't know 'bout what we do, there's no way they could tie me to her if we're careful-"

"Yeah. Tell her Mr. Turtle says he loves her, okay?" "Course, baby. I know she loves you too, a lot. Oh god, she has no idea that you-"

Raph put a hand on Casey's shoulder and grimaced at her natural flinch. "Sorry. Look, don't tell her, it'll break her little heart and nobody wants that."

"I wasn't going to, I'm not gonna hurt my baby sis like that, she's everything I've got left! A-and I left her all alone with Arnold... oh FUCK ME!" Casey slammed her fist down on the table and Raph could hear her crying underneath the mask.

"It'll be okay, Case, I promise."

"Will it though?"

"If we get it done right, yeah. It'll be fuckin awesome."

"You promise?"

"I promise, dumbass."

"Thanks, Raphie boy."

"No problem, Casey baby." Raph put his arms around Casey, and even though she couldn't exactly do the same, he still tried his best. Casey broke the "hug" standing up slowly and stretching herself out.

"Ugh! That fuckin table's so low, it's more of a pain in my back than Donnie!" Raph snorted, standing up through the table.

"So where to, master planner?

"First thing's first!" She smiled through the mask, "I need the rest my gear." It seems Raph had more experience breaking into Casey's house than she did, knowing how to climb onto the ledge and unlock the window so they could slip inside. Casey's room hadn't changed one bit, if you don't count the smell being fifty times worse. Given that it was 1 am, Arnold was fast asleep on the couch, and poor Angel was in the room right next to Casey's, no doubt breathing in that godawful smell and wondering when her brother would come back.

Casey opened the door to the living room, sneaking quietly past Arnold and into Angel's room. He closed the door behind her, softly speed walking over to her little sister's bed. "Angel?" He ran a gloved hand through her hair and watched as the young girl opened her eyes. She seemed scared, and Casey realized it was because of the mask. "It's me, Ange, it's me!" He flipped the mask up to show off his real face for the first time in months. No paint, no skulls, no nothing, just Casey Jones.

"CA'EY!" Angel whisper-screamed, getting up and jumping into her brother's arms for a hug.

"Shhh! Gotta be quiet, lil sis! Don't want Dad to hear me, kay?" The girl nodded, a huge grin still stuck on her face.

"I miss you, Ca'ey! Miss you lot!"

"Me too, Angel, me too." He started to cry, Angel's grin dropping as she heard her sister start to sob.

"Why you cryin', Ca'ey? Don' be sad!"

"I'm not sad, I'm happy! I'm cryin' cause I love you, kiddo. I'm so sorry I left you here, I didn't want to, I didn't mean to, you don't deserve this!"

They stayed like that for another few minutes, hugging while Casey cried, before Angel asked, "Where you go, big bro? Can I come too?"

Casey shook his head. "No way. Casey had to go somewhere far away to keep you safe, and I gotta go back again until I'm done with my job."

"Wha' job, Ca'ey?"

"Somebody hurt me really bad and so I'm gonna hurt them really bad too. Remember how I taught you that? If somebody hurts you-"

"You hurt ‘em too!"

"Exactly! That's exactly right, baby sis!"

Angel giggled, smiling up at her big sister. "When you gonna come back?"

"Soon, Angie, soon. I promise. I'll be back as soon as I can be and then I'll never leave again! I pinky swear!"

"You pinky swear?"

"Always." They locked pinkies and bumped foreheads, making Casey's promise something he could no longer break, not that she ever intended to break it.

"Ca'ey? Where's Mista Turtle?" Casey's breath hitched and he quickly looked behind him to see Raph standing there, silently staring at him and nodding.

"He's... he's back at my safe place, he's doin' alright. Want me to say hi to him for ya?"

"Yeah! Mista Turtle gonna come back too, Ca'ey?"

"Of course he is! We're both gonna come back as soon as we can!" He hated lying to Angel about that, but it was the best he could do for now. He couldn't bear to ever tell her the truth, it was too much.

"He told me to tell you that he loves you VERY much and that he misses your stupid tea parties."

"They're not stupid!"

"Hey, tell that to him, not me! I love 'em!"

"Yay! And I love YOU Ca'ey!"

"Me too, lil sis." He paused. "Hey, Angel? You gotta promise me something now, alright?"

"What is it, Ca'ey?" She bounced up and down on her bed with excitement.

"If you see me on the TV, or hear about me from the bad people in blue, you CAN NOT tell them anything about me, okay baby sis?"

Angel nodded seriously. "Ca'ey in trouble?"

"Big BIG trouble."

"Uh oh! I keep Ca'ey safe from evil people! I help you, big bro!"

Casey smiled, a fresh wave of tears dripping down his face. "Thank you SO much, Angel, I love you, okay baby?"

"I love you too Ca'ey! So SO SO SO MUCH!"

"You go back to sleep now, okay?"

"Okay... Are you gonna sleep too, Ca'ey?"

"In a little bit, yeah. I gotta do a few things first, but then I'm gonna go back and get some sleep with Mr. Turtle!"

"Yay! Casey look sleepy, Casey need sleep!"

"I will, Ange, I will. Can you go back to sleep okay or you need me here for a bit?"

"Can Ca'ey stay?"

"Of course. I'll always stay for you, Angel Jones." He sat down next to the bed as Angel tucked herself into the covers.

"Love you, Ca'ey..."

"Love you too, Angel." It took Angel about three minutes to fall asleep with Casey rubbing her back. The vigilante stood up, slipped his mask back on, and walked back into his own room, Raph following quickly behind her.

"Ya gonna get some sleep now, Case?"

"No. Gotta do a few more things."

"You heard Angel-"

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

He grabbed a giant plastic bag from the corner of the room and started cleaning everything out. All the rotting food was thrown out the window, the clothes and weapons stuffed into a bag, posters yanked off the walls and shoved in as well. By the time the bag was full, the room looked like it had barely been occupied.

"Let's go, Raphie. We got what we came for."

"Whatever you say, Case."

The duo made their separate jumps out the window and fled into the night. Now all they needed was just to get the rest of the supplies for the murder. Ah, Walmart.

The place where you can go at 2 am and nobody, nobody, notices you, no matter how out of the ordinary you look. At least, the security doesn't notice. If Casey got a few odd looks from some equally creepy old ladies, she sure didn't give a flying fuck about it.

As she picked out the biggest package of Sour Patch Kids he could find and put it in her basket, he noticed a little girl staring at him from behind her father's leg at the other end of the aisle.

He wondered why the hell a little girl was in Walmart at 2 am, but once again, it was none of his business. He smiled and gave her a little wave, watching her gasp and wave back.

"Casey, you don't need that."

"Bite me, Raphie." He muttered under her breath. He walked past the little girl and gave her a wink from under the mask, smiling as she heard her talking to her very disinterested father.

"Daddy! Daddy! The boy with the cool mask waved at me!"

"Uh huh. Whatever you say, sweetie."

Casey loved being herself. As she suspected, even with her blood covered clothes and dirtied skull mask, the dead eyed cashier didn't even seem to notice him. He'd just bought all the supplies for a molotov cocktail, homemade grenades, war paint, and some candy just for funsies and nobody cared!

Raph was right, stocking up on things before his next hit was totally paying off! Raph had been muttering to himself the whole time, Casey tuning him out as best she could. His negative attitude was totally burning a hole in his bad girl persona!

He forked over some of the money she stole from the Foot goons to the cashier, who gave him a dead-eyed stare and accepted the bills. Casey doubted she would have spared a second glance if Raph, in all his ghostiness, had been visible to others, not only a mutant turtle, but also a semi-transparent ghost. Then again, the lady did work in customer service at Walmart in New York, she figured not much would surprise this lady.

