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alienfailboy · 8 days ago

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i accidentally deleted the ask but i believe @rabbitlost ???? asked me to spill about thorbruce

i apologize for how unhinged i'm about to become.

i'm serving you mcu cracky fluffy realness i'm sorry, i was like eleven when i decided to make these freaks my whole personality

sorry about the spelling thorbruce nation 🫡

here's a bunch of head cannons

-thor and bruce are dating pre age of ultron. sorry argue with a wall.

-i think that the idea of thor dating a human is silly, like you don't think he'd think it was weird to be with someone long term that will die before he gets a gray hair, like i loveee jane i just think that that's a far more plausible reason for it not to work out.(also she's a lesbian so sorry)

- you know who basically can't die cause some higher power who he's not in love with hates him? bruce banner (said higher power is me i have to make this wet cat of a man suffer, but i get nicer later i swear)

-literally no one notices that they're together which thor thinks is odd considering that bruce is rather touch averse and thors always touching him. they place a bet. thor thinks it'll take the rest of the og 6, his dear friends who are geniuses and super spies, maximum 3 months, bruce is not a huge fan of mouth on mouth pda this is reasonable.... sweet boy doesn't realize that they're all too tired to do any sleuthing. this is fine with bruce who gave them minimum 8 months. also like his ideal scenario involves them living quietly alone where they only sometimes have brunch with their friends, phones exist for a reason please do not make me talk to you in person thanks

-after bruce goes missing thors like royaly confused. because what the fuck do you mean you lost a giant green rage monster??? where the fuck did y'all put my boyfriend????? he does a small discreet increasingly frantic search of earth before his horrible little brain that hates him decided bruce didn't wanna be found

-when bruce comes to on sakkar he points out thors haircut cuase wow baby omg when did you do that? wdym you missed me lol it's been like a few hours?? TWO YEARS ???

•insert hushed 'i missed you, i'm so happy your back' frantic kissing

•who is bruce banner if not a man unwilling but unfortunately helping topple a government just by existing?

-they won ragnorak! sorry i don't make the rules (yes i do) that's what happened, thors king, rejoice as i declare him allfather

-thor steps into the role of king rather easily. it does uniquely annoy him that he's no longer allowed to run around beating people up he has to sit on a throne and like... give a fuck? oh god

-thor has terrible eyesight, his eyes are grey so he's just going through life looking at blobs that are sorta friend shaped. becoming fully blind in one eye makes him start to wear glasses, designed and gifted to him by his glorious future husband who was done watching him bump halfway into door frames.

-he's half blind yes, but not missing the eye. it's that almost clear grey color

-lightning looking scars(only scars he had besides top scars,, cuase like god and healing factor but also i am trans and i've decided this is how it is sorry)

-bruce's eyes are scary bright green and they glow in the dark

-bruce has stretch marks near growth plates and joints

-he giggles and hehes at the fact that thor has short hair- which they hate, the only thing they hate more is growing it out. but it must be done

-thor has Monroe esque beauty marks, so does loki this is literally the main reason thor just never questioned if they were related.

-bruce has freckles on his nose and shoulders that you can't see unless you are like an inch away from him

-thor is, at a minimum, 6'4

-bruce is, at a maximum, 5'10 on a good day when he's wearing shoes and thor is slouching (hehe)

-thor has like fantastic posture,, they're royalty

-...bruce has been caught sitting in the same position as a question mark (?)

-bruce gets really into learning about asgard the way he did earth, knowing where stars fall, how the domain works, what the wild life is life, etc. becoming a genius on a different planet. thor likes it, likes telling him all the things he wants to know and showing him around the palace and town after things settle.

-thors not stupid.

-thor knows how to bake and refuses to learn how to cook

-until bruce loki and brun (the Valkyrie) each start kitchen fires in different ways, seriously loki you were boiling water????

-thor just fucking moves people around when theyre in his way, people weigh as much as like a grape to him so he just picks people up with his hands on their shoulders. bruce is like half a grape.

-bruce has also just moved thor out of his way. green veins n allat. not nearly as often but it happens

-bruce cannot function before 10am, he used to be constantly alert but after like three months on asgard he just gets really good at sleeping.

-also he becomes accustomed to thor constantly being there (as opposed to before when he would be splitting his time between hero-ing around the universe and being bruce's pet alien) he becomes very uncomfortable at the thought of going to bed without him

-loki and bruce have odinson sibling level beef because of the only two interactions they've had (A1 and ragnorak) and it's getting out of hand, but there's something to be said about feeling like an outsider and being weird and green flavored- so after a while there's no real oomph behind it

-after ragnorak bruce sleeps for like 20/24 hours of the next several days. he doesn't have to worry or get up and fight for the first time in a really long time. "hulk tired, banner can stay"

-thors really busy those first few days, rebuilding asgard and reassuring his people, preparing for his reign. but he's checking on bruce periodically. just sitting next to him while he sleeps for a few minutes he watches his chest raise, try's to remember that he's alive. that he was never actually dead.

-i think that months pass without the hulk but bruce just like, knows he's there. big man really is just tired he's been out and about for two years, but slowly over the course of several months turned years bruce does find balance between him n the hulk, and without professor hulk (yes he was dilfy yes i hated it, we hate endgame)

-thor just like accidentally calls bruce his husband to someone important, ur honor we're spiritually married, i forgor that that's not legally binding and im king of several realms and words have meaning and-actually do you wanna marry me?

-yes? obviously. are you being serious??? do i have to wear a tiara (*crown, cause your a consort to the king now, for some reason—loki probably)

-a few months post wedding (beautiful ceremony i was in the front row, i cheered very loudly) thor is made aware by captain vaguely stated but extremely correct (heimdall) and his own extremely hazy but very frightening dreams(he's pretty sure he's becoming a profit but whatever) that something very fucking bad is about to happen on earth. they're preparing for a war. remember your vision? yes your robot child but also like your VISION?? yeah, the everyone's dead one! it may or may not be about to come to fruition

infinity war and subsequent endgame fixit/head cannons are locked and loaded (please ask me about it please ask me about it please please please)

but i've been talking super long lmk if you want more domestic king nonsense i think about them all the time. also i know this was like really cringe but i warned you

uhm also some time in the next weekish i'm going to post this AUs (the better timeline) fun fresh and fruity thor redesign on @clarkkentsmalewife

the rest of the art on that account is highkey shit ass but whatever

okay love you bye 🤩

#hey they're both trans i'm sorry #thorbruce #okay but seriously no matter the response to this i'm probably going to post multiple others cause i need them out of my head #it's.. a problem #i love you bruce banner #and your wife #bruce banners male wife thor #gammahammer #let's bring that tag back #OKAY GOOD NIGHT #SORRY FOR THE CRINGE IM FREE

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pinchinschlimbah · 1 year ago

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tysm for ur text post about noel... I'm seeing SO many people immediately hating on him and it's exhausting. he's not usually the type of person to speak up about things like this really (at least from what I've seen) so I doubt he's gonna say anything, but his comments on insta are now turned off/limited so its safe to say he knows what's happening and is probably horrified :/

Yes of course! Like I said in my previous post, I think it's incredibly dangerous to start condemning people purely by association and vague connections you've made in your own head without having any actual substantial evidence. I'm not going to assume Noel's current thoughts on the matter as much as I hope that he is indeed horrified, but I do know that it's fairly par for the course to close off public lines of communication and take longer than most would expect to formulate an official statement on something as sensitive as this because to do it right one should be consulting with their lawyers and agents and other knowledgeable people to make sure the statement is as airtight and well-informed as possible without room for further misinterpretation or complicating any possible legal endeavors at play, so it is absolutely not evidence of guilt that he hasn't said anything yet. As much as it would be nice to see him formally denounce Russell and support the victims, I agree with you that it's definitely not guaranteed and we shouldn't be holding our breath since he's generally such an offline and private person with very good reasons for mistrusting the tabloids still looking to demonize him whenever possible, and if he does end up not saying anything there's a million other reasons besides him being complicit as to why he did not speak out. And yeah, people assuming that the comments being turned off means he's definitely hiding something is absurd. First of all I think it's worth noting that most celebrities don't have exclusive access to their social medias and often have whole teams helping them run things because they themselves have better things to do, so it's very possible the comments being shut off wasn't even done or directed by Noel himself. Second, it would be extremely unwise right now for him to start responding off the cuff to random people in the comments just because they demand it. And third, my initial thought when I heard about it was well wouldn't anyone turn the comments off if they were being bombarded with harassment lobbing horrible accusations at them and pressuring them to speak publicly about something before they were ready? But hearing from multiple people that the comments were shut off after Russell's supporters started flooding the posts arguing Russell's innocence makes it make even more sense why the shutoff was done and less evidence of guilt. Also while I'm here something else I wanted to speak on is that since my previous post, a clip from BFQ 2007 has been going viral and reported on by tabloids as ~evidence~ of Noel being involved because rape jokes were being made that involved him, even though the only thing Noel says in the clip is "how dare you, we're not rapists" in response to Jonathan deciding for Lily that she needed to be forcibly kept away from Noel and Russell. (and if I may editorialize for a moment, news sources reported on Lily looking uncomfortable in the clip as a condemnation of Russell and Noel, but personally I think she seems more annoyed that Jonathan has declared this decision for her rather than letting her decide what she felt comfortable with, especially since later in the show she giddily brings up crimping and is clearly somewhat of a Boosh fan.) I hate to pull out the "it was a different time" excuse but I need y'all to remember or understand what things were like back then for context of what was going on there. Me Too hadn't happened yet and actual accusations of sexual misconduct were generally spread in whispers and kept pretty hush hush, it was unusual for such things to be made super public because public blame was much more likely to fall on the accuser than the accused. Since the recent accusations have come out, multiple people close to Russell at the time have gone on record as saying that while they were well aware of the scope of Russell's aggressive sexuality, they had no idea at the time that it was veering into nonconsensual behavior and were horrified to find out.

Rape jokes were, unfortunately, very common at that point, with the word "rape" being used pretty flippantly and not always accurately to how serious of an act the word is meant to convey. The push to eradicate rape jokes from comedy didn't start until several years later, my memory says somewhere around 2010-11? And at the time, "slut" (and similar terms) was one of the worst things you could call someone and promiscuity was highly demonized in popular culture. Again, the concept of "slut shaming" and push to normalize safe and consensual promiscuity didn't come up in popular culture until several years later. So what I see in that clip is Noel and Russell, who were both known for being sluts at that time, being demonized for that behavior (which was well known and well documented in the documentary) with what was meant to be a lighthearted joke that they wouldn't be able to help themselves around Lily, and Noel's internal thought process at that point was most likely something like "Well, I'm a slut who's been demonized for it but I'm not a predator, so I assume the same is true for Russell." I don't believe this clip shows any reasonable guilt or association on Noel's part.

I understand the impulse to not want to support anyone who's done anything terrible, but if we're deeming people guilty by association so anyone who's ever worked or been friends with someone who did something bad is also bad just purely by that association with no other hard evidence, soon you'll have boxed yourself into a corner of having nothing that's safe to enjoy or interact with, and that's no way to live. Like I said previously I'm fully ready to jump ship if actual problems directly involving Noel do arise, but for the moment I do believe the panic and vitriol towards him is unjustified and I'll be continuing business as usual until further notice.

#shouts into void #asks #long post

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slytherbun · 3 years ago

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confession

pairing: jay halstead x reader

summary: you find yourself in some trouble while clearing a location with your partner jay.

word count: 2.8k

tags: @specialagentsoftie @fighterkimburgess @everythingaddictxx

note: different kind of pd fic then i'm used to but hope y'all like it! ☺

"we're eight minutes out. don't go in yet." voight said into the mic but you and jay had already entered a second too late.

jay's been your partner for almost a year now. the one he had before you was a blonde named hailey that took a position from the fbi.

when you first met him it was about a month after the previous detective left and you could tell he was obviously still in denial. you gave him space and only input your opinion about cases you worked on with intelligence.

it took about three weeks until he actually said anything besides the occasional comment. and he knew deep down that you weren't trying to replace her. but since you were together a lot during the week—jay couldn't help but make his own conclusion about you.

he started to open up more when he looked past the stubbornness after concluding that you were a decent person. for a moment there, you could have sworn he was having an out of body experience with how nice he started treating you.

jay started to invite you out to drinks on a periodic basis. he wanted to explore the possibilities of having you as his permanent partner. one night after a couple of drinks, jay was in a good mood and showed you a picture of his old partner.

the two of them were standing in front of their new work truck with bright smiles on their faces. he talked about her a lot after that night as a way of meeting you half-way. and by the end of that month—it was as if you physically knew her and who she was as a person.

the both of you hit it off pretty well and became friends. even as far as, having drinks every tuesday and thursday after work at molly's—the firefighter owned bar.

jay mumbled a curse at the order voight gave but it was already too late. "get behind me." he spoke in a hushed whisper. not wanting to argue in that particular moment you did as told.

detective halstead had his gun raised and in a firm grip around his fingers before stepping further into the house. you followed his position and warily stepped more into the creaky house.

luckily the both of you had vests already on and around your chests. the material easily gave you a visual view of his arm muscles around the freckles splayed across his biceps.

right away you spotted the cans of spray paint sitting on the concrete living room floors. crude words were traced along the four walls and you couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the horrid smell.

it only had you raising your pistol higher.

while you glanced around to survey the room closely, you couldn't help but notice the gang symbols that you were familiar with. due to the cpd database you knew at least three different affiliations drawn over the wood boarded windows.

the overused drug house looked like something out of a horror movie.

"clear." he grunted between paced cautious breaths and you continued to walk behind his careful steps around the garbage to venture into the main hallway of the house.

jay stopped at the entryway and you turned back around to double check the area once again while he scanned the front view where you and he needed to go.

both sides of the hallway were clear but he made sure his gun was raised and followed every inch of the hallway space that he inspected.

you felt a tap on your waist and turned back around to see jay was still facing forward. he probably hadn't noticed the spot he touched of your body but it still sent shivers down your spine with the intimacy of it.

but you pushed away the anxiousness to check and see what was bothering jay. the only thought you should be having right now is how to get out of the dangerous position.

the hallway was full of open and vulnerable space. a clear point of range that could be taken advantage of to take either you or jay out at any time.

jay was concerned for you. he couldn't help the anxious feeling that he had in the pit of his stomach. the unknowingness ahead in the crack house irked him greatly that he couldn’t predict what was about to happen.

the walls of the hallway smelled highly metallic and if that hadn't given it away, the walls were filled with fresh blood splatter. you gulped at the sight of the bright red handprints going down the length of the hall and glanced at jay from the corner of your eye with an eyebrow raised.

he sighed and nodded his head while pointing his gun to the left to signal the continuance of moving on. you bit the bottom of your lip and tipped your head to let him know you were ready to go.

turning your body in a three hundred sixty angle, you watched his back and felt the hairs on the back of your neck lift up in a static gesture. you could also feel goosebumps all over your arms and you just wanted to hurry up and get out of there.

it was truly the most awful scene you've ever been to. with everything you had—you kept yourself together and calm. your lips were in a straight line the whole time.

you should have known with the uneasy feeling that things were going wrong within a split second. and you were right because after jay turned just slightly he felt a gun being pressed against his forehead.

“put your guns down or else i’m going to blow his head off.” an angered voice said into the echoey hall.

not believing what was happening, you turned your body to survey the area and another man came into your view and held his gun higher. “��tsk tsk’ miss. hand me that gun or else we’re going to have problems.” jay sighed from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“i’m not putting down shit until you tell me your demands.” you said maybe a little too cockily but it was protocol.

voight had told the team plenty of times to stall and not give up your gun at first. in hopes that the other’s would show up and it would become a better outcome if you just continued talking to the person who was a threat.

a third one appeared and now you were officially outnumbered but you were still hoping they were dumber than they looked. the one that was pressing a firearm to your partner’s temple spit out, “listen lady. you either put your weapon down or else his brain matter will be just another body that was paved across the walls of this house.”

you tried to calculate in your head quickly if you should take the risk of surrendering. voight said they were eight minutes out. and if you’ve been in the house for almost four minutes now.

that was half the time left until they were going to show but then those few precious minutes would be enough time for literally anything.

sometimes you hated being a part of the police force. how could you ever know the correct answer and outcome within a split second of your life? could anybody be capable of that? whatever choice you decided to take would be the outcome.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without jay as your partner and in your life. and his blood would be on your hands if you didn’t surrender now. a shaky breath fell past your lips when you clicked the safety back on and handed it to one of them.

of course they used your gun against you and headbutted you with it. little black spots were in your vision before it completely knocked you out. you just hoped the intelligence team would be able to find you and jay.

it would be your fault and you’d feel guilty until your last breath if they didn’t.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed but a hard slap against your cheek woke you up. a blood trail still continued to trickle down your forehead and you winced at the feeling of an awful beating in your eardrums. “wake up sleeping bitch.”

you tried to speak but instead you coughed at the buildup in your throat. not being able to help yourself, in a snarky tone you replied. “i thought it was sleeping beauty?” that earned you another slap that ensured fingerprints across your cheek but you weren’t feeling any regret about it.

“now shut up and answer my next question.” he inputted before you could interrupt again. you looked at him with a devious grin and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “what were you looking for in that house?”

when you leaned forward, you realized the reason why you couldn’t move was because your arms were tied behind your back. but nonetheless you leaned forward encroaching in his space enough to feel his breath span out against your red cheek.

“as if i’d tell you.” your defiance had him pushing your head back forcefully so you hit the concrete behind you, feeling as if a baseball bat hit your skull.

he smirked at your uncomfort. “perhaps a little visit with your boyfriend will help you come to understand that i don’t mess around. if you don’t give me an answer—my boys won’t hesitate to put a bullet straight through his head.” your only reply was a silent one.

spitting blood onto his shoes and he cursed before grinning again. “yeah that’s what i thought.” turning his head towards the door, he yelled. “bring the pretty boy in!”

your shoulders immediately dropped when they entered the room. the other two men from earlier were dragging jay into the room and disposed of his body roughly on the ground in front of you. if it weren’t for his chest rising up and down faintly then you would have thought he was dead.

both of his eyes were already swollen and you knew he would have two black eyes for weeks, dried blood dripped down his face and you didn’t even want to look at the rest of his body. despite the fact he was wearing clothes, you knew he had many internal problems that would need only the care a hospital could provide.

