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emy-loves-you · 4 years ago

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Useless Gays: The Prequel Chapter 2

Thick as Thieves

Chapter 1 | Masterlist | Chapter 3

So this chapter is divided into 3 flashbacks: The first one has Roman at 5 years old, 10 in the second one, and somewhere between 20 and 24 in the third one (after high school, before WNaUG). For those of you who are reading this and not WNaUG (which makes no sense but okay), Rebecca/ReeRee is Remus' deadname. Remus and Roman are fraternal twins, with Remus being slightly older. Remus will be using the name Rebecca and she/her pronouns because: 1.) Remus didn't realize that he was a boy until he was 13, so he wouldn't use male pronouns yet. 2.) This chapter is all in Roman's POV. Roman never knew that Remus transitioned, since he ran away before telling Roman. So, until someone tells him, Roman will always use she/her pronouns when describing ReeRee.

“Come on, Ro! It’s not that high!” She laughed, striking a dramatic pose.

“Yes, it is!” 8-year-old Roman yelled, balling his hands up at his sides. She knew he was afraid of heights! Roman started crying, and he glared at the bottom of the tree. He was such a crybaby. Why couldn’t he be brave like her?

She stopped laughing. Roman looked up and saw her smiling softly at him, no longer teasing. “(Sigh) Here, give me your hand. We’ll go up together.” She crouched on the tree branch, using one hand to steady herself and lowered the other one towards Roman.

Roman frowned, eyeing the hand in suspicion. “You’re not gonna drop me, right?”

She raised her arm to place over her heart. “I swear as your big sister-”

“By six minutes!”

“I won’t drop you. Or pretend to drop you. Or shake the branch. Or drop down and leave you up here-”

“Okay, I get it!” Roman yelled, stomping his foot.

She smiled again, the type of smile that Roman wishes he saw more often. It was the smile that said I love you. You mean the world to me. I will always protect you. “I would never use your fear for my own amusement. You know that, Ro. And if you fall, I’ll catch you. I promise.” She extended her hand again. “Now get your butt up here! I have somethin’ to show ya!”

Roman grabbed her hand, and there was a scary woosh before he was in the tree. He buried his head in her hair, so scared. We’re so high up and we’re gonna fall fall fall fall fa-

“Shh,” her hand rubbed against his back, grounding him. “We’re fine, we’re safe, nothin’s gonna happen I swear.” They sat like that for a few minutes, Romans sobs slowly turning into sniffles. She slowly pulled away, using her hands to keep Roman steady. “Better?” He nodded. “Good. Now look.” She pointed somewhere off to his left. He forced himself to look away from her face, his fears resurfacing. He took a deep breath before turning towards his left.

“Woah.” There, on the neighboring branch, was a bird’s nest. There were two eggs, and Roman watched as cracks slowly formed along the eggs. The two birds were nearly identical, with the bird on the right hatching seconds before its sibling. “They’re so pretty.”

“That’s us.” She relaxed on the branch, her back leaning up against the tree. “Birds of a feather flock together. And we’ll stay together, even when our wings are plucked and our dreams are shattered. Twins forever, right?”

He opened his mouth to respond. “Righ-”

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” Roman shrieked in fright, suddenly losing his grip on the branch. He screamed as he started to fall.

“Ro!” Suddenly, arms were wrapped around him, and he landed on top of her. “Ah! God that hurt! Are you okay Ro!”

Ro nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay.” He got up and gasped. “Your arm!” Her arm was twisted from where it was crushed underneath him.

She went to move it and hissed in pain. “I think it’s broken.” She smiled, but Roman could see tears in her eyes. “At least I caught you! I told you that you’d be fine!” Before Roman could respond, his mother marched up to them. Momma immediately began to scold them, only noticing her broken arm when she went to grab her and she screamed in pain.

Roman was told to clean his room while they went to the doctor. When they returned, she had a lime green cast on her arm. Momma took away their favorite toys (her dolls and Roman’s foam sword) before telling them to clean up the kitchen. Roman grabbed a red sharpie, signing his name on her cast. She smirked. “Your ‘m’ looks like a ‘v.’”

“Does not!”

“Does too!”

“Does not!”

“Does too!”

“Does not!” She realized what had happened an laughed. “Good one, Ro.” She used her good hand to ruffle his hair. Her special smile was back, the one that she only gave him.

He giggled, leaning into her touch. “Thanks, ReeRee!”

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Boom!

Roman shrieked, pulling his blanket over his head. He could hear the heavy rain against his window. He loved rain (he stomped in puddles while she made mud pies) but he hated thunder. It was so loud and he could never tell when it would-

Boom!

He shrieked again. He flushed in embarrassment. He was 10, for God’s sake! He shouldn’t be afraid of something as silly as thunder! His sister had gotten over these stupid fears years ago! His mind wandered to his sister. Can I?

He shook his head. It’s really late at night, she’s probably sleeping. When they were younger, Roman would go stay in her room during thunderstorms (he’d tried going to his parents room once, but they yelled at him and sent him back to his room). But that was when they were younger. They were 10 now, and she kicked him out last time he went into her room uninvited.

Boom!

Roman jumped, falling off of his bed. That’s it! He quickly grabbed his Dragon Witch (a stuffed animal that Uncle Terrence gave him for his 7th birthday) and ran out of his room. He made his way down the hall until he reached the pink door. Roman scrunched up his nose. His sister hated pink. She had asked their father if they could repaint her door green, and he yelled at her. He opened the door, stepping into her room. Since their parents never went into their rooms anymore, she had redecorated it. The pink walls were covered in drawings of green tentacles. The floor was filthy, with dirty clothes and torn drawings strewn about. Roman was surprised to see his sister awake, sketching a new tentacle drawing. “Thought you might show up.” She said, setting down her sketchpad. She patted part of the bed next to her. “Come on, I don’t bite.”

Roman hurried over, diving under the blankets. He shrieked as another clap of thunder hit. He felt a hand in his hair and tensed. The hand paused for a moment, before slowly rubbing Roman’s scalp. He relaxed, leaning into the touch. He always loved his sister, but he loved this version of her the most. When she realized that he was actually scared, not startled or mildly uncomfortable. She wouldn’t tease him or ask unnecessary questions. Sometimes she would twist together a tale from nothing, concocting a story of pain and hardship, of love and trust. Other times she wouldn’t speak, offering silent comfort and protection against the world around them. He sighed, finally drifting off to dreamless slumber. The last thing he knew before darkness took him was the press of her lips to his forehead as he drifted off. “Goodnight, Ro.”

Goodnight, Ree...

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“Ro, you gotta wake up!”

Roman woke up with a gasp, his chest heavy. He forced himself to breathe, shaking like a leaf. He felt a hand in his hair, and he immediately lunged, burying his face in her shoulder. He sobbed, listening to the gentle shushing sounds as he was rocked back and forth. He felt a second hand on his back, and he started babbling. “ReeRee, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should’ve listened to you. I should’ve trusted you.”

“Oh, sweety.” Roman jerked up. Patton stared back, tears running down his cheeks. He felt the hand on his back retreat, and he grabbed it, bringing Logan closer. Patton’s hand pressed against his cheek, and Roman suddenly realized that he was crying.

“’m sorry.” He muttered, wiping his eyes.

“It’s okay, sweety.” Patton assured him, pulling Roman into a side hug. He felt Logan do the same on his left. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Roman shook his head, still feeling slightly despondent. “Okay. Do you wanna stay up and cuddle?” Roman nodded, sighing when he felt Patton’s fingers in his hair. In less than an hour, they would all drift back into a dreamless sleep. A few hours from now, they would each go to work, a cheerful facade in place. But for now, they stayed there, silent tears streaking down their faces. For Patton and Logan, it was for the pain their lover was going through. For Roman, it was for the sister that he had pushed away,

You said you would always be there to catch me, ReeRee. But I pushed you away. Now I’m so scared that I’ll fall again. What am I going to do without you there to catch me?

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stillebesat · 5 years ago

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In These Tangled Webs (10/11)

Sanders Sides: Patton, Logan, Roman, Virgil Blurb: It should be easy admitting to your roommates that you’re not entirely human. Only in Logan’s case it’s not. Not when he discovers that Patton is afraid of Spiders. Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort Overall Warnings: Spiders, Arachnophobia, Death Talk, Minor Character Deaths, Slightly Detailed Descriptions of Deaths, Murders, Injuries, Swords, Imprisonment, Biting, Fangs, Venom, Extra Body Parts, Blood, Manipulation, Negative Self Talk

To Catch Up: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

“HUNT!” Roman half screeched before he slapped his hand over his mouth, the first to react.

“I picked him out specially for you, my spiderling.”

Patton swallowed as he fought to keep his hands relaxed in Logan’s, desperately hoping that he couldn’t hear how his heart rate had sped up.

Hunting.

Despite already knowing about Lo’s connection to the...the Rouge Widow as Virgil had named her…hearing him confirm it...in that particular way was--was---

YOU WERE PREY. You could have DIED.

Keep you safe.

Prey.

“Hush. Hush. You won’t need your momma for much longer, dear one.”

He had been prey, only surviving because Lo had decided to let him go, had decided to help him instead of killing him like his--his mother wanted him to.

Virgil barely appeared to be breathing as he stood stock still, staring at Lo. “The Rouge Widow---is your mom?” He asked, voice deliberately quiet.

The blood stained woman stalked through swings, searching for him. “You can’t hide from me forever child.”

Logan hunched his shoulders, his fangs vanishing from view as he nodded. “Yes.”

“But---” Virgil ran both his hands through his hair. “That doesn’t--HOW?!” He shook his head moving to pace in a circle around them, tugging at the strings of his hoodie. “There were no signs at all--there weren’t even rumors that she had a kid! And you’re telling me---She’s been killing people for years, decades! And not once, NOT ONCE did anyone let slip she had a kid in tow. How--”

“She kept me hidden...separate from her--” Logan dropped his voice. “--killing sprees. And if anyone found me--They died. She’s very selective on who she trusts and when it came to me...barely a handful of people know of our connection and still live.”

Patton swallowed. Did that handful of people now include the three of them? How hard must it have been on Logan? To never have anyone stick around. To only have his mother for company. No friends---how---Patton bit his lip. ”That sounds so lonely, Lo.” No wonder he’d been so withdrawn when they’d first met. If everyone who came in contact with him died...why would he try to get to know anyone?

Logan shrugged, looking away. “I didn’t know better.”

“Geez and I thought my childhood was bad.” Roman said, running a hand through his rain soaked hair. “But to grow up with---with--”

“The worst murderous Human Black Widow on record to ever walk the planet?” Virgil supplied, fiddling with his sleeves as he too studied their friend.

“That’s one way to refer to her.” Logan mumbled, fidgeting under their combined stares.

Roman clicked his tongue. “Yah, that---” He spread his arms wide. “That sucks, big time, Spock. How in the world are you not more messed up having her as a Mom?”

“More...messed up?” Lo repeated, raising his eyebrows, rubbing his hand against his chest. “She’s probably killed more people than half the state of Wyoming and you wonder why I’m not more messed up?”

“Well now I’m wondering how you’ve passed as more normal.” Virgil muttered as Roman blanched.

“Right? I mean…She was teaching you to--to hunt humans, Lomageddon! That’s not a normal Mommy thing to do-- Wait!” Ro pointed between the two of them. "Pat's still alive! Did you ever pass that particular gruesome lesson with someone else or--”

I’ll feast on the newcomers. No worries, Logan. Momma will eat too.” She said, two of her hands guiding the boy’s fangs to Patton’s exposed neck as faint voices and stomping sounded overhead. “Hurry now.” She encouraged, withdrawing. “It’s fast food today.”

Pwotect you.

A gentle tug and Logan stepped back, a wad of webbing held in his hands. “See. Safe. Hod still.” His little fingers easily tore away the remaining webs from Patton, freeing him in seconds. “No eat. No die. All safe. K?”

