#oops!!! i wrote way too much again sorry gang

[wings-of-ink]

Alright, everyone!

HERE ARE THE ASKS YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

Below the cut are the asks and my answers/responses. I do apologize for not answering these individually, but some of them contain spoilers for chapter 5 content. Given the developments and reveals of the chapter, I want to let things simmer a bit before I pop off responses like normal.

If my Nonies listed below want to pop back into the ask box and let me know they got their answer, I would appreciate that, but you don't have to either (or if you have an additional question or comment, that's fine too!). I will reblog this a few times to make sure you have a higher chance of spotting it.

I numbered the Asks and put my answers in another color so you can tell things apart a bit easier. This is a trial run on answering these this way. I will also tag things for spoilers. ^_^

Anon:  "There's a she-wolf in the closet" made me laugh so hard I cried sdfjglkjl I was not expecting that out of nowhere 🤣😭  the temptation to name the wolf Shakira...............immense.

I'm so glad you got that reference! My husband and I sing that song to each other with the little "awoos" and all, lol. It was too good to pass up. Fun fact, if you name her Shakira, Oswin has a unique response. 

2. Anon:  Hmmm. "I like the name Aster I'll probably use it again" HMMMMM hMMMMM hmmmMMMM Is this new Aster the ??? RO

Remembered that, did ya 😁 (I was quietly cackling when I wrote that for the old ask). You questioning Aster just makes me want to mess with you Nony, you can't tempt me like this! 

3. Anon:  Aster is so hawt, carressing our cheek w his thumb???? "i wont hurr you" pls let him be an ro bc gah damnnnn

Glad that did it for you, Anon, lol. There will be more of that in store. ^_^

4. Ravioli anon here, hope you remember me LOL I just finished reading the new chapter and I HAD A BLAST The whole gang in here now!!!!!! Aster is no longer question marks!!!! (I will admit when they were introcuded I almost, ALMOST expected their name in game to just be ???)

Hello Ravioli! Still chuckling about that I hope you know. The temptation was unreal to leave ??? in there, lol. At this point, even I know him more by that than his name!

Also to keep up with my perfect choice of names, my she-wolf is now named Der, because together we are Ravi and Der Get it, Ravi 'n Der. Consider this as a way to honor our dear grandma we were named after by our loving dads, you'll never be forgotten, you girlboss of a woman 

OMG, you are killing me over here, lol. This makes me want to code something for that, lol. Just your fathers shaking their heads at your MC while still being kinda amused and weirdly proud. Grandmother Ravinder would glare at you, but smile later.

5. @origamihoshi: Screaming about the necklace Oswin gives MC, my headcanon about MC wearing the snail shell as a necklace can now be canon! and I guess more reasons for my MC to be down bad for Oswin oops. I'm loving the update! I'm so happy to finally meet Rune, I love them so much! I wanna befriend them all. and I feel like there's been a good balance to spend time with all the characters so far and that makes me really happy. 😌Also cuddling with Zahn was so sweet oh my god, I love them so much too! I got so many more questions about MC and the curse, and the mark for that matter, looking forward to when we finally get some answers.

I very, very nearly told you that when you posted your MC, I was so ecstatic. I thought if you while coding that section too. I am so glad you enjoyed the new chapter and new goodies. Lots of fun stuff to come! ^_^

6. @mutsuowo:  HELP I NAMED THE SHE-WOLF ASTER BECAUSE I FIRST CALLED THE MULE YARROW AND NOW I HAVE NOT ONE, NOT TWO BUR THREE ASTER* GOING AROUND (I know one changed to Lakota but the joke that count)

Whoops! Lol Sorry my friend! I don't think any more Asters are hiding about at least. Probably….