“j-jay?” you stuttered at the sight of him.

he kept blacking out and struggled to stay awake. jay had been counting his breaths to make sure he had enough air circulating through his body. cracked ribs were no joke and he could only groan to let his favorite person know that he was still holding on.

“you think beating people is the only answer? violence?” you glanced around the room and glared at the three with a venomous look. they shared similar smiles hearing how hoarse your voice was.

“i hope my team finds you all and you rot!” the two that brought jay in walked away and the one that talked to you a few moments ago stood and looked down at you. saying one more thing before walking out the door and shutting it. “and i hope next time i come in here—you’ll feel more generous and tell me what you were up to. if you don’t then our pretty boy here will die as promised.”

as soon as he left the room, you started rubbing your arms up and down the wall in hopes that the binds around your wrists would break off. “y/n.” jay mumbled. you didn’t even notice he had turned his face and you shushed him. “don’t open your eyes jay. it’ll be okay, i promise.”

he tried again. “y-y/n. i need to t-tell you something.” jay’s lip was busted and bruised. he hissed at the pain. “you don’t need to tell me anything. we’re getting out of here, detective halstead.” you stated with confidence and continued to run your hands up and down despite the sting of your wrists.

jay had a feeling earlier this morning that something bad would happen. his gut had told him something and he wished he hadn’t ignored it. but he can’t always follow everything, especially when they didn’t even have their case yet. but of course after finding out the hard way, this case was bad.

he knew it and it still put you in harm's way but jay had to tell you how he felt just in case it did go the way he was hoping it wouldn’t. “i don’t care if i need to keep my strength right now. listen to me please.” he pleaded and you finally stopped, turning to glance at his face.

jay was squinting and the visual of his state had your stomach churning.

“y/n i haven’t been completely honest with you and i need to tell you this. i’ve wanted to for a while now, but i just couldn’t find the right moment to.” it was getting to the point where you were desperately trying to keep together. and now that he wanted to confess a deep secret that he’s held close to his chest, the whole thing just had you hysterical.

jay frowned when you started laughing. he tried to scoot closer but the pain he felt was significant. it was just one of those situations where it wasn’t an appropriate response but you couldn’t help yourself either.

he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks while watching you quiet down. a reaction like this didn’t surprise your partner so he didn’t blame your outburst in the least. “i’m s-sorry. i’m sorry.” you muttered and tilted your head to both sides.

you looked back over to jay after successfully wiping more than half of the tears on your sleeve. and for a moment he just gazed into your eyes with his blue ones. a look that you couldn’t decipher nor describe appeared across his face but he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking.

jay cleared his throat and continued with what he was about to say earlier. “it’s okay y/n. but i need you to know that i don’t blame you in the slightest for what went down in that house. i would have done the same exact thing because i love you.”

it was like time stopped and you couldn’t speak even if you wanted to. after all of that time you spent with jay. him wanting nothing to do with you, then becoming your acquaintance, somewhat of a real friend and he loved you?

“you really love me?” you questioned. not being able to believe what was coming out of his mouth. you wondered if the three men drugged him and he was high or delusional. a grunt came out his mouth at the current aching pain he felt all over his body.

“yes y/n, i love you so much. if i could, i’d be over there right now and giving you a hug. then i’d lean down and give you a kiss that i’ve been wanting to give you for months now.”

that honesty from him had you laughing, “months? me too. i’ve wanted to kiss you for almost the whole year that i’ve known you.” you replied with the same amount of honesty he had given you.

“yeah, y/n. it’s probably going to be a year soon but i meant what i said. i really do love you and i’m sorry we’re in the situation that we’re in now. i wish i could protect you from this.” before you could reply the two of you heard gunshots outside of the room. “shit! i hope that’s them.” you mumbled and jay nodded as best as he could.

the door banged open and hit the wall. you almost peed your pants with how happy you were to see kevin and adam surveying the room. “clear!” kevin announced and then walked over to you and jay. adam spoke into the radio, “5021 ida. we have officers down and need two ambos rolled to our location.”

after kevin ripped the binds from your wrists, you crawled over to jay even though your arms were killing you. another tear fell down your cheek when you got up and close to him. he looked awful but now that the two of you were safe, he could begin to heal soon enough. “jay.” he made a ‘hmm’ sound due to the exhaustion he was feeling.

“i love you too.” you finally said and he smiled. you leaned down to brush your lips against his carefully. “after all of this is done. i’m going to give you a proper one.”

you winked and he grinned and responded while the medics rolled in. “we have plenty of time in the world now.”

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xjoonchildx · 4 years ago

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snapshot | jhs x reader

summary: after a day at the beach, hoseok has some surprises in store for his longtime love

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: fluff, smut, fluff OH MY GOD SO MUCH FLUFF y'all i apologize

word count: 4.7K

notes: this fic is a commission fic for the lovely @wwilloww as part of the @armyadvocates fundraising initiative to stop hate crimes against AAPI. miss willow asked for an old house, candles and soft smut as well as a mystery box. i did my best to deliver on all counts because willow is amazing and deserves all good things.

thanks go to @hobi-gif @ladyartemesia and @btsarmy9593 for beta reading parts of this story, thanks so much for keeping me on track ladies! a very special shoutout to @sahmfanficbts who helped me come up with a very *key* part of this plot.

warnings: no one dies? no one is in danger of dying? who am i? standard smut, unprotected sex. liberal sunscreen use. low air quality due to paint fumes and sawdust. references to yoongi, who we can assume is cranky offscreen, references to @untaemedqueen first suggestion of what was in the box.

Warm.

Hoseok is so warm right now, inside and out. He stretches his long body out on the length of his beach lounger, enjoying the feeling of the sun beating down on his skin. His buzz is mellow and pleasant. He lets his eyes drift shut, lulled into a lazy calm by the sounds he can hear all around him.

The steady lap of the waves against the shore. Kids laughing as they run around on the sand. Off in the distance, a bluetooth speaker thumps out a song that’s too far away for him to recognize. And after a few minutes, another sound.

Your bright laughter, carried to him on the breeze.

God, he loves that sound.

“You are such a lightweight,” you tease. Hoseok can hear the smile in your voice. “Two beers and you pass out on me.”

He cracks one eye open to find you standing beside his lounger. The early evening sunlight streams through the strands of your dark hair and warms your bronzed skin, bathing you in a kind of golden halo. He gazes up at you, languid and content.

“I’m not passed out,” he argues with a slow grin. “I’m relaxing. Come relax with me.”

Hoseok doesn’t give you a chance to accept his offer, leaning up to grab your hand and pull you down into the narrow space beside him. You laugh when he wraps his arms and legs around you like a starfish, pulling your back flush against his chest.

“I’m just enjoying the perfect day,” he murmurs, nosing at the back of your ear, “With my perfect girl.”

“Flatterer.”

Hoseok can’t see you rolling your eyes, but he knows you’re doing it anyway. Just like he can’t see the way you flush and he knows you’re doing that, too.

“We should eat,” you say after a while, shivering when he strokes the pads of his fingers up the soft skin of one bare leg. “Grab something before we have to take the bikes back.”

Hoseok hums under his breath as he slides his palm up the curve of your thigh, boldly searching for trouble under the hem of your sundress. You bat his hand away and he laughs, hugging you tighter.

“Alright,” he agrees in a whisper, ghosting his lips down the nape of your neck. You jolt in his arms when he sinks his teeth into the curve of your shoulder, nipping playfully. “Just a quick bite.”

There’s not much difference between a sundress and a négligée is there?

Certainly not from where Hoseok is sitting, anyway.

He studies you as he rides close behind, watching the way your hair whips in the breeze as you pedal. One delicate sundress strap slips down your sun-warmed shoulder, exposing just a bit more of your back. Then the wind grabs a hold of your sheer skirt, lifting it just long enough for Hoseok to get a glimpse of the pretty white panties underneath.

God, he loves those panties.

Could stare at them all day, really.

But instead he forces himself to pedal faster and take the lead, grinning when you take note of his advance and glare. It’s for the best because while you think this is just some meandering evening ride, he’s the only one who knows where you’re really headed. For the best because if he falls off his bike and breaks his face because he’s too busy staring at your ass, the entire night will be ruined before it has the chance to start.

It’s quiet on this street just a few blocks from the shore.

Dolmeori Beach is rockier, more wooded than the beaches preferred by most tourists and that’s always suited Hoseok just fine. When he was a kid, he’d steal away when the weather was warm and hop the train here from Gwangju any chance he got.

It’s always felt like his place, his personal piece of sea and sand.

Pine trees loom high over the pavement, canopies so dense they block out much of the waning sunlight streaming down from above. The shade beneath the leaves makes the heat bearable, but it also makes it hard to judge the time. Hoseok steals a quick look at his watch.

Right on schedule. He hopes Yoongi followed his instructions to the letter.

“Hurry up, slowpoke,” he teases over his shoulder, and he chuckles at the sound of frustration you make as you pedal faster to catch up. It takes a few seconds for you to coast into position at his side.

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going,” you fuss, “Wanna clue me in?”

Hoseok turns his head to smile at you, sly like a fox.

“You’ll find out when we get there.”

The realtor had said the place would need a little love.

Turns out, it needs a lot more than a little. But Hoseok was able to see right past the weathered wooden porch and salt air-worn paint right away. When he found this place online, he knew it was the one.

He slows his bike to a stop as the two of you make your approach, taking note of the warm light that glows just behind the frosted glass pane in the front door. Looks like Yoongi came through.

“What is this place?” you ask, skidding to a stop beside him. You stand over your bike on tiptoes as you survey the house, brow knit in confusion.

“It’s a surprise,” Hoseok grins, hopping off his bike. He shoves the kickstand into place and offers you his hand, which you accept with a suspicious smile. “Wanna go in?”

“Yeah sure,” you shrug. “We’ve probably already stolen these bikes. What’s a little breaking and entering on top of that?”

Hoseok laughs, leading the way to the front door.

He cringes when the porch floorboards creak loudly beneath his feet, making a mental note to put that project next on his to-do list. You stand with arms crossed, watching silently as he crouches down to lift the mat at the front door, fingers feeling beneath for the concealed key.

You stop him with fingers wrapped around his forearm when he gets to his feet.

“Wait,” you whisper frantically. “We can’t just walk into someone’s house, Hoseok.”

He chuckles before leaning down to kiss the adorable confusion right off your face. Then he slides his key into the lock and pushes the door wide open.

“Not someone’s house,” he corrects, watching you peer skeptically inside.

You step slowly through the threshold and scan the candle-lit front room before turning to him with wide eyes.

“Our house.”

“You bought a beach house.”

It’s the third time you’ve said it by now, and not once has the hushed observation been directed at Hoseok. You said it when you brushed your fingertips over the freshly-dried spackle on the living room wall, said it again as you passed your hand over the base coat of stain on the mantle over the fireplace.

You say it again as you turn to him, jaw slack with disbelief.

“You bought a beach house.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok admits sheepishly, uncertain of your reaction. He tries to see the room the way you must see it now, candles and tools scattered across the tables, floors covered in drop cloths, cans of paint and plaster stacked up in the corners.

Yoongi had done a decent job of clearing up most of the clutter before he left, but judging by the astonishment on your face, he’s probably been romanticizing the mess in here.

He’d really hoped to have a lot more done the first time he brought you here, but he’s learned the hard way that some home renovation projects don’t go as smoothly in real life as they do on YouTube. The process has been a bit of trial and error, with a lot more error than he’d originally counted on.

“I know it doesn’t look like a whole lot right now,” he says, rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck, “But it’s going to look great when I’m done. Yoongi helped me sand all week.”

You shake your head like you’re coming out of a daze.

“Oh my god Hoseok, no -- ” you vow with a shaky laugh, “ -- no, this is incredible. This is amazing. I’m in shock.”

“Yeah?” Hoseok grins, relief melting over him. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted -- ”

“ -- Wait,” you interrupt, one brow quirked high as you step closer. “You said… you said something important. You said this was our house.”

“Did I?”

You narrow your dark eyes at him and he chuckles uncomfortably, nerves kicking in for the first time tonight. The feeling -- and the occasion both call for more booze. Which he’s prepared for.

“Are you going to give me a tour?” you ask.

“Later,” he says. “After.”

“After what, Hoseok? You’re killing me slowly with all this suspense.”

“Hang out here for a second,” he instructs, ducking into the small kitchen. “I’ll be right back.”

It takes him no time at all to find the bottle of Moet he’s stashed in the fridge and the clean champagne flutes tucked away into the corner of his dutifully-dusted kitchen cabinet. He double-checks the contents of the box on the counter, making sure everything is in place.

Then he takes a deep breath.

Your brows lift in surprise when he walks back into the room with that box in his hands. You watch him set it down on the floor, saying nothing when he turns back to retrieve the champagne and glasses.

When he finally returns, you’re on your knees -- examining the package. Lips pursed thoughtfully as you press your fingers to the gold flecks on the fabric lid.

“Hoseok,” you whisper, flicking your gaze up to find his. “I have so many questions right now.”

You look so damned beautiful in this candlelight -- like you brought your golden glow from the beach indoors. Like you absorbed the sun’s rays and you’re emitting them now like some kind of superpower.

“Have a drink with me,” he murmurs, “And I’ll answer them.”

Something in the room shifts then; the temperature changes. The silly fun of the afternoon evaporates, leaving behind something heavy and heady. Hoseok knows you feel it too, when your half-smile slowly drops and you pull your lower lip between your teeth.

“Okay,” you agree softly, “Let’s have a drink.”

You watch him with those focused dark eyes as he pops the champagne. The drink bubbles over the lip of both flutes as he pours, on account of his haste and shaky hands. Then you take one of the glasses in hand and offer him the other, which he quickly accepts.

“To this surprise housewarming,” you declare, raising your flute for a toast.

Hoseok clinks his glass against yours, taking note of the way you watch him carefully over the lip of your glass as you’re tilting back the flute to take a sip. He decides he can’t keep you -- or himself -- in suspense any longer.

“You know how special you are to me, right?”

You make a face.

“Did you bring me to your new house to break up with me?”

Hoseok’s startled laugh turns into a cough and tears prick his eyes as champagne bubbles blaze a path up his sinuses.

“Yes,” he says dryly, once he’s managed to collect himself. “I figured dumping you by candlelight sounded like the most romantic option.”

You tip your head back when you laugh, light playing off the curve of your neck, your collarbones, the tiny gold pendant that sits in the pretty dip at the base of your throat.

God, he loves your skin.

Hoseok looks at you long and hard before lifting his flute to take a long drink.

“This is for you,” he says quietly, acknowledging the box out loud for the first time.

“What’s in it?”

“A human head,” Hoseok snorts, flinching when you reach over to pinch his leg. “Don’t be a pain. Just open it.”

Your eyes light with excitement as you smooth your hands over the lid and Hoseok can’t help but smile. But your excitement turns into confusion the moment you open the box and find the neat row of plain white envelopes inside.

“What is this?”

“Quit asking me questions,” Hoseok deadpans, pouring himself another drink. He tops off your glass, too. “And start at the front.”

You shake your head with a wry smile as you work the first envelope open, slipping your fingers in between the paper folds to fish out the contents inside. Hoseok sips his champagne as you produce the polaroid photo, head cocked to the side as you study it.

It was cold that day, he remembers that. You’d been bundled up in a pretty scarf and matching belted coat. In the photo, the mid-morning sun flares behind you, illuminating your profile as you squint up at a display of laminated menus.

“This is me,” you murmur, mouth quirking into a disbelieving smile, “At the coffee truck outside of work.”

“Yup.”

“We’d just started dating.”

“Yup.”

“How did you take this without me noticing?”

“Easy,” Hoseok laughs. “You stared at that menu for five minutes straight. I’ve never seen someone take coffee selection so seriously. Thought you were gonna order the most complicated drink in history.”

You roll your eyes but you laugh. So does he.

“Turn it over.”

You flip the polaroid over in your hands, eyes moving over the neat block handwriting on the back.

coolest girl i ever met

“This is the day I knew I liked you,” Hoseok murmurs, “Like, really liked you.”

Your eyes are a bit glassy when you look up at him now, the corner of your mouth tugging into a soft smile.

“You were that sure that fast, huh?” “Yeah,” he admits, scratching self-consciously at the back of his neck. “Yeah, I was.”

You move onto the next envelope, this time prepared when you pull out yet another polaroid picture. This one is harder to place, taken in the dark, mostly black but for a few splashes of vivid light.

“I don’t know this one,” you frown, ghosting your finger across one particularly colorful blur of red and gold. “I can’t make it out.”

You turn the polaroid over, looking once again for Hoseok’s neat block letters.

she’s into me

You laugh out loud.

“That was the lantern festival in Cheonggyecheon,” Hoseok explains. “I’d invited you, but you’d had plans, remember? And I was just going to get Yoongi to go with me but you called me last minute to say you’d decided to come.”

“I remember,” you say with a smile. “Yeri invited me to a movie, but I cancelled on her. I wanted to hang out with you instead.”

“Yeah, well that’s the night I knew you really liked me.”

“Cocky,” you smirk, reaching for another envelope. “But warranted.”

Your eyes light with recognition the moment you pull the next picture out. You’re crouched down at the edge of his mother’s koi pond, one finger making ripples on the surface of the water.

“First time we ever went to Gwangju together,” you muse quietly. “First time I met your parents.”

You flip the polaroid over.

pretty sure my mom loves her more than she loves me

“Okay, this might actually be true,” you tease, taking a sip of your champagne. “Your mom and dad love me.”