Patton drew in a steadying breath and took a deliberate step closer, squeezing Lo’s hands as he did so.

Trust Me.

I’m NOT scared. Not of you.

“What does it matter?" Patton asked, half turning to the others. “He saved my life. Lo isn’t going to hurt us.”

With how skittish Logan had been about telling them what he was, he hardly was acting like the suave charismatic Widow they’d been taught to look out for.

“But that doesn’t answer the question.” Virgil said gesturing to Logan as he continued circling them. “Sure a three year old may not kill the first time he’s given the chance, but you grew up with her, L. You were there. Indoctrinated in her ways! How many---how---are you---” He made a face.

Logan slowly raised his eyes to meet Virge’s. “A Killer? Or was Murderer the word you were looking for?”

A chill went down Patton’s spine as Roman took two steps back, eyes wide.

Logan? A killer? No. NO WAY. NO.

Virgil stopped, setting his jaw as he looked Logan squarely in the eyes. “Yes. How far did your apple fall from her tree?”

Little Logan frowned up at the ring as it flashed light blue. “Not s’posed to glow no--” He paled, pitch black eyes going wide. “RUN!” He yelled, frantically shoving Patton outside and slamming the door in his face. “RUN! HOOMAN RUN! “RUAAAAAAAHH---” The scream cut off abruptly, followed by a sickening thud against the door.

Keep you safe.

No. Patton pressed his lips together, slightly shaking his head. Logan was good. He was nothing like his mom. He had to believe that otherwise wouldn’t the three of them be dead by now? They’d been living together for the past six months and Widows--

Widows kill within four.

The pendant didn’t glow around Lo unless he was holding it. He wasn’t a threat.

Right?

Logan exhaled, his eyes growing dark behind his glasses as he pulled his hand free, crossing it over his chest. “You might as well be talking apples and oranges. She tried to make me just like her. But we’re…” He rubbed his chest, looking away. “Different.”

Patton tilted his head, watching Logan’s hand over where the Widow mark hid.

She pressed him close to the upside down red triangle on her chest. There, there.” She soothed.

Red. Logan’s Mom’s mark had been plain red. But Logan’s was--

Black and Red.

Patton narrowed his eyes, before quickly smoothing his expression before Lo could notice. That coloration wasn’t normal either. Widows only had red hourglasses like their spider counterparts. Was that the ‘difference’ Logan spoke of? Why was his mark--

“Tried?” Roman repeated.

Lo nodded, looking up. “I’m not a killer, Virgil.” He shifted his gaze to meet Roman’s worried eyes. “Roman.” He half turned to Patton. “Patton. Believe me, I’ve never taken a life--killed” He exhaled, shoulders slumping as stared at his feet. “But I did drink plenty of human blood and tissue. Just not---not recently...years really--since I uh--” He gave a half shrug. “Left.”

“Left?” Patton whispered. But Logan was so young! He was Baby compared to the rest of them and he had said he hadn’t drunk---drunk... blood in years. Which if he only had it while he’d been with his Mom...when had he left her? Did it have something to do with their marks? Or just his refusal to--to kill?

“So you’re not secretly sneaking out to get a fix?” Roman asked. “Stealing from blood banks? Preying on students studying late at night at the Library?

Logan’s mouth twitched, his fingers going white on his jacket. “No.”

Virgil threw his hands up in the air, pacing again. “You don’t--You’re---L. I thought--we’ve all been taught that widows have to eat human flesh or blood to live and you’re telling me--”

“I no mamma. Bad tase you. ALL bad. BLEH.”

Logan was no monster. He wasn’t Mom. “He doesn’t because...well because humans don’t taste good to you...right, Lo?” Patton asked, glancing to him uncertainly.

A lot of things could have changed since first grade.

Logan wrinkled his nose, making the exact same face he had made as a child. “Crofters No! It’s horrible. Like being forced to drink bitter moldy yogurt mixed with motor oil.”

“OH EW!” Roman shuddered, waving his hands in front of his face as if to ward off a Dragon Witch. “Ew. Ew. EW! SPECS! I like yogurt. Don’t go putting that image in my head!”

“I think you’re too late to save your tender taste buds, Princey.” Virgil remarked, scuffing the wet pavement with his shoe, attention still on Lo. “Strawberry yogurt will never taste the same.”

“Stoooop!” Roman covered his ears, ducking his head. “I caaaaan’t heeeeear yooouuuu! Lalalala.”

A soft laugh left Logan’s lips, sounding like music to Patton’s ears as he lowered his hands, spreading them apologetically. “Sorry.”

Patton relaxed at that laugh. Almost he could pretend that it was a normal conversation between them all. Almost.

Virgil huffed, rolling his eyes, even though a small smile played on his lips as well. “So we won’t be finding bags of blood anywhere? No severed heads or pickled entrails?”

Lo smirked, amber eyes glimmering in the faint light. “I thought the Master of Halloween would already have all that in his room?”

Roman snorted, pulling his hands away from his ears. “He got you there, Dr. Gloom. Out of all of us here...you are the one most into that sort of stuff, we’ve seen Sherlock’s room before remember? He’s hardly got anything morbid in there.”

“You do know that Sherlock had--”

“Ah ba da da! NO!” Roman quickly covered Virgil’s mouth. “I’m well aware how the character Sherlock lived, don’t ruin my moment!”

“Either way.” Logan shifted on his feet, brushing the hourglass on his chest. “Now that you--know...I--I understand if you don’t want me to---to you know---” He gestured to the van, taking a step back away from it. “Come back to the apartment--”

“Well, of course we don’t want you to come back ther--OW!” Roman jerked his hand away from Virgil’s mouth. “HEY!”

Logan recoiled, taking another step back, looking like a puppy that had just been kicked.

Virge spat onto the road. “That’s what you get for sticking your hand and mouth where they don’t belong, Princey”

“I was just!”

Patton grabbed Logan’s hand before he could take off, pulling him back to the van. He knew what Ro had been trying to say, but he really could have said it just a tiny bit better. “The place is still spider-proofed, Lo.” He said gently.

Logan couldn’t return home until they figured out how to unproof Patton’s spider proofing so that he would be safe.

“Exactly.” Virgil said, pulling out his keys. “Until we get it---liveable again for you, L, there’s no way we’re letting you back in.”

Logan stared at them, mouth dropping open. “You still want...to live with me?” He asked, slowly.

Roman rubbed the back of his hand, glaring at Virgil. “We did say we’re not going anywhere did we not?”

“And you said you don’t drink blood, and aren’t a murderer soo---I don’t see why you can’t stay.” Virgil shrugged. “Besides, who’s going to help me with my Chemistry if you go?”

Roman snorted. “You mean badger with endless questions about being Spliced?”

Virge stuck his tongue out. “Yes, that too. Whatever. Still doesn’t change that we still want you with us.”

“It’s just…” Logan looked between the three of them, squeezing Patton’s hand. “Hard to believe that you’re all taking this so well.”

So well? Logan had run away from them upon his first accidental revealing because they’d taken it ‘so well’. Patton could only hope that they--he could make it up to him. Revealing yourself as Spliced had to be a hard enough thing to do in the first place, and Lo had been forced to do so before he was ready.

Thanks to me.

Roman huffed, eyes going soft. “We’re not going to form a Gastonian Mob and come for your head, Lo. Despite how it looked with the swords…” He spread his hands. “I am on your side. We’re all on your side.”

“Through thick and thin, webs and fangs, stupid finals and late night celebration parties.” Virgil said with a two fingered salute. Logan licked his lips, eyes holding a careful flickering hope. “But I’m...I’m Spliced. A Widow, and you’re all okay with that? Seriously? Knowing that--that my Mom--”

“Isn’t you, Lo.” Patton interrupted firmly. The pendant proved that.

Keep you safe. Pwomise.

“You aren’t your family, so I’m told.” Roman agreed, clapping Lo on the shoulder with a grin that didn’t quite meet his eyes.

“And I mean...if you don’t mind us--”

“You mean you.” Roman interjected.

“Mind all of us.” Virgil shot him a look. “We can be your family.” He said, sharing a smile with Patton as he joined their little circle in the rain.

Patton nodded with his own smile. There was no question there. “We promise. We’re not going anywhere.” Lo would be able to rely on them, trust them, be himself around them.

Logan drew in a slow breath, studying them each in turn before he gave a jerk of a nod, briefly touching Roman’s hand before moving to Virgil’s. “I would like that…a lot actually.”

“Oh good!” Ro said, giving a huge exaggerated sigh of relief as he pulled away. “Now can we get in the van and to that hotel? I would like to get dry at some point.” He jerked his head to the car. “Pleeease, my hair is already looking as sad and dingy as Doom and Gloom over there.”

“Oh please.” Virgil rolled his eyes. “With how much gel you put on your head, I doubt a geyser could flatten it...but I am with Sir Sparkles here. Getting dry sounds good to me too.”

“Same.” Patton agreed fervently, taking initiative and ducking into the backseat of the van. The sooner he got out of these clothes and tossed them in the trash, the better.

Logan huffed a laugh and nodded, hesitating only half a second before he too followed Patton into the back. “I’m not the one with the keys Virge. That’s all on you.” He said, pulling the door shut with a quick glance to Patton for reassurance as he settled in next to him

“Yah yah...I’m on it! Hold onto your fangs.” Virgil called darting around to the driver’s side.

Roman half turned in his seat, making a show of feeling his teeth with his tongue. “Don’t have fangs to hold onto, Emo Nightmare, but I will cover your favorite hoodie in purple glitter if you don’t start this rust bucket soon.”

“Don’t you dare! I worked hard on that!” “Then get-a-drivin!”

Lo shook a head, a small smile on his face as he relaxed back against the seat. “It’s like nothing’s changed.” He mumbled to Patton as the van chugged into life.

Keep you safe.

Patton leaned into him, resting his head on Logan’s shoulder. “Because nothing really has, Lo.” He said softly, winding their fingers together as Virgil pulled out of the lot. “You’re still you, and that’s all that matters.”

To Be Continued Epilogue

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 5 years ago

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Malou (’Mia Mayhem’) Jensen *Main character

Voice Claim:(Olivia Wilde) https://youtu.be/bV6cC-rUMCs?t=1m13s (Right click on links and open in new tab)

Partner(s): Dalton. Parents: None. Kids: None. Age: 37 (Year 2020) 26th of May. Height: 173cm Body type: Slim. Eye color: Light blue/gray Human: Immortal.

