#local middle child finds little sister to Do A Thing

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Honestly my favorite thing about the Property Police Reunion Tour Big Dogs is that when faced with the prospect of having to build a house that Looked Like A Thing, Mr Jimmy Solidarity went running straight to Pearl for help.

And then they get to the mesa and Martyn has it pretty much completed.

[ponyosmom35]

Meeting

Homelander x original female character

synopsis: Lydia snaps and loses control. When Homlander is sent to investigate he's surprised to see a girl, he's even more surprised by the need he felt to take care of her.

warnings: TW CHILD ABUSE, cursing, death, fire, loss, blood, gore, angst

link to master list: https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

"Lydia, let's go," calls the voice of her little sister Riley as she runs through the forest, stopping to look back at Lydia who was lagging behind.

Lydia smiles and jogs slightly to catch up. She wraps her arm around Riley's shoulder and walks with her, listening as she recounts her last day of 8th grade. "So, how does it feel to be a high schooler officially?"

"I don't know," Riley shrugs. "I feel the same."

"I'm sure it'll be different once you start school in the fall," Lydia muses.

"No, I don't even want to think about that!" Riley responds loudly, feigning disgust.

Lydia rolls her eyes as they enter the familiar clearing in the woods where they spent most of their afternoons. They had stumbled upon it once while walking home from school and declared it their 'special place.' Lydia had even carved their names into the rock at the center of the clearing.

The woods had become a safe space for the two siblings. They knew that the longer they stayed away from home, the safer they would be. By now, their father had been drinking since 2 PM after he got off work. If they managed to stay away from the house for another two hours, he should be knocked out on the couch, bottle of scotch in hand.

Lydia watches as Riley sets her things down and continues to ramble while pulling out her notepad. The older sister sighs in exhaustion. She had been working all day at her local grocery store and barely made the bus. She ended up being twenty minutes late to pick up Riley, and her head was pounding from lack of food and fatigue. Lydia wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up in bed, but she needed to make sure Riley got her homework done before they went home. Then she would have to make dinner (if they had any food) and sleep for 1.5 hours before heading to her second job at the diner a few blocks away from their trailer.

This had been her life for the past two years. After she graduated high school, she knew that college was completely out of the question. She couldn't leave Riley alone to deal with their father. Jordan Jones was a bastard, known around town as the drunk who hadn't been sober a day in his life. Jordan was bearable when Lydia was young, back when her mother was still around, things were fine. However, the summer before her first year of middle school, her mother left and never came back. Jordan changed after that, drinking his life away and spending nearly all their money on alcohol, night after night. He became violent, taking his anger out on the two girls who reminded him far too much of their mother. Some nights he would be waiting for them, belt in hand. Others, he would ignore their existence until they made a noise too loud, then it would be war. Lydia was 12 when it started, Riley just 6. At the age of 12, Lydia Jones was forced to grow up overnight. She became Riley's sole caretaker, doing whatever she could to give her younger sister a semi-normal childhood.

But it all changed on a particularly cold winter night. Jordan Jones returned home to find the girls huddled together, trying to stay warm. He had been surprisingly calm as he entered the room. He bent down in front of Lydia, and she noticed a needle in his hand. Her eyes widened as he gripped her body. She begged him to let her go, but it was too late; he shoved the mysterious blue liquid-filled needle into her arm. Lydia blacked out after that. She didn't awaken for three days, only finding out later that she had been running a fever, her body hot to the touch. She felt as though her skin was melting off. She spent the night clawing at it, trying to rid herself of the intense burning sensation. Three days had passed before she began to feel normal once more. It had been an agonizing 72 hours, many times where she wished to be dead. It was only then that she found the paperwork on her father's dresser. He had injected her with some drug called 'Compound V' in order to receive a sizable amount of money. Her eyes read through the potential side effects, and her stomach churned. She moved into the kitchen, noticing the brand-new bottles of alcohol placed around, and her eyes filled with tears. He had signed her life away without a second thought, all for more liquor.

Her powers began to manifest in little ways at first. Whenever she walked into a room, the temperature would rise. She made chicken nuggets for her sister and accidentally brushed against the hot pan, but her skin did not blister and burn; it remained pure and clear. As the winter months passed, Lydia felt the heat of the sun on her face, and she felt stronger than ever, like she was untouchable. It was the summer before seventh grade, at the age of 13, that she discovered what the drug had done to her after she set her hairbrush on fire.

Never once did her father discuss what he had done to her. She doubted he even knew she had changed. He had seen a way to make money and signed his name, without bothering to wonder why Vought would be paying to test a drug on children. She decided then and there she had to keep it a secret. She was a supe, just like The Seven. But she knew that she could never be one of them; she wasn't cut out to be a real hero, she wasn't brave like Queen Maeve, or strong like Homelander. She was a nobody, and she knew that protecting her secret was the best way to keep her sister safe until she could get them both far away from her father.

Now, seven years later, Lydia learned she was capable of a lot more than just setting things on fire. She had been practicing during the few hours she had after work. Her sister watched her in awe as Lydia absorbed the light from the sun and created a ball of fire in her hands. She glanced over at Riley's face, smiling at her larger-than-life smile.

"Work on your homework," she said before allowing the fire to expand between her fingers.

"How could I? You're playing with fire," Riley giggled.

"Now, Ry," she warned.

Riley grumbled under her breath, and Lydia rolled her eyes. She turned her focus back on the fire and manipulated it, spinning the dancing flames around her in a large circle. She noticed her younger sister's gaze still on her and sighed, knowing that she would never do her homework while Lydia tried to practice. She dimmed the flames and put them out completely before moving over to her sister and leaning against the rock.

"What do we have today?"

"Okay, so for this assignment I have to write about my hero and why I chose them."

"That's cool. Who'd you pick? Let me guess, Queen Maeve?" Lydia asked.

"Nope."

"A-Train?"

"No."

"Black Noir?"

Riley laughed. "No!"

"Jesus, is it Homelander?"

"He's your favorite, not mine."

"Okay, so tell me who it is," Lydia asked, crossing her arms.

"I chose you," Riley said earnestly.

Lydia stared at her in shock as her throat tightened. She fought tears as she smiled warmly. Lydia wrapped her arm around her sister's shoulder and kissed her head gently. "You did?"

"Yeah, I mean I was gonna choose Queen Maeve but I thought about it and realized that she's never done anything for me. You take care of me, you keep me safe, not Maeve or Homelander or anyone else."

"I'll always keep you safe, Ry. That's my job," Lydia said gently. "Thank you for choosing me."

---

The next few hours flew by quickly. The sun had set long ago, and the sisters walked side by side on the long gravel road that led to their dilapidated mobile home. As they got closer, they could see a figure on the porch. It was their father, bottle in hand, seemingly waiting for them. They paused, and Lydia pushed Riley behind her as he stood, walking over to them.

"Where the fuck have you been?" he demanded.

"I got off work late and missed the bus," Lydia lied easily.

"Bullshit," he snapped, causing both girls to flinch.

Jordan gritted his teeth and walked closer to the girls, his eyes glazed over as he practically shook with rage. He gripped Lydia's arm and pulled her closer as he glared down at her, the scent of alcohol strong enough to make her want to gag.

"I called your boss. She said you got off at 3, so where the fuck were you?" he demanded.

"The—the forest, Dad," she said in a small voice.

"Speak up! I can't fucking hear you when you mumble!" he screamed.

"The forest!" she responded.

Jordan released her arm and punched her square in the face, knocking her to the ground instantly as she held her cheek. Lydia didn't stop the tears that fell down her cheeks as she whimpered in pain. Jordan rushed over to her, gripping her hair and pulling her up to her feet. She screamed in pain, and he slapped her once more.

"How many fucking times have I told you to come straight home?" he roared, spitting in her face. "Jesus fuck, how many times?"

"I don't know, Dad!" she cried.

"Fucking dumb bitch, you don't listen."

Another punch sent her to the ground, her head smashing against a rock. Lydia's body fell limp as she passed out. After nearly a minute, she began to come back to. The faint sound of yelling woke her up, and she blinked her eyes open. She brought a hand up to her forehead, feeling the sticky blood dripping down her face as her head pounded. She sits up, trying to breathe through the pain when a familiar scream causes her head to shoot up. Her eyes search frantically for Riley. She spots her father dragging her towards the steps of the house as she screams for help, and Lydia pushes herself to stand, ignoring how dizzy she was.

Lydia rushes over to them and pulls her dad’s arm back, his skin burning at the touch. He wails loudly, his grip on Riley dropping as he whips around to face her. He looks down at his burned skin and back to her. His eyes widen as he takes a step back. Lydia’s eyes were glowing orange, and her hand was encapsulated by blue flames.

“What the fuck?” he says in shock, holding his hand to his chest.

“You don’t fucking touch her,” she grits.

“What the- how is this- you fucking burned me!” her father spits out.

“Come here, Riley,” she says, ignoring her father.

“No, you stay back!” he demands, pushing them to the door. “You’re a fucking monster!”

Lydia scoffs and stares at him in amusement, all of her fear that she’d held onto for so long pushed away as she finally had the power. Now he was the one who should be scared.

“You did this to me!” she smirks. “You injected me with Compound V for money and gave me this power.”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Yes, you did,” she nods, smirking as she steps closer to him. “Do you have any idea what I can do?”

The man stares at her in horror as she holds her other hand up, flames dancing around her skin majestically. The fabric of her shirt burned, leaving her in her tank top as her arms hold the fire.

“I could fucking burn you to death,” she spits.

“Help! Please, someone help me!” he calls out to their neighbors.

“Nobody can help you, Dad. Right now, it’s just you and me,” she says.

“Stop this, Lydia!” he shouts.

“Why? Did you ever stop when I begged you? When I was unconscious because you pushed me down the steps? When you broke my arm? When you beat me with your belt until I passed out?” she yells.

“Fuck,” he begins to panic as he holds his hands up.

“Lydia!” Riley’s voice calls out.

Her eyes snap to her sister’s, wide with fear. She takes a breath and closes her eyes, allowing the flames to simmer slightly, her eyes returning to their normal color.

“You have to stop this,” her sister begs.

“No, I’m done being scared of him, Riley! It’s time for him to pay for his sins.”

“That’s not up to you to decide!” Riley shouts. “Then you’re just like him!”

“She’s right, Lydia. You can’t hurt me. You don’t have it in you! You’ve always been weak!” her father taunts as sirens echo through the woods. One of the neighbors must’ve called the police.

“Shut the fuck up,” she growls.

“If you hurt me, then you’ll hurt Riley. Is that really something you wanna do?” he asks.

“Lydia Jones, put your hands in the air!” a voice screams as several police officers approach, surrounding her instantly.

“He doesn’t get to get away with this!” she yells as tears stream down her face, the rage inside of her growing by the second.

“He won’t! But you have to let us help you!”

Lydia whips around, staring at the man in anger. “Help me? How are you gonna help me? I’ve spent years walking into school with bruises. How many visits to the hospital with broken bones and stitches? Now you wanna fucking help me?”

“Lydia-”

“No, this is justice,” she says as she lights her hands on fire once again. Loud gasps and curses ring through the police as they point their guns at her.

“Drop your hands right now before we shoot!”

“Fuck you!” she yells before turning back to her father.

In the blink of an eye, several shots ring out. Searing pain in her abdomen causes her to fall to the ground. She screams in pain as her ears ring. She can barely see rough hands on her skin flip her over, putting handcuffs on one of her hands. She holds her head up to see Riley, her body crumpled on the ground. Her heart stops as the officers surround her. One of them moves out of the way, holding his hand to his mouth as he steps back, running his hands over his head. She stares at her sister, six gunshots embedded in her body. Her blood spilled onto the porch rapidly. Her beautiful blue eyes stared directly at her, yet devoid of life.

“She’s dead!”

“Riley!” she screams in horror.

“Help me sedate her!” the officer holding her yells as she begins to fight against him.

Before the officer could cuff her other hand, she flips around and grips onto his hand, burning him instantly. He howls in pain and crumples to the ground beside her. Lydia grunts in pain and pushes to her feet. The other officers swarm her, and she lifts her hand, sending a gust of fire at them. In an instant, they’re laying on the ground several feet away. She falls to the ground as the searing pain was immediate and overwhelming, as if a white-hot poker had been driven through flesh and bone. Blood poured from the wound, pulsing with each heartbeat, while the area around the injury throbbed with a deep, relentless ache. The skin felt raw and burning, and every slight movement sent jolts of agony radiating through the body. The sharp, stinging sensation was accompanied by a nauseating sense of weakness and dizziness. She grunts in pain and crawls up the porch steps, making it to her sister.

She gasps in horror and gently touches her cheek as tears fall down her cheeks. “Riley, wake up.”

She waits several seconds before dropping her head as sobs wrack through her body. “Please, Ry, don’t do this.”

“She’s dead, Lydia,” her father’s emotionless voice says. “She’s dead because of you.”