“Yeah, well that was the day I decided I loved you, too,” Hoseok chuckles. “The point where I kind of knew there was no turning back.”

You look up from the photograph then, eyes glassy with emotion when they find his. Candlelight flickering across your face as you look at him fondly.

“You still feel that way?”

“Hell yeah, I do,” he laughs, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Keep going.”

The next polaroid is a selfie of Hoseok in bed but it’s by no means sexual. There are dark circles under his eyes and his skin has a sallow tint. Next to his pillow, the bedside table is littered with cold medicine and empty cups.

“Is this when you had the flu?” you ask, flipping the polaroid over. The neat block lettering on the back confirms your theory.

she took care of me

“You were so pitiful,” you laugh, shaking your head at the memory. “Wrapped up in your blankets like a burrito. I swear, men have zero tolerance for discomfort.”

“I nearly died,” Hoseok protests dramatically. “But you dropped everything to come take care of me. That’s the day I knew you loved me, too.”

Your smile is brilliant now, open and sweet as you reach for the last remaining envelope. Hoseok takes another swig of champagne, slugging it down as you pull out the polaroid and study the image.

You are wearing your delicate sundress, leaned up against the wooden railing that separates the sand and rocks. Standing just next to your bike, nose in the air as you breathe in the salt carried on the wind.

“This is today,” you murmur, brows knitting together when you flip the picture over and find the back side blank. “And you haven’t written anything here.”

“Yeah, well,” Hoseok starts and stops, clearing his throat. “I haven’t had a chance to write it in yet.”

“Oh.”

“That’s the day I asked you to marry me.”

“Oh.”

You blink. Once, then again. Hoseok can hear the shaky breath you take in when your mouth parts in surprise. He sets his champagne flute down, sufficiently bolstered by the booze.

“So that’s what I’m doing right now. I’m asking you to marry me.”

You’re still mute with shock, eyes wide as they go from Hoseok to the picture and back to Hoseok again.

“But uh, the longer you don’t say anything, the less confident I feel about this entire plan,” he chuckles awkwardly.

You take him off balance when you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your thighs around his waist. He keeps you both from toppling over with a palm flat to the floor, laughing as you pepper his face with kisses.

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes,” you sigh, pressing your lips to his temple, his neck, his jaw. “Yes. To you and to these amazing pictures and to this beach house. Yes to all of it.”

You pull away from him to grab the champagne, eyes flashing mischievously as you take a drink straight from the bottle. “Yes to champagne, too.”

Hoseok feigns shock. “Naughty.”

You kiss him deeply then, thoroughly, enough for him to feel the remnants of the carbonation on your tongue. You tease him with a barely there roll of your hips and his cock responds instantaneously, at the mercy of the warm friction he can feel straight through the thin material of his board shorts.

“You know what I’m thinking?” you murmur against his mouth.

“I think I’ve got a pretty good idea, yeah,” Hoseok chuckles, sucking a breath between his teeth when you bite the skin just below his ear.

“We have a lot to celebrate, right?” you reason, tone light. “But we came here for a housewarming.”

You lean back just far enough to pull your sundress over your head, tossing it carelessly aside, leaving you in nothing but those pretty white panties he loves so much.

“So we should warm it.”

Hoseok grins, pulling the champagne bottle out of your grip. He turns it up just like you did, finishing what’s left before setting it back down.

“I like the way you think.”

The only bedroom in this house is buried beneath a two-inch thick layer of sawdust right now.

Not that making it to a bedroom seems high on your list of priorities.

The fact that you’re both sitting on top of a drop cloth on Hoseok’s living room floor isn’t stopping you from threading your fingers into his hair, slipping your tongue into his mouth, grinding against his lap.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” you laugh, pressing your bare breasts to his chest once he’s managed to untangle himself from your limbs long enough to shrug out of his shirt. Your pebbled nipples drag across the lithe planes of his chest and his cock jumps in his shorts.

“Clever.”

“That’s me,” Hoseok murmurs against your lips, deft fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton between your thighs. He slides the pad of one long finger across your wet slit and you gasp, rocking against it.

“Gotta get you out of these panties,” he laments, pulling one nipple into his mouth and working it with his teeth. You shudder in his hold. “Quick.”

“What are you in such a hurry for?” you tease, circling your hips to chase the perfect pressure of his fingertips. “We have all night.”

“We have about three more minutes if you keep grinding on me like this,” Hoseok laughs, shifting your bodies to lean you back onto the floor. “So give me a break because I want to enjoy this.”

You lie back for him dutifully, dark hair spilling onto the drop cloth around you, skin gleaming in the candlelight. Your gold pendant twinkles at the base of your neck.

God, he loves the way you look like this.

Flushed with excitement and anticipation. Like a feast laid out just for him. He rids himself of those pesky board shorts as fast as he can, leaning over you on hands and knees.

“You’re gonna marry me,” he muses, burying his face into the soft skin under your jaw. “You already said yes, can’t take it back now.”

Your laughter is echoing in his ears as he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your neck, across the bronzed planes of your shoulder. He can taste the day on your skin; the ocean salt and sunscreen mixed with that flavor that’s so uniquely you.

“I don’t want to take it back,” you sigh, whimpering when Hoseok kisses a path down the velvety skin between your breasts. He travels lower, kissing just below your bellybutton as he starts working your panties off with one hand. “I’m gonna keep you.”

Hoseok chuckles as he tosses your panties away, off to somewhere unimportant. What’s important is the way you take a deep breath and hold it when his mouth hovers coyly over your cunt.

“Look at me,” he directs, peering up at you from beneath heavy eyelids. You open your eyes to meet his gaze, candlelight dancing over your pretty face.

“I love you,” he breathes, lowering his mouth to make contact with your clit. The air leaves your lungs in that moment, a soft exhalation of air that makes the hairs on the nape of his neck stand on end.

“I love you too,” you sigh, hips jerking at the contact, fingers digging hard into his hair. “So much.”

He knows you by now, knows how you like to be touched. Your rhythmic panting goes a bit ragged, when he slides two fingers into your cunt, crooking up to stroke you the way you like while his mouth works your clit.

God, he loves this part.

The part where you lose any semblance of control. The desperate sounds you make when you start to come apart beneath his mouth and hands.

“Hoseok -- “ your voice is strangled when you call out, “ -- Hobi, I’m gonna come.”

Something about the way you say his name goes straight to his dick. He grits his teeth when your nails dig almost painfully into his scalp as you start to tremble, shuddering against his mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” he soothes, pinning your hips down with his strong hands, keeping you from pulling away from the pleasure that borders on pain. “That’s it. Sound so good when you come for me.”

Hoseok stays face first in your cunt, nose and tongue pressed against you, until he’s certain the last wave has come and gone. Between his own legs, his cock pulses painfully, leaking pre-come at the thought of finally being inside of you.

Your body twitches with the aftershocks of your release as he slowly kisses his way up your thighs, your mound, your stomach.

“How was that?” he asks with a teasing tilt to his mouth, stealing your ability to answer when he kisses you deeply, fitting his slim hips between your legs. He reaches down to grab his stiff cock, sliding it across your slick entrance. You clamp your thighs together to tighten the drag and he groans at the friction.

“Amazing,” you sigh, dragging your nails over his ass, up the lean muscles of his back. “Perfect. You should let me return the favor.”

His dick practically jumps at the suggestion, stomach contracting hard at the prospect of feeling your pretty mouth wrapped around it. But Hoseok is too worked up, too riled up by the alcohol and the excitement.

“Can’t tonight,” he pants, arousal shooting up his spine when you wrap one hand around his now-wet cock. You pump him lazily, trailing soft bites from his jaw to his shoulder. “Need to be inside of you.”

“Yeah, I’m ready for that too,” you admit, guiding the blunt head of his cock to your entrance.

He surges forward then, pushing past the tight grip of your fingers, groaning as he’s enveloped completely by your warm cunt. You whimper at the stretch, locking your legs around him, gasping when he bottoms out.

He pulls back to the tip only to drive in again, earning another strangled moan. You’re squirming beneath him, breathless and dewy, looking like some kind of wet dream.

“I’ll never get over how good it feels to be inside of you,” Hoseok admits, burying himself as deep as he humanly can into you.

You’re so wet he can feel you spilling out onto the base of his dick and for one fleeting moment he wishes you knew how good this feels for him. How wet and hot and tight you feel around him. How being inside of you like this makes his brain go haywire, reduces him to only instinct and need.

You lift your hips to meet each snap of his, the wet sound of your joining echoing off the walls in this mostly empty house.

He hears you moaning his name in between the other sounds you make, in between the panting and mewling that makes his balls tighten. You grip his forearms as he grinds against you, kissing you in between desperate breaths.

“I think I’m gonna come again,” you gasp against his mouth. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, fuck,” Hoseok groans, pulling back to get to his knees. He hooks one of your legs over the crook of one strong forearm, using his one free hand to press a thumb to your clit. His rhythm falters as he watches himself slide in and out of you, hypnotized by the sight of his body joined to yours.

You lift your ass off the floor, back arching as you chase the pressure of his fingers. Hoseok strokes you desperately, feeling his orgasm looming menacingly at the base of his cock. It takes just a few more strained pumps of his hips to set you off.

The second he feels you clamp down around him, Hoseok folds back over you, arms braced on either side of you as he thrusts through his own orgasm. He shuts his eyes and groans as he empties his cock inside of you, thrusting until he can’t anymore.

He collapses onto you, heart racing as he tries to catch his breath.

“Don’t leave me,” you groan when Hoseok peels his damp skin away from yours to get to his feet.

He strides across the room, completely nude, grinning when you turn onto your side and go up on one elbow to ogle him.

“Just for a second,” he calls out, pulling out every unorganized drawer in the kitchen until he finally comes across a pen. “Gotta finish something.”

He makes a show of holding it in the air as he walks back into the living room, opening the gold-flecked box, and pulling out the last unmarked polaroid photo.

You’re smiling the entire time you watch him pen the last caption on the last photograph.

she said yes

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cheer up, buttercup!

order #001: large banana milk tea with pudding and grass jelly for Cha Eunwoo, requested by my lovely @daybreakx !

-> enemies to lovers! & college!Cha Eunwoo x (gn) reader

-> warnings: some angst and food mentions! also drinking/alcohol mentions and everyone is really mean to the reader >:0

-> where Eunwoo is the president of your department and you're the vice president. you work your hardest but always end up second to him.

[a/n]: i'm sorry for the CHAOS that this is and i feel like there is minimal (?) fluff but i hope you enjoYY THIS WAS FUN

You and Eunwoo had major beef. There wasn't even an event that started it all, but Eunwoo treated you with such disrespect from the start. And of course, anyone who disrespected you was on your list of... well, the closest thing to a list of enemies.

The first time you met him was in freshman year at the orientation before classes began. There was a basketball game going on and Eunwoo was playing. You watched from the sidelines in the shade, cheering him on at first because he was playing on behalf of your department.

Then, the ball flew in your direction. Eunwoo had tried to get the ball back for his team, but ended up accidentally throwing it towards you.

Luckily, it fell somewhere to your left, but it gave you such a fright that you stood up and started panting.

A few of the people who were playing rushed over to make sure you were okay, but Eunwoo didn't even throw a look your way.

"You, from our department? Just throw the ball back!" was all he said to you.

It made your blood boil.

Eunwoo was known for being a little blunt anyway, but he definitely went out of his way to grind your gears.

"Where is the president?" the social convenor asked.

You sighed, checking the time and noticing that Eunwoo was fifteen minutes late.

"If I knew where he was... If only I knew," you mumbled.

"Why is Eunwoo even the president, anyway?" another member of the student council asked.

"Because he's hot and cool and everyone likes him!" a girl squealed. You couldn't even remember what her position in the student council was, but judging by her comment, you realized that she must be here just for Eunwoo.

"He's absolutely dumb, does nothing all day yet somehow gets A's! Of course, why wouldn't he be the president?" your tone was dripping with sarcasm and your anger was almost about to overflow.

Until that man walked into the meeting room, at last.

"I'm dumb and do nothing all day? Why, thank you. I'm here, now," Eunwoo declared, strolling towards his seat. He had his black leather jacket slung over a shoulder.

God, I hate my life, you thought to yourself.

"That's what [y/n], said, but I don't think that way!" the girl who squealed earlier spoke.

"Thanks, Stacy."

Eunwoo only flashed her a quick smile before he sat back in his seat.

"So, what are we doing?"

"What do you mean, 'what are we doing'? We have an open house tomorrow and tons of high school students will be checking on our department! You're the president, you were supposed to-"

Eunwoo hushes you by raising up his hand from where it was resting on his thigh.

"It's all good, I've got it sorted."

He slammed down a notebook onto the table.

"I've taken notes on how open houses have been previously organized and have put them all in this book. I highlighted the events that seemed like they had a lot of potential, so look through those and decide on something, alright? I'll be off," Eunwoo explained, standing up.

"Where are you going?" you almost spat out at Eunwoo. He walks in here, makes a fool out of you and then decides to leave?

"To go 'be dumb and do nothing all day'. Isn't that what you said I do?"

He glared at you slightly before leaving the room.

"[y/n], you made Nunu so angry! Nunu, don't be mad, come back!" Stacy screamed, chasing after him.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

"This idiot really thought I wouldn't know about the past open houses..."

You slam down the notebook that you had also brought.

"Damn... so he really just provided us some useless info and left?" the social convenor asks, shaking their head.

"Yeah, pretty much," you say.

So how did you and Eunwoo end up as vice president and president, anyway? Well, these positions were given to the students with the highest grades. Eunwoo had the highest, so he was given the title of president. You were trailing close behind, and were given the title of vice president.

You always told yourself that you should have been the president, and rightfully so! Eunwoo never did anything but play games on his phone, anyway.

When the open house event finally rolled around, you and Eunwoo were supposed to give a speech in a lecture hall to get the day started. It was mostly to welcome the high school students and lift the spirits of everyone there, not too big of a deal!

But still, big enough of a deal that Eunwoo should have shown up.

He didn't. And you were anything but surprised.

Forced to deliver your speech and somehow improvise along the way to make up for Eunwoo's missing presence, you were shocked to find that the audience started clapping right as you finished. It felt as though your hard work had paid off, and you stepped back, smiling at everyone in the crowd.

Until Eunwoo walked up to the mic, flashing a smile of his own and greeting everyone.

Yep, they had all been clapping for him, not for you.

Eunwoo turned and looked at you, mouthing, "did you prepare my script?"

"You were supposed to do that! Do I look like your secretary?"

Eunwoo scowled at you and turned to everyone who was seated. He ended up repeating a bunch of the same things that you had said and received an enthusiastic applause. You sighed from behind the curtains, wondering why Eunwoo always got the credit for all your hard work. It was probably his looks, but still.

Throughout the day, you walked around campus and ensured that everything was running smoothly. Eunwoo was supposed to be doing the same, you hoped, and you asked him this when you ran into him outside of the campus student centre.

"Have you been walking around like you were supposed to?"

"I'll deal with my business on my own," he said, almost scoffing at you. He was standing there scrolling through his phone.

"This isn't 'your business'? We're literally supposed to be working together!"

"Stop nagging me, [y/n]. I don't like it when you do that," he grumbled.

"Yeah, well I don't like you!" you yelled, storming away from him. You felt... very embarrassed. What kind of comeback was that? It sounded like something a child would say... oh, well.

You saw your friend handing out some goodies at a table outside and approached them.

"How's it going, vice president?" they asked you, handing you a snack.

"Terrible," you groaned, opening it and eating some.

"Why, what's up?"

"Cha Eunwoo is being a pain in the butt, as always," you sighed.

"You might want to watch what you say," your friend mumbled, pointing behind you.

You turned around a little too late as the snack in your hands was whisked away by Cha Eunwoo himself.

"You're the only pain in the butt here, [y/n]," he said, eating your snacks.

"What are you doing here?! You should be on the other side of campus!" you yelled.

"And you shouldn't be here, either," Eunwoo said with a glare.

"Can y'all go argue somewhere else? You're scaring the highschoolers away," your friend complained, nodding in the direction of some highschoolers who were hesitant to approach the snack stand because you and Eunwoo were arguing.

"Go attend to your duties, [y/n]," Eunwoo huffed, walking away from you.

You angrily stomped the ground, walking away and feeling a little embarrassed because you could feel the high schoolers watching you.

"[y/n], why won't you learn from Eunwoo a bit? I understand that he's the president and you're only the vice, but you could have at least prepared what we needed you to prepare!" the director of your department told you, shaking her head at you.

You tried to contain yourself and looked down as you rolled your eyes. The only reason Eunwoo was more prepared than you were today was because he had stolen what you prepared and claimed it was his instead.

"I understand, I'm sorry."

"You're at risk of getting your position taken away, [y/n]! This is a warning."

After leaving the director's office, you were met wih a grinning Eunwoo who was sat on the couches in the lobby.

"What are you looking at?" you asked him.

"Thanks for these papers, [y/n]," he said, holding up your hard work.

"I didn't even give them to you. You took them from me, but okay," you said, leaving him there.

You walked to a coffee shop that was on the same floor to get something to refresh yourself. Since it was so early in the morning on a weekend, the building was fairly quiet and empty. It wasn't hard to overhear a conversation.

"Eunwoo, I think [y/n] has not been taking their vice president duties seriously these days. Do you think we should find someone else?"

The director's voice.

"Do the other members of student council agree?"

Eunwoo's voice.

"I haven't spoken to them-"

"Then [y/n] remains as vice. I haven't seen any sort of slacking or a lack of seriousness from them, and I don't think anyone else is fit for the role."

Did Eunwoo just... compliment and defend you?

You turned around with your drink in hand to find that it was indeed Eunwoo talking with your director. Then, you quickly scurried away to avoid being seen by them, feeling very confused.