“Have a nice day– NIGHT! I meant night,” the cashier said, automatically course-correcting, eyes widening briefly as she blinked from the daze that must come with working such a long shift.

“You too,” Casey said as she accepted some bags and exited. A soft ‘whoosh’ of air hit his face as she stepped out of the sliding glass doors with as much vindication as one could when one stepped over a door threshold. Idly, he realized he should probably get her hands on a car. Or at least figure out some mode of transportation other than his own gear.

Shifting the bags into one hand as she walked into an alley, with Raph bobbing around her head, Casey fired his grappling hook.

It caught in a more stable part of the ladder, in contrast to the part of the ladder close to the ground, which was mangled and bent all out of shape.

Casey kept to the edge, so that he ascended in a vertical climb to her stomping grounds. She had to fire her grappling hook twice, the second time impaling deep the ceiling of the small room he and Raph resided in, only ascending again after three light tugs confirmed that the brick wasn’t about to cave, and send Casey to an early grave.

Any time before Oroku Saki’s grave was far too soon, she decided, spreading his newly bought wares on the floor. Investing in an actual table (or at least not a floor that was both freezing and almost definitely infested with any number of roaches and other bugs to make Raph die twice) wouldn’t be a bad idea either.

She dumped the bags down on the ground, grabbing the bag he'd taken from his home and setting it down next to the first one and sitting down on the ground next to the coffee table.

"C’mon Raphie! Don't be a stranger!" The turtle was hanging out towards the window, away from the short excuse for a table, slightly pissed that Casey had lied to Angel's face about getting a good night sleep.

He begrudgingly walked over, not wanting to deny his lover, almost there when his foot fell through the floor. He thought he'd fixed this already! The angry terrapin could hear Casey's cackle as he pulled his foot from the floor, a growl leaving his throat.

"Oh shut up." Casey stopped laughing for once, her face morphing into one of concern.

"You okay, Raph?" Uh oh. Not Raphie, just Raph. That meant he was serious, and serious Casey Jones could sometimes be a scarier creature than the angry, insane, or even pissed sides of Casey Jones.

"I'm fine, Case."

"Raph. I know you're lyin', knucklehead. What's going on?"

"Why'd you lie to Angel about sleeping?"

"I didn't!"

"Yeah, ya' clearly did!"

"No way, man! As soon as I kill a cop, I'm coming back here and we can sleep on the ice box together! The two of us! It's really comfy once ya get adjusted to it!" Raph shook his head.

At least Casey was serious about going to bed, that was a start. She still had a long way to go in terms of mental health, and if he was finally trying to get better, Raph wasn’t about to say no, even if it was sleeping on that godforsaken freezer box that his own fucking corpse was being kept in.

"Alright. I'll sleep on the fuckin’ death box." Casey glared.

"Don't call it that, asshole!"

"Hey, my body box, my choice." Casey looked confused for a moment before shrugging.

"I don't think the saying goes like that, but whatever, dude." Her face softened. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Raphie. I didn't mean it, I promise."

"It's alright, Casey, I get it. You like it cause it's me in there, and you have your own way of coping. I should respect that. I DO respect it."

"Thanks. That um... means a lot, babe." Raph could see a hint of an actual, genuinely sweet Casey Jones smile, taking the moment to sit down next to him, cup her cheeks, and kiss him softly what would be her lips under the mask. Casey gasped before pressing her lips to the inside of the mask.

God, did he miss kissing Raph the normal way, pinning him against a wall, making out slowly until both of them were left breathless. She was pulled out of her thoughts as Raph broke the kiss, setting a pair of pants haphazardly on her lap. "Here." He pulled out a Sharpie too, and the older boy was impressed at how well he could hold it.

"Woah! You weren't kidding when you said you could hold shit, babe! Holy macaroni, you're good!"

They shared a laugh, Casey getting to work on redecorating the old pair of ratty gray jeans. Recreating his clothing took about an hour and a half, two Sharpies, a pair of scissors, half a braincell shared between them both, and an old burner phone playing Casey's "Battle Songs for Fucking Up Bitches" playlist.

Putting on the newly acquired corpse paint took them another hour, Casey insisting on putting the white paint on herself first before Raph saw his face. By the end of it, his entire face, ears, neck, and forearms were covered in elaborate designs Raph took his sweet time making and touching up. Casey put on the first pair of redesigned jeans, slipping on a black long sleeved shirt before adding his Insane Clown Posse "Hatchetman" shirt on top of that.

Her gear followed, then Raph with the bandana, and finally, the turtle lowered the skull mask over his love's face, finally readying her for the best part of the night.

"You look beautiful, Casey Jones."

"Thanks, Raphael Tomato."

"Hamato."

"Tomato, Hamato!" They let out a giggle before Casey started towards the door, taking the regular way out the building for once. It was time to go out and take down one of the worst threats to society.

It wasn't hard for her to find a cop car just sitting around on some random street far enough away from the hideout that he wouldn't be chased back. Casey smirked to himself seeing the guy eating a donut through the side window. She pulled out his spray can, shaking it, letting the black paint attach itself to the wall, starting her latest masterpiece. That ugly bastard in his car didn't like that at ALL.

He made the show of flashing his lights before hurriedly getting out of his car, cuffs in hand.

"Hey kid! Drop the can and put your hands in the air! You're under arrest for vandalizing private property!"

Casey continued to spray the paint, humming some random tune as he went.

"Hey! Kid! Can you hear me? Kid!"

"Oh, I heard you alright. I just don't listen to people as low in this world as you." He laughed. "I don't listen to assholes as evil as you."

"Kid, the only one doing evil is you." He walked over to Casey and grabbed him by his freshly painted arm, causing Casey to flinch and whip around, hitting the cop dead in the face with the spray can.

"Fuck off, grease-hands! My boyfriend just worked for two hours on that shit and I ain't lettin' a no good pig ruin all his hard work!"

The cop stumbled back, blood falling from his nose and mouth. "Alright, ya little faggot," he pulled out the gun from his holster. "No more Mr. Nice Guy."

Casey ducked as the shots fired, pulling out her own gun and shooting the cop in the leg. Unlike him, she never missed his targets. The cop screamed, falling to the ground as Casey pulled out his hockey stick.

"Aw! Looks like Mr. Not So Nice Guy couldn't even beat up a fag like me! So sad!"

The hockey stick swung down once, twice, five times, ten, until the pig was officially down on the ground. Then Casey pulled out a knife, relishing the look of horror on the cop's face as she stepped on top of him, kneeling on his chest and taking off her mask.

"I'm not even gonna lie, this is gonna fuckin hurt! Well, this is what you get for trying to arrest a lady just for makin' his art!" The cop looked mildly confused, but that was replaced by a wave of horror as the knife pressed against his skin.

Casey gave him a false sense of security for two seconds before lifting it up and slashing his throat with one solid motion.

"Go to hell, fag-" The cop choked out, his eyes wide as Casey watched the life slowly leave him.

"How's it feel be killed by a fag? Cause it sounds pretty good to me!" As his head finally met the street, Casey could hear cheering from above him, seeing Raph on the rooftop and waving.

"Look, Raphie! I did it!" He sounded like a kindergartener showing off their latest art project to their mom.

"I know! I'm so proud of you, babe! Now hurry up with that paint, will ya?"

Casey didn't waste another second, spreading the dead man's blood all over his gloved fingers and using it as a paint of its own. She alternated between spray can and blood, finishing up in a few minutes before going back to the cop and wiping the smeared corpse paint off his right hand. Raph smiled from above, so glad Casey remembered his rule about leaving no trace.