Lydia looks up at him, all of the pain and rage taking over her body in an instant. She rises to her feet and slams a burning hand on his shoulder, pulling him to his knees as he cries in agony. She places her hands on his face, watching the skin burn and melt before her eyes. His blood-curdling screams echo through the woods. She digs her fingertips into his eye sockets and burns his eyes right out of his face. His loud screaming ceases after several moments as his entire body lights in flames. The smell of burning flesh hits her nose as his body rolls down the porch steps.

Lydia looks down at her dead little sister’s face and brushes the hair out of her face. The tears in her eyes sizzle away as the fire takes over her body. In that moment, Lydia Jones channeled every memory, every punch, kick, broken bone, and sleepless night into her heart. The fury in her blood fueled the fire. Her eyes stuck on Riley’s face, as heatwaves blast through the air, growing stronger by the second. Lydia stares up at the sun as it set, the power flowing directly into her. She falls to the ground, screaming, her body releasing all its anguish in a single moment.

---

“Jesus Christ,” Maeve gasps as she steps out of the car, surveying the scorched earth that had lasted for ten miles leading up to the town. Nothing but ash remained of the small town, not a soul, nor a building to be seen. She looks over at Homelander, who holds his hands behind his back as he takes in the destruction.

“This used to be a forest?” Maeve asks.

“Yep,” he responds. “Whatever caused this took out the entire town and everything in it.”

“Fuck,” Maeve curses.

“I’ll canvas the area,” he says before blasting into the sky.

Homelander soars over the wreckage in search of ground zero. If he could find where the blast occurred, he might be able to find what caused it. He searches for several minutes before coming up to a massive hole in the ground. The area is surrounded by flames. He is barely able to make out a woman curled up in the center of it all. He frowns and lands on the ground, the wind extinguishing the fire instantly. He moves over to the hole and tilts his head, staring at the girl who had her arms wrapped around her legs, as she stares off into space. Her completely naked skin danced with blue flames. She was covered in blood, dirt, and ash.

“Miss?” he asks.

As if being snapped out of whatever trance she was in, the girl looks up at him, and her eyes widen in shock. She looks around in confusion and covers her chest. “Homelander?”

Homelander's eyes widen in surprise when the woman looks up at him, recognition in her gaze. He quickly composes himself, his expression shifting back to his usual cool demeanor. Even in the midst of all the destruction, he can't help but be struck by her beauty, the way her body is painted with blue flames and the way she looks up at him with those wide eyes.

"Are you hurt? Do you need medical attention?"

“What’s going on?” she asks, clearly still in shock.

He steps closer, his eyes raking over her form as he takes in her battered and injured state. He kneels down beside her, ignoring the way the flames around her dance and flicker.

"We're not sure yet," he answers, his voice low and steady. "There was

"We're not sure yet," he answers, his voice low and steady. "There was some sort of explosion or something that destroyed this town and everything in its path."

“What?” she asks, holding her hands to her head. The flames on her skin extinguish, and she shakes her head several times as tears fall down her cheeks.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Lydia.”

“Lydia, I’m Homelander, and I’m here to help you. But first, I need you to tell me what happened here.”

“I did this.” 

His eyebrows rise in surprise at her confession, his eyes narrowing as he studies her. He doesn't respond right away, instead taking a moment to soak in the information.

"You... did this?" he asks, his voice incredulous. "You caused all this destruction?"

“I’m a monster,” she sobs.

He kneels down in front of her, his gaze softening slightly as he takes in her distress. He reaches out, his hand hovering over her shoulder but not quite touching her. Then, he wraps his cape around her naked body, and she clutches onto it.

"You're not a monster," he says softly. "Just tell me what happened. What made you do this?"

“My... my dad, he hurt me, and the police—they came, and fuck,” she says, beginning to hyperventilate, “they killed my sister.”

His expression darkens as he listens to her words, his jaw clenching in anger at the thought of her being hurt and her sister being killed. He moves closer to her, his hand coming to rest gently on her shoulder, offering what little comfort he can.

"It's alright," he says, his voice low and steady. "Take deep breaths. You need to calm down."

“I just snapped. I didn’t know what I was doing!” she says breathlessly, closing her eyes and holding onto her head. “I’m a monster.”

He continues to hold onto her shoulder, his grip gentle but firm. He speaks softly, his tone both reassuring and commanding.

"No, you're not a monster. You're just a girl who was pushed too far. It's not your fault you lost control. You didn't know what you were doing."

He falls silent, studying her closely, his thoughts racing. He can see her pain and guilt, the way it's tearing her apart. Something about her just makes him want to comfort her, to protect her.

She looks up at him with wide, teary eyes.

He looks into her eyes, his expression softening further. There's something about her that just pulls at his heartstrings, and he can't quite explain it. He moves his hand from her shoulder, gently brushing away a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

"Shh," he says, his voice still gentle but firm. "It's alright. You're alright. I'm here."

“Kill me,” she whispers. “I deserve to die for what I’ve done.”

His eyes widen in shock at her words. He grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him, his expression a mix of anger and concern.

"Don't say that," he says, his voice sharp and demanding. "You don't deserve to die. You made a mistake, but it doesn't define you."

“How can you say that? Look at what I’ve done!” she says. “I’m alone. I have nobody!”

He clenches his jaw, his grip on her chin tightening slightly. He can see the pain and despair in her eyes, and a part of him aches to take it all away. He doesn't back down, his voice firm and unwavering.

"You're not alone," he says, his voice softer now. "You have me."

She looks up at him again in shock.

He looks back at her, his expression softened slightly. He can see the surprise in her eyes, like she didn't expect him to disagree with her. He lets go of her chin, but his hand remains on her shoulder, offering comfort.

"You're not a monster," he repeats. "You're just a girl who's been through hell. You don't deserve to die; you deserve a chance to make things right."

“How?”

He pauses for a moment, his hand still on her shoulder, his gaze fixed on hers. He contemplates her question, his mind racing as he tries to come up with an answer that will provide her some modicum of comfort and reassurance. He takes a deep breath, his voice steady as he responds.

"You've got powers," he says. "Powers you don't fully understand or control. But that doesn't make you a monster. It just makes you dangerous. And danger can be harnessed and channeled."

“I don’t understand. You’re not taking me to jail?” she asks.

His lips curve into a wry smile at her question. The thought of taking her to jail hadn't even crossed his mind. He could feel the power radiating off her, the raw energy that she possessed. And the more he looked at her, the more he wanted to keep her close.

"No," he answers. "I'm not taking you to jail. You need help, not punishment."

“Why are you doing this for me?”

He pauses for a moment, his hand still resting on her shoulder. He looks at her intently, his expression serious as he contemplates his answer. He wasn't sure why he was doing this for her, why he was offering her comfort and protection. It was just a feeling deep in his gut, something that he couldn't ignore. He takes a deep breath and answers.

“I can't just leave you here to fend for yourself. You need help, and I want to help you."

His gaze falls to her head, his eyes narrowing when he notices the blood and the bruise on her cheek. Concern flashes in his eyes as he steps closer, gently lifting her chin to get a better look. He runs his thumb over the bruise, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man of his size and power.

"You're hurt," he says, his voice gravelly as he examines the wound. "You need to be checked out."

“I’m fine,” she says, gripping the cape and holding it to make sure her body is covered as she attempts to stand. She grunts in pain and falls back down, her hand falling to her abdomen.

Without hesitating, he moves closer, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her gently to her feet. He steadies her, keeping a firm grip on her as he feels how soft, curvy, and fragile she is in comparison to him. He looks down at her abdomen, noticing the way her hand moves to it, and he frowns in concern at the pain he sees etched onto her face.

"You're not fine," he says, his voice firm and commanding. "You're hurt. Let me look at it."

“Sir—” she wants to stop him, embarrassed that she is naked in front of him, but he keeps his gaze strictly on the wound.

He ignores her protest, his focus solely on the wound on her abdomen. His movements are gentle yet firm as he carefully untangles his cape from her grasp, giving him a better view of the injury. He doesn't look at her naked body, his gaze fixed solely on the wound and the surrounding area.

"Hold still," he instructs, his voice gruff but gentle. "Let me see how badly you're hurt."

“I was shot,” she admits.

His eyes widen slightly at her admission, anger and concern flashing in his gaze. He looks more closely at the wound, his hands gently moving her body to get a better view. He can see the signs of a bullet wound, and his jaw clenches in anger at the thought of someone hurting her.

"Why didn't you say anything?" he asks, his voice tight as he surveys the injury. "You would have bled out if I hadn't found you."

“Because I deserve it,” she says as her head spins. She grips onto his bicep for support as she whimpers in pain.

He looks into her eyes, his expression hardening at her words. He shakes his head, both in disbelief and determination.

"No, you don't," he says, his voice firm. "You don't deserve to be hurt or to be left here to suffer."

He gently sweeps her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. His grip is firm but careful, and he makes sure to support her injured abdomen as he lifts her.

"I'm not going to leave you," he says, his voice unwavering. "I'm going to take care of you. You're not alone anymore."

He feels her body go limp in his arms, and urgency fills him. He holds her tighter, his heart racing as he looks down at her. He can see her eyes roll back in her head, and he knows he needs to act fast.

"Hey," he says, his voice stern yet laced with concern. "Stay with me. Talk to me. Don't pass out on me, you hear me?"

He holds her tightly in his arms as he flies towards the hospital, his mind racing with worry and determination. He can feel her body growing weaker in his arms, and he's desperate to find medical help for her.

When he lands, he sees Maeve waiting for him, her expression concerned. He strides towards her, keeping the girl securely in his arms as he speaks quickly.

"She was shot," he says to Maeve. "She's losing too much blood. We need to get her inside, now."

“If she dies, you all die,” he warns as he sets her on the bed. He makes sure to keep her covered in his cape to prevent any of the men from looking at her body.

He looms over the doctors, his presence intimidating as they scramble to perform surgery on the girl. His eyes never leave the operating room, watching intently as they begin to work on her. He can feel the tension in the air, the fear and anxiety oozing off the doctors. He’s tense, his mind racing with worry and determination. He had never felt this protective over someone before, yet with this girl he just couldn't help himself. He's invested in her survival, and he'll do whatever it takes to make sure she pulls through.

“It was her, wasn’t it?” Maeve asks as she walks in, crossing her arms.

He looks over at Maeve, his gaze still focused on the operating room. He nods once, his expression serious as he responds. “Yes,” he says, his voice low and steady. “It was her. She did this.”

“I’ve never seen power like that before. She leveled ten miles of land and incinerated 6,000 people,” Maeve says.

He looks back at the operating room, the reality of her powers sinking in. He had seen the destruction she caused, the sheer scale of it all, and he had no doubt that she was capable of so much more. “I know,” he says, his voice gruff. “I saw the damage she caused. It's unlike anything I've ever seen before. The potential she has…”

“No,” Maeve says. “You can’t actually be considering bringing her back with us?”

He looks at Maeve, his gaze intense. He can sense her disapproval, her concern at the idea of bringing the girl back with them. But his mind is made up. “I am,” he says firmly, his voice steady and resolute. “She needs help. She's powerful beyond belief, and she needs someone to guide her. I can't just leave her here.”

“Since when do you care about others? You don’t know this girl, why would you want a liability with us at Vought? What happens when she does this again?”

He bites back a growl, his irritation rising at Maeve's challenge. He turns to face her, his expression hard as he responds. “She's different,” he says, his voice edged with impatience. “She's powerful and dangerous. And as for the liability, I'll make sure she doesn't do anything like this again. I'll make sure she stays under control.”

“How do you plan on doing that?”

He glares at her, his eyes narrow as he contemplates her question. He's not used to being questioned like this, but he knows he needs to answer her, needs to convince her that he has a plan. “I'll train her,” he says, his voice confident yet firm. “I'll teach her how to control her powers, how to channel them instead of letting them control her. I'll be the one who guides her, mentors her. She won't be a liability, she'll be an asset.”

Maeve laughs and crosses her arms. He clenches his jaw, irritation bleeding into his voice as he shoots Maeve a sharp glare. “What's so funny?” he snaps.

“You met the girl two hours ago and you’ve already made your claim,” she smirks.

He grits his teeth, his irritation rising at her cocky attitude. But he knows he can't afford to let his emotions get the better of him, not here, not now. “Yes, I met her,” he says, his voice strained. “And yes, I've made my claim. She's under my protection, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure she's safe and in control of her powers. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Yeah, I’m sure you will do whatever it takes,” Maeve smiles. “She’s pretty. Guess you have a thing for redheads.”

He bristles at her comment, his irritation growing as he glares at her. But he can't deny the pang of truth in her words. There was something about this girl, something that drew him to her. Maybe it was her red hair, maybe it was the fire in her eyes. But whatever it was, he wasn’t willing to admit it, not to her anyway. “Watch your mouth,” he warns, his voice low and dangerous. “This isn't about that.”

“Okay, good. Guess Deep will have a shot then. God knows he’ll be obsessed with her.”