"Cheers!" everyone shouted around the table, clinking their glasses together before downing their contents. After a successful open house, everyone had gathered at a bar to celebrate. You squirmed in your spot beside Eunwoo, feeling uncomfortable. He rolled his eyes at you and shifted even closer to you, leaving you with less room to sit than before.

"Is that better?" he asked, smirking at you.

You frowned, pressing your foot on top of his clearly new shoes.

"Is that better?" you asked him.

"Why are you guys so close? Are you about to kiss or something?" one of the student council members asked.

"No! Ew-"

"And what if we did?" Eunwoo asked, glaring at the member.

What the hell?

The member looked down at their drink, unsure of what to say. The atmosphere grew awkwardly quiet until someone asked if everyone wanted more drinks, to which there were murmurs of agreement.

"Hey, [y/n], I overheard the director talking with you in her office today. Did she really threaten to kick you out as vice president?" the student council member next to you asked.

You laughed awkwardly, already feeling uncomfortable.

"Yeah... I'm working hard, though! So I'm sure it won't happen."

"Are you sure? You weren't able to prepare what the director asked you to, and there's been countless times where Eunwoo has always had to do things for you..."

You were in such shock. Everyone in student council knew that Eunwoo just acted like he was on top of everything, meanwhile you were doing all the work. Even for his grades, he never studied but was at the top because of all the people who handed him study notes and past tests to get his attention. You worked so hard...

"... I get that you're the vice president, but shouldn't you be trying a little harder? Hey... [y/n]? Are you crying?"

You couldn't help it... it had all been building up until now. You didn't even realize you were crying, though, until this guy pointed it out to you. His hand on your shoulder felt like it was suffocating you...

"What the hell have you been on about, you idiot?" Eunwoo growled from your right. You turned to him and he was glaring at the boy who had been talking to you.

"I-"

"Don't even talk. There's nothing but garbage coming out of your mouth. Come on, [y/n], let's go," Eunwoo said, grabbing your hand and guiding you out of there.

You were extremely confused, but more than anything, you were just sad. So you didn't stop Eunwoo when he led you outside of the bar.

"Is everything okay? Take some deep breaths." Eunwoo was staring right into your eyes as he spoke to you, reaching out his thumb to gently wipe your tears away.

"What's... going on?"

"That idiot was saying some useless garbage so I brought you out here. I can leave if you want to be alone-"

"No! No, please don't go," you begged, holding on tightly to his sleeve. You couldn't help it, you completely broke down and found yourself sobbing into his chest. What was weirder was that Eunwoo had his arms wrapped around you and was rubbing your back...

After you calmed done, Eunwoo insisted that he walk you back to your dorm.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" you asked him, sniffling quietly.

He threw his hands in his pockets and stared at the ground.

"I don't like it when people are mean to you, [y/n]," he said quietly.

"But you're mean to me all the time!" you pointed out.

"You're the one who started being mean to me!" Eunwoo whined.

You stopped walking.

"I started being mean to you? Eunwoo, you know you're the one who threw a basketball at me that day and never apologized, right?"

Eunwoo stared at the dark sky for a moment as he tried to remember what you were talking about. Then his eyes widened and he looked at you.

"Oh... I swear, there's an explanation-"

"There better be!"

"This is going to sound dumb but... I felt too shy to look at you... which is why I avoided you like that."

What? Eunwoo, the most cocky and arrogant president you know, was shy?

"Why in the world were you shy, Eunwoo?"

It wasn't just the slight breeze in the air that was turning his cheeks red, now. He was about to tell you something important.

"Ever since the first day at the orientation week... I thought you were really... attractive. And then, learning about you through all the icebreakers just made things worse. I don't really know how to handle my feelings, so maybe that's why I came across as so rude."

There was silence as you processed everything and starting walking to your dorm again.

"Eunwoo... if you had just cleared this all up a little sooner, we wouldn't have been like cats and dogs," you said, laughing nervously and touching the back of your neck.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Do you still... like me?" you asked him quietly.

Eunwoo paused before answering. "I don't think I could ever just stop liking you."

Both of you giggled at his cheesy words. You felt like you were on another planet. The boy you'd hated so much turned out to have a crush on you?

"You don't need to tell me how you feel anytime soon. I know there's been a lot of misunderstandings... so let's just clear those up first?" Eunwoo cocked his head to one side.

"If you get to my dorm faster than me, I'll consider it!" you yelled before running in the direction of your residence building.

"I don't even know where you live!" Eunwoo yelled after you, following you along.

"What kind of president are you? You don't even know where your vice president lives?" you yelled back, sticking your tongue out at him.

Suddenly, Eunwoo caught up to you and started racing ahead. Of course he knew where you lived. He liked you.

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piceuscelus · 2 years ago

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A/B/O with cnc, feminization, AND incest kink with Lambert, Eskel, and Geralt, go wild.

to absolutely no one's surprise, this one got long.

even though it took me two motherfucking goddamn years to make it GO, good fucking lord.

so, uh. here it is on ao3 with tags and warnings (read the AN y'all) etc, and snip below :D

cw drugs/intox, a/b/o, CNC

It isn’t unto Lambert’s finished his glass of Gull, and his fingers are suddenly going tingly, that he realizes what’s happened.

Almost at the exact same moment he realizes it, though, as he sucks in a breath to protest, Geralt is at his side, rough fingers at his throat, murmuring, “Shh. Shh, little omega.” Eskel follows near immediately after, large palms landing on Lambert’s chest and nape, and as if they’re speaking as one, he continues, “Shhh, it’s alright.”

He fights the urge to squirm, swallowing back the needy noise that nearly escapes his throat, and firmly fixes his expression into a frown before growling – or at least, trying to growl; the sound he makes is thin and too breathy to really be called that. The tingling is slowly getting worse, as each second ticks by, even with his slow heart rate impeding the drug’s spread; it’s not a paralytic, it’s barely even a sedative, but all the same it’s making it harder to move, less as if he can’t and more like the whole process from thinking to moving is too long, and too much effort to make. He sucks in another breath, and the scent of alpha surrounding him hits like a punch.

“I know,” Eskel murmurs, thumbs rasping over Lambert’s chest and under his ear in a soothing motion. For a split second he forgets himself and leans into it, just a fraction, breathing in deep, and then he remembers the game and goes rigid once more. He thinks he catches Geralt’s huffed breath of a laugh about it. “I know, little one,” Eskel continues, and then his hands are shifting, sliding to Lambert’s waist and gripping to pull him out of his chair. “I know, little omega, you hate that we have to do this.”

Geralt hums an agreement. “But it’s for your own good,” he reminds, voice gentle but undeniably firm, and Lambert’s heart thuds hard, once, and then speeds up, just slightly. It worsens the tingling feeling, moving from his limbs and in to his center.

He whines, struggling weakly against Eskel’s hold, and Geralt’s hands join again, then, curling tight around his elbows to hold him still. Between the two of them, they start walking toward the bedrooms, moving as one with Lambert pinned like a bug between them.

He ignores the way his cock is throbbing, and tries to struggle again, lifting his feet and kicking toward Eskel, then Geralt. Both of them dodge smoothly, tutting in disappointment.

“It’s for your health, little omega,” Geralt murmurs, and Eskel nods with an approving sound, clearly in agreement. They reach one of the bedrooms, and despite his continued kicking, take him through the door as if he’s not struggling at all.

Lambert manages to cover his sharp breath at the casual, easy manhandling with a grunt. “‘S not for my health,” he argues, voice a little shaky, “It’s not necessary, I don’t need – ”

And Eskel shoves a wooden gag between his teeth, cutting off any further protest. Geralt’s hands leave his arms to secure it behind his head, but he doesn’t have any chance to do anything with that freedom before Eskel is moving him around, pulling off his shirt and tossing it away just for Geralt to start on his pants.

He grunts, already starting to drool past the gag, and presses at Geralt’s shoulders, trying to wriggle away. All he succeeds in doing is helping the alpha get him out of his pants even faster, and Eskel grabs his wrists before he can even twitch toward grabbing his own braies. He whines.

“Hush,” Geralt says, a little harsher than before but still fairly gentle. Lambert swallows, once again trying to ignore how he’s throbbing, and makes a harsh, protesting noise in response, just for Eskel to squeeze his wrists to the point of paint and make him yelp.

“Be good, omega,” Eskel tells him. “We don’t want to make this any harder on you than it already is.”

Which is a cue, Lambert recognizes, though with the drug starting to go to his head it takes a beat for it to process. He’s being given a choice, for all that the idea – the game – is that he’s not.

He swallows and makes a choice, yanking hard with his arms, trying to twist away from the two of them. He just catches Eskel’s smothered laugh, and the flash of Geralt’s grin in the corner of his eye, before suddenly he’s being wrenched around, his braies somehow getting left on the floor as he goes. He ends up facing Eskel, and one of those large hands moves from his wrist to his jaw, fingers digging into his cheeks in a way that makes his mouth open, wider, just a little, and even more drool spills from behind the gag.

“Geralt,” Eskel says, and he doesn’t elaborate, but Lambert can hear the other alpha step away and a door creak open before clicking shut again, and then he’s back, presence large at Lambert’s back. The whole time, Eskel doesn’t take his eyes away from Lambert’s, and Lambert trembles but looks back, as defiant as he can manage to be when his belly is full of heat.

He doesn’t miss the flash of a smirk that earns him, but it is just a flash, and Eskel’s expression is a stony sort of pitying, then.

“If you would just let us, omega,” he says, almost sadly, and Lambert swallows shallowly. “We just want to take care of you.”

#celus writes #dead dove #dead dove: do not eat #celus drugs/intoxication cw #celus a/b/o cw #celus consensual non consent cw #celus feminization cw #celus incest cw #celus pseudo incest cw

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janiedean · 4 years ago

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I feel bad for all the nice J*nsa shippers who like their ship for whatever reasons (tropes, pretty art, aesthetic appeal, whatever) and know it's not canon but get associated with the misogynistic Dany hating crowd who act like Jon being attracted to Ygritte is J*nsa foreshadowing because red hair (I guess Jon should fuck Edmure Tully too? Omg give me Dark!Jon getting revenge on Catelyn by seducing her brother!) Tell me something. I'm new to the fandom but was J*nsa popular before the show? And I've heard something about the OG J*nsa shippers being alienated by the new shippers who insisted it had to be canon and acted like the series is called, "A song of J*nsa #danysux." I don't find that hard to believe because I know people who are now ashamed of calling themselves J*nsa shippers. Like, at this point, it's not only rival shippers who hate it. Even Gendrya/Braime/Jon stans/etc have started disliking that ship. You know your fandom is a problem when people who have nothing to do with Jnsa have a problem with it.

me: reads this ask

me: iwastheregandalf.gif which I can't find now but

okay anon buckle up because I am sadly well-equipped to answer this ask but before I do lemme tell you dark jon seducing edmure to take revenge on cat is LITERALLY THE BEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD but *clears throat* ALL RIGHT THEN.

disclaimer: as anon says I have no issue with like the shippers mentioned by anon in the beginning and ngl I agree, I have ABSOLUTELY ZERO FUCKING STAKES in the j*nsa vs j*nerys war and the only het jon ship I gaf about is jon/ygritte and we all know where that ended up I just... have been here since 2011/adwd was over and all the fic around was just for the books under secret lj communities and asoiaf qualified for yuletide and I have... seen... things.... and I actually have like uh had... beef... with some people in there and I know things bc ppl who hated those others told me stuff so anyway *sigh* buckle up anon I'mma tell you the story of jon shipwars through the years

in order, the old gods help me here, under the cut bc this is long as fuck

when I got into fandom also given what numbers were on ao3 one ship was popular and it was sansan. no like sansan was lit. the only asoiaf ship on ao3 with more than 200 fics. jb had twenty when i checked first. jc had like around 100-ish because of the show but sansan dwarfed anything. I posted the first jon/ygritte fic on the ao3 tag and the fourth throbb fic and like the others were all reposts from lj kinkmemes. nothing was popular before the show except for sansan when it comes to huge numbers bc grrm doesn't like fic and it was all hush hush until the show made it impossible to control and that ship was the one with a huge enough fanbase it actually had numbers, so like... j*nsa wasn't popular in the way nothing else was popular until it got screentime on the show

now, that stated, j*nsa had a... fair amount of fic for a rareship which was mostly book-based and from og shippers that were there from before the show and liked it for what it was but literally none of them thought it was gonna be canon, like it wasn't huge or anything but it had a small but dedicated fanbase who did their own thing and thought it was fun/liked the idea but that was it

that fandom had their own niche of hcs that they cultivated and shit except that like... at the end of S5/beginning of S6 there was a surge in shipping for... well obvious reasons bc it was obv sansa was getting to the wall and that would have been all nice and good but a) it was the time puritanical shipping was starting to take root and the 'shipping sansa with sandor or tyrion is hella problematic' rhetoric had started to circle coming from sans*ery shippers mostly but I'mma not open that fucking can of worms here, b) while the ending of S5 had more of a theon/sansa spike, the j*nsa stuff started getting big

now here we have to mention my villain origin story ie: j*nsa fandom had this one stan whose name I won't make because honestly it's been years and if she's still around I don't want her to remember I exist who was a bnf, wrote for... the website that created the whole larry/carol thing etc who was really fixed on this thing that j*nsa was actually canon and started writing extremely popular meta about it. now you're gonna ask how do you know, I know because this person once wrote a meta named 'why robb stark is a dick' and I told her that it was really fucking bad meta and she took it so badly she kept on trash talking me on her blog/her podcast (I was apparently the insane robb stark fangirl l m a o good lord) and like that was when some sane ppl who argued with her informed me in pvt that she was basically harping on the CANON thing when they'd have been okay with like... it being crackshipping and that she was basically cultivating a hoarde of followers who were harping on them/the ogs and basically ostracizing them;

I would like to add that this person - before her tumblr got 'accidentally deleted' and remade it therefore deleted most receipts for, er, her so-called meta which included stuff like ned and cat raised sansa as a sexual object and only wanted to sell her like cattle - had at some point started a round robin fic thing where... some of the characters mocked openly said stuff that some of the og fans had said specifically targeting them and people in that side basically went harassing anyone who didn't agree with that specific notion

now never mind that this person basically coined an entire term to describe ppl who liked white guys and excused all their wrongdoings out of my conversation re robb basically lying about everything I said as if I didn't have the receipts and tried to sell shirts with it and it didn't work and like then she got kicked out of her own website because she was telling her commenters disagreeing pretty shitty insults (considering I was called psychotic for disagreeing with her that time I don't doubt it) I think at some point she stepped back from fandom bc idk wtf she's up to these days and I don't want to, but basically at that point the dam was broken and there was a bunch of puritanical shippers harping on anyone who didn't agree with j*nsa is canon endgame stuff

this also includes an incident when those ppl were like... passing themselves as throbb shippers and ended up trying to tell t*hramsay shippers off the theon tag based on moral reasons and I ended up arguing with all of them (and they were all from that crowd) which in turn landed me in contact with other og j*nsa shippers who were like detached from that fandom bc those same people harassed them away as well ssooooo fun

anyway when S6 happened everyone was high on it and whatnot but I wasn't gonna begrudge them that I mean... you shipped it for years, canon is delivering you, good for you, but then j*nerys happened

god j*nerys happened

aaand basically...... I mean personally I was there like are y'all seriously arguing about the best incest jon ship out there but like basically the j*nsa endgame side was like AH JON IS PLAYING DANY SEE IF IT DOESN'T HAPPEN, the j*nerys obv got defensive af and both sides were sort of alternatively shitting on jon/ygritte anyway and depicting any other romantic rship jon could have as abusive™ and during S8 it just got worse and like I tried to stay out of it but basically from what I'm seeing now idk how the j*neryses are doing but on the j*nsa one it's ah jon's gonna play dany anyway and she's going to go insane like in the show so SHOW TRUTHING EVERY OTHER WAY and like again denying that sandor exists or that tyrion exists and like I barely touch my corner (sansan) but I ended up arguing with j*nsa/th*nsa people on twitter who were antis and is2g it was white-hair inducing and I know for sure the sansa/tyrion shippers were harassed to hell and back throughout so FUN

and even if the show didn't go there now since everyone there banked on the jnsa endgame thing and admitting you're wrong is like... not a thing, they still haven't let go of it and attach to that ship any shred of evidence which honestly is grasping at straws half of the time (like... the sansa/alysanne parallels like guys please no) and which is why every other ship is starting to get fed up, attaching canon proof of stuff from other ships onto theirs see that batb argument and jb is platonic but jonsa is not nvm taking all the sansan stuff and throwing it on j*nsa but then denying that sansan has canon evidence (like guys I had to read sansa touching his shoulder when saying gregor wasn't a true knight wasn't meaningful and we were seeing things please) and blah blah blah

this also goes hand in hand with the fixation on like... villanizing dany at all costs and like is2g I have zero investment in dany or her storyline I don't even remember it and I don't particularly care abt her either way and sure af I'm not for j*nerys endgame but like.... some stuff I read is completely excessive esp when fixing on how she's a completely mad tyrant who's gonna have to be put down and like... guys no

(also there's some srs stannis hate in that corner which I honestly don't get why they even care abt stannis but I had to read stuff like ppl don't recognize that dany and stannis are the real villains in this saga and like........ idek)

I think most of the og shippers are gone or don't ship it openly bc they don't want to be attached to the drama but like I also think they're pissing off everyone else bc like... I mean a bunch of them also were down with sansa being paired with other ppl as long as it meant a good ending for her except those ppl were... like everyone but the ppl she has actual contact with in canon which meant that at some point sansa/gendry was a thing and like.... you can imagine why arya/gendry shippers & arya stans were fed up, and there's also this tendency to behave like sansa is the center of the entire saga which like these books is named a song of jon snow basically can we pls make peace with it and personally I've had it with both j*nsa and j*nerys people since they started with that dumbass JON/YGRITTE WAS AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP rhetoric but I'm also fed up with the total ignoring that sandor exists/depicting us as delusional and honestly I also was by proxy fed up from the harassing of the sansa/tyrion shippers soooooooooooo

there were also instances of 'well theon is an acceptable choice other than jon bc he can't threaten her' which... i mean we all know what that meant and I'm not even commenting it bc it's one AM and I have no force to but I don't have to explain why it's not a progressive take now do I

there were also metas about how cousin incest being legal in half of the world means that jondany is a worse incest and j*nsa doesn't count as such and I was basically there like guys please just fucking own up to it but honestly I chose to forgot where I read that and I couldn't find the link if I tried

tldr: no one wants to admit that it's not gonna be endgame which considering the amount of fic they have on ao3 is imvho useless bc they have more content than like.. anything I ship that's not jb or that's actually like canon *cries in joncon/rhaegar but I mean renly/loras is canon and has less fic than them* so idk what's the problem with enjoying that instead of insisting it's gonna be canon when not even the show validated it while show truthing anyway when the only show truthing that can be truthed is the small council made of minorities and possibly jon eventually fucking off with the wildlings but not like that but like most people who thought it wasn't gonna be endgame had left/were made to leave by the time S7 rolled by and at this point since wow isn't out yet everyone is fandom-grasping at straws to find stuff to discourse on and we're here beating dead horses *shrug*

so that's... how it is but I would again like to point out that I don't judge ppl on their shipping, I don't particularly care about this entire feud bc I only ship jon with ppl he's not related to in whichever way and I try to stay out of this mess bc I don't really care to argue with ppl who have already decided to bend canon to whatever they want and will have to realize that it's not what grrm wrote at some point but like I have a very good memory and the above rant is as objective as possible also bc again I don't literally have a stake in that race I just think romantic/endgame j*nsa is not a thing and that ppl should stay in their lane and not harping on other ppl who ship whatever in general but especially when their ship is the most popular thing in fandom in the first place /two cents

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #anonymous #ask post #anti-jonsa #anti jonsa #anti-jonerys #anti jonerys #both of them for equality

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gaylotusthatexists · 5 years ago

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come little children

pairing: parental anxceit and dukeceit, some moceit at the end (could be read as romantic if you want)

summary: Janus tries to get his kids to go to sleep by singing them a lullaby.

trigger warnings: sympathetic janus and remus, this is pure fluff honestly not much to warn against

word count: 1623

a/n: yo, so janus' playlist was dropped yesterday and listening to the song 'come little children' made me want to write a fic with janus singing a lullaby to kid!dark sides so here we are. i haven't written this much fluff in ages this was so much fun for me. i hope y'all enjoy :)

ao3

"Alright, bed time," Janus announced, leaning on the doorway to the playroom with his arms folded.