Before she left, Casey went over to the car, opening it with his not bloody hand, and grabbed the half eaten donut from on top of the middle console. She climbed up the ladder to where Raph was waiting, gazing down upon her finished masterpiece.

"It's perfect!"

"Is that really one you're going with?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Alright, I just didn't know you were gonna do it."

"But you like it?"

“Of course I like it, Case, I love it! Let's get outta here." They spend the whole way home singing and laughing, Casey reminding himself to wash the blood off her glove so that no one could trace that lowlife's murder back to him. Oh, it really was a good night after all.

Turtles POV

The news was the only thing played on the TV anymore, much to Mikey's dismay, but Donnie controlled the living room now, so the TV was technically in his domain.

The team was all piled up on the benches, sitting down to watch the 10 o'clock news like it was the newest superhero movie, popcorn, pizza, and all.

"This is Channel 5 news, I'm Theresa Merdir. Breaking news, cop murdered on 5th and Walnut, killer leaves behind a disturbing message to all. Warning, this story contains images of gore and violence. Viewer discretion is advised."

The group all looked at each other with worried expressions, save for Mikey who was focused solely on the TV. He gasped as the images were shown, many of the dead cop's wounds, but then they flipped to another chilling sight. Written on the cop's face in his own blood was: ‘Look up’, and the camera did exactly that, showing Casey's boldest artwork yet. April let out a gasp of her own. "Oh my god, Donnie, is that-''

Donnie looked equally horrified, he could only nod and whisper "It is."

In a combination of cop's blood and spray paint was Casey's signature hockey mask next to tall, bold graffiti letters that read one single bone chilling word: "Skullshot."

#ghosts of our days #GoOD #tmnt 2012 #2012 raph #2012 casey jones #2012 rasey #2012 donnie #2012 april #2012 mikey #2012 apritello #fanfiction

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dracarialove · 8 months ago

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📄 F it, I'm posting my finished fics here, too 📄

*Check the 'rouge's heart' tag if you haven't read previous chapters

[Chapter 7: Excitement]

The next week dragged on, Shadow and Rouge keeping in touch while they went about their days doing their own thing. The hedgehog searched for a new job and the jewel hunter continued her work as an agent, asking her aloof friend to join her at a night club after she successfully completed a mission.

"I'm not normally one for clubs..." he said over the phone, an upward inflection in his voice.

"Trust me, it'll be fun." Rouge twirled a lock of hair around her index finger. "I'll help you come out of your shell a little; if you want, I can invite a couple of friends to make it a group thing."

Shadow thought for a moment, then replied, "Alright. If you're going regardless, then I guess it wouldn't hurt to get out of the house."

"That's the spirit," the bat said encouragingly. "There's a lively place down the street from me. I'll text you the address and we can meet there tomorrow at 10pm – that's when they start playing the best music."

"As long as you promise not to abandon me halfway through the night," responded Shadow in a subtly playful tone.

"Of course. I'll keep my wits about me, and if you want to leave early, you have every right."

The hedgehog appreciated her offering a way out if the night went sour, concluding their conversation and continuing on with the rest of his day.

***

When it came time to leave his apartment, Shadow took one last look around to make sure his home was tidy; on the rare chance that he decided to drink, he didn't want to have to clean the next day while his head might still be swimming.

The hedgehog decided to take his motorcycle, the deep rumble of the vehicle thumping through the streets on his way to the club. When he arrived, he parked in the lot behind the musical building, looking around for Rouge's car. Not seeing it anywhere, he sat idly on his motorcycle for a few minutes before deciding to go inside.

Even if she wasn't there yet, he could at least sit at the bar for a bit. As soon as he opened the door, Shadow saw the bat standing near the entrance and looking at her phone. She lifted her head and her teal eyes left the screen to meet with his. A smile spread across her pink lips, the hedgehog returning it and approaching the solitary woman.

"Where are your friends?" he asked.

"On their way. We can grab a drink until they get here!"

"Sure." Shadow turned in the direction of the bar, his eyes remaining on Rouge as he bent his arm at the elbow and stuck it out towards her.

Pleasantly surprised at the gesture, Rouge blushed lightly and wrapped her gloved fingers around his bicep, the two of them approaching the bar together. They each ordered their own drinks and sat chatting until the bat heard her name being called. She turned to see Silver and Blaze walking in, the lavender cat waving.

"Hey, guys!" she greeted, standing from the bar stool.

Shadow turned just enough to speak with them, not jumping up to meet the couple as Rouge was. She introduced him as her friend, the hedgehog unaware that the treasure hunter's friends had already been informed of his presence in her life. He politely nodded towards them instead of shaking hands, mostly remaining quiet as he wasn't ready to converse just yet.

As the four of them grouped together at the bar, Shadow primarily listened to their conversations, giving his thoughts only when asked and not offering up new topics. He designated himself as the one to order more drinks when they'd finished a round, the loner grateful for a few moments of respite from the near-constant chatter of the three friends.

At times, Rouge wondered what the hedgehog was thinking, finding it a bit unnerving that he was so quiet throughout the hour that they spent just talking. She figured he wouldn't be staying long, preparing herself for the moment when he would stand and excuse himself for the night.

But when her favorite song started playing through the speakers of the bustling blue-lit room, the bat saw an opportunity to get closer to Shadow and hopefully entice him into staying a bit longer. She couldn't tell if he was having fun up to that point, but hoped to get another smile from him out on the dance floor.

She turned to him and held out her hand with an eager grin. "Shadow, would you dance with me?"

She saw the hesitation in his eyes – colored a deep purple from the effects of the blue light – but felt giddy when the stoic hedgehog's gloved hand fell into hers. He rose from the seat, Blaze and Silver covertly sharing a knowing look and following them to the dance floor.

Rouge picked a spot that didn't have as many people around, letting the electronic music influence her movements as she and Shadow faced each other. The hedgehog didn't match her energy, mostly tapping his foot and swaying rather than actually dancing.

The bat's friends focused on each other as they grooved nearby, silently bonding over shared dance moves while they avoided bumping into other patrons. Rouge made sporadic eye contact with Shadow in between scattered hip sways and occasional twirls, the man becoming more mesmerized by her as the song went on.

After a while, he got into the rhythm a little more, and a smile slowly spread while his moves started to complement hers a bit better. The woman was ecstatic seeing him jive with the upbeat tempo, biting her lip in excitement and moving in tandem with the hedgehog.

When the song was over, Shadow's movements slowed again and Rouge guessed that he was disinterested in continuing the dance, despite the fun he seemed to finally be having. They left the floor together while Silver and Blaze kept each other company on the vibrant flickering tiles.

The hedgehog declined having another drink as she ordered one, him leaning his back against the bar while she sat on the stool. He lounged with his elbows resting on the bar top, looking at Rouge and contemplating a question as the bartender prepared her drink. When she noticed his lingering gaze, the bat lowered one eyebrow and smirked.

"What?" she asked playfully.

He shook his head a bit, smiling more naturally. "I was just sort of wondering: I didn't see your car in the parking lot – how do you plan on getting home?"

When her drink was set in front of her, she used the small straw to stir the liquid, answering before taking a sip. "I flew here. Didn't really think it was necessary to drive when I live down the road."

"Ah," the hedgehog responded, his head cocking upward in an understanding gesture. He was starting to feel more confident from the couple of drinks he'd had. "Well, if you need a ride back, I don't mind dropping you off."

Rouge grinned again at his offer, catching on that it meant he was willing to stay as long as she did. But it was his next statement that made her eyelids raise as her interest in him skyrocketed.

"I have my motorcycle, so it would be a quick trip." The words tumbled smoothly from his mouth, Shadow not immediately privy to the joy sparking in his company's heart.

"You have a motorcycle?" she asked, stirring her drink again. "I would love to see it."