His eyes narrow in anger at the mention of the Deep. The thought of the octopus lover ogling the girl sent a wave of possessiveness through him. He clenches his jaw, struggling to keep his anger in check. “Deep will stay away from her,” he growls. “He won't touch her, he won’t even look at her.”

Maeve smiles at him and places a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve never seen you like this before. It’s a good look on you—caring about someone.”

He feels her hand on his shoulder, his irritation fading slightly at her words. He can tell there's a hint of genuine concern in her voice, and it catches him off guard. He takes a deep breath, trying to reign in his emotions. “Don't get used to it,” he mutters, avoiding eye contact with her. “I'm just...concerned for her well-being, that's all.”

“Right, of course,” Maeve smiles. “So what’s mystery girl’s name?”

“Lydia,” he smiles to himself.

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kim chungha, pansexual, woman, she / her. ♡ now entering the apartment building is jeon juri, a twenty eight year old who is currently a doctor in residency. netizens have said they seem anxious but others have said they’re driven ! gossip aside, we’re sure they’re bound to be a fan favorite ! ♡

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . BASICS

Name :: Jeon Juri Age :: twenty - eight Gender && Pronouns :: cis woman && she / her Sexuality :: pansexual Occupation :: doctor in residency Birthdate :: january 18th Birthplace :: incheon, south korea

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . PHYSICAL

Height :: 5’6” Build :: petite, slim Markings :: none of note Scars :: a few littering her arms & legs thanks to her clumsiness Body Mods :: pierced earlobes Faceclaim :: kim chungha

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . PERSONALITY

the local goody - two shoes. she's got a thing for following the rules and even the thought of doing something that she shouldn't gives her so much anxiety.

compulsive fixer. she cannot stop herself from trying her best to fix other people's problems. it tends to lead to her simply exhausting herself and makes her an easy target for people wanting to take advantage of her.

she puts her all into everything she does, no matter how much she really doesn't want to do it.

absolute people pleaser, she can't tell people no. It stems from her need for approval, to impress those around her and the fear of disappointing everyone around them.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . HISTORY

Juri is the middle child of five siblings ( a rarity in south korea ). Being the most mild mannered child, she was often seen as someone that didn’t need a lot of extra attention vs siblings who acted out in delinquency, or those who had extracurricular events.

She quickly internalized this observation, and made a point to be the Jeon child that didn’t need help, the one that always had acceptable grades and didn’t cause trouble. Because that’s what others began expecting of her, and she had to uphold those expectations.

The ‘fix-it’ sibling. If her other siblings had a problem, they would often rely on Juri to help them fix it. Often times they would just dump things on her, citing her helpful nature as their reason for leaving her to handle their problems. Unfortunately, her compulsive people pleasing nature kept her from complaining about this.

Her choice of study ( neuroscience ) didn’t come from an actual interest in the field, but instead from the pressure to impress. With the pressure a sister who married up, lawyer brother and two younger siblings that became idol trainees ( one who has since debuted ) she couldn't just take her time to figure out what she wanted to do in life, and instead picked up whatever she thought would be most impressive while still fitting into her persona.

Uni was supposed to be an escape for her, but mostly left her feeling miserable. Trapped in a path that she didn't exactly find fufillment in, studying day in and day out, helping out her friends without complaint and working at a convenience store to keep her bank account from tanking kept her from finding enjoyment in her newfound adulthood.

This was, however when she finally began coming to terms with her sexuality, and the fact that she was attracted to women. She dated around for a little while, before settling into a pretty serious relationship that she had to hide away from her friends and family. It lasted for about two years, before the pressure of hiding the relationship tore the two apart.

At the moment, she is in her masters program and working through her residency in the emergency room at Gangbuk Samsung Hospital. While she finds that helping people is fufilling, she still can't quite shake the feeling that becoming a neurosurgeon is for her. That being said, she doesn't know what is for her and continues on out of an absolute fear of disappointing everyone.

Her participation in seoulmates is the first time that she is publicly acknowledging her sapphic side. It's something that she very much fears, but the idea of not conforming to society's view of her is kind of thrilling.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . CONNECTIONS

ex girlfriend. crush. somone to encourage her to come out of her shell / "bad influence". someone to turn to when the world is too heavy. someone who takes advantage of her kindness ( on purpose or not ).

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My little love

Chapter 3

pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

word count: 3.8k

warnings: none really, a taste of domestic bliss maybe, Angel being a sweetie pie

A/N: I’m obsessed with this story!!!!

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Ch. 2

Tony had arranged for a local baby store to close down for the morning just so that you and Steve could shop in peace. The employees were made to sign NDAs before you both walked in. It didn’t stop them from staring, whispering and giggling whenever Steve smiled their way. Currently you stand in the middle of a sea of cribs and beds. Hands on your hips as Steve tested the durability of one of the toddler beds. The frame cracked after he pushed against the mattress.

“Can you try to not break everything?” You whisper yell.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure it was good enough.” 

You giggle at his pout. 

“It doesn’t matter, I think we should get one of those 3 in 1 beds.” You say as you point to a sign showing a full crib, a toddler bed and finally a daybed. 

“Hhmm, seems like a good idea. What color?” 

“White would be nice. Clint and Sam are painting my guest room. I picked out some nice pastel colors.”

“I could paint a mural or something.” Steve adds, his eyes hopeful.

“That would be great. Maybe you could do some fairytale characters.”

He nods as he grabs one of the boxes with the crib you’ve picked and places it on the cart you had been provided. From there you went to get the matching bedroom furniture.

It would have been nice having Bucky here, but since the day you told him about his daughter it seemed like he had been avoiding you. You hadn’t really noticed since you were busy with said child. It wasn’t until a day later when you got a reminder of plans you made before any of this happened that you realized that you hadn’t seen him. Steve tried to not bring up the topic but he confirmed he hadn’t seen Bucky either. So while he decided what he wanted to do you made the choice to move baby Barnes out of the hospital wing and into your apartment. She was the most comfortable with you so it made sense although she was letting Steve hold her now. The rest of the team was slowly introducing themselves into her daily life so that she could get used to having people around that weren’t nurses.

You moved around the aisles as you grabbed some other necessities. By the end of the shopping trip you had more clothes, toys and books than what you would need. Most of them were chosen by Steve. You only said no to certain things and even then you had to take them out of the shopping cart without him noticing. 

“Was buying three car seats really necessary?” You asked as you loaded bags into the trunk of your car.

“Yes. One for you, one for me and one for Bucky. Listen I know he’s kept his distance but he’ll come around.” He finished loading the bigger item into the pick up truck he drove and walked around to your car and began to help you. “Back then, in between missions, Bucky and I liked to talk about what we were gonna do when we went back home. Most of the time he kept it light. He wanted to eat all of his Ma’s cooking and sleep on a good bed. Take his sisters to Coney Island. But one night after a close call he told me that what he really wanted was to find a girl, fall in love and start a family. He’s found his girl.” Steve says as he looks at you and quirks an eyebrow. “And I know for a fact that he is head over heels in love with you, and it might not be conventional but now he has a daughter. He has his family, he's just scared.”  

The bag with sippy cups that was in your hand falls to the floor as you listen to Steve. He grabs the one that rolled out of the bag and places it back in before moving to store the bag in the trunk. You stare at him, your lips slightly parted like you wanted to say something.

“You really think he likes me?” 

“Yeah. I know I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic but you two could have something wonderful if he just pulled his head out of his ass.” 

You try to hide your smile but fail. “Ok let's Hurry it up Rogers, I don’t pay you to stand around and look pretty.” 

“Oh so you think I’m pretty.” 

“Shut up, and let’s go!”  You laugh as you get in the driver’s seat.

Bucky stood by the crib and looked down at the sleeping form of his daughter. He’d been there everyday since he’d been told he was a father. Stealing moments alone with her and his thoughts. His eyes were still red and puffy from crying. But anytime he thought of how he had found her, tied down on a table only covered by a thin blanket, he couldn’t contain his tears. How could hydra hurt someone so pure and innocent? 

He thought he didn’t deserve the way you spoke so well of him to her. Bucky had turned his back on his little girl. Too afraid that he’d just fuck her up worse than hydra has. But you didn’t doubt his ability to be a good father and he wasn’t sure why. What had he done to deserve your trust so easily? You and Steve had already stepped up to provide stability to his daughter and yet you were so sure he’d step up once he got over the initial shock. 

Sweet Angel moved and out of her hand fell a small metal figurine, a kitten. Bucky smiles, he knows that was your doing. There’s a small whimper and Angel pouts before she starts crying in her sleep. Bucky’s right hand caresses her cheek as he tells her she’s ok. She hiccups in her sleep before she settles down again.

“She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Steve asks from the door. Bucky nods as he straightens up but doesn’t look up at his friend. 

“She’s leaving the medical wing. Y/N is taking her up to her apartment. If that’s ok with you?�� 

“Yeah, she’ll be better there.” Bucky clears his throat. “How is she?”

“Y/N’s good. A bit tired but once that little Angel is up in her own room I think Y/N will be more comfortable. You should go talk to her, she’s worried.” 

“I will.” 

“Will you really or are you saying it so that I’ll get off you’re case?” 

“I will,” Bucky finally looked up at Steve. “I talked to the lawyers, I’m willing to sign her birth certificate but I’m not ready to be her guardian. I want you and Y/N to do it. Would you?” 

“Of course I would and I know Y/N would too.” 

“Thank you. I should go and find her then.” Bucky walks out of the room leaving Steve alone. He sighs as he walks over to the crib. 

“He’ll get his shit together soon, sweetheart. I promise.” 

You had just finished setting Angel up in the new booster chair for the dining room table when you heard a knock at your door. 

“Who's at the door Friday?” You ask the A.I. 

“It’s Sergeant Barnes.” 

“Let him in please.” 

“Hello, Y/N?” You could hear Bucky’s voice from the living room. 

“In the kitchen.” 

You hear his footsteps get closer while you begin to plate up some food. Bruce had given you the ok to try some soft food with Angel and you wanted to start immediately. 

“Hey.” You say as you look over your shoulders to find Bucky at the entrance of your kitchen and dining area. His eyes moved from you to his daughter and back. “Everything ok?” 

“Yeah, fine. I wanted to talk but I can come back later.”

“Nonsense. Would you like to join us for dinner?”

He thought about it for a moment and nodded as Angel began to babble, getting your attention. You move over to the cabinet that holds your plates and pull another one out and fill it with everything you’d made for dinner. Bucky is at your side grabbing his plate while you take yours and the small bowl for Angel. 

“Are you ready for dinner, sweet girl?” You ask in a slightly higher pitched voice as you walk around her seat so that she could see you. 

Bucky smiles as he watches you place the plates down and then kneel next to his daughter’s chair. He moves around the table and takes the chair next to yours, which ends up being directly in front of Angel. 

“Can you say hi?” You wave at Bucky, hoping that the toddler would mimic the motion. “Say hi, sweet Angel.” Her little hand comes up, imitating the motion you just did “good job.” She smiled and tried to hide her face from Bucky. “Oh are you getting bashful now?” 

While you’re having this one sided conversation with a toddler, Bucky’s heart might as well explode right then and there. If he hadn’t been in love with you before, this right here would be the moment that would make him fall. In a matter of days a dream he had convinced himself he’d never get to live is playing out in front of him and it’s real. He’s starting to question his decision of stepping away from her. What if you and his daughter are his one chance of having something good after all the bad he’d been through? 

“Buck?” 

“Hhmm? Sorry, what were you saying?” 

“I said your food was going to get cold.” 

“Sorry.” He looked down at his plate. “Your cheesy mashed potatoes, what’s the special occasion?” 

“My cheesy mashed potatoes are only for special occasions?” You laugh. “You really want to know?” You asked as you leaned over to grab a spoonful of the food in question and offer it up to Angel.

“Yeah.” 

“Bruce said sweet Angel here could move on to soft foods instead of just liquids. Thought I’d start off with something good.”  

“Oh. Well if she doesn’t like them she’s grounded, how about that?” He says with a small smile. 

You hear a small ‘mmm’ from her side of the table.

“No grounding for her I guess.” You chuckle as you hand her the spoon. She had been wanting to do what you did, so if you tried to feed her with a spoon she wanted to do it herself. She made a mess every single time but it was good to let her try. 

You turn to look at Bucky and find him with a ghost of a smile and a tear rolling down his cheek. He wipes it away but he knows you’ve seen it. Your hand rests against his forearm and you give him a reassuring squeeze. 

“I’m sorry it’s just-“

“You need to stop apologizing, Bucky. I don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.”

“For everything. For leaving the way I did the other day. Not taking responsibility for her.”

“Well I would have probably done the same if someone told me I had a daughter I didn’t know about. And as far as taking responsibility it’s something we can talk about.” 

“I wanted to talk to you about the guardianship that I want to set up for her.” 

“How about we talk after dinner?”

“Yeah, we can do that.”