Remus - the younger child, at five years old - groaned. Virgil, seven years old, didn't seem too pleased, either. They had both already got their pyjamas on and had a wash, as they always did a little while after dinner, but Janus had allowed them to play a little longer whilst he got some work done.

"You know if you don't go to sleep now you'll be grumpy in the morning," Janus said, crouching down so he was at the same level as the children.

"It's not even that late!" Virgil argued, although Janus couldn't help but notice his little yawn afterwards.

"The moon is already high," Janus said.

"How come the moon gets to decide when we go to sleep?" Remus asked.

Janus tried his best not to laugh. "The moon is very important, you know. We all have to go to sleep so that she can work her nighttime magic, keeping the oceans moving and letting the sun rest."

Virgil's eyes lit up. "Can we watch her do her magic?"

Janus chuckled. "No, Virgil, that would ruin the magic."

"Oh." He shuffled from side to side. "So should we sleep?"

"Yes." Janus scooped up Remus with one arm and took Virgil's hand, leading them out of the playroom. The room was a mess, after the two of them had been playing in it all day, asides from a few breaks for snacks and meals - toys were strewn all over the floor, and Janus could have sworn he saw some crayon on the walls. Oh well, he could clean that up tomorrow when the boys were at school. Janus stumbled to the side a little as Remus nuzzled into his neck, throwing him off his balance, before composing himself and taking the children upstairs.

Once he reached their bedroom door, Janus let go of Virgil's hand and opened it, switching on the light as Virgil ran inside and climbed into bed. Smiling a little, Janus followed and lowered Remus into his own bed, tucking him in before turning around and doing the same for Virgil. He reached up towards the window to close the curtains, but stopped just before his fingers touched the fabric, as he heard his older son speak.

"Can you leave it open?" Virgil requested, sitting back up in his bed.

Janus hummed. "If Remus is alright with that. And if you promise not to wake me up as soon as the sun rises."

"I promise," Virgil said.

"Alright. Remus?"

Remus nodded. "Maybe I'll get to see the night monsters!"

Virgil's eyes widened at that.

"Don't worry, Virgil, there aren't any night monsters," Janus said, but sneakily sent a wink in Remus' direction. Virgil relaxed at the statement, at least, and Remus' dreams weren't hopelessly crushed. "I'll leave the curtains open. But if you get afraid at any point, come see me, okay?"

Virgil nodded. "Okay. Thank you."

Janus smiled at him, before clapping his hands together and stepping back towards the door. "Alright. Goodnight, you two."

"Night, Dad," Remus said, snuggling up to his teddy and closing his eyes, at the same time that Virgil said, "Bye."

Janus turned the light off and left the room, leaving the door open just a little bit to let the light in from the hallway - as much as he didn't like to admit it, Janus knew that Virgil was still afraid of the dark. For a moment, he stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall to take a breath. He was about to continue his own nighttime routine, until he heard muffled voices from inside the bedroom, excited snickers and whispers. Oh. Seemed like the children wouldn't be sleeping yet.

He's slowly opened the door again and stepped back inside, a little surprised that the kids still didn't stop talking, or even notice his presence. Both had sat up, now, Virgil almost leaning off the bed to be closer to Remus. And Remus was definitely tired, it looked as though he would crash at any moment, although Virgil seemed to be keeping him up.

Janus sighed. He closed his eyes for a moment, racking his brain to try and formulate a plan to get them to sleep, until he remembered what his own mother used to do.

"Come little children,

I'll take thee away,

Into a land of enchantments."

A lullaby. That always worked for a him. And he remembered that he used to sing Virgil lullabies when he was really young, back before he adopted Remus as well.

"Come little children,

The time's come to play,

Here in my garden of shadows."

The kids had quietened down now, Virgil staring at Janus in fascination and Remus settling down to the sweet tune. Janus must have sung this song to Virgil before - perhaps he remembered it. And Virgil knew that when Janus started singing a lullaby, it was time to settle down and sleep.

"Follow sweet children,

I'll show thee the way."

Janus stepped towards the kids and crouched down on the floor between the two beds. Virgil repositioned himself so he was lying on his side, staring at Janus as he sang, and Remus closed his eyes again, breathing softly.

"Through all the pain,

And the sorrows."

Janus reached up a hand and swiped Virgil's hair out his eyes, his fingers lingering a moment longer and swirling around in a soothing, circular motion on Virgil's forehead. Virgil had fully relaxed now, his eyes starting to droop.

"Weep not poor children,

For life is this way,

Murdering beauty and passions."

He glanced back at Remus, noticing that the younger brother was asleep now, clinging on to his teddy tightly. Janus move his hand to stroke through Remus' hair as well, softening up a little upon seeing the smile creep onto Remus' face.

"Hush now dear children,

It must be this way."

Janus turned his head again to Virgil, noticing that he too had now closed his eyes. Janus brought his hands back down to his lap, and quietened his voice a little, not wanting to disturb the peace.

"Too weary of life,

And deceptions."

Janus rose and went to tuck the children in again. He then reached up his hand instinctively to close the curtains but refrained himself from doing so as he remembered Virgil's earlier request.

"Rest now my children,

For soon we'll away,

Into the calm and the quiet."

He leant down over Remus and kissed his forehead, after which Remus squirmed a little in his position, hugging his teddy tighter. He then moved to kiss Virgil as well, to which Virgil reached up a hand to wipe the kiss away, before his hand fell to his side as he fell completely asleep.

"Come little children,

I'll take thee away,

Into a land of enchantment."

Janus made a move towards the door, stepping slowly as to not make too much noise and wake the children again. Every few steps, he glanced behind him to ensure the children were still sleeping, until he finally reached the door and looked back one final time, smiling as the lullaby came to the end.

"Come little children,

The time's come to play,

Here in my garden of shadows."

He closed the door behind him and let out a sigh, leaning against the wall again. He could still hear the children's soft breathing - he imagined that Remus would start snoring soon, but by that time Virgil would already be in too deep of a sleep to care or even take notice. Smirking a little at his success, Janus walked through the house and out into the front porch, breathing in the fresh, cool night air.

"Evening," a voice said besides him, almost making him jump out of his own skin.

"Jesus Christ," he exclaimed, clutching his heart and turning his head to the side. It was just his neighbour, but Christ. "You didn't have to sneak up on me like that."

"Sorry," Patton said. "I heard you singing. My kids' bedroom is right next to your kids', I think."

Janus breathed out. "Sorry, did we disturb you?"

"No, no, my kids loved it." Patton grinned. "Well, Roman loved it. Logan wasn't too sure."

Janus leant over the wall, closer to Patton in his own front garden. "You should try singing to them some time. It works."

Patton laughed. "Nah, I can't sing to save my life. Roman would spend the whole time trying to teach me how to improve."

Janus smirked. "How old is Roman now, again?"

"He's eight," Patton said. "And Logan's ten."

"Ah." Janus hummed. "Virgil's seven. Remus is five, turning six soon though."

"You should bring them round one day," Patton said. "Maybe they can make friends."

Janus frowned. "I don't know. They're... not exactly the most sociable. Well, Remus is, I guess, but..."

"I'm sure Roman and Logan would love them," Patton said, cheerfully.

"Maybe." Janus smiled.

"At least come and sing to them at some point," Patton requested. "They'd get a kick out of it."

Janus nodded. "I'll think about it."

There was a crash upstairs in Patton's house, followed by a series of shouts and screams. Patton cringed. "I, uh, should probably go check on the boys-"

"Yes, that seems like a good idea," Janus said, moving away from the wall and stretching out his arms above his head. "Good luck."

Patton chuckled. "Thanks. See you around?"

"Of course." Janus bowed his head as a goodbye. He watched Patton walk back into the house before breathing out again and looking up at the sky, stars twinkling against the darkness. It was time for him to go to bed as well, he thought.

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"How many pictures do you still have to edit?", Rudy asked, half laying down and half sitting up on the bed next to me, resting his head on my shoulder. "Sixty-four." He whined, which made me laugh. I turned my head to plant a kiss on his forehead and turned my attention back to my laptop. "When's the deadline?" "I have to send this photoshoot until tonight, which I'm almost done.", I pointed to the screen, where a picture of Rudy, Chase and JD was waiting for it's final retouches, "And then I have two days to edit screenshots of the show and send it to Jonas for the OBX Instagram." "Hmm, ok.", I looked at him, waiting for him to look at me so he would tell me what he wanted. Don't get me wrong, I actually liked when Rudy kept me company when I was working, which was common, he said he liked watching me act all magician on photos and see them into the final product. Personally, I thought it was cute, and I obviously would never complain about spending time with Rudy. "What?", he asked, his eyes finally meeting mine. "What?" He let out a hushed cute laugh and answered. "Just thought you could take a break, you've been editing all week, I know you're tired. And I may or may not be missing your waffles." "I knew it!" "No! I'm kidding! Just take a break, please." I sighted and, with one final glance at his pleading eyes, I surrendered. "Ok, let me just finish this photoshoot, there's only two more pictures, and then we'll make waffles and annoy our friends." "Deal." he smiled and, to my surprise, he planted a kiss on my shoulder before laying his head back on the spot. Damn I was soft.

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Maddie and I were attempting to learn a TikTok dance but we were goofing off more than actually dancing. Mostly because Maddie couldn't dance for shit. Or because Chase was distracting her. I think it was the later. "It's right, cross, right, Maddie! Jesus!", I argued laughing, after we messed up yet another take. I had lost count how many times we had attempted the dance but I was starting to sweat. I didn't notice that everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch us (fail miserably). "I can't focus with these idiots starring!" "You shot an entire show with those idiots and you did fine!" We only laughed harder and I had to lean against the kitchenette counter to hold myself straight and take a deep breath. I think I was actually sweating from laughing and not the dancing. I looked at the boys and caught Rudy's eyes. He was already looking at me with a grin that made me weak to the knees. It looked like he was enjoying watching me make a fool of myself. Oh well. I winked at him and turned my attention to Maddie, who was now trying to teach Chase the dance, giving the room a full on comedy show. A little while after, I sat on the couch between Rudy and Drew who were still making fun of Chase. The two eventually got tired and sat down too and we all talked about random stuff for a bit. It was getting late and my eyes felt dried and tired from staring at a screen all day. Rudy noticed my quietness and squeezed my knee to catch my attention. "You ok?", he whispered. "Yeah, just sleepy.", I whispered back. "Let's go to bed then." "You can stay here if you want." "Nah, I'll go with you, my eyes are getting heavy too." We excused ourselves and said our goodnights to the rest of the group. "Don't make any babies.", Chase said. "Right back at ya.", I winked at him and he pretended to be insulted. I noticed Maddie blush.

We both got under the covers after changing into our pajamas. It was particularly hot that night so I tried not to act surprised when I saw Rudy's naked torso beside me. Nothing I had never seen before, obviously, but if sleeping next to him every night felt intimate, him sleeping next to me shirtless was making me all hot and bothered. I mean this in the most respecful way possible but I just wanted to jump on his bones already. As usual, I laid my head on his chest, his arms wrapped around my shoulders and my waist, holding me close to him. I tried my best to keep my hand from roaming his chest and abs. Jesus Christ. I'm not even religious. "Forgot to tell you, the pictures looked amazing.", he whispered, turning slightly on his side, still holding me, so he could see my face. "Thank you! Glad you liked it." He smiled appreciatively and squeezed my shoulder. We just stood in that position, staring at each other for what felt like an hour, when in reality it was only a minute. I usually got really unconfortable when poeple stared at me for longer than needed and I avoided eye contact as much as possible, but that wasn't the case with Rudy. It was so easy with him. It was like he was my confort zone, where I felt safe and free to be myself. I couldn't really tell what he was thinking but I was sure my expression was the same as his. I wanted to lose myself in him. I reached with my hand to pull a strand of his hair away from his eyes, my fingers brushing through his cheek as I rested my hand between his jaw and his ear. This wasn't has different has the other nights, we were always this close, but in that moment it felt almost like a dream. Rudy moved his head to kiss the palm of my hand, but when he moved it back his face was closer to mine, so close I could touch his nose with mine. At that point, my heart was racing and I felt my skin warm up a few degrees. Rubbing his nose against mine, he asked. "Can I?" It wasn't hard to understand what he was asking permission for. I guess we both knew we wanted it. If he was asking me if he could kiss me then it was because he felt the same, right? So, instead of giving him an answer, I just pressed my lips to his, recieving immediate response. I felt him smile, which made me smile too and the kiss turned into a weird lock of lips but, after a short glance at each other, we reconnected our mouths, my hand pulling him closer by moving to the back of his neck, caressing the short hair there. The hand that previously rested on my waist started making it's way to my hip and then to my unconvered tight, giving it a gentle squeeze. We made out for a few minutes, slow and gentle, just enjoying each other's touches. It felt so right and I didn't want it to stop and by the way Rudy was holding me and caressing my body I think he didn't want it either. We eventually stopped to catch our breaths, pleasing grins appearing on both our faces. "Well, that was nice.", I said, not really sure why. He laughed and kissed my nose, pulling me closer so I could rest my head under his. "Yes, it was really nice. Might want to do it again." "Fine by me, I guess." He smacked my butt playfully, holding back a laugh and I hugged his torso, this time not being shy about caressing his muscles and we fell asleep like that, content and not letting go of each other.

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Tongue Tied (jj maybank) 11/?

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“I’m so glad that they're still doing this! Keep calm, carry on, back to OBX life."

Rosie walked alongside Kiara towards the scattered crowd of people all seated in front of a large movie screen. She nodded along to her friend while Pope and JJ trailed a few paces behind. John B had been MIA since they failed to find the gold in the Royal Merchant earlier that day, but Rosie just figured he'd want some time alone.

Kie had gathered the rest of the group to attend the OBX Summer Movie Series. Rosie wasn't hard to convince. She agreed with her friend-- they needed some normalcy in their lives with recent events. Pope and JJ on the other hand, were reluctant. Pope had been very on edge in the past couple of days, and it was obvious the two boys knew something that the others didn't.

"You know?" Kie broke Rosie's train of thought, "Aren't you guys glad we made you come?"

Rosie grinned and turned to the boys behind her, who looked less than thrilled.

"Ecstatic," Pope deadpanned.

"My couch was pretty comfy, I'll be honest," JJ grumbled alongside his friend.

The group stopped at a good spot to set up their blanket. Rosie set to work laying it out while Kie walked off to buy some drinks.

"We're out of the green zone, man," Pope spoke lowly to JJ.

"Dude, tranquillo, okay?"

Rosie furrowed her brows. She stopped laying out the blanket and looked up at the two boys. She faced their backs, so they must not have realized she hadn't left with Kie.

"We're in the middle of Kooklandia, this is the last place I wanted to be."

JJ turned around to lock eyes with Rosie. His widened immediately.

"Shut up," JJ grit at his panicking friend, but it was too late. Rosie had already heard.

"Okay, what's going on? You two are hiding something" the girl stood up and crossed her arms.

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum looked at each other nervously but didn't say anything.

"Well?" she tapped her foot, growing impatient, "Spit it out!"

"Nothing, we just-" JJ started, but was cut off by Pope.

"We're guilty! Okay? We're guilty and I'm gonna lose my scholarship and the Kook's are gonna kick my ass and--"

"Hold up," Rosie tried to silence Pope who had cracked under pressure. She sat down on the blanket and the two boys followed. "Guilty of what? What did you do?"