7. @mutsuowo: I got spoiled of Aster's name by accident and even then I mistook it for being Lakota, so I thought somehow Lakota had a divorce and took the children to be an option romance with the MC. Cue to me acting like a variety game host and going "We have a cult member, a magician, childhood friends and also a wolf...what about you Aster ? What do you bring to make we choose you ?" The answer was being a DILF

Lol! Oh dear, yeah, bestie has a quarter-life crisis and leaves his wife and 4 kids to live that DILF life. Love it, this is some quality daytime TV stuff. 😆 

8. Anon:  Hello there! I am currently in the middle of the newest chapter, very very good work! Spoiler ahead : So MC is absorbing magic? That might actually help the theory that somehow MC is a god, demi-god, or whatever that is: cursed because they are on this plane and needing magic as a very part of their being? I can't imagine that a god wouldn't be starving for magic if deprived of it. Perhaps in GC it's not magic gods handle, but something similar? The fact that we CHOSE the mark truly makes me think that somehow we were choosing an aspect of ourselves for some reason. Not only something physical either. If not our domain, perhaps a tell of why we were cursed in the first place ? I wonder if, before the Curse manifested, MC would have been flagged as a magic being ? I don't think there was anybody that could have sussed them out back then though ? Rune is amazing, btw, big fan. Can't wait for Purple Lad to accompany us and need a bath as badly as Duri did !

Oooh, are you perhaps my Nony who sent some other theories in about this? Very juicy theory as well. Next chapter you'll learn a bit more about Hayat's curse over the gods and see if it lines up or changes your thoughts more. 😁 I'm glad you like Rune too! They are in for a new experience for sure. Even if they aren't as stuffy as other nobles, they definitely appreciate more refined things. The little town MC grew up in might be a bit of a culture shock. 

9. Anon:  Sooooo... I'm thinking we ARE the mad god ! A reincarnation of it at least ! Thinking about how the cult wanted us dead, I am thinking that as long as MC is alive, they can't have another incarnation of them.   But What exactly was it that drove the god mad ?

Oooh! This one is juicy too! These theories are so tasty! Lots of questions with this one. And like the one above, there may be some info in chapter 6 that may just give more evidence one way or another.

10. Anon:  Me on my first playthrough: oh, Oswin's pretty cute! I think I'll try romancing him first Me when I meet Zahn: oh no you can't just make me choose like that how am I supposed to do this Me when I meet Duri: are you kidding me. Ok screw it I'm romancing Duri Me when I meet Rune: FUCKAIJASJDSAAA Me when I meet ???: No reaction because I'm already combusted. I can't even anymore 

Lol! I am glad and maybe just a tiny bit sorry that you're so torn, my dear. Let's find some glue and get you patched up… ^_^

11. Anon:  HAVE THEORIES! NATHAN IS DURI'S UNCLE, AND ASS-TER -HE DESERVES THAT AFTER THE RING BUSINESS >:( - WAS RAISED BY THOSE ASSHOLES WHO ALMOST KIDNAPPED MC! (I am open to Asster endearing himself later, but I'm mad at him rn, how dare he hurt my already hurt, lovely, MC 😡😡😡) Anyway, your writing is impeccable as always, can't wait to (perhaps) bring Asster to his knees (with love or spite, or maybe both?? He seems like someone easy to love-hate, lol). Tysm, for God Cursed, I love it <333

Yaaass, moar theories! That's a good one too! Nathan having some secrets wouldn't be shocking either. They'd get along too… And it is totally fair for MC to be salty! And ASSter is a perfect nickname, lol. It's also fair that in chapter 6 you'll be able to (try to) get after him about it. :3

12. Anon:  TW SPOILERS ''There is nothing I want more than to hear you…hear you say what you- Nothing more… But for your own sake. Y/N, I'm a monster. I have been a monster. Your heart should be free of thoughts of me until you know what haunts my sleep at night. If you can do that for me and your heart does not change, then I will hear those words and I will spend the rest of my days showing you what you mean to me.'' UUUUHHMMMMM, EXCUSE MEE?????? LIKE THIS IS THE MOST-ROMANTIC-NON-LOVE-CONFESSION I HAVE EVER HEARD??? EVEN THOUGH IT BURNS ME TO NOT KNOW WHAT AFFLICTS OSWIN, AFTER HEARING THAT I'M WILLING TO WAIT FOR HIM.

I love that you love this! I might have cried juuuust a little bit when I wrote that scene, lol (shocking, I know).