You both stay silent, unsure of what to say next so you focus back on your meal. For the first time since Bucky had come to the compound there was an awkward sort of tension between you. The only noise coming from your utensils and angel who was babbling away while she spooned food into her mouth messily. 

“Ok, I need to get her cleaned up.” You said with a laugh when you realized there was more food on Angel’s shirt than what she probably ate.

“I’ll clean this up for you.”

“You don’t have too.” 

“Y/N, it’s literally the least I could do.” 

“Ok, but don’t disappear on me after.” You said as you moved and picked up the messy toddler before walking back towards the bedrooms.

You bathed and dressed Angel, in new pastel colored Captain America footie pajamas, and walked back out toward the kitchen to find that Bucky had washed the dishes. 

“Bucky?” You call out when you don't see him.

“Living room.”

You walk down the hall to find him sitting on your couch. Bucky had done it a hundred times before. His boots were off and his feet were resting on the coffee table while he held the remote in one hand and a beer in the other. There was a bowl of your favorite ice cream waiting for you. This somehow felt different, with his daughter on your hip and her favorite pink bear, you couldn’t help but think of what Steve had told you earlier that day. The possibility warmed your heart.

A small hand on your cheek breaks you out of your thoughts and you look down to find the second pair of the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen looking at you. She smiles and coos as she points at Bucky before waving at him. He waves back with a small ‘hi’ and she hides her face behind her teddy. You sit on the couch settling Angel on your lap while leaving some space in between you and Bucky. This was different too, you’d always sit close together and although you didn’t necessarily cuddle, the feeling of having him next to you was comforting. 

“Alright what are we watching?” Bucky asks from his spot.

“I’m not sure I was thinking of a princess movie. To see if she likes it.” You said as you absentmindedly moved your hand over her head the feeling of peach fuzz, letting you know her hair was starting to grow, tickling your palm.

“Ok, how about,” Bucky searches through some streaming services until he finds what he wants. “This one?”

“Snow White?” 

“Yeah, I took my little sisters to watch it when it came out in 1937.”  He looks over at you and you nod with a smile. Bucky hits play while you turn Angel around to face the tv.

As the movie starts playing you hear a small gasp from the little girl as she looks up at you with wonder and points at the tv. Bucky leans forward and hands you the bowl of ice cream. Even though you know it’s a bad idea you give some to Angel to try. Her eyes widen and her mouth makes a little ‘o’ shape before she claps her hands in approval. 

About 20 minutes into the movie she starts to wiggle around in your lap so you set her down in the empty space between you and Bucky. It has been a while since you’ve seen Snow White so you’re distracted and unaware that Angel is crawling her way over to her father. That is until you hear his breath hitching. When you turn to ask what’s wrong you find that Angel is standing on the couch next to Bucky. One hand against his chest and the other holding on to her pink bear, her head tilted to the side. It’s like she was trying to read him or convince him of something as she babbled. Bucky’s eyes go wide as he stares at her.

“I’m sorry, let me get her.” You put your ice cream down and move to pull her away from Bucky.

“No, don’t. It’s ok, as long as she doesn’t cry.” 

But Bucky’s daughter wasn’t content with just standing by him. No, in fact she laid her head on his chest and yawned before letting her weight fall on his thigh and getting comfortable. 

“Support her back so she doesn’t fall.” You told Bucky, who sat there stunned. His right hand sits gently against her back and she seems so much smaller in his arms. “I can take her if you want.” 

Bucky shakes his head. He’s mindful of his movements, just like his Ma had taught him when he first held his sisters. With a gentleness Bucky reserved only for you he managed to move her around so that he could cradle her securely in both of his arms and he rocked her. She looked so peaceful as her eyes fluttered closed, as if she’d never been through the horrors hydra put her through. Bucky took in her features from this much closer point of view and he was in awe. She was so small, so trusting and all his.

Instead of trying to take Angel and putting her in her new crib you let them stay like that. You knew it was important for both of them and hopefully it would make him realize that she needed him just as much as he needed her. As quietly as possible you got up and went to the kitchen to give them space. 

You sipped on some wine as you sat on the kitchen counter. Bucky appeared in the entryway with a sleeping toddler in his arms and looked at you for guidance. It was slightly amusing to see the world’s deadliest assassin afraid to wake a sleeping child.

“You can put her down in her crib. Make sure you cover her up with the pink blanket.” You whispered and he nodded before disappearing down the hall. 

The glass of wine hides your smile as Bucky rounds the corner again. He leans against the counter in front of you. Arms crossed over his broad chest and eyes so full of mixed up feelings, it made you want to hug him. You’d called his name a few times but he was lost in thought. With a wiggle of your fingers you made his left hand move just enough to get his attention. You’d never use your abilities against his will but he had given you permission for this one thing.

“I’m sorry what?” He said when he finally looked up at you. 

You didn’t say anything, instead you just stretched out your hand and waited for him. Bucky knew what it meant, you were offering physical support. You both knew that it was a tricky subject. For a while he didn’t like being touched unless it was absolutely necessary. But the first time he did accept a hug it was from you, on his birthday. He’d been addicted to your touch ever since. 

Bucky’s hand slides into yours perfectly. You wrap your fingers around his wrist and tug lightly to get him to move towards you and he does until he’s standing between your legs. Even when you’re sitting on your kitchen counter you still have to tilt your head up to look at Bucky when he’s this close, but only slightly. He slumps forward once he feels your arms wrap around his shoulders, and he relaxes further into your hold once his face is hidden in the crook of your neck and you play with his hair.

You were his safe space.

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask after a few minutes of just holding each other. 

Bucky holds your hands in his, making lazy patterns with his thumbs as he thinks about what he wants to say.

“I came here with clear intentions of asking you to be her guardian.” he sighs.

“But?” 

“But now I’m not sure. I mean I still think that you’re the best person to take care of her but at the same time she’s my daughter. What am I supposed to do? How do I even raise a kid? I don’t know what I’m doing.” 

You smile sweetly at him. “We could do both.”

“Both?” 

“I can still take care of her, she can stay here with me but you can still be her father.”

“What if I hurt her? I could never forgive myself. There’s so many things that I don’t even know I’ll be able to give her.”

“Well how about if we start with one thing. Something that only you can do for her.”

“What’s that?”

“Give her a name.”

Ch. 4

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IN ANOTHER GALAXY..

This is a regular imagine, as if you're part of the guardians of the galaxy! Mostly backstory but pt2 coming soon with more romantic and erotic scenes for sure!

Enjoy!

Here is the part 2!

Chapter contains: some flirtation, baby groot (obviously) , mom figure, death, family loss, drunk father, childhood trauma, and sarcasm

Word count: 1587

The year was 1989, Chicago Illinois. (Y/N) was 9 years old, she already was learning how to drive. "You gotta know your way around, who knows when you'll get lost, you always gotta find your way home." Her dad always told her, meaning this meant learning to drive earlier than most people and take care of what needed to be done.

(Y/N) didn't have much of a childhood, grew up faster than she would have liked but hey stuff happens.

It was a casual Friday night for (Y/N) same routine as usual, her dad goes out drinking and partying it up with his friends at the local bar. (Y/N) was used to it by now, it's been 3 years since her aunt passed away, her aunt was like a mother to her, her real mother passed away in child birth, but her dying wish was that her sister took care of (Y/N) like she was her own. Which she did, she took care of (Y/N) while her father drank to get over her mothers passing, but to them it seems he has never gotten over it, probably didn't help the fact that (Y/N) looked exactly like her mother.

(Y/N) remembers her aunt telling her stories of how the two sisters were thick as thieves together, always going out exploring the abandon houses, going to the woods, running through malls together when they were younger, even doing normal things like spending time with each other, like listening to music while they watched their parents dance. (Y/N) always wished that she had a sister or another sibling to play with and share memories with like her mother and aunt did.

"Your mom always wanted to have twins, she'd tell us she has a feeling that you were gonna be a twin, like Luke and leia.." (Y/N) was always told which made her sad at times that she was her mothers one and only child. There was a lot on the 9 year olds shoulders to say the least. (Y/N) always had vivid dreams of what is would be like to in space watching down on the world, making sure every child didn't need to go through what she did, it could have been much worse she always thought but the last 3 years for sure proved her wrong. It was worse, eating only once a week or not for weeks at a time.

It was around 10 pm on Friday, she was waiting for the house phone to ring, and hear the same words she heard every Friday night, the way the bartender would always call her asking to pick up her dad or call him a cab, they had little to no money so the only option was to learn to drive and pick him up herself. Little 9 year old (Y/N) who could barely see over the steering wheel driving at night listening to "my sweet lord- by George Harrison" was the last thing she remembered of her past life.

That was 15 years ago, "I really wanna see you, I really wanna be with you.." was the last thing she heard from the radio before the disaster struck, she watched as a child not much older then she was running through the main Street, then the child was gone only a light shinning down where they were last seen, causing (Y/N) to slam on the brakes and get out running after the light.

15 years later here she stood in the middle of platform floating the in the middle of the sky, standing next to a talking raccoon, a miniature tree that somehow talks but only could speak the three words "I am groot"and the only other person she knew of who was also from earth. A place she once knew so well and now it was just a fuzzy memory.

"Okay we gotta work fast, the others are going to meet us with the other materials. We just need that things heart.." Quill spoke as he looked around at the group mainly looking at (y/n) making her raise an eyebrow at him about to say something back but she was distracted as she heard a small. "I am groot" making her look down and smile softly as her attention was then quickly pulled away as rocket spoke up translating for them. "He says '(y/n) knows what she's doing' he's right, she wasn't born yesterday..like some people." Rocket stated as he lightly nudged (y/n) leg and gave her a small wink with the wrong eye as usual making her chuckle.

Quill rolled his eyes and was about to speak up but quickly got interrupted by the smaller aliens started bursting through a door running in their direction, He quickly stood in position in front of (y/n) to protect her making her roll her eyes as she moves around him grabbing groot propping him up on her shoulder so he wouldn't get stepped on as she held up the gun rocket had given her quickly shooting as many aliens as she could, as she reloaded she took over watching as the others took turns killing the monsters as they seems to keep coming.

"Look out, here comes the big one!" Quill shouted as he was reloading his weapon, (y/n) watched as an alien got to close to him so she quickly shot it and turned her attention to the bigger alien, she couldn't help but stare as it was almost double the side of the other aliens taking a step back as she focused on the multiple arms and hands the monster has, and how it had multiple eyes, she couldn't help but think about how she got into the situation.

"(y/n) just distract it! Whatever you do don't shoot its heart." Rocket called out as (y/n) nodded quickly running towards one of the higher platforms standing on top of it watching as it tried to grab her, shooting its hands away every-time watching as it stumbled back and quill got behind it shooting its head making the monster stumble back falling onto its back crying out in pain.

(y/n) watched as rocket threw a shock wave close to it stunning the alien so it would be in place for a minute or two, she nodded her head at rocket as she jumped down off the platform knowing the plan from here. She got out the laser that rocket has gived to her, she always though it looked kind of like a light saber, but always thought to herself since no one's from earth and they'll know what Star Wars is, she always told herself.

She got next to the beast and sliced clean across the aliens torso watching as it stopped breathing from the clean cut she had made, she watched as rocket climbed on top of the beast slicing its flesh and reached his hand in ripping out the heart. (y/n) couldn't help but stumble backwards as she could smelt a awful smell coming from monster as rocket held the heart up in the air.

(y/n)'s eyes lit up a bit as she now was able to see the heart, the thing they were going after. She could help but stare at it as it looked breath taking, it looked like a solid chunk of gold making her eyebrow go up as rocked stood up holding it proudly. "Great now we have the final part, let's go the others are probably already there." Rocket stated as he began walking back to the ship.

(y/n) let out a small huff still shocked, not that they had killed the monsters, she's used to that by now, considering she's been around it for the last 15 years. She snapped out of her thoughts as she still felt groot on the shoulder playing with some of her hair making her glance down at him.

"I am groot". He hummed out making her chuckle softly and toss some hair over his small head. "Maybe you need to grow out some hair. A nice green to brighten you up." she said back to the small plant making him smile and reply with a simple nod.

"I don't understand how you understand him.. doesn't it freak you out? A talking tree." Quill spoke up as he followed next to (y/n), she let out a small chuckle as groot continued to play with her hair wrapping small vines around her hair and she shrugged. "I mean he's still a person, he talks and has feelings why would it freak me out.." She stated back.

"Well maybe because you're from earth, how is this all normal to you." Quill responded as he walked up onto the space ships loading ramp. "Maybe it's because i wasn't born yesterday, after 15 years you learn to accept everything." She says as she followed behind him, once on the ship she sets groot down and smiles softly at him.

"We're in another galaxy, nothing surprises me anymore Peter." (y/n) states as she passed by quill heading to the main control room to meet up with rocket. "It's Star lord!" He cries out behind (y/n) making her and rocket laugh as they settle into their seats buckling up and (y/n) hums happily as groot comes and sit on her lap for the ride.