His eyebrows crept upward as he read her expression. "Really? I can take you for a ride, if you like. I mean, not to leave your friends behind, but I wouldn't mind making a quick spin around the block."

Without another word, Rouge spun around in her seat and looked toward Blaze and Silver, waving her hand to get their attention. She gestured them over and sipped her drink down to half while the couple made their way to the bar. Shadow was feeling more comfortable, the warmth in his chest growing as he and Silver shared a brief, respectful smile.

The bat started, "Hey, we're gonna leave for just a minute – Shadow has a motorcycle and he offered to give me a ride, but we'll be back."

Before she could head to the exit, Blaze spoke up, "You know the drill, Rouge."

"Oh, right." Looking at Shadow, she added, "Just a second, I'll meet you at the door."

The hedgehog nodded, pushing himself from the bar and walking away from the group. Silver casually crossed his arms as Rouge faced them, the fire princess using one finger to outline invisible patterns in the air. The bat copied one after the other, earning a smile from Blaze.

"Alright, you're sober enough," she stated. "Still, be safe."

The jewel hunter nodded, then handed the cat her drink. "I will. Here, you can have the rest."

"Score!" Blaze uttered, briefly stirring the alcohol before removing the tiny straw.

Rouge met Shadow at the door and followed him outside. They walked around the building to reach his motorcycle, colored jet black with bright red hubcaps. The bat clasped her hands behind her back, heels clicking on the ground and her hips swaying flirtily as she took steps around the vehicle.

"Wow, customized and everything," she said, spotting the spiky ruby-colored symbol stamped on the bike's body.

"Yeah, I probably prefer my chopper over the car," the hedgehog admitted, looking down at the vehicle and crossing his arms. "Faster, easier to handle..."

He trailed off as he walked around the other side of the motorcycle, raising one leg and swinging it around to sit on the seat. Rouge joined him, placing her hands on his shoulders as he started the engine.

Shadow's voice rose to be heard over the ignition. "Wrap your arms around me – it's the safest way to hold on."

The bat blushed, her palms leaving his shoulders and slinking under his arms. Her fingers hugged his torso, instinctively pulling herself closer to his back. Once his passenger was secure, the confident hedgehog drove his heel against the kickstand and took them out of the parking lot, turning to drive towards the first traffic light.

Rouge tilted her head up a bit to feel the wind rushing by, Shadow's thick quills fluttering next to her face. She gripped his chest a bit tighter, making the man's heart beat faster as a wider smile tugged at his lips. He made a right turn as the green light turned yellow, the bike's deep growl rattling underneath them when Shadow sped up.

They flew down the long street, the young woman glancing at familiar surroundings while her hair whipped around her cheeks. It was a freeing feeling, riding behind her new friend on a vehicle she'd never experienced before; something that may have never happened had she stayed with Knuckles.

Meanwhile, Shadow couldn't explain why he'd never allowed himself to get out like this before. Having Rouge's arms wrapped around him as they raced down the smooth road felt daring and fun, his smile sticking for the entire ride.

Three more right turns brought them back to the busy night club, the hedgehog finding a new spot as his previous space had been taken. When he stopped the engine, Rouge pulled back and he turned to look over his shoulder – her eyes were sparkling, full of life and elation while she complimented the short ride.

"That was incredible!" Her hands clasped together as they sat for a bit longer. "I haven't had so much fun in a while!"

Shadow couldn't help but glance at the bat's lips as she spoke, the forbidden urge to kiss her rising once more. He had to leave his seat to avoid screwing up his own suggestion of taking things slow. Rouge followed, the pair walking together to re-enter the club.

After meeting up with Blaze and Silver, they each got another drink and stayed a while longer; this time, Shadow felt more comfortable joining the conversation and was able to get on well with the couple until they decided it was time to head home.

They said their goodbyes and the dark hedgehog politely insisted on bringing Rouge home; when they arrived at her place, he idled in front of her yard as she left the motorcycle and turned to face him.

"Thanks for coming out with me tonight," she said, stars in her eyes. "It wouldn't have been the same without you."

A faint blush crawled across his cheeks, Shadow looking up at her with a peaceful expression. "Thank you for convincing me to come along. I had a good time."

The treasure hunter gave him an earnest look before placing one hand on his shoulder, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. He didn't pull away, enjoying the gentle affection and feeling a flush of warmth spread across his muzzle.

Rouge looked radiant to him as her posture straightened, backing up onto the stone path that led to her front door. He raised one hand to match her wave, watching her stroll down the walkway and breathing a bit heavier through the thumping in his chest.

The enamored woman allowed a piece of him to linger in her heart as she heard the bike's engine start up again, peering through her front curtains to catch a glimpse of Shadow driving away.

#sonic fanfiction #ship fanfic #rouge's heart #rouge's heart chapter 7 #dracaria fics #shadouge #shadrouge #anti-knuxouge #silvaze #rouge the bat #shadow the hedgehog #blaze the cat #silver the hedgehog #writing

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lonelywretchjervistetch · 2 years ago

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My DCCU Interlude: The Legion of Super-Heroes (Part 3)

Chapter Three: New Recruits

OK, now that we've tackled the original trio, let's get into the four new members I'm planning on introducing in this series: Triplicate Girl, Phantom Girl, Invisible Kid, and... Elgar Degep. IFKYK, I guess? I'll explain that last one later, but for those of you Legion fans who haven't noticed it yet...look at the name again, and it'll be pretty obvious, I think.

So, like the last entry into this essay series, I'll be going into primarily my version of these characters, rather than their complex comic book histories, at least for the most part. Additionally, most of the planets these guys come from are essentially blank slates, so I'll be making a few planetary cultures and histories from essentially scratch, with the occasional inspiration from the comics. Considering how long the last post was, let's get this done, shall we? Where do we start?

Triplicate Girl: Unique Outcast

Let's start with the planet before we get to the person, shall we? Cargg, in my universe/headcanon, is a huge planet primarily covered in an urbanized landscape. It was colonized by Winathians centuries ago. I mentioned in the Lightning Lad section of my previous essay that the colonists of Winath populated the large planet quickly by using an Infinity Serum that allowed them to duplicate themselves, and when this inevitably led to overpopulation, a genetic modifier was administered to the population, limiting or removing their abilities to duplicate.

However, this modification didn't take with the entire population, instead serving to limit a very small proportion of the population to creating only two duplicates of themselves at maximum. Seeing this as an opportunity for further colonization of the system, these genetically unique individuals left Winath, and settled on another large planet: Cargg. Here, they initially began farming the planet, but soon found that the conditions of the planet were not conducive to the same Winathian farming techniques. Instead, since the citizens were able to literally make more of themselves, they dove into industry and exports, becoming a manufacturing mecca of the solar system, and helping to supply their sister planet Winath with supplies and equipment.

So, now that we have the planet explained...what about the people?

Well, being able to split yourself into triplets definitely has some biological and sociological implications. Biologically, one would assume that a lot of food would be needed to divide, possibly making their caloric load a bit higher, and metabolisms a bit faster and more efficient in order to quickly allow and power the duplication. So, while Cragg supplies Winath with equipment, Winath supplies Cargg with food they can't make or grow themselves. Additionally, let's just say that Carggites are known for big meals and good food. Just a little bit of fun headcanon there.

Philosophically, things get more complicated. If you split yourself into three different bodies, are you still the same person, or are you officially different people until you reunite into one body? And then, if you wanna dive into spirituality, do the bodies share a single soul, or they have different ones that fuse together once reuniting. Or, are they three parts of a different soul? And this is coming from someone who isn't extremely religious, but it's definitely the sort of thing that a society made of individuals with this power would think about, y'know? So, let's actually assume that all of these schools of thought are present on Cargg, maybe even becoming parts of different religions and behaviors. Cargg could essentially be in a theological civil war, therefore, with different people ascribing to different beliefs.