About: Caring, Individualistic, Generous, Passionate, Creative, Adventurous, Sarcastic, Charismatic, Clever, Compassionate, Sensitive, Freethinking, Friendly, Helpful, Sharing, Humble, Self-critical, Understanding, Witty, Open-minded, Absentminded, Emotional, Brooding, Skeptical, Stubborn, Shy, Introvert, Observant, Anxious, Cautious, Genuine, Awkward and Clumsy. ~ Straight, but loves to watch gay porn. Is borderline Asexual when it comes to straight sex. ~ Has several tattoos on her body, mainly Geeky, representing some of the fandoms she’s in. ~ Her favorite tattoo is the unicorn she has on her left hand. ~ Colors her hair electric blue. ~ Is a writer/artist. ~ Currently learning to write song lyrics/sing/play guitar. ~ Lives with her roomie, Dalton. ~ Used to attend a design school where she would sew clothes all day, now she can’t stand sewing by machine, and only does things she can sew by hand. ~ HUGE cat lover. - Has 3 of her own, Oliver, BMO and Bunny. ~ Used to be very skinny and hated when people assumed she had an eating disorder, or called her names like giraffe or spider legs, when she actually had a very large appetite and always ate a lot. ~ Always smells like burned incense and wood. ~ Hates most artificial smells, loves earthy tones. ~ Loves to collect creepy stuff. ~ Atheist. ~ Has a pretty dark sense of humor. ~ Drinks almost nothing but tea. ~ Is probably made of tea? ~ Dislikes society. ~ Flannel/tartan addict. ~ Super power = anxiety. ~ Believes in unicorns and magic. ~ Strong-willed. ~ Stomps around in big boots. ~ Once kicked a taxi cause the driver was an ass. ~ Hates when people repeatedly sticks their nose in her business. ~ Orphan. ~ Pretty good cook. ~ Fills her bed with plushies to make up for the fact she hasn't shared her bed with anyone half a decade at least. ~ Lonely. ~ Melancholic. ~ Romantic at heart though she never fully admits it. ~ Cares too much for her own good. ~ 100/10 would do anything for the people she loves. ~ Is very honest, if you can’t handle the truth, don’t ask for it. ~ Was abused physically and mentally as a child, as result she sometimes suffers from anxiety, Depression and bad nerves. ~ Can be rather pessimistic. ~ Hates freezing. ~ Uncomfortable around people. ~ Loves her friends, her cats, Rock music, chillout music, pandas, unicorns, owls, wolves, ravens, deer, bears, foxes, Deadpool, watching movies, plushies, licorice, writing, being creative in any way, light chains, grungy stuff, neon lights, Christmas, Halloween, Halloween-type decor, Hello Kitty, 90′s stuff, spearmint, finding deeper meaning in stuff around her, stickers, Anti-Heroes, collecting penis decor, spooky stuff, anything made out of raw wood, flannel, daydreaming, weird/cute/extraordinary mugs, leather wristbands, gay porn, dancing to loud music, Rick & Morty, coloring books, cozy blankets, strange backpacks, gemstones/crystals, nature and scented candles. ~ Her style changes with her mood. One day she wears bright colorful stuff with rainbows and unicorns. Next day it’s black clothes with witchy/creepy symbols/prints or dirty jeans and oversized flannel shirts. ~ Can be pretty grumpy, but it’s usually nothing more than just that. Malou’s tag Malou’s house/home Malou’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

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One song to describe her: Mumford & Sons - Hopeless Wanderer Personal playlist: 1. Incubus - Drive 2. D-A-D - Laugh 'n' A ½ 3. Godsmack - Serenity 4. Jack Johnson - All At Once 5. Damon Albarn – On Melancholy Hill (acoustic) 6. Tim Christensen - Whispering At The Top Of My Lungs 7. Linkin Park - Papercut 8. Nirvana - Plateau 9. Gorillaz - Tomorrow Comes Today 10. Serj Tankian - Left Of Center 11. Korn - Freak On a Leash 12. The White Stripes - Hardest Button To Button 13. Gorillaz - Aries ft. Peter Hook & Georgia 14. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Can't Stop 15. Madrugada - Sirens 16. Alabama 3 - Woke Up This Morning 17. Gorillaz - Amarillo 18. Jewel - Absence Of Fear 19. Angels and Airwaves - Secret Crowds 20. Blur - Girls And Boys 21. Gorillaz - Saturnz Barz (Spirit House) 22. Cigarettes After Sex - Sweet 23. Jewel - Deep Water 24. Jack Johnson - Sleep Through the Static 25. Damon Albarn - Lonely Press Play 26. D-A-D - Empty Heads 27. R.E.M. - Drive 28. Incubus - Promises, Promises 29. Chris Cornell - Billie Jean 30. Blur - Colin Zeal 31. Puscifer - Momma Sed 32. Heartless Bastards - Only For You 33. Gorillaz - El Mañana 34. Angels & Airwaves - Breathe 35. The Beatles - Come Together 36. 4 Non Blondes - What's Up 37. Gorillaz - Momentary Bliss ft. slowthai & Slaves 38. Norah Jones - Come Away With Me 39. Blur - Mirrorball 40. Incubus - Black Heart Inertia 41. Limp Bizkit feat. Method Man N 2 Gether Now 42. 2Pac - Changes ft. Talent 43. D-A-D - Bad Craziness 44. Nirvana - Pennyroyal Tea 45. Blur - Ong Ong 46. Angels and Airwaves - Do It For Me Now 47. Right Said Fred - What A Day For A Daydream 48. Damon Albarn - Everyday Robots 49. The Human League - I’m The Law 50. Jamiroquai - Virtual Insanity 51. Linkin Park - A Place For My Head 52. Blink -182 - Down 53. 3 Doors Down - Duck And Run 54. Alanis Morissette - Hand In My Pocket 55. Savage Garden - The Animal Song 56. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Scar Tissue 57. Incubus - Dig 58. Green Day - Basket Case 59. LP - Lost On You [Live Session] 60. D-A-D - Sleeping My Day Away 61. Bob Marley - Buffalo Soldier 62. Beth Hart - Delicious Surprise 63. Extreme - Hole Hearted 64. Paul Simon - You Can Call Me Al 65. Jack Johnson - Breakdown 66. Damon Albarn - Photographs (You Are Taking Now) 67. Sticky Fingers - Cyclone (The Village Sessions) 68. Blur - Star Shaped 69. Serj Tankian - Empty Walls 70. The Dead South - Diamond Ring 71. The Kills - U.R.A Fever 72. Godsmack - I Stand Alone 73. Queen - Bicycle Race 74. Alanis Morissette - Ironic 75. Dizzy Mizz Lizzy - Hidden War 76. Nirvana - About A Girl 77. Damon Albarn - Mr Tembo 78. Savage Garden - To The Moon & Back 79. Alannah Myles - Black Velvet 80. Jewel - Down So Long 81. Tep No - Swear Like A Sailor 82. Youssou N'Dour - 7 Seconds ft. Neneh Cherry 83. Gorillaz - Broken 84. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Road Trippin 85. Jewel - Good Day 86. Sheryl Crow - Everyday Is A Winding Road 87. Gorillaz - The Valley of The Pagans ft. Beck 88. Green Day - When I Come Around 89. Tim Christensen - Lay Down Your Arms 90. Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood 91. The Pretty Reckless - Zombie 92. Stereophonics - Maybe Tomorrow 93. Blackfield - My Gift of Silence 94. Dizzy Mizz Lizzy - Love Me a Little 95. Damon Albarn - Heavy Seas Of Love 96. The Paper Kites - Bloom 97. David Bowie - Heroes 98. The Beatles - Day Tripper 99. Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc. 100. Faithless - Mass Destruction 101. Limp Bizkit - My Generation (Uncensored) 102. Tasmin Archer - Sleeping Satellite 103. Jennifer Brown - Alive 104. Of Monsters And Men - Sloom 105. Panic! At The Disco - New Perspective 106. Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff(Explicit) 107. Blur - Lonesome Street 108. Sort Sol - Holler High 109. Jacob Lee - Demons (Philosophical Sessions) 110. Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here 111. Nina Simone Feeling Good 112. The Human League - Darkness 113. Gorillaz - Strange Timez ft. Robert Smith 114. Des'ree - I'm Kissing You 115. Meredith Brooks - What Would Happen 116. Dan Black - Symphonies ft. Kid Cudi 117. The Kills - No Wow 118. Gorillaz - Fire Flies 119. Guns N' Roses - Patience 120. Incubus - In The Company Of Wolves 121. The Dead Weather - Will There Be Enough Water 122. Hooverphonic - Mad About You (Live at Koningin Elisabethzaal 2012) 123. Blur - The Universal 124. Sort Sol - Let Your Fingers Do The Walking 125. Roy Orbison - In The Real World 126. Corey Hart - Sunglasses At Night 127. Imagine Dragons - Radioactive (Henri Pfr & Hësling Edit) (Cover By Victoria) 128. Hollow Coves - These Memories 129. Beth Hart - Favorite Things 130. Catching Flies - Quiet Nights Bonus: Yello - Oh Yeah Double Bonus: Meredith Brooks - Bitch Triple Bonus: Seal - Crazy Almost done I swear!: Wolf Larsen - If I Be Wrong Last but not least: Tim Christensen - Enjoy The Silence

#Malou Jensen #immortal #female-self-sim #ts3 #sims3 #sims 3 #simblr #simography

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immiebee · 6 years ago

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Oh god...I loved Valerius’ ending in Nadia’s Route. I’ve been working on stories for him and Lactarius, but I haven’t reached this point yet. I had to share this short before I go crazy!

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A boisterous laugh filled Valerius' study on a warm sunny day. The windows opened to let in fresh air and warm sunshine into the large grand study; books lined the walls in large bookshelves, paintings of Valerius, Lactarius and their son hung on the wall. A constant reminder to continue to better himself, not just for him but for his family. Currently abandoned work documents pushed to the side of his desk and in their place a large leatherbound book opened to reveal a knight doing battle with a great dragon.

Valerius couldn't resist his son's large blue eyes, especially when Alaric cocked his head to the side, soft pout on his lips. Damn his wife! She could teach him fire breathing for all he cared, but her signature smolder playing on his cubby face....TYRANNY! It also didn't help that the toddler was desperately clutching the large book to his small body, trying so very hard not to let it touch the floor. Nadia had let the boy keep the book when Lactarius and Alaric had visited the palace a few weeks ago. The Countess eyes sparkling when Alaric sat at the floor in front of the fireplace sounding out words, eyes squinting in concentration as he tried to read the words before him. Soon what was supposed to be a meeting for the aquaduct system turned into story time as the group took turns reading the fairytale the young boy was currently wrapped up in.

So here the partially retired Consul sat, with his son in his lap, at his desk, and reading how the brave Knight Oryn battled against the vicious Dragon. Smiling when Alaric squealed as Knight Oryn barely missed a sharp claw, rolling away from snapping jaws. The ombre haired man reaching down to playfully grab onto his son's side, mocking a growl as the Dragon's tail lashed out striking the Knight, giving his own laugh as he tickled Alaric's side. His son turning in his lap, arms raised and short ombre hair thrown back as he gave his own fierce little roar in return.

Valerius shrunk back in his chair, "Oh dear! It seems as though my son has been transformed into a dragon! What ever will I tell his dear mother?!"

The Consul falling back clutching his chest dramatically(maybe he should stop going to the theatre? or tell Lactarius that damn doctor isn’t allowed on the ground) closing his eyes, peeking open one as his two year old placed his small hands on his face. He gave a soft smile as Alaric's eyes became huge.

"No Da! It me! No faint!"

"OH THANK GOODNESS!"

Alaric squealed as Valerius sat up tickling his sides. The two of them too wrapped up in each other that they failed to see Lactarius staring out her greenhouse window across the length of the manor, eyes shining as she watched the two of them playfully swat at each other. The witch shaking her brown misscut hair, pulling it back so the undercut was clearly shown as she continued to clip and trim her overgrowing forest that she called a greenhouse. Gannen's large black body sprawled out in the greenhouse window, the Main Coon mix chittering as the birds hopped around on the stoned patio that connected the greenhouse to the outdoor garden.

As the pair finished the story, Knight Oryn having slayed the mighty Dragon and was now to wed the Princess Amata, Alaric sat in his father's lap content and tired. Valerius closing the book, craddled his son against his chest, placing his son's head on his shoulder as he picked up the scattered documents to read later. Alaric's little arms wrapping around his neck, tiny fingers twisting into his ombre braid.

"Grapes...."

Valerius gave a soft smile. It wasn't anything new that his son would randomly blurt out anything he thought of or saw. That magician's violet snake may not be cute to Valerius, but Alaric had picked up on her random outbursts. Watching the two of them (supervised under Valerius' commanding request) the two of them could make a crowd melt.

Patting his son's back Valerius murmmured softly, "Yes son. Da's wine are made from grapes."

"Moo!"

Confusion shifted in the Consul's face, "Your Momma has her cows in the barn. We can see them after you had your nap."

“Moo! Eat grapes! YUM!"