Rosie shot a pointed glare at JJ who rolled his eyes.

"What happened to deny, deny, deny," the blond mumbled, hitting Pope upside his head.

"If you two don't spit it out right now-"

"Rafe and Topper jumped him, okay?" JJ spoke aggressive whisper, pointing at Pope. "So we got them back. They had it coming."

"Had what coming?" Rosie hissed.

"We sunk their boat," Pope blurted, earning an elbow in the gut from JJ.

Rosie's jaw dropped, "You did what? Do you two have any idea how dumb that is? If they find out it was you two-"

"They already know!" Pope cried. Rosie and JJ hushed him. The last thing they wanted to do was draw attention.

Before Rosie could question them further, Kie came walking back with three Pepsi's in hand, "I just saw Rafe and he said, and I quote, tell your boy that we know what he did."

Rosie's eyes widened, but she remained silent. Pope looked frantically around the area, and JJ attempted to remain calm.

"Where is he?" the blond coughed.

"Right there," Kie nodded behind them.

Pope whipped around in his seat earning a nudge from Rosie. He couldn't have been more obvious. Rosie and JJ also turned to look where, sure enough, Rafe, Topper, Kelce, and a few other Kooks stood.

"Great! The whole death squad," Pope cried. JJ forced his head back around.

"Just warning you bro if they corner me, I'm come out swingin', okay? Slice and dicin'," the blond mimicked punching.

Kie had caught on that they were hiding something. She looked at Rosie with questioning eyes. The shorter girl sighed and shook her head as if to say, you don't wanna know.

"If that doesn't work," JJ continued, "I got this right here," he held up his back and metal clanked inside, signaling he had brought the gun.

Rosie opened her mouth to scold him, but Kie beat her to it.

"I'm sorry, JJ, please tell me you did not bring a gun here. JJ, there are kids!"

"Kie, I didn't bring the gun. Everything's fine, okay?" the blond put on a very unconvincing act.

She glared at him, "Wow! Thank you. That's really convincing. I love that, JJ."

The other three shifted awkwardly.

"No secrets among Pogues. What is Rafe talking about?" Kie's glare hardened.

Pope grabbed her shoulder and pulled her close, "Kie, it might go down tonight."

"What does that mean? What did y'all do?"

JJ mumbled under his breath, "Deny, deny, deny."

"Their dumbasses sunk Topper's boat," Rosie rolled her eyes, sick of the boys' stalling.

JJ and Pope shot up to glare at her, but she glared right back. "What?" she shrugged, "I'm just relaying what you spilled."

Pope began to argue but was stopped by Kiara.

"Can we all just shut up? We came here to watch a movie, not to indulge in any more drama. We just need a normal night," she groaned, slumping back in her chair

The other three nodded and got themselves comfortable, but Pope was still ridden with nerves. Rosie pulled her legs up and shrunk into her chair. She and Kiara silently passed a bag of popcorn back and forth as the movie started. JJ and Pope sipped on their Pepsis, Pope occasionally glancing back and JJ with his foot protectively over his bag. They sat like this as the movie played and the sunset. Rosie tried to indulge herself in the black and white movie, but frankly, she found it rather boring.

About an hour into the movie, Rosie could hear JJ and Pope rustling beside her. She tried to ignore them, but they only continued. She turned her head to the side to see them stand up out of their seats and begin to stalk off.

"Where are you going?" Rosie hissed.

JJ looked at her as if she was stupid, "We gotta wring it out!"

Rosie narrowed her eyes, "What, you gonna hold it for each other?"

The two boys ignored her and ran off through the crowd, ducking down so they wouldn't be seen. She looked to her left at Kie who had ignored the ruckus and was still focused on the movie. Rosie watched the two boys until they disappeared behind a tree. It suddenly dawned on her. The Kooks were blocking the bathroom.

Rosie turned around in her seat to glance at Rafe and his buffoons, but their seats were empty. She looked frantically around the scene until she finally spotted them walking towards the screen on either side; they were going to corner JJ and Pope.

"Kie, we need to help Pope and JJ, they're getting cornered by the Kooks," Rosie frantically slapped her friend.

"Doesn't JJ have his peacemaker," the taller girl spit in annoyance.

Rosie looked down at the bag he'd left behind.

"No, dumbass forgot it. Come on! I'll take right, you take left."

This seemed to catch Kie's attention. The two girls swiftly shot up from their seats and weaved through the crowd. As Rosie approached the area, she could hear grunting and yelling. She broke into a sprint. Rosie caught sight of Kie approaching from the other side. As the two girls turned the corner, they took in the scene before them.

Pope was on the ground fighting off Topper near Kiara. Kie’s expression morphed into one of horror as she ran forward to yell at Topper.

Rosie was seething. Her blood boiled at the sight before her. Kelce was holding JJ back while Rafe beat him, punch after punch, to a pulp.

"2 on 1, real fuckin' classy, huh Rafe?"

Rosie caught the boy off guard. He looked up at her just as she swung her arm back and punched him as hard as she could.

She felt a crack underneath her fist. The Kook stumbled back, holding his nose in shock. But the look of surprise quickly morphed into something much more menacing.

"You fuckin' bitch," Rafe spit.

"Rosie, run!" JJ groaned, trying to shake out of Kelce's grip.

She didn't listen to the blond. Instead, she swung her arm back to hit Rafe again, only for him to catch her fist with one hand. Rosie realized what was about to happen, but it was too late. Rafe swung his fist at her with full force.

The pain hit her like a truck. She stumbled back, and before she could fight back, he hit her with another. The force of his punches sent her flying onto the ground. Rosie clutched her eye. Her body screamed for her to stay down, but she ignored it. Rosie tried to pull herself back up, only for Rafe to kick her in the gut. Another wave of pain. She rolled onto her back with a groan. She squinted her good eye open to look at JJ who was screaming at Rafe.

"Don't fuckin' touch her!"

Kelce's grip had loosened in shock of his friend beating a girl. JJ used this to his advantage and wriggled out of his arms. The blond lunged at Rafe, hitting him as hard as he could. Kelce quickly regained his grip on JJ.

Rosie forced both her eyes open, but immediately squinted the right one closed at the liquid coming down her face. She rubbed it clear, and held her hand out to see it was covered in blood. Rosie forced herself back up, ignoring the stabbing pain above her eye. She reoriented herself to see that JJ was struggling against Kelce and Rafe was about to hit him again. Before Rosie could lunge at him, something else diverted everyone's attention.

A fire was rapidly spreading across the movie screen. Rafe, Topper, and Kelce dropped their victims and ran from the scene.

"Shit, Pope!"

Kiara sprinted back over to Pope, Rosie, and JJ. She hauled Pope up, whom Topper had been choking.

"Oh my god, Rosie!" the taller girl turned to her shorter friend.

Kie ran over to Rosie to hold her but was shoved off.

"I'm fine," Rosie insisted.

Kie nodded and rushed back over to Pope to support him as they walked off, assuming JJ and Rosie would follow.

Rosie took a step forward but immediately stumbled. A pair of arms wrapped around her to steady her, but she shoved them off.

"I'm fine!" Rosie snapped, meeting JJ's glare.

"Clearly not!" he shouted back, gesturing to her beaten state.

“Good thing it’s not your problem to worry about, then,” she growled.

“You makeyourself my problem!” the blond yelled. Fury laced his darkening eyes.

Rosie ignored him and began to walk in the direction Kie and Pope had left, but was stopped.

"Don't pretend like you can't hear me!" JJ seethed.

"I'll do as I fucking please," she hissed and continued walking.

He chased after her, "So you'll get in fist fights just for the hell of it? Don't be fucking stupid, Rosie!"

"Funny coming from you," Rosie scoffed. The blood boiling in her veins was getting hotter by the second. She continued her swift pace, not looking at him.

He spoke in an eerily low voice, "That was Pope's fight. That was my fight. Not yours. You shouldn't have gotten involved."

"I was saving your sorry ass!" Rosie shrieked, walking faster.

"And that worked out so well," JJ scoffed.

His face was becoming redder than the blood covering it. In all their years of fighting, JJ had never been angrier at her. He roughly grabbed Rosie's arm and yanked her back, forcing her to turn around and face him.

"Haven't you noticed that every time you try to help me you're the one who ends up hurt?! And then I'm the one who has to help you, all because you have this—this savior complex!" JJ fumed.

Something inside Rosie snapped.

"Then stop helping me! I don't need your help, JJ! If I get hurt just leave me alone! I don't need you, I never asked you, so just Fuck. Off."

She began to storm away, but was immediately turned back around.

Rosie and JJ stood like this for a second. Her wild eyes bore through his. His hand clasped around her wrist like a lock and key. Their chests heaved and they exhaled off-beat. The blood painted across both their faces came together like a work of art. Because that's what Rosie and JJ were. A masterpiece.

In one swift motion, JJ pulled Rosie flush against him and crashed his lips onto hers.

Fireworks didn't go off. But the fire burned bright behind them.

Rosie's eyes shot open in shock. Her arms hung stiff by her side. His travelled up to hold her face. She tried to resist, but instinct was stronger. And this time, Rosie gave in to her desire. Just as JJ pulled away, sensing her stiffness, she pulled him right back. The metallic taste of blood danced across her lips, but it only fueled her on. Her arms snaked around his neck, and JJ's gripped her waist. She ran her fingers through his messy locks, tugging just hard enough to remind him she was still pissed. His fingers dug harshly into her skin. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to return the favor.

It was a kiss full of anger, confusion, and the unbearable tension that had been building up for so long. And the release was so sweet. For once, Rosie and JJ letfeelingtake over. It was so easy. So unfamiliar, but so right. And as Rosie's lips moved against JJ's, she realized it was a high she never wanted to come down from.

JJ reluctantly broke away and rested his forehead against hers. They stood there, nose to nose, chest to chest, neither wanting to be the one to pull away.

"Let me help you," JJ breathed. Rosie could smell Pepsi and mint in his breath.

"Only if you let me help you," she whispered back, her voice buttery like the popcorn she'd eaten earlier.

JJ squinted his eyes shut and forced himself away from her. Rosie's gut told her to pull him back, but she knew they couldn't stand there forever.

Instead, they walked slowly, shoulder to shoulder, back to their spot on the lawn. Their anger had subsided, and Rosie was dizzy from everything that had just happened. They collected their things, her blanket and his bag, and set off towards the parking lot. Kie and Pope must've left by now, but luckily Rosie had brought her car.

The pair loaded the Mini-Cooper quietly. They sat in a comfortable silence as Rosie drove to her house. Nothing needed to be said. Not in that moment, at least. Both of their minds were still reeling from the kiss, and they needed some time to process it.

The drive back home was too short for Rosie.

Before she knew it, she'd cut the engine and was unbuckling her seatbelt. JJ led the way into the small house and headed straight for the bathroom. Rosie followed a few paces behind. The bright light of the small room shone, giving them a clearer view of the injuries they'd acquired. Rosie frowned up at JJ, whose cuts and bruises were worse than she'd imagined.

She gasped as she caught her reflection in the mirror. A bruise was rapidly forming around her right eye, and there was a nasty cut above her eyebrow. The blood had smeared across the right side of her face and dried, leaving her with a rather horrific appearance.

"Jump up," JJ instructed, giving her a boost with his hands around her waist. She seated herself on the edge of the counter.

She watched silently as JJ wet a washcloth and brought it up to her face. The warm fabric felt nice against her skin as he softly wiped away the blood. Rosie stared into his eyes, which were back to their normal shade of blue, as he worked. He rubbed some sort of disinfectant on her cut and placed a large band-aid over it. JJ cautiously grasped the end of Rosie's shirt, silently asking for permission. She nodded and he lifted it just enough to see the large bruise forming on her ribs.

"Do you have any ice?" he mumbled as he examined her purple and blue skin.

"Machine's broken.”

He nodded and pulled her shirt back down. Rosie hopped off the counter and raised her eyebrows expectantly at JJ. With a sigh, he took her place next to the sink. Rosie frowned as she took in the damage done to his face more clearly. He had a matching black eye along with a nasty cut on his lip, and various smaller ones littered around his face. She mimicked JJ's movements from earlier. She wet another washcloth and cleared away the blood and dirt. Rosie took her time doing this. She worked meticulously, not wanting to miss a spot.

Rosie applied some disinfectant on the cut right above his lip. She reached her hand up and slowly rubbed it in with her thumb. Her hand lingered on JJ's face, and she let her thumb trace his lips. Her fingertips moved along his jaw, taking in all the ridges and imperfections. She touched him softly; as if he would break if she pushed too hard. JJ watched with curious eyes.

He reached his hand up and clasped it over Rosie's, which was resting on the side of his face. She moved her eyes to meet his, and the same magnetic feeling from earlier urged her forwards. Rosie slowly leaned closer and pressed her nose against his. She waited there, too scared to move any further.

JJ bridged the gap, and his lips were on hers for the second time that night. This time was much different than the first. It was softer, slower, and Rosie took her time taking it all in. His lips were slightly chapped as they rubbed against hers, but it was a nice contrast to her own smooth ones. She'd smelt the mint in his breath earlier, but now she could taste it. JJ brought his right hand to caress the back of Rosie's neck up to her ear, while the other rested on the small of her back protectively. She felt herself melt into him even further. But just as her muscles relaxed, they tensed again.

Rosie pulled away with a sharp inhale. They locked eyes, inches away from each other.

"What are we doing?" she whispered.

JJ stared back. Rosie could tell a million thoughts were running through his mind.

"Going to bed."

Ignore the impending conversation, it is.

He hopped off the counter and tossed the bloody towels into the hamper. The pair moved silently towards Rosie's bedroom. She rummaged through her drawers for a clean shirt to sleep in, as well as something for JJ. She grabbed a pair of sweatpants too large for her and tossed it to the blond boy. He caught it in the air and stripped off his dirty shirt and shorts. Rosie grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a tank for herself. She padded towards the bathroom to change.

When Rosie returned to the room, JJ had already gotten underneath the covers. The moonlight flooding into the room reflected off of his bare chest. He laid on the edge of the bed, leaving almost all of it for Rosie. Neither uttered a word as she climbed onto the bed and settled herself underneath the covers beside him. After a few more moments of silence, Rosie sighed and turned to face JJ.

"You were right, you know."

The blond furrowed his brows, "About what?"

"The other night. When you said that we're more similar than we think. You told me that I'm too impulsive for my own good," she spoke in a low voice.

"I wasn't sure if you remembered any of that," he mumbled, turning his head to look at her.

Rosie inched forward, "How could I forget?"

"You were wrong about something else though," she continued.

"'M? What's that?"

Rosie waited a beat before answering, "You're not a lost cause."

His blue eyes bore through hers. They were riddled with an emotion Rosie couldn't decipher. He tried to formulate a response, but it wasn't necessary.

Rosie scooted closer to JJ and rest her head on his chest. He tensed at first before instinctively wrapping his arms around her. The pair released a sigh of relief as they gave in to the burning itch to hold each other.

Rosie would be lying if she said that she wasn't worried about what all of this meant; that she wasn't scared about what the next day would bring. But, for once in her life, she embraced the uncertainty with open arms. She let herself melt into him. And she let him lull her to sleep with the steady rise and fall of his chest.

JJ and Rosie were both scared shitless. But they'd finally collided, and there was no going back now.

Sweet release.

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scribbling-stiks · 4 years ago

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Heart Strings - XI - America REALLY Doesn't Have a Good Feeling About This

The meeting starts normally enough, as normal as it is to see America sitting in his seat with a child on one side and Canada on the other.

'Who am I kidding? This is really weird.'

Russia snickers behind his hand and America shoots him a glare.

'Shut up, a**hole. Sometimes I just think loud.'

'*Sometimes?*'

'LOUD!'

America smirks seeing Russia wince. Russia glares at him playfully and America sticks out his tongue.

Canada elbows America and when America turns his attention, Canada looks at him with a smirk before passing a note written on a torn corner of one of the informational packets.

"*You flirting with Russia?*" the paper reads in Canadian french.

"He's my soulmate." America hurriedly writes in very small and swirly letters, and he's very quick to shove it under Canada's papers.

Canada pulls up the paper to read it and his eyes go wide.

"No s***," Canada mutters, eyes wide.

"Boys! What does that bloody paper say?" UK demands, trying to snatch the paper, a suspicious look on his face.

Both Canada and America get deer caught in headlights looks and Canada shoves the paper into his mouth.

"What paper?" Canada asks, putting on his best innocent look.

"Canada, open your mouth," UK demands, crossing his arms.

Canada swallows with a grimace before opening his mouth.

"See?" America says, raising an eyebrow, "what are you talking about?"

Then America looks up at hearing Russia trying to hide his laughter. America feels a mischievous spark and he smirks, but seeing Alaska looking up at him for guidance keeps him in his seat.

"But you clearly ripped off the corner of your paper."

"Well, actually, I did," America says with a smirk.

"Why the bloody h*** would you do that?" UK asks, clearly annoyed.

"I wanted a snack," America snarks back with a shrug.

UK sighs and shakes his head. Alaska giggles and America gives Canada a high five.

'*Do you want a snack?*'

America's eyes light up and he grins. He stares down at the table and ignores the confused look Canada gives him.

'Really? You could get me something to eat?'

'*I can get some chips if you like.*'

'Could you grab two bags please?'

Russia nods subtly at him and leaves.

'Wait, no. Three.'

'*Okay.*'

America sighs and stares down at the table until he gets a gentle smack on the back of the head.

"(You're staring down at the table like it's the love of your life. You gotta calm down before someone catches on,)" Canada signs quickly.

America swallows nervously and pulls at the collar of his shirt.

'Okay. Gotta calm down. Jeez.'

'I didn't realize I was being that obvious.'

Russia walks back into the room and drops a few bags in front of America and carries one with him back to his seat. America grins, handing a bag to Alaska and one to Canada, keeping the third for himself.