13. Anon:  replayed the IF from the start for the update and gosh i felt so bad for our dear MC who has gone through SO much in a (relatively) short amount of time. and the way MC just always thinks about their fathers makes me sobbbbbb. one that always gets me is the scene where MC cried out for their fathers when they were in pain (my heart broke when they said they wanted to be held by their papa). another is in the scene with jasper and co. (‘i learned it from my fathers!’, yesss go MC!!!!). but oh, just imagining the absolute heartbreak the fathers would feel if they knew how MC cried out for them and knew about everything that MC went through, makes me tear up! MC is SO loved by their fathers and MC loves them just as much and i love that. i hope we’ll be able to give da and papa the biggest hugs when we see them again 🥹wonderful update, author! i absolutely adore the world you’ve built and the brilliant characters you’ve created (shout out to one my favs.. our new she-wolf friend <3)

I set out on this IF journey intending to be a bit hard on the MC and I think I succeeded, lol. It might be hard to believe but I really do love the MC as a character too and I feel for them. Hopefully not too hard, but they're on a journey of perseverance so I have faith in them. ^_^ That scene really tore me up too, especially thinking about how hard it would hit the dads to know their beloved kid was calling out to them. 😭 I am so glad you enjoyed the update, my dear, there will be great big dad-hugs in the future, I promise (and more than a few tears). ^_^

14. Anon:  idk if it's choice or route-specific but, zahn was NOT looking good at the end of chapter 5 and i'm worried 😟

Not route-specific (unfortunately???)…they're…going through some things. 😬 (sorry in advance)

15. Anon:  Hi, hi!! Dropping by to blabber about the update after i've finally had time to lose myself in it! (Oh no it got long again.) Okay, so, from the very moment i saw your intro post (over half a year ago, methinks) i decided to go for Rune's route first. I have been very patient, very faithful. And now i can finally say it was so, so worth the wait!!! they have me wrapped all around their beautiful noble finger; they're perfect, they are everything (i mean, how many people can say a literal god shows up for their birthday? yeah, thought so). I know they are no exception either and have their own share of issues, but honestly? that's even better. I wish i was kidding about the amount of times i daydream about them. Look at me now how i'm smiling like a stupid idiot. And the fact that i can make my MC an absolute shy mess around them is just so!! *chef's kiss* 

"Oh no it got long again" is like the tagline for my existence, lol. I am so giddy that you adore Rune! I think they've had less traction since they weren't introduced until now, but I also believe they are just the type of person that is better experienced. I enjoy writing all of the ROs, but Rune is such a presence in my heart and I really hope that comes through.

Also, did Duri seriously rat them out like that? Umm, for science, of what nature, exactly, are the books under Runey's bed?

LOL and I'm so glad you caught that bit about their "hidden literature." Rune LOVES romance novels, including the ridiculous smutty ones even if the plot is kinda bad.

Anyway, moving on, because you fed us so well with the story once again!! Can i just say i love your brain? Can i? Is that weird? Apologies. So!

You can totally say that, lol. I appreciate that you think so, my brain frustrates me sometimes, but I like how smooth it is. Very soft.

We learned so much in this update, and yet our answers are still too far to reach--but that's the whole fun about this! I'm thinking things, i'm suspecting, but i'll hold onto my theories for now… It is indeed very fortunate that each of MC's new friends can seemingly contribute a piece to this vexing puzzle; question is, is the picture only missing the very last piece, or are all four needed for it to be complete? I'm folding my hands and patiently waiting to find out in future updates. 

Oooh, you're speaking my language, Nony. There are some theories up above, maybe those will get your mind spinning too. That's a very good question though too. Eveyone seems to have something that might help MC out…so the question could be, do they go full Power Rangers and combine them to solve this problem or is one strong enough on their own? Hmmmmm? Time will tell.

One thing i will say is, more people may know about MC and their whole deal than Oswin may want to even consider. People with not the best intentions, that is.

I'm sure it's fiiiiiine. Probably just a…crazy…crazy fluke. It's fine. 😀

Speaking of, Oswin is so sweet! He cares so much i think it's rending him apart. Perhaps he should partake of Nathan's pipe every now and then. You know, for recreational purposes. Frankly i admit i don't know how mean you still can be to Oswin because every time there's a choice during his scenes i just tunnel-vision to the friendliest one there. It really makes me feel sorry for him if there are MCs out there who are still bitter about their relationship. As he was opening up about what kinds of actual horrors he witnessed and had to deal with in consequence, it really made me think MC's little group should, as a side-quest, go out and find him a therapist, because this guy *slaps him on the back* can fit so much trauma in him!