But that said, one could assume that each clone would still be the same person. Even with different souls, or part of the same soul, they still come from the same person. Therefore, one can assume that the three would consider themselves to be the same person. But, of course...what if you didn't think that? What if you truly thought of yourselves as three different people, with the ability to fuse into a single person, instead of other way around? Enter Luornu Durgo.

Side note, by the way: the Legion of Super-Heroes design of Triplicate Girl, as seen above, is maybe my favorite design for the character. It's just so good, honestly. But OK, who is Luornu Durgo, in this universe? Luornu Durgo is a set of three people who happen to have the same name, and the ability to fuse into one person. And the acknowledgement of being three separate people is...odd, to most Carggites. This doesn't mean she's exiled, necessarily, just that she's an outcast in most social situations.

See, identifying as three separate people entirely means that each of the Triplicates has a slightly different personality and interests, meaning that they can actually have different color preferences and likes/dislikes. And to most people outside of Cargg, their similarities probably outweigh their differences. But on Cargg, having any differences is weird. Not unheard of, but still weird. And so, Luornu isn't exactly comfortable in her own home.

Oh, also, another side-note: a part of me actually wanted Luornu to have the pronouns they/them because...well, triplicates. But honestly, that might be a touch confusing. Not because of the pronouns themselves (obviously, that's entirely fine), but because I'd rather not have this character use the pronouns in the plural form, rather than in the non-binary form. Although, yeah, we don't have to rule that out, either. I'm open to any opinions on that front. But, for the sake of simplicity at the moment, I'll be sticking to she/her for Triplicate Girl as a whole.

So, Luornu hears about the Legion of Super-Heroes, and decides that she'd want to tryout and join. She's not particularly interested in representing Cargg, because life has taught her that she isn't really a representative of Cargg, but she's still interested in a way to get off the planet, where she can live the three separate lives she'd like to live. And she's not necessarily against being one person, but she's definitely more comfortable split up, because she feels less limited. I feel like I may be dipping into some spiritual territory of the LGBTQ crowd here, in truth, and I am straight as an arrow, so my apologies if I'm stepping on some toes. Again, let me know if there's some perspective that you think would be valuable here.

With that, Luornu auditions for the Legion (I kinda love how it happened in Superboy #147, personally, but that's just me being a nerd), and becomes one of the new members. Over the course of the first season, her journey will be one of self-acceptance and discovery, as she greets the less-restrictive world of Earth and other planets. Her triplicates have accentuated pieces of her personality, and you can have her embrace those pieces to make her a complete person, or more complete people. But, in truth...the first season isn't Luornu's season of focus. No, no...that'll be the second season, were there to be one. And that's because I'm building up to the most important event in Luornu's life, and the reason for this characterization.

Because Luornu's way of thinking is actually somewhat correct. Carggites are (or could be) essentially three separate souls with the ability to fuse into one body, rather than the other way around. And that's discovered when one of the Triplicates is killed.

The transition from Triplicate Girl to Duo Damsel is one of the most important events of its day in comics, at least in terms of the Legion. The mad computer, Computo (yes, I know) goes rogue and kills one of the Triplicates, leaving Luornu only able to split into two bodies. Which...makes no sense. Seriously, if your superpower is splitting into three bodies, then why would you lose that ability once one of those duplicates dies? The core body, after all, is still alive...right?

Unless, of course, it was actually three separate people with the ability to fuse into one person. In that case, it makes sense that losing one of those people would make you incomplete. And Duo Damsel is quite literally a different person than Triplicate Girl. Essentially, we're talking Steven Universe rules in terms of fusion. Different combinations of duplicates make different people, with different personality traits and behaviors formed from the sum of two parts. And so, it turns out that, over time, Luornu did basically become three separate people, rather than one person who could split. And therefore, when one of them dies in a future season (or maybe between seasons, I haven't decided), we're permanently down to 2 rather than 3.

But again...that's a story for another season. For now, Luornu should be a fun and interesting character with a lot of hobbies and interests, packed into three separate bodies. Let's contrast her with the rest of the new members.

Phantom Girl: Not All There

Oh, boy, Tinya Wazzo. Here's where things get super tricky and weird, continuity-wise. Tinya has had alternate identities, power-sets, names, time-periods, species...she's a more complicated person to adapt straight, but also somewhat complicated to adapt faithfully. So, while I'm gonna start with her planet, I'm also going to start in a possibly unexpected time and place. But, to be honest, the fact that no-one has proposed what I'm about to propose has bothered me for a while. So...

The place: the States of Amerika! The time: the 21st century! At a point after the events of my modern DC universe, the planet gets visitors from another Earth entirely. The first evidence of the multiverse in my cinematic universe is NOT related to the Justice Society. No, they're actually still around, having existed since the 1950s. We'll talk about them on another occasion, I promise. Not sure when, but it will happen. But yeah, the first multiversal incursion actually comes from a group known as the Freedom Fighters.

You may know this team from the film Freedom Fighters: The Ray, or from the Crisis on Earth-X Arrowverse crossover. In the comics, they're led by Uncle Sam, the immortal embodiment of American spirit and freedom (yes, really), and they fight against the Nazi Regime in a universe where they won World War II and took over the world. You know, some real The Man in the High Castle shit. Anyway, one of the members of this team is Sandra Knight. She originally uses a black light projector to defeat people in total darkness, but later gains the ability to phase through objects as a result of multiversal travel. Her codename is...Phantom Lady. See where I'm going with this?

Phantom Lady dates back to 1940s comics, and she was drawn so provocatively that she's one of these reasons for the Comics Code back in the day, as well as the famous and horribly restrictive book Seduction of the Innocent by absolute hack Frederic Wertham. That said, though, when you think about 1940s sensibilities, and look at some of her cover art...yeah...yeah, you get it. But anyway, that aside, it's weird to me that there's never been any official ties between Phantom Lady and Phantom Girl...so let's fix that!

See, once multiversal travel is discovered, it's inevitable that somebody would attempt to traverse the multiverse themselves. So, at some point closer to the 22nd century, that's exactly what happened. After learning from the various travelers over the years, a semi-stable portal was eventually developed by Time Zero Labs, spacetime specialists and studiers of the Speed Force, as well as a descendant of STAR Labs. The first planned permanent foray onto this world, known as Beginning, sent multiple squads into this new world. The seventh, Beginning-G, would be the last squad to settle onto the planet before the portal reached instability, closing permanently. This last mission sent in multiple new colonists to meet the existing ones on the unnamed planet, bringing the number up to 100 people staffed there. But without contact, it was unknown if this colony would survive. Fast forward 150 years.

The project had been long abandoned on the main Earth. Over that time, the new residents of this Earth made a home for themselves, surviving and gaining enough supplies to try and get back home. Eventually, though, they just settled on the planet permanently, naming it after the last squad that arrived, and the laboratory that founded the mission: Beginning-G Time Zero Labs, or...Bgtzl for short. Look, that name is fucking ridiculous, and I had to come up with a crazy-ass backstory to have it make sense. And yes, I know that it's originally spells Bgztl, so you can call the labs Zero Time Labs if you want, but...eh. It's misspelled in the comics constantly.

Anyway, due to regular experimentation with portals, and the nature of the universe they had settled, these Earth colonists had changed genetically over the course of a few generations, and every single resident of the planet was now phase-shifted, with their atoms able to temporarily switch between phase states of the two universes. This is, of course, not what phase state actually is on an atomic level, but you can physics it up a little bit to make it sound good. Now, for most residents, this is temporary and requires focus. But for some gifted individuals, this is actually a fairly easy process, and can be done at will, and for extended periods of time. Enter Tinya Wazzo.