"Thank you!" America chirps, and he doesn't notice how Russia turns away, turning bright red with a hand over his mouth.

"Oh my God," Canada mumbles with a laugh, jabbing America in the ribs.

"Hey! Dixie does that enough!"

"Oh, hush. Look, he's is head over heels for you," Canada says, waving to Russia.

America averts his eyes and tries to push back the heat filling his face.

"He is not," America argues quietly, crossing his arms with a scowl.

"He is too!" Canada whisper-yells.

America rolls his eyes.

'Bulls***.'

'Soulmates could be platonic too.'

'There is no f***ing way he likes me.'

'Canada is probably just f***ing with me.'

'Again.'

'Don't wanna make Russia uncomfortable.'

'Can't risk ruining any chance at being friends.'

America looks down. The thoughts about it made him feel a little down, but he decides to ignore it the best he can. He begins to shove chips into his mouth as a distraction. He also avoids Russia's concerned look.

'*Are you upset?*'

'I'm okay.'

America can feel Russia's worry and blushes.

'Don't worry about me.'

Russia nods a little before he begins to order the papers and passing them out.

America can't help the warm feelings that fill his stomach when he sees Russia hand Alaska some coloring pages and crayons.

Alaska colors the papers, humming happily and kicking her feet.

"Would you like to introduce our new little guest?" UN asks, pointing to Alaska.

"She's mine," America replies shortly.

UN rolls her eyes and looks to Russia.

"Have you approved of this arrangement?"

"Yes," Russia replies with an affirmative nod and a hardened look.

America smiles and averts his eyes, covering his face.

"You're blushing at his b*tch face," Canada whispers.

"Shut up!" America hisses.

'Don't make this worse!'

Then, a sudden feeling of dread hits America in the chest.

'Something's wrong.'

America and Russia make eye contact, and America sees the mirroring dread in Russia's eyes.

Russia began to survey the areas outside the windows, and America loops an arm around Alaska's shoulders.

America tries to ignore the anxiety the best he could but finds himself continuously scanning the room and doors.

Then, there is knocking on the door. America's eyes fly to the door and the frame rattles.

Russia gets up to open it.

'This isn't a good idea.'

'*What else should I do?*'

America watches carefully as Russia pulls open the door. A face he'd hoped to never see again tries to force himself into the room. Russia reacts immediately and shoves the guy back.

"Who are you?" Russia demands, his voice deep and demanding

If America had been any less terrified, he would've noticed the pleasant shiver running down his spine at Russia's tone.

The man cackles in an all to familiar-sounding tone, though America can't remember if he had ever heard it before.

America hands Alaska's hand to Canada.

"Watch her," America hisses under his breath.

Canada nods and takes Alaska's hand and backs up toward a supply closet. America hurries to Russia's side and sees Russia wrestling a shotgun away from the hands of a flag America never wanted to see again.

As soon as the figure spots America, he stops fighting and grins. Russia yanks the gun away as the figure starts talking.

"America, just the man I wanted to see," the figure says.

"Who the f*** are you?" America demands with a scowl.

"Aww, I was sure you would recognize me. After all, wasn't it your people who created me?"

America snarls and readies himself for a fight.

"Y'all can call me Confed," the figure, Confederacy, says with a grin.

America flinches at the pain that shoots through his head. Russia stands beside him, the newly acquired firearm in his hands.

"I'm sure you'd love to see who I have with me," Confederacy says.

"What the f*** did you do?" America growls.

Confederacy reaches behind him and yanks a frazzled-looking South Carolina into the room by his hair.

America's heart drops into his feet.

"Scar!" America shouts, taking a long step toward the state.

"Uh uh uh," Confederacy says, bringing a knife to South Carolina's neck, "not so fast."

"Let go of him!" America demands, feeling helpless. So close, yet unable to do anything.

"Come any closer, I take his head."

"Dad, help me," South Carolina mouths.

"Let him go," America commands.

"Oh, that's gonna be a trade," Confederacy says flippantly.

"Do anything you want with me, but don't touch my kids," America says, standing.

America feels Russia's discontent immediately.

'*What are you doing?!*'

A smile appears on Confederacy's face.

'He's a state. I can't let him get hurt.'

Russia stands by, and America almost feels back at how bothered Russia feels. Even still, Russia doesn't argue.

"Oh, it's not you I'm looking for."

"Then what do you want?!"

"Daddy?" Alaska calls.

'NO!'

"Oh! We have another youngin here, huh?"

Alaska flies to behind America's leg.

America feels his fear wash over him.

'Don't touch her.'

Russia stands at his other side, blocking Alaska from view.

Then America feels the barrel of a gun hit the back of his head.

'S***.'

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toshis-puppycat · 5 years ago

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Hello Again

Part Two

A/n: I think this is gonna be my go to gif for this fic (mainly bcs I can't art or create any form of art other than writing and even then I'll probably argue against it) but wow here's part two for Hello Again. I'm very excited to be posting all of this bcs I adore Toshinori, hes a sunflower in need of love. But this chapter doesn't explicitly go in line with him. Endeavor is the focus of today. I hope I got him at least a little, I've never actually written anything for him before. I didn’t explain it with the last part but the reader and Endeavor were good friends before she supposedly passed away. Uh kind of a RIP to him tbh. But I hope y'all enjoy.

Summary: Enji Todoroki recalls a lot of things over the years to get to where he is now. The memories of you are bitter, and it hurt. Whats going to happen now that your back though?

Pairing: Toshinori Yagi (All Might) x Reader, Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x Reader

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Enji Todoroki was a simple man, one who wanted to be the best of anyone there ever was. To be the number one hero on his terms by his own merit. And he could do it. He had you on his side, his best friend. You two would take the hero world by storm when you both became official. And well, you would become partners too, opening up an agency together and get all the good sidekicks. All he had to do was ask at this point. Besides, you two had been in each others lives for years, from that accidental meeting as kids to now. You made the suggestion first anyways, he only scoffed at the time because you suggested it first. Bright eyed, all smiles screaming that you two would be the coolest duo to exist. You were the cool balm he needed for the harshness he was given by his parents (he'd never admit that though because admitting that would make him weak and he was not weak). You were strategic and fast, he could vaguely recall the first time you showed that. It was when his powers had just came in. He was four, and his hellflames were out of control. Luckily for him, you happened to be running around in that moment screaming in glee at the water you could manipulate, you saw him and quickly drenched him, cutting off any flame he could create for a while and exclaimed he had the coolest quirk. You decided in that split second you could see him screaming in panic at the fire around him, that you could use your quirk to help him and make sure nothing else caught of fire, which was not a major worry for him. But then he heard your kind voice say it was so cool because his quirk couldn't even hurt him, you saw that in all the chaos at four. Even in his mind something registered as not right. And as you two got older it became a bright red warning for him. When you were finally pushed out of that at 8, you were at an orphanage. He visited everyday despite any punishment that his parents could give him for not trying his hardest. You always told him they were being too harsh. But when they found out you were aiming to be a hero, they loved you after that. You were strong, and you were fast. Even if you couldn't beat him at this moment, you were impressive because no matter what you could wipe out any flame he could create. Or well they believed it was just water manipulation, you actually ended up having siren like qualities overall. You were just too embarrassed to admit it. When the two of you were accepted into U.A., well at that point you were unstoppable. Already in the stages of planning for your own agency, for when you could create it (and with his family's money he could do it soon he thought), he could guess that's also when everything went wrong. You were tired of sparing with him at this point, of course you always assured him that it wasn't actually him. It was because the two of you were used to each others moves, which he could understand. It was when you literally started walking over to Yagi that he got upset, his flames reaching a new terrifying height as you asked him to spar with you, all smiles and laughing as the boys face turned a bright shade of red. And when Yagi actually beat you, he almost burnt the student he was sparing with, furious beyond belief because how dare Yagi beat you. But then he heard you laugh and saw how your eyes started to sparkle with wonder and you quickly began asking him about his quirk as he blushed and stuttered answers out to you. You were fine of course, your quick also allowed quick healing something you always took advantage of. But after that you started dragging Yagi everywhere with you. Quickly exclaiming he was going to sit with the two of you and not allowing any input from him. He very quietly simmered in anger, he couldn't command tell you to stop hanging around Yagi. You'd definitely get upset with him. So he just settled for underhanded jabs at the other student and made sure he would spar with him instead of you. You pouted of course, but then you were all smiles and so proud of him for being willing to work with another student without any hassle. He almost burned Yagi after that. God how obvious did he have to be!

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Apparently the answer was to be incredibly blunt, he figured that out by their second year. He tried his best to flirt with you subtly, even Yagi picked up that he was doing it! So why didn't you? He got his answer when he overheard some "girl talk" when they asked you about him, like "what is it like being associated with the hottest guy in our year?" When he heard your shy reply of "He's my best friend and don't sexualize him" it kinda hit him that you really were oblivious to the world of crushes and maybe a little romance. He tried being more obvious that he was interested in you as more than the regular partnership you two previously thought of, still it was taking a while. In your third year it would be the perfect time to reveal everything to you! But then you came into school walking hand in hand with Yagi. And his whole world crashed, he almost actively tried killing him when they spared that day. Only stopping when you doused him in water, then furiously walking away, only vaguely hearing you ask him if everything was okay. Yagi took everything away. He took away the top spot at the school, he took away all the good sponsorships and now… he just took you. When you ended up pulling him aside later, Enji couldn't be upset with you. Because when you looked up at him with tears in your eyes while clutching at his uniform, he couldn't be anywhere near upset with you. Not when you looked happy and he was the one to change it. So he reluctantly pushed away any negative feeling he had about you being with Yagi and apologized for worrying you so much.

"Family had just been too stressful this summer y/n. I'm sorry I worried you." He still hated Yagi though, and when he heard Yagi would be leaving for America of all places, as far away from you as possible since he knew you were staying in Japan. That hatred festered, he decided to date you just so he could leave? That soon after you already told him you saw a future with Yagi? And he knew that you felt like that? He started burning down his room, fortunately his parents invested in some strong fire systems to take care of any outburst he ever had (and to make sure he didn't embarrass them through any weak actions he made). He hated this, he hated Yagi. But seeing you smile, he couldn't hate that. You invited him, when Yagi was leaving. He wanted to be furious, he wanted to know why. Why weren't you upset, but then he saw it. That tiny glimpse of what you were actually feeling in the moment, a part you would hide most of the time.

"I want him happy, Enji. I can wait a little longer if it gets us both to the point where we want to be in our lives." You said, you were smiling, but he could see it. You didn't want Yagi to go anywhere, but you'd never hold him back. You were like that. You weren't selfish, you weren't rude. You were just kind, always putting others before yourself. He didn't see Yagi off, but he knew the moment he left you were going to need your best friend. He could do that.

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He decided to focus on marrying someone, a quirk marriage. Someone with a powerful quirk to match his and they could have incredibly powerful children. You weren't going to do marry him. That as a harsh fact he had to see. You had a powerful quirk and he actually liked you, but you were unavailable for a number of reasons. So he decided on Yukikae Rei, she had a powerful enough ice quirk. One that if combined with his hellflame, would create some powerful offspring. When you found out when he was married you were furious, (not for what he thought selfishly for a split second) he never mentioned that he was even seeing someone in the first place, and he went an absolute hush hush path, like he was ashamed about marrying her (he wasn't but if you ever found out he married Rei for her quirk you'd kill him, if the public found out there would go any chance he had at becoming number one and that was something he need to be more than anything to not be a failure). He assured you that he just really (not really) wanted to marry Rei. You had hesitantly accepted what he said. He still never told you.

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You were both young, very talented heros. Rei wondered who you were, he knew. He could practically feel her questioning curious stares whenever they were in the same room, but she never asked him. She wished she did, that she met the woman who had her 'husband's' heart. He told her the moment he was able to that he'd most likely never love her because of someone else but he would treat her appropriately. She really wish she asked before she read the newspaper the day after your death.

Young Pro-Hero Siren dies at age 22

Pro-hero Siren, dies at age 22 today on xx, xxxx she was thrown from a building by a building after switching places with a student of Aldera Junior High who was in the custody of a villain. The villain in question has been taken into custody.

"She saved me and I never got to thank her."- Teen says

"She was a brave hero. A wonderful sidekick. We'll never forget her. "- Pro-hero Crimson Riot says.

"We lost a great hero in the making today. A true tragedy."- says bystander at the scene

Endeavor beat her for the first time that night.

As the years went by, life got worse. She had her children, then he would train them and when they inevitably failed him he would shove them back into her arms. Snarling that they had to try again. Three children were classified as failures to him. She hoped he'd give up. This was killing her. The pressure was too much. Then she had Shoto, and he ended up getting her ice quirk and Endeavors flames. She wished you married Endeavor instead, but you were dead. And she wasn't sure she could even blame you for what was happening now. It didn't seem very fair. When she had her breakdown, it solidified something within her. She despised her husband, and the only good things he'd ever given her were her children, children she'd never see outside of a hospital.

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Endeavor was furious, the years went by after you passed away but his anger never left. And when "All Might" came into the picture again it was like another slap in the face. He didn't do anything against him, but he was still furious. He should've just stayed in America. He wished he could feel something other than pity when he found out he was told about your death, but he could understand the mourning he was going through. He kept away from All Might after that, and focused on training his son. One showed much promise, his flames were powerful, along with the fact he shared his wife's ice quirk. He would mold him into what he wanted to become the new number one hero. To best All Might. Whatever the cost.

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His son was finally going to U.A. He wished you could see it. He wouldn't let you see anything he's done but you would've been involved with his children's lives, perhaps as their godmother. They go through so much, fighting against the League of Villains and later on during the internship the Hero Killer. He was furious for being forced to take the credit for the latter of the two, and then his son had to leave for that summer training camp. Then a student and a Pro-hero were kidnapped from said summer training camp. Then they finally saved the brat and an A class villain showed up and revealed All Mights "true form." He screamed at him "Stand up and show them why you're better!" Then All for One asked All Might if he remembered the pretty girl that he was seeing, and he should have made her suffer more and he knew. He knew that Villain was talking about you. You died because of your connection to All Might. You were killed for it. All he could think in that moment was All Might better kill this villain, he better be able to capture him. He better avenge your death.

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He became the number one hero after that. An insulting, demeaning promotion for him. Then Shoto was moved into the newly made dorms afterwards so he couldn't continue his rigorous training, it didn't even matter now though he was number one now. His daughter was, hovering. Checking in on him constantly. Like she knew it wasn't just him being upset with the fact of how he became number one. He never told them about you, and now it was too late to explain it and he didn’t think he’d ever be able to talk about you. Then he got a call from U.A. and he had to deal with his rebellious son.

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It was… annoying. Being at U.A so soon again. The rodent called all parents though. For some reason, that escaped him. But it was infuriating. Like he was calling him to rub in something, the sadistic bastard. He could vaguely hear him talking, thanking all of them for being there and he scoffed. 'You better be grateful.' Was his only thought. But then he said something that finally caught his attention after droning on about the new security measures that they already explained to them.

"We are attempting to allow a new staff member into U.A, however it was decided that this new staff member be introduced to the parents of our beloved students. So that you may include your own opinions on this matter." Nezu said.

He narrowed his eyes. 'What game was he playing?' Was the only question in his mind.

"Miss. Y/l/n please come out and introduce yourself."

'What?'

Then you walked out from behind the curtains, ones he didn't even notice when he came in. He could hear the other parents murmuring.

"Principle, while my husband and I agree it's… nice to be meeting this faculty member personally, why are we being introduced to her though?" He heard another parent ask, who was it? That child's parents. The one who beat his Shoto at the festival. What was his name? Bakugou Katsuki? He was attempting to brush this off, it couldn't be you. It couldn't. You died, you died over 20 years ago. There was no way it could be you. But then you said something.

"We felt that its best that the parents be informed-" you began, but it was drowned out because it hit him. It… it was really you. Then his hellflames suddenly burst out of control and he felt water drenching him. As quickly his flames appeared, you put them out and left him sputtering in shock. He barely heard your shocked gasp and yell of his name. You were alive, and you looked exactly as he last saw you. What happened? Was his first thought, but seeing your wide grin the only other thought he was was 'Hello again. I've missed you.''

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cowboahhoe · 5 years ago

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The Viper - Arthur Morgan x Reader

A quick imagine, could do more parts if you want?

Warnings: mention of abuse

Summary: upon fleeing an abusive relationship, the reader finds themselves being chased by lawmen, bounty hunters and a few members of the Van Der Linde Gang after a night in Valentine.

(gif credits to whoever owns it)

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The last few months had been far less than ideal for you. You were on the run from the law, just you and your horse Nellie. You hadn't ever foreseen your life going this way - you had always been for all intents and purposes a good girl. That was until you had met your first husband, Blake. Your birth father had decided that money meant a lot more to him than his only daughters life, so he had sold you to the highest bidder which seemed like an outdated and abusive practice; even in 1899. Blake had money in oil, and used you as arm candy but had no real love or respect for you. You were nothing more than a maid, house wife, punching bag and toy for his sexual pleasures for far too long. One fateful night your fuse had been lit, and you fought back. A shroud of red flooded your body as you pointed his own pistol between his eyes - finally feeling power against the vile man who had held you captive for a year, and you felt no remorse in applying pressure to the trigger.

The next few moments went by in a blur, you had packed a bag with all the money yourself and Blake had around - alongside necessities such as food, and weapons. After packing your loyal horse, you had faded into the night. Leaving Saint Denis, heading west. You knew there would be repercussions for your actions but there was no way to tell just how intense the manhunt would be for you, nor how large the price on your head would be for one small murder. $500 for your return to Saint Denis alive meant that you'd come across your fair share of bounty hunters in your time living off the land; you quickly realised you could only trust yourself, and your horse. This brings us to your lonely (but free) present day.