Alaric sat back pointing out behind Valerius, his bright blue eyes wide and a grin crossing his chubby face. Short ombre hair raising in excitment, mimicing his mother's excited demanor. Valerius turning his head to the window in confusion nearly dropping his son in the process. Golden eyes wide open as he stared in horror as one of Lactarius' brown Swiss cows poked her head into his study, licking her red/purple covered muzzle. Bellowing into the study to the man and his son.

"MOO!" Alaric laughed as Valerius placed him down before he raced over to the window slamming it in the cow's face, as his son bounced happily. "MOO! MOO! MOO!"

"Shoo!!! AWAY WITH YOU! NO! nonononono!!! Get away from there you beast!" Shrieking when he saw three more happily trotting through his vineyard.

Valerius opening the window to yell across the length of the manor, "Lacatrius! LACTARIUS!!!! YOUR DAMN BEASTS ARE OUT!"

Staring in horror as he saw the short woman desperately battling one of her other cows, shoving at it's chest as the brown silver cow happily munched on an uprooted strawberry bush. Quickly picking up his son and shouting for servants, Valerius had an army of guards and servants trying to contain Lactarius' five free roaming girls. As they wrangled the first two, Bane, the eldest and head guard, discovered the rowdy group had broke the fencing that went around their pasture and barn, successfully containing them until now. With two of the brown and silver cows contained in the large stone barn the group turned their attention to the three runaways.

Passing Alaric off to Mabel, the senior house maid a kind greying woman, Valerius raced off to help Lactarius with an irrate cow. The one in question, Sweet Pea (the guards having named the aggressive silver cow) throwing her head low, stomping the ground as Lactarius, her grey dungaree dress and white sun hat firmly tied around her neck, held her hand open in a desperate attempt to buffalo the cow. Valerius slowing to a stop behind Lacatrius, unsure but ready to help his wife. Thank the gods, she had rubbed off on him fashion wise. His black casual pants and knee high boots, loose white shirt were better for fighting off angry heifers, not his expesnive cashmire robes. Turning back to Lactarius, Sweet Pea wasn't falling for it, she charged forward head lashing out as she butted agianst the woman. Lactarius gripping, the heifers ears as she locked her legs in place keeping her head back from Sweet Pea's thick skull.

"OI! Knock it off you cantakerous bitch!" Another buck of the head followed by a quick session of front hooves stomping the dirt in a desperate attempt to crush toes. "Quit it Sweet Pea!"

Valerius covered his ears as Lactarius gave a loud sharp whistle. Head turning when he heard the sounds of whinnys from the stone stables, directly across from the barn. His beautiful black Arabian mare, Isadora, and Lactarius' blue roan Draft Shire, Onyx, were turned out to pasture earlier that morning. Isadora cantering up and down the fence as the chaos continued, her snorts and whinnys shrill and annoyed as people scattered about. Onyx on the other hand had stood watching, ears perked forward, breathing steady taking in the scene. That was until Lactarius' sharp whistle had him galloping away from the fence only to race back towards it, clearing the tall wooden structure.

His thunderous hooves charging towards the two humans and the irrate cow. A loud bray had Sweet Pea backing off from Lactarius, head still low ready for a fight. Onyx cantered around the couple placing himself in between the group. His large head lowered, stance wide as Sweet Pea charged again, only to be met with Onyx's flank in her face and his bucking legs. The cow backing down as soon as she realized she couldn't bully her way into the garden, turned her attention to the green and blooming vineyard. Valerius' breath hitched in his throat, pushing past Lactarius towards the blue roan Shire. "HERD HER BACK DAMMIT! HERD HER BACK!"

After an hour of Onyx playing body guard for the vineyard, all of the cattle was placed in the barn. Not without casualties, some of Lactarius' garden had been trampled and eaten, while a small section that was closest to the pasture was stripped clean from the other two that they had been dealing with. Groaning the sweaty and dirty couple sat down on the greenhouse patio under the shade of a willow. Valerius grumbling curses as he counted the cost of the damages done, Lactarius chin tucked up to her chest as she growled lowly. Those damn girls! She can't blame them, it was a beautiful day and they were just being animals. If anyone was to blame it was her, she should have built them a stone wall last year. Rubbing her eyes she stared over at Valerius, eye downcast as he met hers.

Scowl on his lips, he sighed reaching over to brush the hair out of her eyes, "It's not your fault. Your damn girls are too smart and strong for their own good." He grimaced as he picked a bit of mud from his braid, white shirt stained with mud and grape juices from helping shove the final heifer into the barn.

"I should have gone out to check the fence this morning."

"Yes you should have." Leaning over to kiss her sweaty cheek. "But then it would have made for a very boring day."

Snorting she rolled her eyes, "Well boring, but we would still be making money."

"It's not about money, love. We can make money anytime, this makes for a amazing memory."

Standing up, she stood over placing a leg on either side of his lap before sitting down. "Well listen to you, my beloved husband. I feel like our roles are reversing, shall I go up to your study and finish your work for you? I don't think I am fit to call myself your feral witch any longer."

Gripping her hips he dropped a kiss to her chest, "Never. You have brought out the best in me ever since I placed that ring on your finger." He leaned up locking eyes with hers, slowly bringing her down for a kiss. Tongues dancing, as she sank into his embrace with a soft sigh.

"SNACKS!"

The two of them nearly jumping out of the seat, turned to see Mabel walking towards the pair, smirk playing on her lips as Alaric rushed forwards with a large serving plate. On the plate was a stack of small sandwiches, fresh salad, and a small pile of bite sized fudge. Taking the plate Lactarius slid off her husband's lap to set it on the small wooden table, picking up Alaric to set in her lap. Gannen making an appearance as he sat on the edge of the wall, long tail swishing as he opened his jaw yawning. Mabel setting down a pitcher of fresh lemonade, serving it to the family before turning to leave, "While you two were out here playing round up, your boy was very helpful in the kitchen. He even helped make the sandwiches."

Lactarius hugged him tight blowing rasberries on his cheek, "Did you now?! What a helpful boy!"

Giggling Alaric picked up a sandwich chewing it and Valerius shook his head smiling, reaching over to take a sandwich for himself. Looking at his wife and son enjoying their snack, he looked over their estate and over to the fence as the guards repaired the last woodent structure under the confused stares of the cattle from their windows in the barn. Onyx and Isadora both trotting alongside each other in the evening sun in their pasture, heads thrown back, and Onyx kicking his heels. Despite the chaos and damages caused that day, many years later Valerius still held it as one of his fondest memories.

#the arcana #the arcana valerius #consul valerius #the arcana lactarius #lactarius

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2ptonpt · 6 years ago

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Thinking Out Loud

Somethin' Bad

Shelby Bates grew up with the Winchesters. Fighting along side them and saving the day as needed, she was living the life she loved with the man she loved. Until a dark family secret comes out and she is kidnapped while Dean can only watch helplessly. Dean struggles to live without her- the only person who ever made him feel like he was worth something, until she shows up years later.

Pairing: Dean Winchester X OC(Shelby Bates)

Word Count: 2,627

Rating: M

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter One: Somethin' Bad

Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clappin'

Got a real good feelin' somethin' bad about to happen.

-Miranda Lambert and Carrie Underwood

"Shelby, hey I was wondering if yo-"

"Jesus Dean, knock next time!" The tall, tanned brunette flung herself on the other side of the musty bed as a twenty year old Dean Winchester barged into the cheap motel room. Instead of turning around like any courteous young gentleman would do in this situation, he stood with his hip cocked and his arms crossed over his chest, with a smirk gracing his lips. The green-eyed man waited a few seconds before speaking.

"You can come out anytime, you know. Nothin I haven't seen before." Shelby rolled her eyes. She could just hear Dean's grin when he called over to her.

"There's a difference between the cheap hookers you bring here every other weekend and the body I work hard to maintain. Thank you very much!" Dean chuckled softly, shaking his head as he turned around. He stared hard at the blinking vacancy light outside the dusty window as he spoke.

"Sorry, just thinkin' out loud. You can come out now Shelby. I'm not looking." Shelby poked her head above the flowery patterned comforter and arched an eyebrow as she quickly grabbed the black sports bra and gray tank top off the bed. She ducked down behind the bed and quickly pulled them on before she snapped back up.

"Okay loser, I'm decent. What did you need? Are John and my dad back yet?" She had a nervous look in her eyes as she asked about their dads. Last time she saw them it was as she ran out of the motel room a few towns back, angry tears in her eyes because they wouldn't take her to the nest where the vampire that had killed a little girl, whom Shelby had taken quite a liking to, was residing. Dean grimaced. That memory was not the best.

Both of their dads had refused to take the young woman on the hunt with them. Dean had been on Shelby’s side; she was the best hunter out of their little posse. He didn’t know why, she had the same training as Dean did. She just seemed like more of a natural when it came to destroying monsters. He shook his thoughts about the huntress away and replied.

"No. I haven't heard from them since yesterday. They caught another hunt so they won't be back for at least another week." Dean smiled when Shelby sat down on the bed with a relieved sigh. She pulled back her long, curly, dark brown hair into a high ponytail, glancing at Dean, who cleared his throat as she raised an eyebrow in questioning. Dean continued,

"Anyway. I was thinking that the bar down the street looked like it had a couple of cowboys just asking for you to kick their ass in pool." At those words Shelby smiled brilliantly. Dean looked away after a second and cleared his throat again, waiting for more of an answer than her sneaky smile.

"Hell yeah! Just let me change. I can go for a run later I guess." Dean nodded and went over to the t.v. and flipped it on, then ungracefully flopped onto the couch. Waiting for Shelby to change, Dean called Bobby's house to see how Sam was doing. No answer. That wasn't unusual. Bobby was always reading up on different legends for the other hunters and Sam was probably holed up in the tiny upstairs spare bedroom with his nose in his school books, trying to live a 'normal high schooler's life'.

Dean snorted and rolled his eyes as he put the cell phone back on the side table just as Shelby came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a loose fitting black tank top with a gray rose on the front. Her blue jean cut-off shorts seemed to elongate her tan, toned legs, which were thick from all the running she did. Shelby would always comment on how much she hated her legs; Dean would just snort and roll his eyes, silently reassuring her she had nothing to worry about.

She was only nineteen but when she went out to the bars, no one asked any questions. She knew how to dress for the occasion. Dean stared at the lean brunette as she slipped two black flower and dragon bracelets around her left wrist. She needed her right wrist cleared for pool. Shelby could feel her companions stare as she buckled her rhinestone studded black belt. She knew the men stared, and sometimes it made her feel self-conscious. But if she wanted to make sure her and Dean ate that week, she needed to look good and innocent while she hustled the bar patrons for their money.

Shelby turned around to look at herself in the dirty mirror while Dean mumbled something about using the toilet before they leave. She sat down on the bed to pull on her stenciled grey, well worn cowgirl boots. Going along with the rose theme for tonight she had black rose studs in her ears and a multi-string beaded necklace. Her final touches were her black rose ring with diamonds lining the petals. She sighed. Her mom loved roses. She stared at herself in the mirror. What would her mom think of her if she saw her now? Hustling guys in dinky bars for money.

She smiled a bit. Her mom was one of the best hunters this side of the states. Her dad used to tell her stories growing up about how her momma would bring home the bread and butter for their little family. He’d say most guys would be jealous the way she would walk around hustling money, but he knew her momma would always love her dad and no other man. Shelby’s smiled brightened a bit at the thought of how much her parents loved each other. Dean cleared his throat for the umpteenth time that night.

“You look fine, Princess.” Shelby rolled her clear green eyes as she turned from the mirror and walked past him. He eyed her figure as she swaggered out the door letting her pony tail down and ruffling her curly hair as she headed towards her dad's royal blue '69 Camaro. Dean rubbed his hands on his pants and jogged out to meet her, slamming the motel door behind him.