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How about "boxes" forrrr... Harrie? 💙

#27 — BOXES.

this is a sadder version of boxes. I am so sorry Harrie. Uhh there's a happier version of Harrie and boxes here but yk im opportunistic by nature and had to go in a completely opposite direction with this. im very glad this lovely girl is garnering a following of her own though<3

There are still things to go through and boxes to put them into, but no one in the house has the courage to handle it.

Grief is… strange. They’d all been prepared, in some way, for Gran and Gramps to go first. Her grandparents joked about it often, asking them to throw a “‘real big party” after putting them in the dirt. In that way, it made it easier, to know it would happen, to have some idea of who would be going first, even if they didn’t know when.

Grandparents were not supposed to bury their grandchildren. Mothers weren’t supposed to bury their sons. Harrie knows that. And yet that’s what they did, didn’t they? Charlie Morgan was now buried at sea, with a headstone set to remember him at their local cemetary, Mary and Charles Morgan were now without a son, and Harriet Morgan was a…

No, she was still a little sister. Her brother just went ahead, like he always did — he always liked to be first after all, and everything to him was a race. Maybe, if she tried hard enough, she could find comfort in that. That he’d be there, waiting at the finish line, whenever she crossed it. Maybe the casket was empty, but he’d be there. That much, Harriet was sure of. She was not an only child. Her brother’s just gone somewhere she can’t follow quite yet. Because sometimes big brothers do that.

The quiet of his untouched bedroom brings its own kind of comfort. With its slanted ceiling he used to smack his head on once he got too tall for it, and this soft, creaky bed beneath her — she does feel a little closer to him. She hopes, maybe a little foolishly, to sap some of the last remnants of wisdom from the walls. How did you ever do this, Charlie?

Harrie wasn’t home when he told their parents he was planning to join the Navy. He left school early to tell them — so she walked home from the bus stop alone. She was still in middle school then, and maybe she didn’t wholly understand it back then. She still kind of doesn’t now, knows her reasons for joining the Army are different from his, but there was still that looming nervousness there that has her picking at the skin of her battered fingernails.

Harrie liked planes. Charlie liked boats. They were different, in that respect.

She’s never felt nerves quite like these before as she takes in the space around her. Untouched sports trophies, his dresser vacant of hair products that he likely took with him to Hawaii, work boots still lined up by the door like he’ll rise from the spot she’s sitting in now and head out to help pa work the fields or tend to the chickens. The room is… alive in that way, come next summer these walls will still swell with the humidity like lungs taking in a breath. He’s still here.

Harrie rises, crosses over to his dresser and starts rummaging through the drawers. She doesn’t really know what she’s looking for. She just figures she’ll know when she finds it.

“Harriet? Are you in here?” Ma’s voice and approaching footsteps don’t startle her. She’s already committed herself to this before Ma steps into the room, frilly apron still tied around her hips. “There y’are. What’re you doin’ in here?”

It’s a heavy question. So heavy that Harrie takes a pause, stops upending Charlie’s sock drawer. She looks up, gives Ma a smile that she hopes isn’t wobbly-lipped. She’d been really good about not crying at the funeral or the service after. She doesn’t wanna start now.

“Was lookin’ for somethin’ before uh… before we start packin’ everything up,” she explains, feeling fourteen again, being told that Charlie was going into the Navy.

How did you do it?

Harrie takes a small breath, takes in the room that will soon be packed into boxes, then nods to herself before looking back at her mother, who’s crossed over to drag her finger across worn, well-loved wood and a dice set he never put away. Harrie pries her eyes from it reluctantly to look her mother in the eye, just like she’d always been raised to do.

“Ma, there’s somethin’ I needa tell you…” she starts out, “Y’might wanna sit down.” Taking her mother by the elbows, sitting her down on the bed.

Harrie figures, that however Charlie did it, it probably started something like this.

[innerpalaces]

The Life of a Cannon Fodder Mother-in-Law - 1

Chapter 1: The Deceived Mother-in-Law 1

Even though she had died, Liu Yuniang still felt like her heart was clogged, and her thoughts were unbearable.

There seemed to be a child's sad cry in her ears. She couldn't let go and really didn't want to die. Suddenly, she found that she was standing in a room with simple but exquisite furnishings. For Liu Yuniang, who was born in a merchant family, all this was a bit too elegant.

A voice in her head asked: "Are you willing to help resolve the resentment of people who died unjustly like you? There are rewards."

It was all too sudden and Liu Yuniang struggled to understand. After hearing the last sentence, she immediately asked: "What's the rewards?"

The voice was cold and emotionless: "For example... returning to your world and doing things over again. "

Liu Yuniang: "..." Do things over!

She must go back and do things over again!

Before she opened her eyes again, Liu Yuniang heard the two men next to her singing a double act. The older one sighed: "When a woman lives alone, the gossip is always unpleasant, and rumors can be as murderous as knives. If the maid who deliverd the gift today was a little late, she might have only been able to collect your godmother's corpse."

Liu Yuniang opened her eyes and saw a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old asking anxiously: "What should we do? Not to mention that she is the godmother who saved me, even it were a stranger, this is also a human life. We should save it if we can..."

"Now, we can probably only..." The middle-aged man looked over and said: "bring the person back to the mansion."

The young man clasped his hands together and said, "I promised to provide for my godmother in her old age. Dad, I will send someone to pick her up later." After saying that, he looked at Liu Yuniang again: "Mom, please let someone clean up Fuyuan Courtyard and let godmother move in later."

Liu Yuniang didn't know what was going on, but the father and son in front of her were obviously putting on a show to get this so-called godmother to move into the house. She subconciously felt that there was something inappropriate about this matter, and was trying to find a reason to stall. When she looked up, she saw the sun was rising outside, it should still be morning.

It was too early to argue that it was too late in the day, and she was hesitating in her heart when the maid waiting beside her exclaimed in a low voice: "That's the eldest miss's yard."

If the servant dared to speak and objected to the eldest miss's yard being occupied, there must be something wrong.

Liu Yuniang immediately made a serious face: "Fuyuan is not possible."

"My sister has been married for four years and has never come back to stay. Why not?" The young man looked puzzled: "I was thinking..."

"Don't even think about it." Her words were quick and concise, since she was afraid of making too many mistakes. Liu Yuniang stood up and walked into the inner room with a flick of her sleeves and then sat down to recieve the original host's memories.

Her original surname was Liu and her given name was Huixin. She was born in Liangzhou, and the Liu family was considered one of the local famous families. This seemingly beautiful scenery of a noble family is all brought about by the main branch. The side branches are just ordinary people and are not very capable.

Liu Huixin had been well educated in the four virtues since she was in young and was loved by her parents at home. However, when she was fifteen, her parents died of illness one after another. For fear of delaying her marriage, her uncle at home made the decision and married her during her filial mourning period.

The marriage was so urgent, and the girl's parents had died, so it was not easy to choose a match. In the end, she married the son of a scholar. The scholar's surname was Qi. Her partner was Qi Zhengming, an only son. The family had dozens of acres of fertile land, so although he was not considered rich, at least they always have enough food and clothing.

At first, it seemed that the scholar had taken advantage by marrying the Liu family. In fact, for Liu Huixin's situation at that time, it was a good thing to have such a marriage. After the young couple were wed, they did live a loving life. Not long after her filial mourning period ended, Liu Huixin became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter smoothly.

Everyone thought her womb bloomed first and would then bear fruit (t/n: meaning it was believed that since she gave birth to a daughter, ie. the bloom, she would later give birth to a son, ie. the fruit), but in the following years, Liu Huixin had no good news.

There are three ways to be unfilial, the worst of which is to have no descendants.

Especially since Scholar Qi was eagar to have an official in their family. After discovering that his son was a piece of rotten wood and could not pass the examination no matter how diligently he taught him, he wanted to teach a grandson... He often urged the young couple to have a son, so Qi Zhengming came up with the idea of ​​adopting a nearly three-year-old child from outside and named him Qi Hechen.

Qi Xiucai got his grandson as he wished, and as expected, the couple had a better life without any further urging. Liu Huixin thought about the fact that the child lost his mother at a young age, and since he was already her adopted son the two had a lifelong bond of mother and son, and she always took good care of him.

After more than ten years of this, Liu Huixin treated people with sincerity, her business was doing well, her family was prosperous, her daughter got married, and her son took a wife... Liu Huixin originally thought that she would be doting on her grandson and living a good life just like this. After a few years, she would hand over the family business and be able to retire in peace and quiet. Unexpectedly, Qi Hechen's godmother could not tolerate some rumors about her and hanged herself.

Fortunately, she was found in time and rescued.

Speaking of this godmother, it was quite mysterious. When Qi Hechen was six years old, he suffered from a strange illness and could not wake up. The doctor was helpless. Liu Huixin happened to hear from her maternal cousin that it was like being possessed by an evil spirit, so she asked the master to help her find a godmother to extend his life, and provided his birth date.

(t/n: There was a traditional belief that a child could be protected from evil spirits by the luck of an adopted parent or godparent. Sometimes a professional ‘godmother’ performed this role, and in some cases children were even adopted by trees or a large stones in order to gain protection from the attached spirit. In this case Liu Huixin believed that her adopted son was sick because of evil spirits and so wanted to find a godmother for him with an auspicious birth chart that could ward of the spirit supposedly making him sick.)

The woman they found to be a godmothe was actually about the same age as Liu Huixin. She was a very gentle young woman. Knowing that accepting this godson would save a child, she happily agreed. Strangely enough, Qi Hechen woke up from the the night after the ceremony. Even if you were skeptical about such metaphysical things, after this you had to believe. For Qi Hechen, it is not an exaggeration to say that it was a life-saving grace.

After showing such great kindness, the person was almost driven to death. Naturally, the Qi family father and son would not just watch, and quickly thought about bringing the person back.

Some things would not raise suspicion if they were placed in a dark place or were not frequent enough. Living under the same roof, Liu Huixin was not blind and soon discovered Qi Zhengming's unusual feelings for this godmother, Cheng Rumeng.

Needless to say, she was sad and uncomfortable. Later, she discovered that she had been living in lies spun by others for many years.

It is a lie that they were a loving couple loyal each other, the adopted son is a lie, and the adopted son's godmother is also a lie. She should be called the biological mother. Even the daughter-in-law who has just entered the house recognized Cheng Rumeng as her biological mother-in-law. They are the real family.

Liu Huixin was feeling sad, and her daughter was also living a miserable life. She was already feeling uncomfortable, and coupled with worrying about her daughter, she suddenly felt exhausted mentally and physically. When Qi Zhengming accused her of neglecting Cheng Rumeng, she finally couldn't help but question him.

Qi Zhengming denied it, and the couple had a big quarrel which ended with them both unhappy.

Liu Huixin came from a wealthy family and had been educated in the three obediences and four virtues since she was a child. No matter how unwilling she was, she was ready to admit it with her nose pinched. She wanted to settle the matter, but the two men were unwilling to do so. She fell ill within a few days and had been sick ever since.

Before dying, the young couple took the initiative to admit in front of the sickbed that they were afraid that she would make a fuss and affect Qi Hechen's reputation, so they killed her. The medicine that made her sick was given to her by her daughter-in-law herself everyday.

"You said before that Hechen and sister-in-law are the same in your eyes, and you are willing to risk your life for their safety. Now that you know these things, your life is always a hidden danger... It is good for all of us if you die. Don't worry, you will be my mother-in-law forever!"

This was the last sentence Liu Huixin heard before she died.

Liu Yuniang: "..." Meeting such a group of people was really eight lifetimes worth of misfortune. This was really tragic.

There was a knock on the door, and Liu Yuniang raised her voice and asked, "What's the matter?"

After Liu Huixin got married, her business grew bigger and bigger, and her temperament was also very different from before she got married. She was straightforward and spoke crisply.

There was a voice from outside: "Huixin, if you don't want our guest to stay in Fuyuan, then we will switch to Lanxie Courtyard. It happens to be summer and it's cool there, so it's not a sign of neglect. Remember to have someone clean it later."

Liu Yuniang opened the door: "Cleaning is fine, but it's not for guests. It's getting hotter and hotter recently. I want to move there to escape the heat."

Qi Zhengming looked at her disapprovingly: "This won't work, that won't work either. How about you tell me where to place her?"

Liu Yuniang was not annoyed and said calmly: "If you ask me, it is not appropriate her to move into our house."

"She tried to hang herself. Do you want to force her to death? " Qi Zhengming frowned: "Huixin, you have known her for so many years, and you are such a kind person. You are always willing to help everyone you know. How can you really watch her die?"

"It's not that." Liu Yuniang waved her hand: "She is still young and good-looking. If she is moved into the mansion, those who know the situation would say we took her in to prevent her from being troubled by rumors. But those who didn't know will think you have taken a concubine."

Qi Zhengming's face darkened: "Don't talk nonsense."