The daughter of an influential family, Tinya Wazzo is expected to enter politics, as her mother has, and as her family has done historically. As a traceable descendant of the original 100 colonists of the planet, Tinya is very much aware of her station and responsibility, but also feels pretty limited by it. So, when her mother Winema Wazzo, a delegate and popular politician in her own right, visits Earth for a diplomatic visit, a teenaged Tinya comes with her.

Tinya's immediately taken by the stark differences between Bgtzl and Earth. Understand, the universe she comes from is essentially dead, while this universe is the stuff of legends and folklore. Imagine having the ability to travel into your favorite book, and you have an idea of what Tinya feels when she comes to Earth. She also finds that, like her mother, she has little difficulty phase-shifting into this universe, and has the ability to turn intangible as a result of this ability. She can even effectively disappear by phasing back into her universe, but with the consequence of not knowing where she'll end up as a result. Still, she quickly realizes that this ability could prove useful, and she sees an opportunity to join the Legion of Super-Heroes.

Winema is, understandably, hesitant to go along with this plan. However, three things convince her. First, having a daughter acting as a superhero on Earth would look good for their family, and for Bgtzl as a whole, easing relations and building political ties. This is especially important to her as it would act against a major political rival, Sarya of Venegar. More on her, later. Second, it gives Tinya the opportunity to gain experience with multiple different peoples and cultures, which she wouldn't be able to do as easily on Bgtzl. And third, she's convinced by a political ally and friend: R.J. Brande of Earth. More on him soon.

With that, Tinya Wazzo becomes a member of the Legion of Superheroes as Phantom Girl, a name she chooses in honor of one of the first heroes to cross dimensions in this Earth's history. Over the course of the first season of the series, she'll be one of the faces of the group, acting as the face of the new Legionnaires, while still learning the cultures of Earth and the other planets she's interacting with. The daighter of a politician, she's a fairly great read of character, to a somewhat bothersome degree. Because of this, she sometimes rubs people the wrong way, and can be a bit too nosy for her own good. She'll be learning this throughout the season, but her nosy nature will come in handy in multiple ways later on. Why? Well, uh...let's get to the next Legionnaire, shall we?

Invisible Kid: Spy on Both Sides

Like I did with Lightning Lad in the last essay, I wanna pause for a second to address something. My plan is to use Lyle Norg as the Invisible Kid, rather than Jacques Foccart. Why? Well, a few reasons, but mostly because Norg has been the Invisible Kid for more comic book history than Foccart, and some versions of him are more interesting to me. Plus, without Norg, Foccart wouldn't exist as the Invisible Kid in-canon, so Norg makes sense to me. That ALSO said, though, Norg absolutely isn't race-locked into white, while Foccart is more race-locked to being Black, as he's originally from Cote d'Ivoire. In truth, there are Europeans that live on the ivory Coast, but it's definitely vast majority Black.

So, I kind of what to use the best of both worlds and make Lyle black or non-white, but that's neither here nor there. "But what about Foccart's hair", cries the savvy reader. Well, uh...that wouldn't make sense to include, anyway, since that iconic white streak in his hair comes from seeing Darkseid for the first time. So, yeah, not a huge fan of including that flourish for no reason, but I actually may have a plan on that front, anyway. So, with that, we'll assume Lyle Norg is our Invisible Kid, but I'll be using any appropriate gifs of Invisible Kid that I can find anyway. As for the planet...well, Lyle and Jacques are both from Earth, and their powers are derived from experimentation. So, instead of talking about Earth in the 31st century, let's talk about the real origin of Lyle Norg in this universe: the Science Police.

For all intents and purposes, the Science Police are the cops of Earth's future, and act either in opposition or in cautious conjunction with the Legion, depending on the series. My version of the Science Police will function much like modern authorities, but will also have the jurisdiction of today's FBI and CIA, to a certain degree. Essentially, the world government of the 31st Century Earth fuses its authoritative and intelligence agencies into divisions of a single organization. So, the NuMetropolis Division of the Science Police is one of the stronger street divisions, and is monitored by a larger regional arm, run by Director Ryna Norg, an anti-superhero authority figure who is fiercely protective of her only child, Lyle.

Lyle is a brilliant young man, and wants to bring the "science" back into the Science Police with his talents. An inventor, gadgeteer, and amateur chemist, Lyle believes that the police could learn something from the superheroes of Earth's past. This means that not only can they use powers smartly and tactically, but that they can serve as a powerful symbol of right across the planet. But Ryna is a traditionalist, and stereotypically disapproves of any vigilantes who believe themselves above the law. So, to prove his point, Lyle Norg is able to use various skills to create a synthetic Infinity Serum, using data from an old IS from early in the technology's development. This unfinished serum, known as IS-Blank, was meant to be an invisibility serum, and was based on a 20th century experiment by controversial scientist Chadwick Ellis.

Lyle, however, figured out the problem. Using connections of his mother's, and academically, Lyle was able to procure data-files of genetic material from Arthur Light, Roy G. Bivolo, and government agent Stan Silver. This information was used to manipulate synthetic genetic material and the Ellis formula, in order to give the user the ability to bend the light around them, rather than simply become transparent. And so, the new IS-Blank was formed. But what to do with it? And what's worth, Ryna gets word of her son's machinations, and has questions of her own to answer.

This serum becomes a serious argument for Ryna, especially considering the fact that the Legion has just begun to show up, irritating Ryna and inspiring Lyle in equal measure. But Ryna, being a smart cop, offers a compromise. Lyle can continue his work, but in the service of the Science Police, who will infiltrate the Legion and take them down from the inside. Lyle agrees to do those, but then offers a condition of his own. And before his mother can stop him, he administers the serum to himself.

And from there, the deal is reluctantly made. Lyle, as a teenager, is a natural choice to infiltrate the Legion, and is sent in to report back to the Science Police about their identities, interests, and potential criminal activity. The information gathered here is meant to take down the Legion from the inside out. But obviously, Lyle doesn't quite agree with these plans. Still, he'll go into this as a spy, and naturally suspicious of the Legion and their leaders. Like Tinya, he's the son of an authority figure, and is good at observing people and gathering information on them. However, unlike Tinya, Lyle is quiet and fairly shy, and seems to naturally disappear into the background even without the serum.

And so, Lyle Norg will be our stealth agent for the Legion, and his arc throughout the first season is to slowly turn against the Science Police, and potentially discover their own corruption using his gifts of invisibility. Oh, and he'll also turn against the Legion briefly when he attempts to expose the other spy in the organization. See, at least Lyle sort of wants the Legion to be a good thing, and he's working for an Earth-born organization. But he's not the only one whose interests may be counter to the Legion's goals.

Oh, and one more thing before I forget! Lyle is gay. Making that fully canon, because it's been hinted at in the comics, but never confirmed. This won't really come to the forefront significantly in the first season, but it'll ideally be inserted organically into the nature of this universe and series. In the second or third season, his boyfriend will be revealed in the form of Chemical King AKA Condo Arlik, his semi-canon love interest in the comics. But that's a future conversation, of course. For now, let's get to the last featured Legionnaire.

Elgar Degep: Uh...Who?

In the comics...uh...hold up, this isn't a character from the comics. At least, that name definitely isn't from the comics. When we meet Elgar, they'll introduce themselves as the Earth-born descendant of one of Earth's most prominent heroes of the 21st century, Elongated Man. This is made obvious by their ability to elongate themselves and distort their shape significantly. Their flexibility and versatility will be their main asset, and they'll be a force to reckon with in some instances. However, they won't come to the Legion on their own. They'll actually be appointed to the Legion as a favor to a mysterious major benefactor. And at this point...IYKYK.