"I'll drive there if you drive back." Dean nodded to the girl as she slid into the driver's seat and turned the engine over. They both smiled widely when the engine roared mightily back at them. They had changed the oil, replaced the carburetor, and changed the breaks for most of the morning. Happy with their work, Shelby threw the American classic into first gear and peeled out onto the gravel road, ready to hustle some drunks.

-TOL-

Walking into the dimly lit bar, Shelby headed straight towards the pool tables and grabbed a stick, smiling towards the two young men standing near the empty table. They tipped their cowboy hats a little drunkenly before sharing a look and each grabbing a stick. Dean watched the scene unfold with hard eyes. Shelby could handle herself but that never stopped him from trying to be protective over her. It was a habit after knowing her for almost ten years. His hand instinctively padded his front right pocket, where he felt the familiar bump of her birthday present. Tomorrow, she turned twenty.

Dean smiled openly as he watched Shelby sensually reach around one of the cowboys to grab the cue ball. His friend bumped his shoulder as they watched her bend over to break the balls up. Their smiles faded when almost all of them went in. Her father had taught her well. After about fifteen minutes of watching Shelby crush the Cowboy’s dreams of the night, Dean turned away as a pretty blonde passed by, smiling at him. He looked back at the only constant in his life, questioning if she would be okay for a bit.

He smirked as she held her hand out towards the taller of the two men who had lost horribly. He handed her a wad of twenty dollar bills and walked away solemnly. She looked towards him before rolling her eyes at the blonde standing behind him and laughed, which was her way of saying 'go have your fun'. Dean only hesitated for a moment before the blonde tapped him on the shoulder. Might as well find something to distract him from his huntress for a while. Wait, his?

Shelby sighed as she watched Dean walk out the back door of the bar with the slutty looking blonde. Typical Dean Winchester she thought with a little more sting than she would have liked. She ignored the catch in her throat and counted her wad of cash stoically. She finished and turned around as a couple of bikers eyed the pool tables. She smiled innocently as she sauntered up to them. They looked like fun.

"Hello, boys. Care for a friendly game of pool? I'm trying to practice a bit before my sister gets here." Shelby winked at the end of her sentence. The bikers glanced at her and smiled like the Cheshire Cat. Nodding, they walked past her a little roughly and grabbed some sticks, nodding to her to get the balls ready.

She played her routine like normal, only after collecting the four hundred dollars she had just hustled out of them, they didn't just walk away like the cowboys had. Shelby thanked the men and backed away as calmly as she could while still looking like she wasn't slightly freaking out at the look the older bikers were giving her. Figuring this was a good distance to turn and hightail it outta there, she did just that, only instead of setting eyes on the front door, Shelby came face to... chest with a third biker she hadn't noticed earlier. The guy was easily six and a half feet tall, making her five foot ten inch frame look slightly silly against him. She groaned internally, knowing they would be taking back the four hundred, and probably the two hundred she made from the cowboys earlier.

The third biker, who was sporting a mohawk and tattoos up the sides of his head, growled and grabbed Shelby's upper arms hard, most definitely trying to leave a bruise. Shelby didn't think then, she only acted. She slammed her head into the bikers chin and kneed him in the family jewels. Distracted by the kick, his hands left her arms. Shelby only had time to turn around as the first biker came towards her quickly. He also towered over her and it only slightly intimidated her after her face off with Mr. Tattoo. She smirked and ducked out of his reaching arms, sliding under a bar table and jumping over the pool table.

The second biker, who had tear drop tattoos on his face, screamed before he took his pool stick and swept the young hunter off her feet. This attracted the bartenders attention to the scramble going on and he yelled at the biker. Shelby took the advantage of the distracted creep to grab a beer bottle and smash it over his bald head. She practically flew out the back door of the bar as she heard sirens in the far distance. She opened the passenger side door of her dad's car and roughly grabbed the blonde by her bra strap and yanked her out of the car, landing her on her ass on the asphalt. The bimbo barely had time to catch her top before Shelby's voice rang out, yelling at Dean to DRIVE.

-TOL-

Dean had been having a good ole time forgetting about a familiar brunette huntress until that certain someone literally yanked it from his hands. Shelby mumbled something about never dying her hair blonde for the sake of not being prowled on by Dean. He peered over at the young girl.

"What was that sweetheart; you know mumbling is unbecoming." Shelby scoffed at Dean's sentence before retorting,

"You heard me, ass. I was just thinking out loud." She lowered her voice the best she could to match Deans, which only made him laugh loudly. He turned his head back to the wet pavement and flipped on the windshield wipers. The warm Georgia night finally had the rain the weatherman had been talking about all week. He glanced at the turn for their motel, and did nothing but press the gas harder, driving right past the ugly neon sign.

"Dean, I would really appreciate it if you could turn around. I've not had a good night." Dean looked over at the brunette. She did have a rough night. She could handle herself, sure. But that didn't mean she never felt horrible after the fact. Dean had seen her take down many monsters and not bat an eye. But humans, preferably of the male species were a whole other story for her. Especially when they weren't falling at her feet. Which she seemed oblivious to anyway.

Dean decided not to push her buttons tonight. She was already shaking. He looked at her face in the passing street lamp glow. She was beautiful but she would never say that; and Dean didn't know how to say that. Sure, he slept around with girls a lot. But that was easy, he wasn't worried about what they thought about him. He didn't count on them to save his ass when he tried to go into a djinn nest alone. He smirked at the memory and kept driving. He needed to wait out the cops.

"I'm just gonna drive around the block a couple of times. Don't need the cops finding where our little hustler is staying now do we?" Shelby smiled sheepishly. After looking back out the window as they passed various store fronts and street lights, Shelby slid over to the middle of the front seat and laid her head on Dean's shoulder. Dean smiled softly, finding himself wishing this happened more often, instead of when she was scared; Shelby silently wishing she was brave enough to do this when she wasn't freaked out.

By the time Dean deemed it safe enough to head back to their room, Shelby had fallen asleep. Dean picked her up bridal style and walked slowly to the room. Opening the door as gently as he could without waking Shelby, Dean slipped inside before gliding to the bed and laying the young woman on the ugly patterned comforter. He smiled gently as she rolled over immediately and started to snore lightly. Ha, she owes me ten bucks. Dean pulled her boots off and pulled the heavy cover off of his bed for her, since she was laying on top of hers. Dean slept hot anyway, so he wouldn't need them.

Heading over to his bed he pulled his own boots off and crawled onto the hard mattress. He was almost asleep when Shelby started whimpering. Dean immediately got out of his bed and laid down next to the sleeping girl, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing circles on her back methodically. She stopped her whimpering after a few minutes and Dean sighed, trying to slide out from under her. After he stopped her nightmares most nights he crawled quietly back to his own bed, not wanting to impose on her sleep any more than helping her.

He stopped trying to wriggle out of her hold when she tightened it and spoke. If her face wasn't resting in the crook of his neck he wouldn't have heard her whisper one word.

"Stay."

-TOL-

#2ptonpt #dean winchester #Shelby bates #dean Winchester x oc #Dean x oc #Dean Winchester oc #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #thinking out loud #something bad

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loveandturmoil87 · 7 years ago

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The other man ~ Epilogue

A/N ~ Finally I finished it!!!! This is for @helvonasche, this is the fic that brought us together and made her send funny butt anon messages to me. You guys can thank her for this one.

Pairing ~ Kwon Jiyong x Reader

Rated ~ Smut/Fluff

Series masterlist

A mix of laughter and cheers echoed through the apartment, you made your way to the source, a smile firmly planted on your lips. You knew what they were cheering for, your beautiful daughter.

Seung ryong stood in the middle of the room trying her best at gwiyomi to impress her uncles that were sat around her. The same gummy smile that her father portrays was spread across her own face as she went through the motions. You stopped behind them to enjoy the sight undetected, smiling as your eyes landed on Jiyong standing off to the side watching like the proud father he had become.

You didn't think things could turn out the way they did after what happened, after what you did. But here you were, more apart of their lives then you had ever been before. It felt like a fairy tale, like it hadn't really happened.

Jiyong barely left you and Seung ryong after he ran into you at the coffee shop that day and a few months later, you moved in with him.

Jiyong's smile spread wider when he finally noticed you standing there, making your heart skip a beat, even after all this time. You could still remember the first time you saw him, the first time you laid eyes on the infamous Gdragon. You laughed to yourself, you had heard the stories of how intimidating he was but what you saw in front of you was anything but.

Where others saw a cold stare and a hard face, you saw a scared little boy pretending to be a man he wasn’t, in fear that people might not like the real him, or worse, use him.

Your friend was talking to the people around him, Jiyong himself, was leaning against the bar, wearing that cold face as he stared off into the distance, ignoring what was going on around him.

She waved you over, excitement evident in the bounce that took over her body. She was a fan and so were you but you were nowhere near her level, to her, they were a commodity. But to you, they were people with the same struggles as everybody else, if not worse. They didn’t get to enjoy the freedom you did, the joys and heartbreaks that came with life, the moments that made life beautiful. Instead they were shut away and told how to talk, how to act and who to be. Honestly, your heart wept for them and how hard it must be to wear a mask 24/7 and you often wondered how long it would take before they no longer knew who the real them was.

You smiled at her before chugging back your drink and heading over, you would need it to put up with your friends over exaggerations at meeting her bias. You could feel the buzz from the alcohol kicking in and you tried to remind yourself to behave, you always got mouthy when you drank. That was a lie, you were always mouthy but especially when drunk.

“This is my friend, _____” you heard your friend announcing with pride as you approached them.

Jiyong didn’t move a muscle other than his head, it turned in your direction, that blank stare still on his face as he looked you up and down before looking away again.

It kind of annoyed you, he was acting all mightier than thou, you could see through his facade but then again, it was what he was trained to do.

“Who are your new friends?” you asked as you looked around the group, Jiyong glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

“You don’t know who he is?” one of the scantily dressed females that was stuck to his side asked. You kept your face blank and your eyes wide as you looked at him and then back to her. She scoffed, her cheap makeup ridden face souring as she asked in a horrendously high pitched voice “You don’t know Kwon Jiyong?”

“Nope” you replied with a smile and a small shake of your head.

“You seriously have never heard of Gdragon….. The leader of South Korea’s top boy band Bigbang?”

“I didn’t say that” your smile widened when you noticed her face scrunching even more than it already had, trying to figure out what you were saying.

“Yes you did” the one on the other side chimed in.

“No, she asked me if i knew Kwon Jiyong and I said no”

“But Kwon Jiyong is Gdragon you idiot”

“I know that”

“Ugh” the first girl screamed as she grabbed at her hair “you’re making my head hurt”

“That would be because you are a fucking airhead barbie doll who cannot comprehend the difference between Kwon Jiyong and Gdragon, between a real person and a manufactured piece of meat”

Jiyong’s eyes were on you, his face softening slightly, you had peaked his interest.

“What the fuck did you just call me?” the girl asked as she placed her hands on her hips, a poor attempt at intimidating you.

“Are you stupid or just selfish?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a simple question”

“Why would you even ask that?”

“Because, your only focus was on what I called you, you didn’t even care for what I said about him”

“Fuck you bitch”

“Really? You want to fuck me?” you asked while over exaggerating a surprised reaction, your hands coming up to cover your mouth as your eyes widened. “But I’m not famous like him, I’m just a nobody”

“What the fuck is your problem?’

“My problem is little fucking skanks like you thinking that they’re amazing just because they hang out with famous people and occasional get fucked by them”

“You’re a bitch”

“I am but at least I’m not a loser that uses other people’s social statuses to boost my own”

“No I don’t”

“Then get your head out of his fucking ass and stop putting him up on a pedestal. He is a person, not a piece of meat, treat him as such”

“Ugh, this chick is a fucking buzz kill. Let’s get out of here”

Jiyong stuck his bottom lip out, the flesh on his chin crinkling as a result. He nodded, his eyes looking around before stopping on you, his lip curving up on one side as he asked “Wanna ditch these bitches?”