That's a good way to describe Oswin. He feels very intensely and those emotions are difficult for him to manage. I try not to be too mean to him, but I do want to try and give a decent variety of responses to the past tension for some MCs. Negativity there isn't a huge focus, so I try not to go too far down the rabbit hole with it at least, lol. A therapist is a great idea for him, for real. You cracked me up with that reference, I imagine Lakota trying to sell him to the MC, lol.

 I see Zahn has entered the trenches(TM). Just after i had them repeatedly stabbed in MC's place. And just after they finally got to cuddle with MC. This is fine. Not gonna lie, for a solid second you had me believe we wouldn't see them come back from that totally not evil or at least highly doubtful church of theirs, and that we'd had to leave without them. Haha, no waay. Lunan wouldn't do that to them, right? Right? Oh thank gods. See? I was right. Anyway, it seems like their character development arc is coming up soon, so i'm keeping calm and not cracking my knuckles, not at all.

Oh yes, there will be some development soon here. Tee hee?

Duri is so fun. Their playfulness is so endearing, so much so that i find myself repeatedly swayed in my decision to have them in a (now mostly) platonic relationship with MC. Simmer down, you'll have your turn. It had me rolling how they snapped once the bandits insulted their feet lmao! Also, also, their dynamic with Rune? Mmm, so good. I love the kind of friendship that's like "yeah i picked up this weird wet dog one day and now it won't leave me be and it's annoying, but only i'm allowed to say that. here, have a treat."

I love that you love that. Writing Duri is fun and I get to break some social norms with them so it's a win-win for us all. The relation to Rune is a blast.

Moving on, Duri sniffing MC after they talked with someone they didn't know; Duri immediately leaping at the opportunity to tease a jealous MC; Duri coming to MC's rescue to put a harasser in their place--they can't keep getting away with being so charming! Oh wait, they can. Human laws don't apply to them, after all.

Duri is already so loyal. Like a pup you picked up at the shelter, the connection is pretty quick for them. Also, if you didn't know, you can also get Rune to get defensive of MC being harassed in the tavern. Currently thinking of changing the code of that, but if you choose to stay neutral or a bit distrustful of Duri, Rune will get involved instead. Both have the confidence and the power to back it up though, can't go wrong.

And Aster? Something is up with him. Big time. Bost obviously, his name. I don't know, i don't know, i'm not convinced it's a coincidence or merely "fate." I'm watching you, Aster. Okay, and yes, i see why MC might need his help, but he never once elaborated on that part where he said he needs MC for power. Sooo, naah, i'm not putting my egg in your basket, not yet. Especially!! After he so brutally demonstrated just how much of a bigger hand he has over MC. That was evil. (In a good way.) He's unhinged, and i love that in a character. I would not trust him even with a cheese grater.

That may be wisdom here for sure, lol. Aster is quite the character, as are all of them I suppose. All have secrets he especially has some serious growing to do. He'll be an interesting addition - and a very smug one at that. Maybe juuuust maybe MC can get him to feel a little remorse for being an ASSter, to quote a previous ask, lol.

I almost thought MC's group of friends were going to mistake him for the kidnapper and everyone would want to throw hands, or would at least be very leery of him, so seeing how easily he slotted in had me a little surprised (and i think he was a bit surprised himself).

That very nearly happened actually. I cut it because of chapter length, and I'm thinking I want to polish the ending for that anyway. I feel like I was burnt out while writing that and I pushed it too fast. So, we'll see what happens in future….

I really, really liked the option of having MC be scared of him after he put a cork (dart) in Jasper's mouth (throat). The head tilt afterwards? Wiping away a stray tear? "Now come sit with me on my picnic blanket designer cloak to talk about how everything is drawn to you, including me?" "I'll need to study you?" Yes, i'll take your entire stock.

I'm glad you enjoyed your dessert, Nony. ;) There will be some serious studying in the next chapter.

Oswin being extremely quiet while MC was recounting their failed abduction because he was still recovering from those 6 panic attacks he had since finding MC's room empty and with signs of struggle.

THIS absolutely. MC may get an account of the experience later.

 i can't wait to see what the dads are going to say about each of MC's new friends! I can already imagine who might not entirely vibe with whom, especially if papa and da are going to be in a sour mood after they see my (feral despite being the healer of the party) MC scarred and sore despite their letters containing nothing but rainbows and sunshine (oops). MC's right, though, how are they going to house so many people lol.