Liu Yuniang nodded: "I don't talk nonsense. In short, moving her into the house is not good for you or her. It's actually easy to stop outsiders from talking about her. She didn't have any children, so she shouldn't stay a widow forever. She might as well find a suitable marriage while she's still young." She clasped her hands togeter solemnly: "If she is shy, I will help her find a matchmaker."

Qi Zhengming was stunned for a moment and didn't understand how they had ended up talking about marriage. "She doesn't want to get married.

Liu Yuniang looked surprised: "Rumeng said it herself? When did she tell you?"

Qi Zhengming: "..."

He ground his teeth: "I guessed."

Liu Yuniang stepped out of the door and said, "She had a bad relationship with her previous husband. That sick man made her cry a lot, but she did her best to take care of him without any complaints until he passed away. She can be considered having done her duty by the Su family. It is said that women know women best. In my opinion, unless she has a sweetheart, she will definitely agree to marry again. You are a grown man, don't worry about these things, leave it to me." She said, and asked people to prepare the carriage, as if she was about to go out.

Qi Zhengming asked: "Where are you going?" He emphasized: "She hasn't said that she will get married again, so don't do bad things with good intentions. Let's bring her into the house first, and don't let her think wildly and commit suicide..."

Liu Yuniang was already walking to the door and she turned around after hearing those words: "I'm just afraid that she will still commit suicide, so I plan to send someone to keep an eye on her personally. Don't worry, in the worst case, I'll tie her up and she won't die."

What kind of method is this?

Qi Zhengming chased her outside the door: "You can't tie people up. We are not enemies. This is inappropriate..."

Liu Yuniang shook off his hand with a serious look on her face: "It's wonderful to be alive! She's just momentarily confused. She won't want to think about it later. She won't want to think about it later. If she's alive, she can choose a good husband to marry, and maybe she can have a child... By then, she will definitely thank me."

Qi Zhengming: "..." Thank your eight generations of ancestors!

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[xcelestialdreamingx]

kit, 29, she/her, gmt. self harm. // hey, isn’t that CELESTE SMITH, who looks a little like ASHLEY MOORE? i hear SHE/HER is/are a 32 year old CIS WOMAN who works as a COMMUNITY MIDWIFE  who has been in town for THIRTY TWO YEARS IN ASPEN CREEK. they AREN’T a member of one of aspen creek’s founding families. you can usually find them at the EVERGREEN FARMS. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of Stargazing on the Aspen Creek gazebo, Warming Tea, Tarot Cards and Pug puppies. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through!

Celeste was born and raised in Aspen Creek. Her father, a Catholic man, and her mother, Anna, a free spirit, met at a music festival and shared a weekend of passion—a weekend that resulted in a pregnancy and, soon after, a wedding. Celeste grew up in Aspen Creek and had a close relationship with both her parents. For a few of her early years, she was homeschooled by her father, who was dedicated to her education. But as Cel got older, she wanted to spend more time with other children, so her father gave in and sent her to a mainstream middle school.

She appreciates everything her parents did for her, recognizing the dedication it took. Family is incredibly important to her, and she has never felt the urge to leave Aspen Creek. When she was a child, her parents got divorced, and her mother left town. Now, she rarely sees her mother, aware that she’s off following her latest whim. Because of this, Cel is a practical person who always thinks before acting.

Celeste also has a half-sister through her mother, named Sadie. A few years after Cel’s parents divorced, Anna had moved on with her life and, during one of her many adventures, had a second daughter. Celeste met Sadie when she was still a young girl, and though they don’t see each other often Celeste feels a strong, quiet bond with her.

This complicated family dynamic has left a lasting mark on Celeste. While her father and the community of Aspen Creek have kept her grounded, the presence of Sadie and her mother’s sporadic attempts at reconnecting have deepened Cel’s sense of loyalty and responsibility. She’s fiercely protective of those close to her and works hard to maintain stability in her life, possibly as a response to the volatility her mother represents.

As a teenager, Cel was always taught the meaning of hard work and held several jobs in town. She moved out of her family home at 25, settling into a small apartment.

Cel attended college locally and initially trained as a nurse. However, after a few years of work, her ambition began to show, and she retrained as a midwife. Her work is extremely important to her, and she takes her responsibilities seriously. No matter what is going on in her life, Cel gives everything to her patients when she’s at work. In her teenage years, she had a fiery spirit and a close-knit group of friends who often got into trouble together. Cel believes in star signs and fate, and her decisions are often influenced by the horoscope page in the newspaper.

Her belief in fate ties closely to a recent event where she left her fiancé at the altar. Celeste and Tristan met at work, and their relationship blossomed quickly. Everything she’d ever been taught suggested that she was truly in love. Tristan was romantic and wanted to do things traditionally. He proposed, and feeling the pressure from those around her, Cel accepted. But as the wedding day drew nearer, she kept staring at the wedding dress hanging above her bedroom door, feeling uncertain. She couldn’t go through with it. Cel called her aunt and best friend, letting them know she was calling the whole thing off. She spent the next two weeks canceling flowers, caterers, and the honeymoon. She knew her father was disappointed, as was the rest of her family, but Cel is certain she did the right thing for herself.

She has no idea what the future holds for her in Aspen Creek, but she can’t wait to find out.

[percyaugod]

Feral Wally AU

AU where Wally is either abandoned or runs away from home as a young child. He takes shelter inside of Home who is rumored to be a haunted house that eats little kids. Wally doesn't care because it's the only place no one will bother him, so what if the things people say are true?

Home starts causing a ruckus, moving things around and making noise to draw attention to the lost child hiding inside it or at least scare the child off. When no one comes looking and the child doesn't run despite obviously bring scared Home starts to realize something is wrong.

There's not much they can do to help each other. Home lets Wally stay and Wally cleans Home and keeps everything in proper order. Home can't move to help Wally find food or other necessities.

Home getting increasingly protective, One time someone almost caught Wally taking food and tried to follow him inside. Home broke their arm by slamming the door on it when they reached inside before slamming at them threateningly.

Once word started spreading the haunted house was getting violent people started leaving. Soon the neighborhood was abandon.

Wally spending years alone with only Home for company and to talk to starts picking up its way of communicating. Mostly making sounds and gestures. Wally growing to be a few inches shorter than normal. With no one to teach him to cut or style it Wally's hair is long and free. Probably so many knots.

Was also thinking of there being side effects from spending so long in a supernatural house, especially during developmental years. Like odd black "stains" that go up his wrists and ankles that can't be washed off. Swirls in his eyes. Could be how he got his eating with his eyes trick in this AU.

Home and Wally seeing people come and go for years. The cost of living in the neighborhood dropping more and more as others refuse to stay.

Until some do start staying for one reason or another. The first bring a large blue dog who wants to be the first person to make a house laugh. Then a joyful girl who wants to prove to her sister she can live on her own. Followed close behind by a skeptic who tries to find a logical explanation, in between looking at the local species of butterflies. A couple of them literally falling from the sky. With more people businesses follow, bringing more people.

With everything getting shuffled around with them moving the others just think they lost some of their belongings. It's not until months later someone hears something outside in the middle of the night, going through their stuff, and catch a glimpse of Wally before he gives a hiss and skitters away with his stolen goods.

Cue weeks of the others trying to catch their own glimpse of whatever else is living in their neighborhood and trying to figure out where it comes from. Meanwhile Wally just eats his food he stole from Howdy and Poppy and goes through the clothes and costumes he stole from Julie and Sally.

[rosietrace]

『 A not-so-simple life 』

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「 ❏ Statement of Sumeragi Yuuta, regarding his life before coming to Twisted Wonderland 」

❏　〈 Statement recorded by Sumeragi Yuuta, prefect of Ramshackle 〉

❐　〈 Statement has been stored within the Night Raven College archives 〉

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『 Statement begins. 』

I really don't understand why I have to talk about it. If you ask me, Crowley shouldn't know anything about my life before coming here at all.

Unfortunately, let's just say he was rather…. Persistent, in wanting my statement. The statement of my life, that is.

I guess I should call it my ‘old life’.

…. I'll just get straight to the point. I wouldn't want to bore anyone who's listening to this statement, after all.

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ✧̣̩⋆̩◊⋆゜【❀】

For seven years of my life, I was living out on the streets. Homeless, malnourished, and really unclean.

Sure, I lived in a homeless shelter for a while, but things got complicated. And difficult. And I left once I turned four.

…. I'd rather not specify why.

I never knew my biological mother, or my father. No idea what happened to them, but… I'm scared to find out.

I'm not sure why.

But either way, I don't wanna make it too much of a hassle to explain. I was living out on the streets for the first seven years of my life.

I often had to rummage through the trash of fast food joints for food, and all the water I drank usually came from the lake in one of the local parks.

It wasn't an easy life. I honestly pity little me for having to go through all that for so long.

Eh. But what can you do, right? The past is the past, so…. Might as well make the future a little brighter.

And that's what I thought they'd give me. The Kenshō family. Old money.

Really traditional, and really rich.

They named me ‘Yuuta’. Or rather, I told them my first name was ‘Yuu’, and they simply added to it.

Not that my name would've changed the way they raised me.

I don't even know why they adopted me in the first place. If they were gonna adopt a child, they should've at least given that child some good old-fashioned acknowledgment!

Hah, then again, knowing them? They were way too focused on making a profit than taking care of the child they decided to adopt off the streets! Assholes, is what they are!

…. Forget them. Forget that life. Fuck them, and fuck their money.

I… If I'm gonna make a statement about my life, I might as well talk about something — someone — I actually care about.

I met a girl when I was in the fourth, maybe fifth, grade. We knew each other up until our second year of middle school. And after that? I never saw her again.

There was nothing between us. If anything, I like to think she saw me as a brother, rather than anything outside of that. I certainly saw her as a little sister.

It makes me feel even shittier, going back and remembering the way I treated her once we got into the sixth grade.

I don't even know what came over me. I just…. I just decided to treat my only friend like shit, just for the acknowledgment of people who never gave that much of a fuck about me.

And it sucks. It sucks to know that I tormented her up until the second year of middle school, and before I could even begin to apologize — she left.

Maybe it's for the better. Maybe she's happier now, now that she's far from me.

….. I miss her. And, I wish I got the chance to apologize to her.

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[rizavii]

my writing plans!

this list will be updated regularly. if something was here before, but isn't any more, i've most likely finished and published it! feel free to ask or check my ao3 :)

feel free to ask me about any of these ideas! i <3 talking about them :)

AI Allura AU (wip) Allura is killed in the attack on Altea, and saved in the same was Alfor was. Alfor is alive instead.

Max Ride AU (aka wingfic) (wip) A feel-good, plotless fic with none of the actual Max Ride drama <3

like they'll never fall down (wip) A post-Kerberos fic about Keith, written from finish to start

would i run off the world someday? (wip) Lance feels untethered in the wake of battle, and Hunk helps him back to the ground.

interstate 75 (wip) The paladins (plus Allura and Lotor) survived an intergalactic war, so surely they can survive a seven-hour road trip. Right?

guardian angel (wip) idk how to describe this ok it's just Projection Central

Krolia and the ice cream shop (wip) One part Krolia & Keith fic, one part Keith/Hunk fic. It starts, as many good things do, with a trip to a local sweets shop.

my, what big teeth you have! (wip) Lance's new roommate is not a vampire, because vampires aren't real. Lotor taking the evening classes, having pointy teeth, and talking like a Shakespeare character doesn't mean a thing!

missing out, missing you (wip) Adam's side, from Earth.

and the universe said i love you because you are love (wip) a minecraft au series!

Honerva, Zarkon, and Lotor in the afterlife

Allura/Hunk/Lance/Keith after the war

5 times someone thought Keith might be more than human, and one time they found out he was

T4T Allurance

Five times Hunk makes someone's comfort food, and one time someone makes his

Allura has been dead from the beginning

Shiro is bad at cooking but make it OCD flavored

Hunk meets the family (families? idk, Hunk/Keith/Lance)

Keith vs James

Kallura Galtean Princess/Knight AU (keith gets to kill someone with his teeth)

Lotor ft “notre dame” by paris paloma

Lotureith where lotor and allura absolutely shower Keith in gifts <3

Keith with an Older Sister

Shiro finds a child idk man I just like kid fics

Shiro is a vampire, Keith is autistic, they're both dumb as rocks

Lance and Coran think about home together

Adam and Keith after Kerberos (idea by the little worm I call a sibling <3)

5 times Hunk got food at a local gas station in the middle of the night, and 1 time he didnt (ty leo)

Allura breakdown <33

Lotor cuts his hair after the war

Betting on who’d get into a fight

Lotor eats one of Allura’s mice

Galran courtship is just mutual stalking

Keitor with a lil kid bc they deserve one

Lotura to the quote, "If I've got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands."

Qpp kallura but they’re super affectionate and everyone thinks they’re dating

BOM Lotor but during the trials he sees Honerva

Idfk just something krolivan i wanna write them

Mansplain Manipulate Manwhore

Keitor but they have tails (fuck you LSP i hate all of you guys)

Keith post-kerb to the quote "I was fifteen when you left and I have been fifteen ever since."