You ignored the girls tirades of abuse, a wicked smile growing on your lips as you replied “Sure thing, I just have to do one thing first..” you reached out and grabbed the glass from his hand before throwing its contents on the main girl you had had the argument.

She screeched, her arms coming out from her sides as she shook her hands and stomped her feet like a little kid.

Jiyong laughed hysterically, his fist coming up and covering his mouth as he pointed at her. You grabbed his hand and pulled him away, the two of you laughing like idiots as you broke out into a jog.

You slinked off into the kitchen, ready to make the lunch that they were all here for, well that and Seung ryong.

Since Jiyong was first to have a child, they all seemed to flock around her and you couldn't blame them, she was cute. She was the spitting image of Jiyong but she wore your eyes, which is what Jiyong said he loved the most about her.

You smiled to yourself, thinking of how lucky she was to have four uncles that cared for her as much they did while you gathered the ingredients.

“What's happening momma?” his voice startling you slightly but making you smile wider, it had become his pet name for you.

“Just getting the kids fed, daddy” you joked as you leant down to grab the herbs out of the fridge, a groan filled the room, you stood up and shot him a glare as a warning to behave.

You went back to the counter, to chop the ingredients and that's when he really started. He prowled around the bench before coming up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he pressed his body against yours.

“I know what you're doing and you need to stop” you told but a smile was still spread on your face.

“But I can't help myself around you” he replied as his hands trailed down to your hips, you glanced to the door, you couldn't see the others from where you were standing.

“Jiyong, we have guests” you said breathlessly as his lips attached to your neck, forming an invisible line from your ear to you collar bone.

“Then they can take care of little dragon while daddy has some alone time with his momma”

Everything about him was intoxicating, you could never deny him but you tried your hardest every time.

“Ji, please” you begged as his hands dipped under your skirt, kneading at your ass.

His thumbs dipped between your thighs and spread you open, your core already throbbing from what little he had done but what you knew he could do. He kissed back up to your ear, his tongue darting out at your lobe and taking it in his mouth, he sensually sucked it before dropping it and whispering “Please, what?”

Your eyes darted back at the door, you bit your bottom lip as you looked back at him. His hands still kneading at your flesh, his thumbs working in time to open up your core before letting it close again.

“We have to be quick” you whispered with flushed cheeks.

That troublemaking grin you knew all too well formed on his lips as he said “That's my baby girl”

His hands were quick to remove your underwear, kneeling as he pulled them down to your ankles but he didn't get up. The flesh of his hands felt as though it burnt your skin as they moved up the backs of your thighs, his soft lips brushed at the backs of yours knees making them weak.

You kept your eyes on the door, biting at your lip when you felt his thumbs back at your core, opening you up again. He pushed his knees between your legs and forced them out, making you widen your stance.

“That's better” his breath lapped at the skin around your core as he spoke.

You gasped as soon as you felt his hot wet tongue between your legs, gently running down your core before returning to the top and mimicking the same action.

“Ji....” you murmured trying not to let the others hear the desperation in your voice.

“Hmmm” he hummed into your core, sending shivers shooting right through your body.

“As much.... as I enjoy.... this..... we don't have.... time” you told between suppressed moans.

“Fine” he groaned, you could tell he was pouting just by his tone.

You smiled to yourself as you placed your hands firmly on the bench and stuck your ass out.

“Is my baby girl hungry?” Jiyong asked as he stood, his tone the complete opposite from just a few seconds ago.

You bit your lip as you looked back at him, his hands ran up your cheeks, pushing the material of your skirt up. Mimicking your actions, he bit his lips as he stared at you, a twinkle in his eye as he undid his pants and lowered them just enough to free himself.

Your teeth sunk harder into your lip and your head rolled back as he pushed into you, you still weren’t used to how he felt, even after all this time. You gave him a nod, letting him know you were ready. He responded immediately, rolling his hips as slowly as he could bare, it drove you crazy. He loved to tease you, to provoke you to best of his abilities, to what his own body would allow him.

Looking back and giving him a wicked grin, you shifted your hands to the edge of the bench and pushed back on him. You could see his top lip quiver, a result from holding in his groans. You often pushed one another, turning it into a game and right now, you seemed to be winning. You continued, matching his pace and then speeding up slightly, forcing his own hips to match yours if he wanted to do it right.

“You’re not playing nice, baby girl” he strained through gritted teeth as you speed up again, purposefully clenching around him, milking him with your movements.

“Neither are you, daddy” you grinned before turning to check the door.

He chuckled from behind you as he gave you an extra hard thrust and almost making you gasp out loud, he was playing dirty, two could play at that. You loosened your grip on the counter and dropped one of your hands to open the cupboard, you smiled to yourself as you lifted your foot and placed it on the highest shelf.

You placed your hand back and used both it and your foot to give you leverage as you pushed back on him, hard. His fingers dug into your ass as soon as you did it, you looked back to see him biting his lip and his nostrils flared.

His eyes darted back up to you, his head shaking as you pounded yourself on him. Your plan was working but backfiring at the same time, your actions causing you to melt, your body shaking slightly.

“Fuck baby….. You take it so good for daddy” he groaned.

The sight of him fucking you was pushing you to your edge. You reached back, your hand snaking around his neck for support but also to get him to fuck you harder.

“Daddy, please?” you begged, looking him directly in the eye.

He chuckled, that gummy smile popping up on his face as he asked “Please, what?”

“I want to come, please?”

Your begging worked, it always did. He moved his hands to the front of your hips before he unleashed hell on you, his hips moving faster than ever before. You could hear the sound of him fucking you echoing through the room but you didn’t care, not when you were so close.

You let out a whimper at your high rushing towards you, getting closer with every thrust he made.

“Come” he commanded and you did as you were told. Lifting your hand up, you bit down on its flesh, using it as a gag as you came all over him, every inch of you quivering with it.

You could feel the rhythm of his hips begin to lose it’s timing, his hands grasping at you, forcefully digging into your lower abdomen as he came inside you.

“Baby, be careful” you said in a panic as you quickly moved his hands to your hips.

“What’s wrong momma?” he asked, his voice laced with concern as he stopped his hips and pulled out of you.

You turned around to face him as you said “I was going to wait until everyone was gone to tell you”

“Tell me what?” he asked as he looked up at you from zipping himself up.

“I’m pregnant, we’re pregnant” you said before biting your lip, anticipating his reaction.

“Really?” he asked wide eyed.

“Mmhmm” you hummed with a smile.

“Yaaahhhhh, I can’t believe it” he yelled before rushing out to the lounge.

“What, what’s going on?” you heard Seung hyun ask as you walked to the doorway to watch him.

He picked up his daughter and span her around as he said “Guess what Seung ryong? We're having another little dragon”

You laughed at his ridiculous behaviour, it was everything you’d hoped for and more.

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wasabi-duck · 8 years ago

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half blood jimin

me: wants to die. has no will to live.

also me: gotta update that blog because i feel shitty for not doing it constantly

jimin as a half blood is my aesthetic because guess what i can write whatever hell the i want amazing right

jimin grew up with his mom only. no siblings. no dad. no grandma and grandpa and aunts and uncles and cousins.

it had always been him and his mom

they never needed anyone else??

his mom had come over from korea for a student visa originally and then she permanently stayed over in manhattan!!

her english wasn't the best but she was intelligent and hardworking and she got a job after school at a local diner while she took the time to improve her english

and that's where she met him

ares has a bad habit of meddling in the human world

a real bad habit

he likes to go down to earth and play pretend and form some joker gang where he can wear the weirdo helmets and boots and leather and the like?? he just likes to ride around and cause chaos constantly

that one guy™ that gets in bar fights constantly and zeus usually has to intervene because ares gets so out of hand

so out of hand

but one day he's tired of smashing beer bottles over people's heads and he's like why not stop at a diner?? intimidate some elderly folk with my cool bike gang

they rudely stomp in and it's obvious people are a little on edge because this is a family restaurant and these guys look slightly horrifying

they don't even wait to be seated, they just plop down at one of those huge round tables in the back

their original server is an older woman, like elderly, and she's really scared to serve them

scratch that, everyone is

except jimin’s mom

she storms over and she's like “excuse me, no feet on the table”

ares is amused, startled, and a little intrigued by this tiny lady who has the audacity to tell him what to do

all the other bikers look to see what he'll do and ares just slowly obeys her orders, but refuses to break eye contact with her

“whatever you say darling”

usually women swoon and blush over him because he's attractive, ripped, oozing confidence

but she just rolls her eyes then introduces herself, and then asks for drinks

ares is blown away to say the least and now he's even more interested in the young woman

he acts like a total douche the entire night (in true ares fashion)

like the guys are loud and obnoxious and order like everything off the menu and constantly call jimin’s mom over for help

and the diner is running past closing now and all the other customers have left and a lot of the wait staff are as well

but the kitchen help is still there and they're like when can we just leave??

and jimin's mom is still there, demanding they at least use proper etiquette while eating

and finally she just kinda snaps “i understand you're paying customers, but it's an hour past closing and the remaining staff have children they need to see. so if you don't mind-”

ares just raises his eyebrows “but what about you?”

and that's the first time the entire night she gets flustered and she just kinda stammers “just me against the world”

ares has been a lil !! the whole night but now he's like heart eyes

he just slams a crap ton of money on the table like more than jimin's mom has ever seen in her life and he gets the others to get up and leave

“i'll see you soon darling”

and sure enough, he does come back, and he comes back with the whole gang

asks to be sat in jimin's mom section

she does smile a bit when she sees them but then she has to scold them and remind them they better behave or she's kicking them out

soon he becomes a regular and soon less and less of the gang is around and it's only him showing up

eventually he does ask jimin’s mom out and she says yes and soon they actually start dating!!

except ares doesn't explain he's the actual greek god yikes

but one day it kinda slips out because he gets in a fight and someone actually sounds him and he's bleeding gold and he forgets to clean himself up because “i'm a warrior who doesn't cry over a stupid cut!!”

except jimin's mom is totally horrified he's bleeding gold when he shows up to their date and now the secret comes spilling out

she doesn't mind

not really

thinks it's kind of cool actually

and ares thinks she's kind of cool too

not your usual warrior, a strong buff military queen with years of combat training and was experience

but a strong, determined fighter who's been through a lot so far in her life, yet refused to back down or give up even when the world is crashing in around her

ares really does love her and he leaves olympus to live with her like full time

but zeus is all oh no you don't hoe and when he discovers the plan he's like banning ares from the mortal world

and like the entire island of manhattan is ravished with thunderstorms and ares has to explain the situation

and jimin's mom has to explain that she's pregnant

ares doesn't even have time to react because zeus himself is coming down from olympus and ares kisses her softly before promising he'll do everything he can to help

behold

baby jimin is born

and baby jimin grows up without his father around

his mom never talks about it and jimin doesn't push it, but he's walked in on her crying into this old biker jacket before

and his mom can never explain the play swords and little army men that always find their way into the house

jimin doesn't really care though!! he's always just had his mom and they make things work between the two of them

as a child he spends afternoons in the diner, spinning on the bar stools after school

he's a really shy kid, really reserved

he doesn't like talking to new people and he's constantly hiding behind his moms legs when he's introduced to someone

he's sweet and pleasant and polite and ares always looks down from olympus like… this is my son

how

but he loves jimin despite never having the opportunity to meet him in person and he's constantly trying to find ways to help his baby boy out

except jimin shows like zero in anything ares gets eris to drop off and ares is like my son why must you hurt me like this

ally, queen of putting pointless details nobody cares about

jimin is about seven when he deals with his first monster attack which is way super young but hey-

he's outside playing on the community playground, by himself, just going down the slide and cheering for himself…

okay well it’s been like a week since i wrote this so i have no idea what i was going for here

okay so jimin

on the slide

having a good time

and out of nowhere this giant wildebeest thing comes prancing out into the open and first jimin is like cute kitty!! cause it has a lion body but like some weird dragon wings thing

and jimin is like momma i wanna go play with the kitty and his mom was reading and she didn’t notice at first but she looks up and her eyes go wide and she screams “jimin, run!!”

and jimin doesn’t understand what the big deal is but then the thing takes a massive hit at the swingset and it crumbles to the ground, and it starts lurking towards jimin

he hurries off and races toward his mom and hugs onto her legs and she’s begging him, pleading that he would run and let her handle it but jimin says he won’t leave her, not ever ever

and she’s crying because “jimin, you have to go!!”