But here's the thing. We won't get the reveals there until close to the end of the first season. I'm talking the beginning of the last third, when some of the true enemies of the season begin to reveal themselves, and Elgar reverts to their TRUE form after a particular heavy battle. And for the sake of keeping things a little secretive, I won't reveal their full backstory here. But I will introduce the basics, and reintroduce this character. Hold on, lemme just unscramble that name pretty quick.

Chameleon: Master of Disguise

Yeah, this might have been a little obvious to most, but it's still an interesting twist to those not in the know, hopefully! Reep Daggle, AKA Chameleon, is one of the most iconic members of the Legion, as well as the center of some of their most interesting political struggles. Why? Well, as usual, let's talk about the planet he comes from: Durla. This'll mostly be about my version of the planet, but keep in mind that Durla is a planet of shapeshifters, and therefore often persecuted by others. It's also one of the most fleshed-out planets of any planet in the 31st century DC Universe...kinda.

And it all starts with what else...but a nuclear apocalypse.

The Six-Minute War was the end of the world once before Durla. History was lost, knowledge destroyed, and the planet was plunged into the Stone Age. The previous civilization was dead., and emerging from the shadows would be a new life form altogether. The history of those who would become known as "Durlans" has been lost to time. Some historians believe they were descended from mutants that survived the blast. Some believe they were parasitic lifeforms, replacing and mimicking the original Durlan survivors before killing them off. And some believe the Six-Minute War never happened, and Durlans have always been like this. But the real answer?

My version of Durlans are essentially a cellular syncytium of a species. What I mean by that is that every single one of their cells can be controlled by their sentience to act in whatever shape they desire. And this came about long before the Six-Minute War happened. A strain of sentient virus, developed in a laboratory on a nearby planet, escaped and infected a traveler from Durla. This virus, still primitive in its sentience, spread throughout the planet and infected the entire planet. But in reality, the disease caused by the virus was...well, harmless. The strain itself would continue to be developed on the original planet, treated with radiation treatments until it became a hyper-intelligent sentient virus, called Despotellis. But that story continues with somebody else entirely, once the rogue ring-wielder Sinestro enters the picture...

A story for a later day. Back on Durla, things proceed are politically tense. The history is dodgy, but essentially, the planet devours itself in a world war. In the process, nukes are thrown, and the ensuing destruction bathes the planet in ionizing radiation, and destroys the Durlan civilization. And this radiation also activates the virus. See, this virus, having lived in the cells of many Durlans, essentially integrated its own genome into their cells. This, in turn, gives the cells a primitive sentience, like the virus. However, once the cells are united into one organism, they can act together to rearrange themselves and change their physiology.

Once the radiation kicked in, the cells of the surviving Durlans got the trigger they needed, and this sentience finally kicked in through the bodies of these Durlans...at the cost of their memories. Yup, we're talking worldwide amnesia for any of the survivors. These were, essentially, new organisms with the ability to shapeshift, and the civilization they carved was tribal and primitive in nature. With the lack of resources, thanks the the loss of the previous world, Durla would never stray far from this path, and they wouldn't really desire to. Meanwhile, news of the Durlan plight spread from world-to-world, and rumors of disease and destruction plague them for centuries afterwards. This, combined with their newly discovered ability to shapeshift, makes them a widely disparaged and discriminated-against people. And that's why Cham disguises themselves at first.

But why does Chameleon leave Durla? Oh, and I'm calling them Chameleon (rather than Chameleon Boy) for obvious reasons. For God's sake, they're a shape-shifter from a culture of shape-shifters; what use is gender for a shape-shifter, y'know? Anyway, Reed Daggle is born to a spiritual leader of Durla, one of the Shadow Speakers that rule a major tribe of the planet. Their other parent is unknown to Cham, as they contracted a disease known as the Yorggian Fever, and was exiled from the tribe before Reep's birth, where they likely died. And again, IYKYK. Reep was expected to follow in the Speaker's footsteps, but discovered a different path.

See, Reep's other parent had detailed notes about the world outside of Durla, having found themselves there once or twice. This filled Reep with interest about that world, and they longed to explore it. They also believed, as their other parent did, that the lost history of Durla may be present on Earth. And so, wanting to see the world outside, Reep managed to separate himself from their tribe, and left Durla on a transport ship. In doing so, they saw much of the world, as well as the deep dislike of Durlans across the galaxy. They also saw great suffering, and pledged to help as many people as they could under different guises. However, this failed once arriving on Earth, where Reep was caught as a Durlan and reported for questioning and quarantine, as Durlans are not trusted by...well, anyone. It's bad.

The arrest of a Durlan gets the attention of R.J. Brande, an Earth-born billionaire and pioneer. Through his assistant and confidante, Marla Latham, Brande gets in contact with Reep and offers his assistance. This is because Brande is a Durlan, having had his appearance frozen in one form decades prior due to a disease. What neither Reep or Brande know is that Brande is actually Reep's other parent. Which, to those in the know, is not a surprise. Still, Brande is, at this point, in the midst of setting up the Legion of Super-Heroes with his funding, and has Marla take care of Reep.

Over time on Earth, Reep learns the language and culture (Durlans are very adaptable by design), and becomes enamored with Earth superheroes, particularly Plastic Man and Elongated Man, whose powers he can actually mimic. This gives Marla an idea, and she suggests that Reep be recommended for the Legion. But, given the unpredictable attitude that people across the galaxies have about Durlans, all parties involve agree that a disguise is required. Hence, "Elgar Degep" is born (the Daggle name is a known one in government circles).

And so, "Elgar" is welcomed onto the Legion. Obviously, their story will involve their secret identity, but will also involve their drive to help their own people, especially during a time in the show where the United Planets is working on expansion, and Durla is one of the worlds worth consideration. So, yeah, a lot on Reep's shoulders.

And with that, our main characters are set! Now comes the next question: what's the main source of conflict for the first season? Well, I've mentioned that a bit in the first portion of this essay series, but now I'll go into it. It'll happen on two fronts, physical and political. Physical's an interesting question, but political...hoo boy, political is where the real villains are. Right, Madame President?

See you in Part Four!

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The pulsating rhythm of music reverberated from somewhere down the street, creating a contagious buzz of anticipation in the air. As I gazed at the constant stream of people flowing in and out, red solo cups in hand, I couldn't help but wonder two things: how did they escape the fear of getting caught, and was this really my life now?

We were back in Boston, Conrad at Brown, and after the moment Jeremiah and I shared in the pool, we hadn't broached the subject again. Even the next morning, when I couldn't help but let my eyes linger on him a second longer than I should have, he didn't return the glance. At that moment, I concluded that perhaps the universe had done me a favor by intervening, saving me from a potential disaster.

Conrad had left for Brown straight from Cousins, leaving Susannah and me to pile into Jeremiah's jeep. Thankfully, Susannah suffered from motion sickness and claimed the passenger seat, granting me the solitude of the back row. It was a relief, sparing me from reliving the night in the Sonic car park and worrying about her catching me staring at him.

The following days were a whirlwind of preparation for the new school year. Despite having packed enough clothes, Susannah insisted on taking me shopping, Jeremiah dove into football practices, and life became a blur of busyness. But it was good; Jeremiah and I eventually found our rhythm over those last few days. I envisioned our school year to be like this, sharing breakfasts in the morning, attending classes separately, and reuniting at the dinner table to recount our days—a friendship that merely grazed the surface, and that was fine with me. This way, my heart remained safely guarded.