[changelingsandothernonsense]

One question for each Joshi, Erra, and Sydari, but the number is randomized. ❤️

Hey Winterfriend! I'm finally getting around to answering stuff!

8. What do they sleep in? Pj’s, normal clothes, nothing? This is where I point out that this pic is canonically Joshi's sleepwear in my fic. Which means that he sleeps naked if he can help it, that robe is an emotional comfort thing and covers nothing. If he's having to share camp he'll just sleep in his trousers. Though he finds it uncomfortable. 20. What do they hate being teased about? Are they teased often? Sydari is very self conscious about her literacy skills. Or until recently, a lack thereof. She used to be teased about it when she was younger, and used to compensate heavily for it. She just never got the opportunity to learn when some of her peers did. She had to be more focused on keeping out of the cold and finding food. She's since learned enough Common Cyrodiilic since joining the Thieves Guild to get her by. She unfortunately hasn't picked up Dunmeris yet and she's too embarrassed to tell her closest companion that she can't yet. The guy is fluent in three modern Tamrielic languages and she's aware that he's got knowledge of a few ancient ones as well. Teldryn doesn't mean anything malicious by his teasing, she knows that. She just doesn't want to be teased about this. 39. Do they have siblings? if so, how many? Do they like them? Erra is the middle child, with an older brother and younger sister.

Etana is thirty years older than Erra (Erra is 46 at the time of Sleepers Awake, Etana is 76. He's married and is not far off his first child being born (just before the Battle of Red Mountain). So unfortunately he doesn't get to meet most of his nieces and nephews. Etana and Erra were very close, Erra sending back much of the coin that he earned working as a mercenary and guide. Etana can no longer hunt since an injury in Kogoruhn and the subsequent punishment for going in the first place left him unable to hunt. Etana doesn't like that his exiled little brother has to send him coin just to keep everything afloat Blight killing all the guar and shalk herds has made access to food difficult to come by and hunting whatever creatures are left in the ashwastes is all they can do for sustenance, with most of the animals they find being sick. Erra gives Etana that coin because he knows its the only way he can be sure that non contaminated food gets bought in. It means that it gives the Urshilaku an option to barter in town and bring home food that isn't contaminated with blight. Etana still thinks it derives from pity, Erra wished that he didn't, but it's not like he can write to him to clarify. Erra only started learning written Dunmeris (Ashland has no written form) when he moved to Maar Gan and needed it out of necessity. Blight is what took Erra's parents and younger sister, Elia from him. An outbreak from a local citadel was the origin point for a wave of corprus disease to spread through the wastes and devastated most of the Urshilaku clan. Erra was 15 when it happened and still has a vague suspicion as to why it passed over both him and his brother but he can't prove it. Alia was 7 when she died, but he adored her. It's one of the main reasons Erra keeps coming back to fighting Blight creatures and is part of what drives him to fight alongside the Nerevarine in the first place. It's his excuse when he's still hiding his feelings from him, anyway.

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Lesser Known Destiel Fics pt 3

You guys really liked the last list... so here are some more lesser known Destiel fics! This time, we're doing ones with less than 10k hits :)

You Deserve To Be Loved by sandean_cas (1k)

Castiel senses Dean's longing and meets him on the bridge.

Loving Castiel by dinluke (1.9k)

“How did you find me?” Dean asks. Castiel squints and looks at him like he’s the sun.

“Your, uh, yearning was pretty loud,” he says sheepishly.

Mister Scarecrow Hates Halloween by Carrieosity (3.1k)

Castiel hates Halloween, so being roped into working in costume at a pumpkin patch has him seething in misery. And now, of all things, the object of his unrequited crush is walking toward him, and Cas is praying the costume will hide him just a bit longer.

Boneless Wings by PallasPerilous (4.3k)

For those of you perving along at home, Dean could absolutely provide a list of the hundred or so ways that having a boyfriend with giant fucking actual wings is super hot and/or awesome.

This is not that list.

Grace by july_19th_club (5.1k)

A man dies. What happens next will shock you.

a covenant of salt by museaway (5.1k)

They didn’t put up a tree on Cas’s first Christmas in the bunker.

Enhanced Extraction Techniques by goldenraeofsun (5.7k)

The Empty takes Meg’s shape, Samandriel’s, Duma’s, every one of the thousands of angels Cas killed up in heaven. But in the middle of lecturing Cas in the form of Balthazar, it explodes in a burst of light and sound.

Dean Winchester stands in the aftermath.

New All Over Again by Castielslostwings (5.7k)

Dean and Cas as childhood sweethearts separated as teenagers who have been searching for each other for years without success. Against all odds, they reunite in the middle of Times Square at midnight on New Year’s Eve.

The Cry of Elisha after Elijah by intothesilentland (5.8k)

The kicker is, Dean had been trying to live.

Really live. And not bite out in anger at the fraying of his heart: Cas, gone, Jack, gone—all that was left was him and his brother, and Dean had been trying to live, in spite, in light of that.

In a world like the unsteady first steps of a child, apprehensive arms and hands cradling the air around them, ready for a slip, excited for a step, Dean had been trying to walk forward, too. Though every step had meant every pain.

Upon his death, and arrival in heaven, Dean sets out to find the angel. He has to tell him. Cas has to know.

(un)conventional by imogenbynight (6.1k)

Spec Lit Con--Speckly Con, to it’s regular attendees--is an annual weekend-long event held in Chicago, dedicated to science fiction, fantasy and otherwise speculative literature. This year Dean's favorite author, C.J. Novak, is appearing as a panelist. Naturally, he shells out the cash for an all access pass.

Event Horizon by Winglesss (6.4k)

Castiel couldn't have helped his sister. That's why being offered a chance to help somebody else dealing with suicidal thoughts he took it without hesitation.

When he gets the first text from someone who needs his help, nothing goes as he expected.

My Own Little World by tale_to_tell (6.8k)

Castiel stumbles into a local café in order to avoid the rain, and during the process he meets a very attractive barista by the name of Dean Winchester. It doesn't take long for Castiel to fall in love with Dean's wit and charm.

Too bad that Dean has a boyfriend.

Lost and Found by whelvenwings (7.7k)

“Chuck Shurley? Sure, I’ve read his books. Kinda Vonnegut, but like, Kilgore-Trout Vonnegut, you know?” Dean took another gulp of his whisky, and smacked his lips like an adult. The guy sitting beside him at the bar, however, did not look suitably impressed. In fact, he was staring down into the bubbles of his cider, not even noticing the way that Dean was smiling at him, giving him the eyes.

“I thought his stuff was pretty good, in a kinda metamodern way,” Dean added airily, and a little more loudly.

The guy only nodded gloomily. Dean almost clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in frustration. C’mon, dude, I’m trying to impress you. Twenty minutes of talking and all Dean had to show for it was a weird first name, a series of dour stares and the strangest need to know more about this – Castiel.

In the House of the Rising Bun by starryiedd (9k)

Dean Winchester only has three rules concerning the cafe he and his brother Sam own, "House of the Rising Bun".

1. Any and all opportunities to make a pun will be taken.

2. Free regular coffee with your student ID (If you want some of that fancy nonsense you gotta pay, sorry kids).

3. Anyone and everyone is always welcome.

Between Dean running the shop full-time and Sam helping out whenever he isn't in class, there really isn't a whole lot of time for romance for either of them. But that all changes when they gain a new regular - some writer from London - who may or may not have the bluest eyes Dean's ever seen.

Once Upon a Time in a Christmas Bakery by noxsoulmate (10k)

What would Christmas Time be without a little fun in a Christmas Bakery?

akasha by quillquiver (14k)

Five years ago, an angel fell off the coast of Cannon Beach, Oregon.

Dean’s coming off a vamp nest in Boise when he gets the call on his Other Other Cell: two dead, definitely his kinda thing. But when he arrives in town, what originally looks like a cut-and-dry case soon turns up more questions than it does answers: What kind of monster uses medical equipment to exsanguinate its victims? Why is this monster here in the first place?

And what the hell is up with the witch at the end of the street?

Something Icky This Way Comes by almaasi (21k)

Charlie Bradbury is a professional investigator of supernatural happenings, and Dean Winchester is her work partner and best friend, currently bunking in their office. Requiring insight for a particularly bizarre case on the night before Halloween, they call their go-to FBI lab guy, Castiel – who Dean hates. Totally and completely despises. And yet somehow they’ve always gotten along perfectly well in the heat of the moment. Anyway, there’s an ectoplasm-producing rabbit high on catnip floating around the office, and the creature’s predicament really needs to be addressed, or Charlie’s Halloween party will have to be cancelled. And nobody wants that. Least of all, Cas.

Serendipity by whelvenwings (23k)

Stuck on opposite sides of the country, Dean and Cas make big sacrifices to be together at a special time of the year. However, when they realise that their joint idea of paying a surprise visit to each other's faraway home has left them still trapped miles away from each other, they have to find some way to meet in the middle - and it has to be before midnight if it's going to be perfect...

Lucky Winner by natmoose (31k)

Dean wins a trip to Paris. In and of itself, that’s an amazing thing, but the problem is: he isn’t in a relationship with Lisa anymore, and the trip requires a romantic partner. The obvious choice is Cas, his roommate and best friend of 3 years, but coming with that are some very very complicated feelings and things Dean absolutely doesn’t want to deal with.

But Dean isn’t selfish and also really wants to give his overworked best friend a well deserved holiday, so the only and best solution is to take Cas to Paris, romantic theme be damned. What Dean doesn’t know is that their whole trip will be documented by a photographer from the company - so to avoid their vacation being cut short, Dean and Cas will have to convincingly play a couple.

4545 by anyrei and queerwerewolf (120k)

Albert Einstein predicted that, while he didn’t know with what weapons World War III would be fought, World War IV would be fought with sticks and stones. He wasn’t far off.

Humanity is surviving in a world without daylight, in a society where emotions are a luxury no one is allowed to have. But how important is surviving when you have nothing to live for? Two hunters find the answer to that question when they stumble over a miracle in the shape of a strange, blue-eyed man in a beige coat bearing… chocolate? Whatever that is.

I hope you enjoy reading these hidden gems! Thank you to all the amazing writers who share their work with us, and happy reading!

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Omg I just realised this panel. Omg. Kunikida is giving oldest child energy. Ranpo is the youngest and yosano is giving middle child energy hdhdhddjnd

Fukuzawa is giving single father trying his best to raise problem children, exhausted to the bone. It’s giving affluent European family in the early 20th century. This panel makes it look like their mother died some many years ago giving birth to Ranpo, and Kunikida had to step up to take care of his younger siblings while their father was constantly busy working, though he tried his best to make time for them. It looks like they were rich enough to afford several maids and nannies as well, but they wanted more of the familial bond. Kunikida would grow up to inherit his father’s empire, and run it efficiently. Ranpo would leave the country and be like an author or like some big name producer in Hollywood. Yosano would start a school and orphanage or something along those lines, and also be Kunikida’s top advisor.

Picture this: an affluent European family in the 20th century. The year is 1932. It has been over a decade since the war now. Fukuzawa was conscripted right towards the end of the war and so avoided a good chunk of it. He has one kid with his beloved wife, and he is currently two years old. They are happy, and four years later, they have another kid, this time a girl. Their lives are nothing out of the ordinary, they’re happy with what they have. Until, three years later, when their lives would turn upside down. She finds that she’s going to have a third kid, but wisps of war are showing on the horizon. And right before he has to go to war, their third kid is born. It’s bittersweet, because she died at childbirth. The kid is the most precious thing he has ever laid his eyes upon, and he does not want to leave them. Unfortunately, he was conscripted and had to go. The kids were to stay with their mother’s family till he returned, and Kunikida, the oldest, 9, did his best to obey his father when he told him to “take good care of your siblings and yourself”. Six years later, their father would return for good. The war was over, he was home now. He could barely recognise his kids, and they him. It was a bittersweet reunion, his oldest two welcoming him back, the youngest a bit indifferent; so far he had grown up without a father or mother. He only knew his siblings and his aunts. However, the cruel circumstances of fate did not seem to touch him and he was a gleeful little boy. As far as he was concerned, he just had one more person to play with.

They grew up, slowly; their father started a business and it started to flourish. Ever the obedient lad, Kunikida stuck by his father’s side, learning how to run the business he was the future heir of.

In the meanwhile yosano would teach the young Ranpo quite a number of things, and most importantly introduce him to the art of storytelling. He would read books fervently, and was a big fan of theatre. He’d go to the local theatre, watch plays, go to the cinema watch movies. He never missed a new release.

In the meanwhile, yosano would study the sciences with an ardent passion, and she would go out in search of new plants; she was a genius and would go on to excel in the fields of botany, zoology and etymology. She was as sharp as they could get.

Eventually, their father got too old to run the business, and the kids were old enough. Ranpo had left for America some time ago. And from his letters, seemed to be doing very well for himself, and had no plans of coming back anytime soon. Still, he divided his assets equally among them and left his oldest in charge of the business, and his sister was his right hand, a top executive and an advisor. She herself would oversee her younger brother’s share and on her own would build a school.