This will be so much fun, especially when it comes to sleeping arrangements…A couple ROs will get themselves sorted but there's a couple that we might just get a "one bed" trope with, lol.

And last but not least, MC got the promised puppy!!! (i named her "Ginger" <33) 

Oh that is such a cute name too! She is kinda the color of ginger and she's also very gentle (ginger) AND she can be very spicy if you piss her off. Very gingery.

I have been here before and gushed about your writing on multiple occasions and i don't want to repeat myself over and over, so i'll just reiterate once more that i'm constantly blown away by how real and vivid you make everything feel. You're putting things down and i'm picking them right up, thank you, thank you, yup, i'll have that as well, thank you. You're painting pictures inside my head, and they're gorgeous and vibrant and moving now--hey, how did you even get in here? I'm convinced you're a mage. MC is not the mage here (yet?), but you sure are!! It's okay, you may fess up now. As always, thank you so much for all your hard work! May your holidays be full of joy and rest! Take care <333

I am so thankful that you resonate so much with my writing, my friend. That really truly makes my heart so glad and encourages me to keep at it. I hope each chapter brings you more and more enjoyment and adventure. ^_^

16. @rhiannon02:  IM SCREAMING OVER CH 5 LITERALLY SCREAMING ASTER ??? IM IM LOSING IT

Well, hang on dear, maybe I can help you find it, lol. (I heard that one in my soul) ^_^

That's all for now! ^_^

[roykent6]

talk to me about Elijah Forrest and his parents!!! (important: does he have a bar mitzvah and does he ever get a baby sibling)

ahhhh sweet Elijah, he is just like the Best Boy. he’s very smart and sassy and silly, the perfect little combination of both Elle and Emmett. he hits a lot of his milestones early as he’s growing up, and is already reading by the time he gets to pre-k. his parents are unspeakably proud of him, and they cherish each new thing thing he learns and accomplishes. Elle gets into scrapbooking after he’s born, and keeps a very diligent baby book noting each new thing he does.

before he starts daycare, Emmett’s mom is their go-to babysitter. she is absolutely head over heels crazy about her grandson, and lives for hanging out with him all week. but every now and then, when work isn’t bad, Elle and Emmett will play hooky for a day and take their boy to do something fun around Boston. Eli loves the aquarium, and could stand in front of that giant column fish tank thing for hours just watching all the fish go by. He also loves being near the aquarium because they can sit by the water and watch the boats.

in school, it becomes clear that he’s a really bright kid, and he gets put in the gifted classes and things. Elle and Emmett are really careful with him to make sure they teach him good study habits early. they don’t want him to coast for years and then suddenly find himself struggling later on, so they work with him to be a good student and to find the best homework and study methods that work for him. they push him and encourage him to challenge himself in school, but they’re careful to never force him to go past his limits. that also goes for sports and activities, like if he tries soccer for a while and ends up hating it, they wouldn’t force him to keep playing it.

that also is how they feel about Hebrew school! they start him in Sunday school when he’s in 1st grade, because it’s important to Emmett that he learn about Judaism that way. but they talk to him about it pretty regularly, especially as he gets older and starts the process of studying for his bar mitzvah. they want him to do it for himself, and not feel like he’s doing it for them or anyone else. it’s a personal milestone, and if he doesn’t want to take that step or doesn’t feel like he’s ready to, then they won’t make him. but I think he decides to go for it, and he learns and studies, and really puts his heart into it. his mitzvah project is volunteering at battered women’s shelters in Roxbury, where his dad grew up. he starts a storytime program at one of them for kids who are living there, and goes each weekend to read books to the kids there. he also donates a good portion of the money he gets as presents to that shelter to buy books and games for the kids. Elle and Emmett are unspeakably proud of him, and they can’t believe how lucky they got to have such a great kid.

as far as a younger sibling, I think maybe when he’s like 6 or 7, Elle gets pregnant very much as a surprise. they had always kind of talked about having more children but never did because their jobs keep them busy, and Eli is a busy kid so it just never happened, until it does by surprise. on their 10th anniversary they leave Eli with his grandmother and get a hotel room downtown and drink way too much with dinner before going back to their room and celebrating some more. then a few weeks later Elle starts to feel nauseous and notices that she’s late, and she just knows. she takes a home test and surprises Emmett with the news and they’re both shocked but overjoyed at getting to add to their family.