You sit in the saloon in Valentine nursing a whisky, your third of the evening. You'd been in an around the Valentine area for a few days and knew it was only a matter of time before you had to move along and set up somewhere else. Perhaps Rhodes? Although you quickly shake the thought from your mind - that may just be too close to the scene of the crime. Just as you suckle the final dregs from your glass, you spot a curious group of men walking into the saloon. You daren't take your eyes off of them, memorising every feature behind every person in the group, you want to be able to recall their identities should you need to 'silence' them. One man wore a black hat, black hair slicked with pomade and nearly down to his shoulders. He wore a black coat, and a black vest with a red breast pocket. This man seemed to have an unmatched charisma; this much you could tell simply from the way he stood. This wasn't an innocent man. Then again, who is? Next to him, a slightly smaller, scrawnier gent. With grey hair, and wearing a blue vest this man seemed to have kinder eyes, which may just be part of his play. Finally, a rugged man wearing a black hat, detailed with brown rope - you noted the bullet hole in the rim of the hat. He wore a tattered, dirty blue working shirt, and wore worn black trousers with cotton suspenders tying it all together. Although, with this man you struggle to focus so much on the clothes that cover his broad frame and pay particular attention to his features. Sandy brown hair, a messy - somewhat scratchy looking beard. The beard had a few holes in, which seemed to be due to the placement of some scars; the most prominent of which was on his chin. Then there came those eyes. Even from across the saloon you could tell they were bright blue with a twinge of green. The handsome man simply dipped on his beard whilst the other two men spoke quietly to the group, he didn't seem like the leader of the trio by any means, but it didn't seem that was important.

Just then, blue eyes looks at you and makes eye contact while taking another swig from his beer. For a moment, you're worried he may have recognised you but that fear quickly diminishes when he simply nods his head your way and turns his attention back to his friends. With new found courage, you move toward the bar. Intent on ordering a new beverage when you hear the black haired man pull something from his satchel, and start speaking to the man with grey hair in a hushed tone.

"Hosea, I told you. She's the viper, the one they want in Saint Denis... our boy John was right. We hand her in, it's a good honest days work" the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, as you realise your time in Valentine is over - that and you need to play the next few minutes very wisely.

"I don't know Dutch, doesn't it seem unfair we're using a woman's bounty to help us flee our own misfortunes with the law?" Scrawny replies, suddenly he has become your favourite of the bunch. Blue eyes doesn't chime in at all, but you can feel his eyes on you as you stand at the bar, awaiting a cue to either whip out your pistol or flee the scene.

Adrenaline pumping through your veins, you decide the best solution is to try and slip away whilst the group argue about your fate. You know that they're outlaws, and if there are three outlaws coming after you... then you probably don't stand much of a chance. You make a beeline for the entrance, and whistle for your horse as soon as you reach the open air feeling the eyes of Dutch, Hosea and blue eyes on you as you make your exit. The unmistakable shuffle of boots accompany your exit, and you know that the men are right on your tail - the discussion of your fate seemed to be silence by your exit and only one objective remained. Get her.

You hop on the back of your horse, Nellie. She's an Arabian White and so you prayed that whatever horses this band of thieves had were slower than your girl. In seconds, you were off. You had made a instant decision to head in the direction of Emerald Ranch, hoping to lose them on the way then loop back round and head west toward Strawberry - although admittedly tactic wasn't at the forefront of your mind. Fight or flight had well and truly kicked in and you knew you needed to get away, far away. The thunderous chorus of hooves colliding with the hard ground rung through the night as the three horses chased your dear girl a cross the plains of the heartlands. Admittedly, you should have gone up through Cumberland forest as there was more cover to hide and slip away undetected. Though you had come across bounty hunters, and lawmen you had never come across a group of outlaws intent on handing you in and so the city girl who lived within you shook in her boots, and used instinct and not her brain when plotting which escape route to take.

"We just wanna talk miss" Dutch called in the dark.

"Like fuck you do Mister, I heard y'all talking about taking ma bounty" you curse back; relying a lot on your horses innate sense of direction to guide you through the hills and trying to guide her to help you both disappear. One of the men take a shot at the floor near your horse, probably trying to spook her but being that your horse is tough as nails she barely bats an eyelid.

"C'mon miss we really don't wanna hurt ya" an unfamiliar voice shouts. You realise this must be the man with blue eyes, his rough voice matches his rugged appearance well - although you don't have much time to think about the dreamy mans voice as you hear the whirl of a lasso from behind you.

You duck, and make unpredictable movements on Nellie in order to avoid the grip of the rope around your body. You feel silent panicked tears roll down your cheeks as you realise your luck had run out; not knowing your fate with these three outlaws. Just then, the rope whips itself around you and you're pulled from your seat and thrown against the floor. Your head collided with a rock, making you see stars as your horse comes to a stop and stands beside you as if waiting for you to get back up. She doesn't realise this is likely your final ride. The three men come to a stop, and blue eyes hog ties you with the lasso before turning you onto your back.

All three men stood over you, as you shook and tears leaked from your eyes.

"take me then, I don't regret what I did to him. He deserved it more than anyone I have ever known" I spit with venom.

"My dear, did the countless bounty hunters, lawmen and innocent folk who got in your way deserve the same end?" Dutch replies. Bending his knees to move closer to your face so he is crouched over you as you lay on the dirt staring up at the night sky.

"If someone tried to have you swing for self defence and would you roll over and let them take you? Or would you fight?" You respond. Looking the man right in the eyes. Giving him the coldest look you can muster up while your cheeks are stained with tears. Dutch chuckles, looking up at Hosea and Blue eyes with a jovial expression.

"Darlin' im gonna give you a choice. You can go to Saint Denis and swing, or... you can come join us. We're a group of misfits and outcasts and we're always in need of more guns. You'd have to earn your keep, of course but from what I've heard you've had no issue wrangling an income for yourself."

"Dutch is that really wise? We have plenty of people to feed we could just let the poor lady go?" Blue eyes replies to Dutch. Causing him to whip his head up.

"Enough, Arthur! She can help in ways most of those women back at camp won't, besides - If she outstays her welcome we could always take her on a trip to Saint Denis." He smiles down at you while making his threat.

"I'll go with you." You reply begrudgingly. Whenever you can make it happen, you'll escape their camp. But for now this beats swinging.

"Well then, Arthur would you be so kind as to place this fine lady on the back of your horse?" Dutch says, walking over to his own beautiful steed.

"I have a horse of my own I can ride!" You shout back to him as Arthur removes me from the floor and places you face down on his horse.

"I know, but I don't want to risk you cutting off before meeting everyone and seeing how we do things. I happen to think you'll like it once you're not all tied up" he laughs. Arthur makes sure you're well seated before getting on his horse and coaxing it into moving to follow Dutch and Hosea. You whistle for your own horse who follows behind, with all your belongings.

"I'm sorry about this miss, uh, miss..." Arthur begins. Making it clear he knows you as only your pseudonym of 'the viper'.

"Y/N, just call me Y/N Viper" you respond, already out of breath from the movement of the horse pressing up against your chest and stomach. Compressing you're ability to breathe.

"well miss Viper, we have quite a ride ahead" Arthur replies, you huff in response and Arthur chuckles. Kicking the horse into moving a bit faster so as to catch up with Dutch and Hosea. You glance back at your beautiful horse and watch as loyally follows behind you.

Rolling your eyes, you exhale again.

This is going to be a long night.

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The Twins Pt 4 - Johnny Cade Imagine

The Twins Masterlist

A/N: Just a quick disclaimer, if you see this story on Wattpad under the title “Dallas Winston’s Twin Sister” it is not a copy or I’m not trying to copy it, it is my story from well over two years ago that I am just rewriting and actually finishing. Should I do recaps in the summary instead of the whole story’s summary every time? Let yuh boy know

Warnings: fighting, blood, knives, death, nightmare

Trigger warning: suicidal Johnny for a few sentences

Summary: The only things you and your brother cared about were each other, and your best friend Johnny. You cared about the rest of the gang, but Johnny was like the younger brother you both never had. You’d do whatever you had to in order to protect your friend, even when it means you were the one in danger.

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"Y/N what the hell?" Twobit screamed like a little girl making you slide off his back dying of laughter.

"You should have seen your face." You wheezed out leaning on him.

"Hey, why is your face red?" He asked touching your face, making you flinch when you felt pain shoot through your cheek where he put his hand.

"Oh, Tim hit me because I took the blame for Dallas slashing his tires. No big deal." You shrugged, wrapping my arm around Johnny's shoulder.

"Why would you do that?" Cherry asked, sounding shocked, making you laugh.

"He's my brother. I'd do anything for him, just like he'd do anything for me." You explained softly, looking out into the distance and you saw flashes of hands covered in blood and a body laying limp on the floor.

"Y/N?" You heard someone call your name and a hand on my shoulder making you jump. "You okay?" Twobit asked when you looked up at him since he was the one who put his hand on your shoulder.

You gave him a small nod before taking a shaky breath, you knew you shouldn’t have been thinking about that, trying to push it to the back of your head. Cherry and Ponyboy were talking about Darry and Sodapop but you didn't pay much attention until Ponyboy got mad at Johnny making Twobit hit him upside the head, and good thing Twobit got him, because you wouldn't have been so nice.

"I'm sorry I just got a little mad." Ponyboy apologized to Johnny.

"That's all right, don't worry about it." Johnny told him, making you sigh. You hated that Johnny just accepted the way people treated him, but you knew there wasn’t anything you could do.

"We couldn't get along without you." Twobit told Ponyboy while all of you started to walk again.

"Marcia." Cherry called over to you all, finally cluing you in on her friend’s name.

"What are we gonna do?" Marcia asked when a blue mustang pulled up behind you.

"Just act normal." Cherry said looking down.

"Who are these clowns?" You asked when two guys got out of the car.

"Cherry what's going on? What are you doing?" One of them stumbled over to us obviously drunk. "Just because we got a little drunk doesn't mean-" the guy started but Cherry cut him off.

"A little?! You call reeling and passing out on the streets a little?! Bob I've told you before I'm never going out with you and your drink again I mean it!" Cherry shouted at him.

"That's no reason to go walking the street with these bums." The other one chipped in while Bob took a drink from his flask.

"Who you calling bums pal?" Twobit asked walking up next to me.

“You!" The guy exclaimed, pulling Twobit’s sweater off of Marcia.

“Randy!" She whined, making you roll your eyes.

“Listen we got 2 more of us in the back seat." Randy told you, and you couldn’t help but scoff at him trying to scare you. Twobit turned to the gate breaking the bottle he had in his hand tossing it to you before he flipped open his switch.

"Pity the back seat." Twobit told Randy holding out his switch.

"If your looking for a fight-" Randy started and you cut him off.

"I am looking for a fight." You fired back and all of you started to argue.

"We'll go with you alright? Well go with you. Just give me a minute." Cherry exclaimed, getting you all to get quiet.

"Why? We ain't scared of these bastards." You told her, tightening your grip on the bottle as you looked at Bob when he got up, making you glare at him.

"I hate fights alright. I hate em." She said walking over to Ponyboy. Bob laughed sitting back on the car taking another drink from the flask. You looked over and saw Johnny looking away from you with his head down and you pulled him behind you.

"Cherry come on." Bob called Cherry after a while of you awkwardly standing there.

"I hope I never see Dallas Winston again. If I do I'll probably fall in love with him." You heard Cherry say when she got closer to you making you mentally gag.

"You okay?" You whispered to Johnny and he nodded.

"Come on baby." Bob said when Cherry walked over to the car.

"Don't touch me." She spat at him before she got in the car. Ponyboy walked back over to you and bent down to pick up the broken glass making you shake your head.

"Ponyboy, just leave it there." You told him but he continued to pick it up, completely ignoring you.

"Just watch it grease ball." Randy told you when he started driving away.

"Says who?" Twobit asked and you looked at Johnny who looked like he’d seen a ghost.

"Johnny, what's wrong?" You asked him, making him look over at you.

"Those guys, just reminded me of the ones from that night." He explained looking scared.

"Well if they are those guys you just tell me and I'll go make them pay for what they did to you." You told him, making him nod.

"Boy those two were the best looking girls I've ever seen." Twobit thought aloud while you all walked home.

"Yeah." Ponyboy replied sounding mesmerized.

"I think someone may be a little too smitten." You joked to Twobit making Ponyboy get mad at you. "Oh hush I'm joking." You said patting him on the back befor you winked at Twobit making you both laugh. Twobit stuck something in his mouth, chewing it up before spitting it out. "What was that?" You asked him while you watched it fly away.

"Marcia's number. Probably a phony one too. I must have been out of my mind to ask for it. Girl like that wouldn't go out with me anyway. Where y'all going?" He asked.

"Home." Ponyboy said. Johnny's Mom yelled as you passed by Johnny’s house making you sigh.

"I hate when my folks are fighting. Let's go to the lot." Johnny said, catching up to you. You all sat down and you finally took off your jacket giving it to Ponyboy.

"Wear it or I kill you." You explained since he was rubbing his arms.

"Fine." He grumbled before using it as a makeshift cover.

"It's because we're greasers Pone. Might have hurt her reputation or something that's all. Don't worry about it." Johnny told Ponyboy when you both laid next to Ponyboy with you in the middle.

"Yeah I guess so." He said, sounding upset.

"Man that was a tough car huh? Mustangs they're tough." Johnny thought out loud making you turn your head to him.

"Big time socs all right. It's always the same." Ponyboy sat up quickly getting mad throwing a twig.

You got comfortable, looking up at the sky staring, deep in thought. In the distance you could hear people arguing, and there was no doubt it was Johnny's parents. Johnny started breathing heavily next to you making you furrow your brows and sit up before you looked down at him with concern.

"I can't take much more of this you guys. I'll- I'll kill my self if something. I don't know." Johnny explained, starting to freak out putting his hands on his head. You wrapped your arms around him, trying to comfort him as Ponyboy came over to you.

"Now Johnny..." Ponyboy trailed, not having a clue what to say.

"Come on you can't kill yourself." You told Johnny while you rubbed his back.

"I gotta do something." Johnny explained, his voice shaky and Ponyboy joined in on the hug. You all laid back down and you still had your arm wrapped around Johnny trying to comfort him, resting your head on his shoulder. "It seems like there's gotta be someplace without greasers or socs. Must be someplace... with just plain ordinary people."Johnny choked out the last word making you pull him closer.

"It's like that out in the country. Away from all the big towns. Out in the country. I miss going there with my folks." Ponyboy muttered the last part and you started to feel your eyes flutter close as you fell asleep with your head on Johnny's shoulder and Ponyboy leaning on you.

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"I'm going to kill you!" Nathan yelled in your face pulling out his knife, holding it up to your face.

"You're going to kill me for something I didn't do?" You asked him, fixating my eyes on the blade.

"You didn't do anything? So you call embarrassing me in front of all my friends not doing anything?" He growled.

"You were drunk and you were telling your friends all about Dallas and I and talking about how we had been to jail. You lied to them and started telling them all these things I've done which I haven't even done. I wasn't going to let you lie about what I've done with someone Nathan." You spat in his face.

"That didn't give you the right to hit any of my friends when they came near you." He told you, his breath fanning your face and you smelled alcohol.

“Are you seriously drunk again? Nathan they were trying to do things I didn't want to do! What was I supposed to do? Just sit there? I'm sorry but I'm not you. I'm not going to let people do whatever they want to me just so I can fit in with them!" You yelled in his face.

He finally lifted the blade, and you moved to get out of he way, but it lodged itself into your shoulder. Adrenaline kicked in as you pulled it out of your shoulder, looking at it shocked you looked up at Nathan, his eyes were filled with anger. He came toward you and your instincts took over and all you could see was red while you cut Nathan's cheek when he tried to grab you. He knocked the blade out of your hand when he slugged you in the face. You could hardly move as you reached your hand out, looking for the blade. Your hand wrapped around something metal and you swung it toward him, getting him in the gut. You repeatedly stabbed him until he fell off of you, lying motionless on the ground.

"No no no no no." You muttered to yourself trying to push down on his wounds while blood came out. You let out a scream tugging at your hair, scooting away from his body. Dallas ran into my room and stopped dead in his tracks. "Dallas. I killed him. I- I killed him. Oh they're gonna give me the chair. It wasn't my fault he- he came toward me I just-" You rambled, breaking down. Dallas ran over to you pulling you up into his arms while sobbed.

"It's gonna be okay. We'll take care of it. I'll help you don't worry." Dallas reassured you. He walked you over to the bathroom, handing you clothes and a towel. "Now wash off all the blood and I'll take care of this." He told you and you stayed silent.

You turned on the water, waiting for it to get warm while you stripped yourself of your bloody clothes. You watched while all the blood pooled at the bottom of the tub, making the water turn red. Your shoulder stung when the water hit the open wound, making you avoid it when you washed up. You used the soap to scrub your hands clean of the blood, starting to cry as you began scrubbing harder even after all the blood was gone.

You got out of the shower, drying off and put on the clothes Dallas gave you, seeing that your bloody clothes were gone. You figured Dallas must have taken them to the wash. You looked at yourself in the mirror and your eyes looked puffy. You saw your shoulder in the mirror, blood still coming out of the wound. You let out a sob, punching the mirror making it shatter to pieces, some lodging into your knuckles making Dallas swung the door open making you cry harder.

"Hey it's okay. Don't worry I already got Mike to take care of the body and I burned your clothes. I cleaned your floor. Come on." Dallas told you, trying to calm you down, sitting you down on the toilet as he pulled out the first aid kit. He first patched up your knuckles, getting disinfectant and put it on the wound on your shoulder. You bit your lip when it started to sting before Dallas put a bandage on it. "Was he drunk?" Dallas asked you and you just stared at the wall nodding. "Good that's what you can tell the cops if they end up finding out about this." Dallas asked, making you look at him.

"What do you mean? Why would they come here?" You asked, worry evident in your voice.

"Y/N. It'll be fine I'm telling you just in case." Dallas explained, making youu calm down. A few hours later the doorbell rang making your heart drop.

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