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It's almost 2am and I can't sleep so maybe I'll write about my WoL.

Ryune (named M'rune at the time) grew up in the Fringes as part of the M Tribe not too far from the Peering Stones. She had three siblings, all older, and both parents were in her life. She was very young when Garlemald came. She lost her two older sisters when they went off to fight. Her first home was gone.

Most who survived ended up congregating at the Peering Stones for safety, but when her brother didn't come back from foraging, her mother went out to find him. They were later both found dead with a large amount of dead Garlean Soldier around. Fearing for their safety and completely devastated by it all, her father took her away, hoping to find solace deeper within Eorzea. Her second home was fled.

They had a rough time traveling through Shroud, but ended up being directed to Little Ala Mhigo once being rather unceremoniously ousted by a Serpent patrol. They were welcomed warmly enough at the time and were selected to make themselves useful. Ryune picked up leatherworking and helped on local patrols since the Brass Blades certainly weren't there to help them. Late into her teens, full of angst and hats towards Garlemald and what they had done to her family and people, then ended up I'm a lot of trouble. A local Ul'dahn youth had made a makeshift armor set to look garlean and was making fun of the refugees in the middle of the settlement as some cruel joke. Ryune snapped, and the boy was dead moments later. She fled South to the desert to evade the Blades, leaving her father and her second home behind.

She was found, exhausted, dirty, and dehydrated in the sands by an U Tribe hunting party and brought to their settlement. She told them what had transpired, expecting them to take her back or cast her out, but instead, she found them opening their home to her. Only a few days later, she spotted her father in the desert searching for her and brought him back. She told him she intended to stay and was going by the name U'ryen, at least for now. He agreed it would be for the best and that he was overjoyed that she was okay. He told her that he would now go to Limsa to lay low and make coin, but after he left, the only news she got was that he and the ship he had served on had been subsumed by the sea. Now 20 and finding herself quite restless, she packed her things and said her goodbyes, changing her hair and clothing and name to Ryune to better blend in as a common adventurer, and hopped on a trading cart for Ul'dah, unsure of what she might find, thus leaving her 4th home behind.

She made her home at the Shifting Snads for a while until the betrayal of the monetarists, forcing her from her 5th home. By the time she got settled in Coerthas with Alhpinaud and Tataru, she was fairly determined to not be cast out of her 6th home.

The Dragonsong War concluded. Ryune was called to the East where she would meet M'naago, a girl she had befriended as a child, and they would end up forming a relationship. This ended with her calling Gyr Abania her 7th home, and when it ended up in ruins by the hand of Zenos it was all anyone could do to stop her from getting herself killed by throwing herself at him.

At this point the concept of home had become more of a burden than a place ot rest, and so she sold her things she had in Courthas and stopped having a room at the Shifting Sands to go to. Knowing what it was like to lose her own, though. Made her that much more determined to get it back for others.

Being yanked into the First did not help this mindset. She never felt at rest here until the end of that story, and even then, she was wary of becoming too comfortable. Around this time, though, she began feeling something else, that perhaps her home was not a place but rather the people she trusted. She ended up spending a lot more time in the reconstructed Gyr Abania and with M'naago during this time as well as a company of amicable individuals she could call upon.

When the towers appeared, she was actually fearful. They, and the end of days, were a threat to her peace and to the people she cared about on an existential level, meaning the new concept of home she had was pretty much directly under attack. It pushed her to new heights but also gave her a new understanding. Knowing the truth about the Garleans, she now no longer hated them and instead saw them as victims. This was especially true upon seeing the devastation that had taken place in Garlemald, taking her back to her memories of her own small village in the Fringes in smoldering ruin.

At the conclusion of the events of Endwalker, she has her hands in every reconstruction effort she could get herself into. Her personal experiences in losing her home make her determined to help set things right, though she knows she can't truly replace what was lost. This was very fulfilling work and let her spend a lot of time with M'naago due to her experience in such endeavors and also having the time to enjoy her company in general.

But, natually, adventure always calls, and Ryune finds herself traveling all over the world, helping those in need.

Maybe I'll sleep now, that was nice to write about. I should go more in-depth with some of it sometime.

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The offer(Chapter 4)

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Y/N's POV

I walked into the nearest "The Twosome Place"  with that Yuna girl, she's wearing her hood once again and had her sunglasses on. With her mask on too, she was almost impossible to recognise

"One caramel macchiato, and one..." Yuna said, nudging me in the shoulder

"An espresso, thank you."

"So, Y/N, care to tell me abit about yourself?" "Well, erm, I'm Y/N as I told you, I'm an only child, before...before both my parents perished in a car accident." "I'm so sorry to hear that." "Don't be, You aren't the drunk bastard who killed them. There isn't much I remember about them though. I was orphaned at 5, no foster families or adoptive parents wanted me, no relatives to take me in either, so I stuck around at the orphanage until I was 14, then left to earn money. Couldn't really earn money while studying either, so I dropped out of high school to do odd jobs. That's my life so far I guess. How about you?" "Well, my name is Shin Yuna, and as I assume you can't tell, I am a Kpop Idol." The cogs began to click in my head. I saw her on some Music videos. Hmm, no wonder she looks so pretty. Wait what? You didn't hear that. Anyways, back to her "I'm a member of ITZY, I graduated from the Hanlim Arts School, and I'm in the middle of a comeback with my group."

She then began rambling about her life and members, as she seemed like an infinite ball of energy, but, something was a little weird.

"What about your family?"

Hearing that, she tensed up, and a sour look overcame the face that was so full of light just a moment ago. Oh shit, fuck fuck fuck, I pissed her off

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, we don't have to talk about them if you don't want to."

"No, it's fine, you told me about your family, it is only right I tell you about mine. I was abandoned by my parents. They don't want anything to do with me, and I don't want anything to do with them. All I have, all I had left was my Sister."

"Had?"

"She's....missing I guess. I haven't seen her in a very long time, and I miss her a lot."

"That's horrible. I'm sorry you had to go through that. Have you tried finding her? Or the local authorities-"

"I'm sorry Y/N, could we not? Please?" She said as I saw beads of little water droplets drip from her eyes.

"Yeh, no worries, soooo, Could you tell me why we're having coffee together?" I said, trying my best to change the topic and cheer her up, which seem to kind of work, as I saw her wipe her tears and force out a little smile.

"Ah, yes. So, my group has been needing a Personal Assistant to help us around the dorm, but we don't really want someone who's a fan. Don't get me wrong, I love all our fans, but it would be a little weird to have a fan be our personal assistant. And you obviously don't know us from the fact that you didn't recognise me at the store. We want someone who's nice, kind, and you fill in the box nicely. Plus, and I say this with the least amount of offence intended, but even before we chatted, I could guess you needed a job."

"Hey, what is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, Y/N, you look like a hobo."

"Rude, but not wrong....Job sounds enticing though, and to be perfectly frank I need the money. What would my duties entail?"

"Pretty basic stuff, help us buy stuff we need, accompany us out should we need it, cooking and cleaning if necessary, but we usually clean up after ourselves so it should not be much of a problem. If need be, you will need to help our manager keep track of our schedules and escort us for practices and what not. Your meals will be provided for and you'll live in our dorm."

"That sounds good, but me, stay in a dorm with 5 girls? Seems a tad inappropriate doesn't it?"

Yuna smirked before reaching over the table and poking me in the cheek, saying, "Well. unless you're a pervert who plans to do unspeakable things to 5 young maidens, then I think we'll be fine."

I blushed at the sudden skin ship as I shook my head as she smirked. "Good, I'll tell JYP-nim, he'll interview you soon and if he accepts, you'll get the job. In the meantime, shall we chat a little more?"

There, hours seemed like minutes as Yuna and I chatted it up like old friends. She couldn't seem to stop, like a boundless battery had been attached to her. She told me stories about her members, her schoolmates and her life for the recent years, as I looked at her with amazement. We had not met for more than a day, but she seemed so overjoyed to have someone to genuinely talk to. I guess being an Idol is pretty lonely too. Through it all, her smile remained ever so vibrant. It was really refreshing. Suddenly, something flashed into my mind, she looks so familiar, like she was in my dream. Her name was, Gaeul I think? I'd never seen her before though.

"Getting bored of me already?" Yuna pouted as she saw me space out, as I shook my head and said, "Sorry, had a weird dream last night and something popped in my head, what did you say?" "JYP-nim is ready to see you, a car will be sent to pick us up in 20 minutes"

At JYP building

"Ah, Y/N, come in and take a seat."JYP said as I knocked on his door

I sat down in front of his office desk and flashed a small smile, only to be met with a stony stare

"Before we continue, I need you to understand one thing. I treat all my artists like my kids, and if anyone does anything to hurt or endanger them, I will see to it they have no future, anywhere. Is that clear?" "Yes Sir." "Now, before I hire you, I'd like to ask, who in the world are you? My people ran some background checks on you, and we found almost nothing. It's like you haven't existed until very recently. Why is that?" "Well, I'm unsure of that sir. Maybe you need to hire better people." I said, with a slight chuckle, before collecting myself once again under the now both stony and disapproving stare of JYP. Small talk, not my strong suit. "Well, to be honest, I am unsure why information on me is limited, and if that were to make you not trust me, I understand that, there's nothing I can do about that, lost most of my documents ages ago, however, What I can do is promise you that I will take care of your girls to the best of my abilities. I am new to this, and I will falter, but I will do my utmost. That much I can promise you." JYP continued staring at me, seemingly assessing me for any tells of me lying to him, before giving me a small smile and saying, " Well, that's good to hear. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be able to hire you if I wanted to, as an enigma is hard to trust, however, as Yuna personally vouched for you, I will make an exception. Aish, never been able to say no to that girl. Don't let me down kid." I smiled as I was jumping for joy in my head. First Semi-Stable Job I've ever had, and my employers seem to be really nice. This is great!

I walked out and looked at Yuna, who smirked at me. "Got it?" "How did you-" "JYP-nim doesn't know how to say no to me hehe. Let's go to your apartment to pack up your things, then I'll bring you to your new home."

Yuna and I walked into my grey box as a look of shock overcame Yuna's face "You live here? No offence but our toilet is bigger than this." "Hey, this apartment is the best that no money can buy. Don't judge alright, taking care of you girls is the first stable job I've had." Yuna slithered up to me, grabbing my arm again and resting her chin on my shoulder "I'm your hero, aren't I." I blushed once again, this girl is too damn cute, she's like a temptress or something, and she loves skin ship way too much I quickly swiped her hand off as she chuckled and watched as I packed. Literally a minute later, we were headed out of my grey box. What, did you expect me to need boxes? I have like 4 outfits, the bed came with the apartment, and other than that, I had just a small bag of insignificant junk.

As we headed to ITZY's dorm, Yuna fell asleep next to me. Like she trusted me, just like that. I could never, years of being treated like garbage by everyone left me with a healthy dose of trust issues. She looked so cute in her sleep though, her lips looked so--- oh for god sakes Y/N keep it in your pants. You work for her now. Fuck it up and she can simply fire you. Gotta be on my best behaviour.

Once we reached the dorm, I gently shook Yuna, as she groggily woke up, and somehow, just like that, she was up on her feet and as energetic as ever. How? I swear this woman is not human.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dorm. Opening the door, I saw four other faces. Two of them were closer up front, one with a neutral look and the other clearly with an unhappy face. Two other behind had small smiles as they timidly waved at me.

One of the girls who was in front, who kinda looked like that one Dragon, mumbled "Girls, hurry."

The other girl who was already in front rolled her eyes, as she stepped forward, with the two behind stepping up too, and Yuna joined them too, a smile etched on her face.

"Hana, Dul,Ses, all in us, hello, we are ITZY." The five said in unison.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, I'll be your assistants."

"Y/N, lets gooooo." Yuna said as she tugged me by the hand and rushed me in, past 4 very different girls, with different thoughts and feelings towards me.

This is gonna be interesting.

In the Dark

Knull sat upon his throne, holding a holovid projector as he looked, seeing a masked figure who glared back at him.

"You called for me?" "Yes my pet, I have been informed that the Prince of the Gap dimension has been banished to Earth. His information has just been sent to you.You are to kill him for me, or you know what happens. This prince has a bracelet on him, enchanted to always protect him from any harm. However, like all that the highfather does, it is flawed. The enchantment can be overwritten and will be deactivated if the prince fully and completely trusts them." The masked figure glared at him, rolling their eyes but said nothing. Obedience to Knull was forced, there was no choice involved. "The false gods and self-appointed defenders of the Earth. They shall pay for their hubris, and you shall be the piece that shatters them." "Yes my liege" In the background, Knull could hear some commotion

"Jisoo unnieeeeee, hurryyyyy" Knull chuckled," Ah your humans are always whining huh." "May I be excused." "Go, and I expect results. You know what happens if I do not get them."