“i’m not leaving you alone momma!!”

the manticore spots them and it gives this nasty smirk like thing and jimin is sobbing because he’s scared and confused and the thing has already destroyed allf of the playground with the intent on getting him next

jimin’s mom scoops him up in his arms and she starts sprinting as fast as her legs can carry her and ares had mentioned camp half blood when the time was right and she’s like well damn there can’t be a better time than now

except the issue is she doesn’t exactly know where it is and she doesn’t have a car of her own to drive

and there’s a monster chasing them

this thing can fly and jimin and his mom stand no chance against outrunning him

it lunges down at them and jimin’s mom falls, a serious injury to her back

jimin rolls to the ground, scratching up his hands and knees and face in the process

but he sees the thing circling his mom and she isn’t moving and she’s going to be killed if he doesn’t stop it

and so he grabs a large branch (larger than him) that the manticore snapped off in its landing process and he charge the monster

and he swings down the branch on it’s big ugly face

it looks more confused than anything

and jimin stands there because he realizes he’s a goner

he gulps and holds the stick out in front of him for defense because if this is how he’s gonna go out, then he’s gonna die fighting

but suddenly the manticore yelps and stumbles to it’s side and jimin looks around to see what’s happening

“hey there kiddo, what’s shaking?”

and behold, there’s ares, in his biker gang get up, but a giant spear in hand

jimin is too astounded to even process what’s going on, but in a matter of seconds, the manticore is on the ground, howling in pain, before it vanishes into black ash

ares runs over to jimin’s mom and kneels beside her, before cursing loudly and pulling something from his jacket

jimin hurries over too and throws himself on top of her

“momma, momma, are you okay?!”

and he starts crying again but she’s stirring because ares gave her nectar and ambrosia and the injury wasn’t too deep to begin with

and she sits up and hugs jimin close to her chest and starts stroking his hair and crying because she almost lost her baby

and ares pulls them both into his arms because his family was nearly destroyed and this is only the beginning of what’s to come if jimin stays in the mortal world

and so ares is like that’s it, we’re taking him to camp, i’m not allowing this kind of thing to happen ever again

and so he uses his godly powers to whisk the three of them to the border of camp half blood

jimin is so so so confused to what’s going on and he clings to his mom and eyes up ares suspiciously and his nose is running and he’s still teary-eyed

and he will not let go of his mother like he has the death grip on her

and she’s like “my baby, you need to go… it’s not safe for you anymore…”

and jimin shakes his head stubbornly “no momma, i won’t go without you!!”

she starts to tear up again “baby, i can’t go with you, you need to trust me on this one.”

and jimin shakes his head and starts to cry harder and his mom is crying now and ares is kinda… because he is not a sentimental guy but he hates seeing his family so upset

his mom kisses his head “baby, i promise you can come back this winter okay, but you need to to go so you can be safe.”

and after a lot of tears and sobbing and kisses and hugs they finally get jimin to cross the border into camp

fast forward a few years

jimin is in the ares cabin where he belongs

at first the ares kids are kinda haha you’re kidding right, this runt is our half-sibling

but then they see jimin fight they’re like oh--

jimin isn’t the most technical and skilled fighter out there and he definitely could improve his technique, but he’s a heavy hitter and he deals a lot of damage when he hits someone and it doesn’t take him much time to knock someone on out, especially because he has one of those huge double-handed swords

like ike from fire emblem rip

he’s super popular around camp, along with his best friends, a certain son of nike and a certain son of demeter

but see my dear readers, you are pretty popular around camp too

you’re the head of your cabin, which makes you known by well, everyone

and jimin, being the favorite son of ares, has a lot of power in his cabin as well

you two aren’t really enemies

but there is a rivalry when it comes to cabin competitions like capture the flag and chariot racing

jimin and you are super competitive with each other, and every time you talk, it’s challenging each other or playful smack talk

you insist your cabin is better and he’s determined to prove the superiority of the ares cabin

and yes, the chariot race is gonna be his chance to prove that

as soon as the contest is announced, jimin runs over to your cabin and he’s like hey guess who it is

you’re currently reading something on your bunk and you just kind of sit up and glare “excuse me, it’s against camp rules to go barging into someone else’s cabin. need me to report that to chiron for you?”

he just smirks and leans against the door frame “oh come on, you know you don’t actually mind me being here”

you roll your eyes and push yourself off the bed, brushing past jimin as you make your way outside

with an indignant scoff, he follows at your heel, more than upset that you would ignore him like that

“aren’t you gonna ask why i’m here?”

and you shrug and keep on walking and now jimin is extra upset because despite his big bad son of ares attitude, he needs constant attention and validation to make it through the day

just like me, what a coincidence, no wonder i get jimin on every single which bts member is your soulmate quiz

rip holy

anyway jimin tugs on your sleeve “aren’t you excited about the big news??”

and you just turn and bat your eyelashes dramatically “you mean the big camp chariot race that i’m totally gonna whip your butt in??”

and he nods really excitedly then shakes his head “wait no, the big camp chariot race that me, the one and only jimin, is totally gonna cream everyone, especially you in?”

and you laugh and shrug again “i dunno buddy, me and my partner have already started our design... “

and jimin pouts because what partner, who is this, who does he need to throw down with

oh wait it a half-sibling he’s good, he’s fine

not jealous or anything nope nope nope

you tell jimin you’re heading down to the blacksmith area to actually get to work anyhow

and jimin is like ooh lemme come but the you’re like sorry you might steal my design then…

and jimin gets even more pouty

“fine, i challenge you to a sparring duel then!! we can do tag-team even!! me and gukkie, and you and… and-”

“how about hoseok?” you tease and jimin’s face gets all red and he kinda

“no no no!! i’ll give you taehyung!! you’re allowed to have him because i know he’s in love with na-”

and he covers his mouth and your eyebrows quirk but you let it be because part of the whole rivalry thing is not falling in love with jimin nope nope nope

but your heart soars knowing that he gets a little jealous over you

just a little

you agree to his duel and jimin is like awesome lemme go get the boys-

and you’re like no, one on one is okay

and you wink and jimin is like wow my heart… my heart is melting…

so you two head on down to the sparring fields but guess what, guess who’s there, it’s our favorite wingmen jeongguk and taehyung

#jungkookhickeyscandal2k17 anyone

and you’re kind of suspsicious but then you also see hoseok and yoongi there too and you’re like oh maybe everyone is just having a good time today

but then taehyung screams tag team and you’re like wow i was set up

then comes the issue of deciding teams and you assume that like… you know, you and jimin would be on opposing sides but nah fam

hoseok is like “FOUR VERSUS TWO COME AT ME”

and yoongi is all “do you need to scream”

and jeongguk is all “COME AT ME JIMIN”

and yoongi is like “wow, what a many yell you have”

and he nudges hoseok playfully

but guess what, everyone votes that it be you and jimin versus everyone else and you’re like…

this was 728% set up

you and jimin start to disagree but hoseok is already loading an arrow into his bow and yoongi has his scythe out and y’all are like

well yikes

jimin is immediately in warrior mode and he’s like time to attack but you put a hand on his shoulder “honey child, it’s four against two, don’t you think we should take a defense stan and wear them out”

and jimin gives you this look “children of ares don’t wait for the enemy to attack first my dear”

you roll your eyes and watch him charge at taehyung with everything he has

you follow behind, skillfully dodging hoseok’s arrows

jimin and taehyung are locked away in their own battle, while you try to take on jeongguk and his double daggers

but he’s good, he’s really good, what did you expect from a son of victory itself

you feel yourself being worn out already but you won’t lose that easily, oh no you will not

you lunge at him, and he falls back, only for yoongi to come and take his place

and you groan because your defense strategy would have been so much better than whatever is happening now

before you can process it anymore, yoongi lunges at you and you’re kind of taken by surprise but before his blade can come into contact with your raised weapon, jimin steps in front of, successfully blocking the attack and launching one of his own on yoongi

you catch your breath than go after jeongguk again, who is more tired than hoseok and taehyung and easier to take out

except hoseok and his arrows are a mess to deal with and you constantly have to dodge his attacks, along with jeongguk’s

you and jimin are exhausted, and only yoongi has been sitting out thus far

you hurry over to jimin and the two of you stand back to back, working together to dodge the barrage of attacks coming your way

it feels so natural to be there with jimin like you two are working together without having to say a single word

it’s like your adrenalin and his have combined somehow and you suddenly feel more alive, rejuvenated, ready to take on the world

his fierce passion and drive are coursing through your veins

and he can only hear your words of wisdom and strategy echoing in his head, despite the two of you remaining silent save your pants and occasional curses

you guys end up losing, but only because yoongi played a dirty and came back in despite having been defeated previously

“to protect my boyfriends” he laughed as he slugged his arms around hoseok and jeongguk’s shoulders

jeongguk would gag and shove him off and hoseok turned his nose upward “hoe i didn’t need you to save me”

you and jimin are lying on the grassy floor, your head on his stomach

and he’s breathing real heavy so your head moves every five seconds but he’s laughing too and you’re laughing

and you’re both in hysterics even after the others leave for the showers and even though you’re both sweaty and gross, you two stay there together, enjoying each other's’ presences

okay but guess what everyone this is page eight already and we haven’t even gotten to the drama

so it’s the day of the race my dudes

you and a small girl named elise from your cabin are the ones racing for your cabin

wow is that a fire emblem name i slipped into there

amazing

and jimin and one of his half brothers are racing for the ares cabin

hoseok is racing and so are jeongguk and taehyung

jin made some posters for all the boys racing and he makes yoongi and namjoon hold some of them up

everyone at camp is betting drachmas on who’s gonna win and most of the bets come down to you and jimin for the tie breaker

except athena cabin has a sharp looking chariot there armed with god only knows what kind of booby traps

and hecate cabin is looking wild too and you’re a little nervous but elise is like “we can do it!!”

also your need to defeat jimin keeps you going

now i read these books in fourth grade which was a very very long time ago so i can’t remember all the details so bare with me please

but i think there’s not many rules and all

anyone the signal starts and it’s off to the races my dudes

it’s already a heated competition and everyone is using all the tricks off their sleeves right off the bat

like apollo cabin done rigged their chariot to blare the most god awful country music while they have earbuds in so everyone can suffer

and demeter cabin has vines that can shoot out from their chariot and tangle up some wheels

you and jimin are far in the lead though due to a crash between the aphrodite and nemesis cabins

ares cabin has spikes on the middle of the wheel so if you’re close enough to them it could totally destroy your chariot

but you guys have elise with her little staff to fight people the heck away if they get too close while you steer

and it’s like you two are neck and neck and you and jimin are shouting curses at each other meanwhile trying to avoid obstacles

you can hear other chariots coming closer but you just push harder

soon you start pulling ahead of jimin

and you hear him shouting in ancient greek

but you keep pushing

but suddenly, the chariot starts to shake beneath your feet and you and elise exchanged horrified looks

it’s like your chariot starts to disappear into thin air or something

like the spokes of the wheels are breaking and the boards are snapping

the horses pull away from the chariot and you and elise go tumbling to the side of the course

jimin passes by and he’s like oh come on get your head in the game

but he flashes back to when he was a child and his mom was lying in the grass, completely helpless and hurt

and he pulls his chariot to a stop and everyone is complete and utter shock but he races over to you regardless

elise is sitting up and rubbing her elbows but you’re still lying face down in the grass

jimin tells elise to go get an apollo kid while he tries to get you up

he lifts your head up and it looks like you’re out cold

he curses and moves your head to his lap, gently trying to shake you away but it doesn’t seem to be doing much

and he thinks about how helpless he was back when his mom was injured and he won’t have that happen again oh no

so he tries harder to wake you up

you do stir, because you were hardly injured, just needed some time to recover

you blink and stare up at him “jimin you moron, you’re supposed to win the race.”