after the first sonogram, they take Eli out for a nice dinner and surprise him with the news. they get him a card for a big brother and put the sonogram picture inside of it, and write a cute note that’s something along the lines of “dear Eli, I can’t wait to meet you next year! I know you’re going to be the best big brother ever. love, your future sibling” and this kid starts crying in the restaurant because he’s so happy. he can’t wait to have a new baby in the family, and he does absolutely everything he can to help while Elle is pregnant. he helps decorate the nursery and gives Elle back rubs and is obsessed with feeling the baby kick. when his sister Emma (they had to keep the E thing going at this point) is born, he always wants to be with her. Elle and Emmett find him asleep either on the floor next to her crib or in the rocking chair in her room more than once. he’s an amazing big brother, and loves to play with her and look out for her however he can.

[lisin-drw]

For Joslyn ~

For Jacob ~

For both ~

Sorry if they are to much 🤣💫

MC asks

- Joslyn -

65. Who's their favourite Weasley sibling?

Charlie!

77. What does MC prefer, regular milk, strawberry milk, or chocolate milk?

Answered here ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ ⁠⟵⁠(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)

5. Does MC sleep with a stuffed toy?

Nope.

When she was little she learned some kids do it so she tried it too. But the toy always ended up on the ground next morning, so she gave it to a stranger kid.

Oops I got off-topic

Anyway she's not really into stuffed toys.

94. Has MC ever cheated on a test?

No. She accepts the fact she's dumb.

32. What's MC's favorite thing to do when they hang out with their friends?

Going to bookstores or Three Broomsticks, playing gobstones or tabletop games, or practicing quidditch. Actually, just having a chat or listening to her friends are perfect for her, no matter where they are.

- Jacob -

Speak of my Jacob, there will be spoilers about my canon (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ @yoselin-uyu girl i guess you don't mind cuz u already know most of it xD

83. What does MC think of the Ministry of Magic?

He doesn't really trust the MoM. In addition to their attitude to squibs, he thinks they had no actual action to stop R.

45. What is MC's least favourite holiday?

It was Easter when he was at Hogwarts, cuz it meant coming exams.

Studying with the gang

Mathias (@leiretta): *in his peace*

Jacob: *focus on his studying*

Duncan & Janeth (@yoselin-uyu): *arguing as usual*

Olivia: *quit keeping things in control*

ref

94. Has MC ever cheated on a test?

Once he wrote on his palm in advance, but he regretted and wiped it at the last second before the test. So, nope.

32. What's MC's favorite thing to do when they hang out with their friends?

At their secret treehouse with his squad in the Forbidden Forest, reading books, playing games, talking about the vaults or his sister, or watching his besties arguing again.

- for both -

58. What does MC's parents think of the Cursed Vaults?

The kids don't want to worry their busy mom, so they basically tell nothing about the Cursed Vaults.

When she learned her kids violated the school rules for hunting the vaults, she felt left out but couldn't blame them because she knew she had been mostly absent from their lives.

The sense of guilt made her not dare to ask Joslyn about the vaults, so she tried her own way to gather information to find Jacob, but as a squib alone she couldn't do much.

[mellomanjiro]

so umm i got bored and got this idea so i wrote this and i rushed it too but lol idk if it’s executed well ANYWAYS should i continue or no? 😅

The Queen Of Bonten

Chapter 1

It's time, I think to myself. Takemichi must have just time leaped back to the present. It has been 12 years since he jumped for the last time.

I see him and Hina enter the banquet hall and he looks so shocked, but he should be proud. It's because of him we are alive and living our best lives.

We all fill him in with all the information he's missed to catch him up. We tell him what we've been up to.

Draken runs a bike shop, Mitsuya is an up and coming fashion designer. The outfit I'm wearing is designed by him too. Chifuyu owns a pet shop and Kazutora helps him out there. And the list goes on for everyone, but the main thing is that we are all happy.

Takemichi looks like he's about to cry, but then again, what's new? But I can tell he notices something is off, something (more like someone is missing). It's obvious who is missing, it's Mikey.

Eventually once we are outside Takemichi figures it out and he asks Draken. Draken tells him that Mikey is very busy running a restaurant overseas at the moment and I wish that was true more than anything.