Then, suddenly, it was Thursday night, and we were all gathered on the sofa, devouring Chinese takeout. Just three days separated me from my first day at a Boston high school. Jeremiah subtly suggested attending the back-to-school party thrown by his football buddy, EJ. Susannah didn't object, but there was one condition—I had to accompany him.

And that's how I found myself outside a seemingly enormous house, presumably EJ's. I had never been to a real party before. Sure, I'd seen them in movies, and I'd been to birthday parties, but this was different. It was a bit scary, meeting my new peers outside the school hallways, where they could pass judgment that might stick with me for the whole year. I was nervous.

"It'll be fine, Bells. Come on," Jeremiah encouraged me as my feet slowed to a halt on the pavement a few houses down.

He stepped in front of me, blocking my view of the lively scene ahead. Now, I was staring into those mesmerizing ocean eyes, the world fading away despite my silent pleas.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a soft, quiet voice. I knew he wanted to go, but I also knew that if I wanted to leave, we'd turn around and head back home. Not just because that's what Susannah wanted, but because that's who Jeremiah was as a person.

So I nodded, mustering up the brightest smile I could manage before placing both hands on his solid stomach, gently urging him toward the party.

"Come on, it's now or never, Fisher," I sighed. It was more for me than him, but he didn't need to know that.

"Fisher, my boy!" a booming voice echoed from the front porch of the house, followed by an even larger figure charging toward us. Jeremiah was on the ground in an instant, barely avoiding a collision with the running man by an inch. I stood in the wet grass, watching as a group of other guys joined in the fun. The football team, I presumed.

"Guys, you saw me like five hours ago at practice," Jeremiah laughed, fending them off with that smile I couldn't tear my eyes away from.

I felt a bit foolish just standing there, like an intruder on this moment. A mere chaperone to the festivities or a wallflower nobody noticed. I couldn't blame them; no one expected me, and for all they knew, I was just some girl walking down the sidewalk.

"Oh, shit, you're Belly!" one of the guys exclaimed. Dark-haired, perfectly styled, hazel eyes—captivating, although not quite like Jeremiah's.

The six boys, who had been a heap on the floor a moment ago, now turned their heads, and twelve eyes focused on me. My cheeks burned brighter than ever. All I could manage was a shy smile, resisting the urge to fiddle with the frayed edges of my denim shorts.

"Dude, she's hot, you're so right," one of them whispered not so quietly. The rest of them swarmed around me, all talking at once, a flurry of names thrown my way—EJ, Ricky, Wade, Brad, or maybe Chad? Perhaps Milo? It was overwhelming.

"Guys, back the hell up. Give her some space. You'll have plenty of time to get to know her." Jeremiah stepped in front of me, pushing two guys back slightly, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Some grumbled under their breath, but they all retreated, sneaking glances at me before heading into the house.

"Sorry about them; they're all a little excited," he laughed, brushing off his pants. "Come on, let me introduce you to everyone properly."

He slung an arm around my shoulder, leading the way into the grand house. I felt eyes on us, perhaps because I was new, or perhaps it was because I was with Jeremiah.

Soon enough, I realized it was the latter. Everyone seemed to know him. Girls waved, boys greeted him with handshakes, and people in the hallway greeted him with smiles. I shouldn't have been surprised; his personality was infectious, impossible not to like.

"Oh, Lacie is going to hate this," the guy I believed was EJ mused, handing us two solo cups. His gaze shifted to me and Jeremiah, their proximity not going unnoticed.

Who was Lacie, and why would she hate this? Jeremiah's arms released me to take the cups, one for me and the other for him. I could smell the pink liquid from here, reeking of alcohol. I wanted to tell Jeremiah I'd never had a drink before, but now didn't seem like the time. So instead, I kept the cup in my hand, far from my lips.

"Well, she's not here right now, and it doesn't matter because Lacie and I are done, have been for a while," Jeremiah stated firmly, speaking as if it were an undeniable truth. The guys all laughed. I hoped he hadn't had a girlfriend all this time; that would have been messed up.

"Who's Lacie?" I asked, and a dozen eyes darted back to me. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.

One guy appeared from around the corner of the kitchen island, casually draping his arm around me, just like Jeremiah had. This was Wade, I think.

"Lacie is Jeremiah's—what's the opposite of a pain in the neck?" he turned to ask his friends, eliciting a chorus of laughter. "Actually, Jeremiah is Lacie's pain in the neck. She leads this guy around like a dog, and they break up every other month."

"Shut the hell up, Wade, and get off her," Jeremiah snapped, rolling his eyes as he downed the contents of his cup. Wade raised his hands in surrender, winking at me before retreating to the other side of the counter.

So Jeremiah was involved with someone, which was just great—really, it didn't bother me at all. Maybe she'd become a built-in girlfriend for me, making it easier to let go of whatever was happening between Jeremiah and me. Or maybe I'd just be jealous.

"Well, I can't wait to meet her," I smiled softly, pushing my full cup toward Jeremiah, who looked like he could use another drink right about now.

"Oh, I think you'll regret saying that," another guy chimed in—maybe Ricky?

"Yeah, if I were you, I'd keep a one-mile distance between you and Lacie," another guy added, perhaps that was Ricky. Whoever he was, he laughed and leaned against the counter across from me.

"I don't know who we're talking about, but if the answer is to avoid Lacie, I always vote yes," a voice sounded from behind me.

A short girl strolled over, hopping onto the countertop beside me before pressing her lips to EJ's in front of us all—a very public display, to say the least.

"Oh my god, you're Belly! Babe, why didn't you tell me she was here? I'm being, like, so rude right now," she whined, her eyes landing on me. She was incredibly pretty, with blondish wavy hair and an athletic frame on her petite body. She hopped off the counter in seconds, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug, displaying remarkable strength for someone so small.

"I'm Taylor Jewel, your new neighbor and best friend," she declared with unshakable confidence. It seemed like she could walk into any room and make people fall in love with her. I couldn't help but laugh.

"I could definitely use a friend this year, I think, or a couple," I replied, glancing around at the boys who watched us with eager smiles. My mind was finally starting to ease.

"Back off, TayTay. Bells is my best friend. You can be second best," Jeremiah declared, slinging his arm around me once more, pulling my back flush against his chest. EJ protested in the background, claiming that he was Jeremiah's best friend. All I could do was laugh; maybe this school year would be even better than I anticipated.

"Jerebear!" a shrill voice called out above the booming music surrounding us. Everyone groaned, and Wade mouthed the word "run" to me, but it was already too late.

At first, I don't think she could see me. To be fair, I was still pressed up against Jeremiah, and he towered over me, obscuring my presence. Her voice cut short as she came around from behind us, her eyes finally landing on me.

This was precisely the girl I had expected Jeremiah to be with—tall, blonde, legs like a supermodel. She had pretty pink lips and eyes that were almost golden. Those eyes narrowed as they scanned me, taking in the proximity between me and Jeremiah.

"Who's this?" she asked, her lips forming a tight smile, her voice oozing with sickening sweetness. She waited expectantly for Jeremiah to say something—anything—but it was as if he had suddenly lost his ability to speak.

"Oh—uh, Belly! The Fisher's exchange student this year," I filled the awkward silence, pulling away from Jeremiah's grip and extending a hand toward her. She never took it, instead flashing me a condescending smile—one that made me feel small, a feeling I vowed not to let define me this year.

"I'm Lacie," she said tightly, her eyes shifting back up to Jeremiah. "His girlfriend," she clarified. If this had happened before I heard Jeremiah's confident denial, I might have believed her. If she had shaken my hand, I might have been more forgiving. But instead, I offered her my best smile.

"Oh, that's so funny, Jere never mentioned you this summer. Nice to meet you, though."

#belly conklin #bellyjere #the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah fisher #tsitp #el13

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