he gapes then closes his mouth, then pulls you into his arms and hugs you super tight “i was making sure the love of my life wasn’t seriously injured, and you’re gonna sit here and call me a moron!?”

and you two are staring at each other all dramatic and you’re like aw to hell with it and you pull his collar and bring him in for a curse

que jin shrieking from the sidelines

tae passes by on his chariot and screams “get a room”

and jimin gets all embarrassed and pulls away from you all blushy and shy

you laugh and rub your nose up to his

guess who wins

it’s hoseok because i love him and he’s allowed to do whatever he wants in my mind

but you and jimin don’t care because you’re too busy staring into each other’s yes and holding hands and being absolutely gross and cheesy the end

#im alive #from the dead #i gotta go to counseling so this is kinda a rush ending maybe #idk fam #yoonkook is real #jimin scenario #jimin scenarios #jimin imagine #jimin fluff #jimin au #halfblood au #bts scenarios #bangtan scenarios #bangtan fanfic #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bangtan writing

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Memory Prompts: Siren (Pt. 1)

🌈- A memory about when they first fell in love

“The first time? Must have been about fifteen, I think?” She scratched her head. “Was about two years before the ravagers came through, yeah. There was this Fili’ion, a beautiful bright orange, who Gram saved from the sale block. I think it was the two mouth thing that caught my interest first, ‘cause they would sing my favorite songs, in harmony, or mushed all together. They said it was ‘cause it made me smile, and no one had really tried to do that since I had been dropped off. Gram wasn’t mean, but she had other things to do than try to keep a buncha orphans smilin’. But anyway, their name was Rouched, and they were damn sweet. Best friend I had in there, couldn’t help but love ‘em. Don’t think they loved me like that, but it’s alright. I was happy to take anything I could get. Besides,” a grin crossed her face, and she elbowed the man next to her. “Made it so I was used to waitin’, eh?”

🌋- A memory about their first heartbreak

“Heartbreak?” She laughed, hollowly. “Had to be when my parents told me they didn’t want me, and dumped me in an orphanage, because I was an abomination, wouldn’t it? That was fun...” A swirl of ink left her mouth as she whistled, whisking the bottle of booze that was making its way around the circle. A few chugs to protests later, she passed it on, and continued. “You know that feeling yo get, when you’ve done something exciting, and want to show your parents, ‘cause you just wanted them to be proud of you? Yeah, it didn’t go too well. I found I could make these little critters, and they could pick things up, and I thought it was so cool, ‘cause I had never seen anyone else do it, yeah? Like I had seen dancers, they made wisps ‘n shit. But hey, on my home planet, making touchable stuff obviously meant I was gonna kill everyone, and needed to be disposed of. All that excitement got turned into bein’ locked in a room, and hustled off to be left cryin’ in an empty room, nameless, with the damn orphans feeling sorry for me. You know your shit’s fucked when the people with dead parents look at ya an’ think ‘at least I’m not her’!” She stomped to her feet, grabbing her own bottle from the cooler. “Fuckin’ A man, why would you make me think of this shit again.” She took a long pull before adding, rather morosely, “The irony is I would never have killed anyone if they hadn’t left me there, yeah? Them leavin’ me there made it so I wound up here.”

🏠- A memory about their childhood home/where they used to live

“Oh man, if I could go back to my home planet? Ah, it was beautiful. You know how people say, ‘ah, I’m gonna retire to a tropical resort planet’? They’d go to Esorta. At least where I was born, it was just... Warm water, so much life. Beaches that went forever down the coast, tall trees with their green branches sproutin’ up from the water, so it was all in shade, which was good, yeah. We burn easily, too light skinned for most places.” She flapped her arm, the skin on it quite pale indeed. “But you’d get this glorious ripple pattern of light comin’ through, which would catch the algae growin’ in there and turn th’ water this lilacy color...” Her smile was wistful. “We lived on the beaches, in these, like, cave systems. Ya could reach most others just by walking through ‘em. Felt like the spaceships do, honestly. Everything connected, which was good, yeah, ‘cause we got storms a lot, and ya couldn’t get outside when there’s hurricane goin’. I mean you could, I guess, but it was a dumb idea, man. But the trees... They never budged. Maybe the storms just felt stronger when I was so teeny... I always would wanna go play in ‘em. Bet my parents wish they had let me, when it came out what I could do...” Her face fell, fingers tangling in her hair. “Woulda saved them the shame.”

📷- A memory that comes with a picture they have

“This one was great, yeah.” She waved the long strip, smiling slightly. “We had found this thing in a junkyard, don’t remember what we were doin’ there, but Peter called it a “photobooth”, and it apparently still worked. We crammed in there, him ‘n me, and this button made it all flashy, and we got this string of pictures, just some goofy shit. Apparently you’re supposed to make dumb faces, he said he and ‘is momma did it before. Look, this last one here, where Yondu stuck his head in, is my favorite. Look at our faces!” She giggled, her hand pressed against her lips. “We look so startled, he managed to sneak up on us real good. He popped his head in, yelling about how we had to leave ‘n shit, and we were so not expecting it. Man, it was an easier time...” Her smile turned sad. “Now Peter’s this big hotshot an’ all, got so little time for his old family. Proud of him, of course. But I miss him...”

💡- A memory that comes with an object or keepsake they have

There was a snort. “We ain’t got space on this ship for keepsakes, not with all the damn animals people keep bringin’ on! You know we got a cow in the ship dock? Like, there wasn’t any space left, but it was blind so Theoric felt sorry for the stupid thing. You know what don’t move outta the way of space ships? Blind cows, that’s what. You gotta be so careful parkin’ in here, like it isn’t even deaf! Just blind! You’d THINK it would move, but apparently its goddamn self preservation was linked to it’s fuckin’ eyesight! ...What? Shut up, maybe the cow’s a keepsake, dickhead.”

🔪- A memory about a dangerous situation

“Kiddo, I’ve been a mercenary for almost forty years. There’s a lot to pull from.” She tapped her chin with her nails, thoughtfully. “One of the jobs would be boring, honestly. Like, there’s only so many ways it can go. You go shoot at people, so ya get shot at, or ya try to keep others from gettin’ shot at, so people shoot at you instead, or ya break in the steal their shit, and they shoot at you. Sometimes we try to keep things from being stolen by people who will come on in shootin’ at ya. I’ve been shot at a lot, it doesn’t feel dangerous anymore, ya know? Hmmm... Oh!” Siren’s face brightened. “How ‘bout this? Spackle wanted to go to this safari thing, yeah? Like a zoo, but like, everything runs ‘round like it’s hot shit and owns the place.” “Oh boss, no, please!” Spackle groaned, falling backward with her hands over her eyes. Siren laughed. “Nope, shut up! I’m telling this one. Anyway,” her grin got wider as she continued. “So we go, yeah? And they take our weapons, because there’s been an issue with poaching, ‘cause some of these fuckers are rare and some shit, and we, well. We don’t look like high society, right? Yeah, so we go in, and there’s all these wild things struttin’ around, and since we’re in this buggie, it’s all cool. Well, turns out this glaxi had managed to break perimeter, and smelled Spackle. What’s a glaxi? It’s this giant ass dog-type thing, with a few extra legs, a mouth on it’s belly, and four tails that it grabs shit with. Also, they’re ‘bout thirty feet tall too, so it can be some scary ass shit. Anyway, they hate Ykonases, which is what Spackle is. Kinda a long time competitor sorta thing, Ykonases are smarter and faster, but glaxi are giant dumb animals that eat everything they come across. So this buggie we’re in, it’s like, maybe up to its knees? The first ones anyway. Holy shit, I almost pissed myself to see this thing come blasting over the hills. Spackle is screaming, Lash is laughing, I’m just angry as fuck that we left the damn weaponry back at the ranger station. So we turn, and just fucking floor it. This stupid little thing, it gets maybe fifty miles an hour? Nothin compared to the glaxi. And it’s not that damn stable, so we hit this bump, right? We hit it far faster than this thing is meant to, and it flips. We all go tumbling, spilled out of the car, and Spackle just takes off. She’s running before I get my hair out of my eyes, and the big ol’ thing just goes right after her. Me ‘n Lash are stuck sittin’ there like “what the fuck is goin on?” Though, Spack is our friend ‘n all, and we can’t just leave her to get eaten-” “Love you too Boss Lady.” “So we go on after. And Spackle, I have no idea how she managed it, but she got so far up this damn giant tree near the station that it can’t reach her. She’s up there, hissing and spitting at it, fur all on end, and it’s paying no attention to all the rangers tryin’ to shoot it down, cause it’s not supposed to fuckin’ be there. We hurry on over, Lash pulls out one of the guns he had kept hidden, and I get my dragons goin’, and we eventually get this thing down for the count. But the whole time, it didn’t seem to give a shit about anyone but tryin’ to eat Spackle, who has forgotten she had some of Dave’s grenades in the pockets she had for once! All it would have taken was a good one tossed down it’s throat to kill it.” “I hate this story.” Spackle muttered, her tail drooped over her eyes.

🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed

“Never happened.” It was muttered around a mouthful of food. “Seriously, what part of ‘merc for forty years’ did you not get the first time?” “Any real answer isn’t going to be PG-13 for you, kid.” Shine had an even worse stage whisper than Lash, and Siren chucked a roll at her. Shine dodged, grinning, as Siren sighed. “Even in a safe place, these nerves don’t fuckin’ relax. Closest might have been right after I left the ravagers, when I switched ships so I knew there was no chance of them findin’ me. I went lookin’ for an ocean planet, just to see what it would be like. Spent almost a month just bumin’ around, no jobs, no fightin’, no nothin’. I did have to hunt for my food, but that involved a lotta fishin in this gorgeous lagoon type place... Gods above, I need to go back there. Now that I don’t have the fear of a giant ass ship crashin’ into my head.” “Wouldn’t have been as much to worry about if you hadn’t stolen part of it, girl.”

📔- A memory from a journal/diary entry

“Yeah, never kept one.” An eyeroll. “Where would I have kept it that it wouldn’t have been found? No one I’ve ever been around has a respect for privacy. I can’t even shower without some asshole walkin’ into the bathroom to take a piss, there’s no way I’m putting my inner most thoughts anywhere anyone but me can get to them.”

📝- A memory of them getting to know/meeting my muse

“What do I remember? Jeez, I remember fishing your dumbass out of the engine, that’s what I remember. Your poor dad was freakin out, and you could tell that wasn’t something he was used to fuckin’ doing. More blood than I like seein’ on kids, so it was a bit uncomfortable, but not nearly as much as I was used to seein’, so it evened out a bit. What? Kid, you might technically be older than me, but you look like twelve, and that’s all I give a fuck about.”

🔗- A memory about their proposal/wedding

“Kinda personal, ain’tcha. I ain’t married, and I’ve never been proposed to. The fuck would the point be? I live on a space ship. In space. Who’s gonna acknowledge it? Who’s gonna care? It doesn’t mean anything anyway. I don’t hold assets that government would be able to hold for a spouse anyway. Everyone knows he takes control of the ship if I die anyway. ...Well, if he asked, I’d say yes, ‘cause that means it meant something to the old fuck, but it’s not like it would change shit. ...Kid shut the fuck up, I am not blushing. I don’t blush. You’re an asshole, goodbye.”

#ask memes #Siren #sonofthefrosthearted

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