Takemichi seems to accept that answer and he then turns to me. "Hey y/n, what have you been up to?" he asks. "Oh me? Not much haha. I spend weekdays working at Chifuyu's pet shop and my weekends at Mitsuya's, helping him too" I say, not lying but not telling him the whole truth.

No one knows the truth, everyone thinks I haven't seen Mikey since he ran away.

Flashback

"Haha stop it!" I giggle as Mikey hits me with a pillow. "No way!" he says and I snatch it from him. I pull too hard and end up falling into Mitsuya. "Oops sorry" I say and I get up.

"Okay both of you need to calm down" says Draken and we do.

All of us are hanging out at Mikey's today because he said he wanted to tell us something later.

Mikey settles down next to me and rests his head on my shoulder. This boy is the clingiest but I love it. I have to admit I can be just as clingy. It's comforting to the both us knowing that they're right here in our arms, the safest place they can be. I don't know what would happen if Mikey or I lost another person.

"Hey you better not fall asleep" I say as I hear Mikey let out a big sigh. "Don't worry, I won't" he says.

"Hey it's getting late, didn't you want to tell us something Mikey?" asks Chifuyu. Mikey's mood changes. He has a defeated look on his face. Something that you don't see often. There's a reason why he's called the invincible Mikey but others you know.

He gets up and faces all of us, just like if we were in a Toman meeting. Oh how I miss those....

"I'm joining another gang. I do not want to see you guys anymore after tonight" he says, almost in tears.

Everyone is shocked, some are yelling at Mikey and others are too shocked that they're speechless. I can't believe my ears, I don't believe it.

"What the hell Mikey?!" Draken says, he gets up and he's mad. He walks up to Mikey but Mikey can't even make eye contact with him.

"I've made my decision. Nothing anyone can say can stop me. I'm sorry but I need to do this for everyone, so everyone can have the best possible future" Mikey says.

Draken gets ready to punch Mikey. "DRAKEN!!! Stop it!" I shout out and he puts his first down and leaves. Not soon after so does everyone else. The only ones left are Mikey and I.

"Y/n, I meant you too. I don't want to see you anymore" says Mikey. I go up to him and hold his face in my hands, wiping away his tears as my own leak from my eyes. "You don't mean that" I say.

"Yes I do y/n, I'm doing this for you, for everyone" he says and he pushes my hands off of him. I look at him, right in his eyes. "Y/n.... I want you to have the best future ever" he says turning away.

I hug him tight. "Mikey, you're my best future" I whisper to him. He puts his arms around me. "I want you to be happy" he says. "I won't be happy unless I'm with you" I tell him. "Y/n, you won't be safe with me, everyone I love always ends up hurt.... or even dead" Mikey says. "I don't care Mikey, I lost people too. I know what it's like but Mikey I can't lose you like this. Plus you know I can handle myself. Where ever you go, I'm coming" I say. "Okay then, lets go" he says.

Present Time

I walk into an abandoned warehouse and I hear a voice ask "Hey y/n, how was the wedding?" it was Sanzu. "It was nice, kinda relaxing knowing I didn't have to do anything crazy today" I say. Sanzu laughs, "I thought you love crazy?" he says. "Haha, you're all the crazy I need in my life" I say and he laughs at that.

"Where is Mikey?" I ask him. "Oh in his office" he replies and I make my way to Mikey's office.

I enter and I see Mikey just sitting at his desk staring at nothing. He doesn't look the same anymore. He's lost so much weight and he hasn't slept in days. I need to help him soon or who knows what will happen.

Mikey looks up at me, "Hi love" he says. His voice showing so little emotion. "How was the wedding?" he asks me. "It was really nice, I wish you went" I say. "You know I can't, I haven't seen anyone in years" he says.

"Anyways, come sit with me" Mikey says. I walk over and he pulls me into his lap and we both giggle, something he doesn't do often. I miss his smile. Mikey had the most precious smile when we were kids.

I rest my head on his shoulder and play with his hands. He's so thin, I'm worried I might break him. He's not as strong as he was before.

"Mikey, have you eaten today?" I ask. "Not yet" he replies. "Alright let's go get dinner" I say trying to get up. Mikey grips me harder. "No stay here, I'll send one of the guys out to get us dinner" he says. "Okay" I say and kiss him on his cheek and lay my head back on his shoulder.

to be continued....

[biisexualemma]

sister. oscar diaz

word count: 2727

warnings: very brief mention of sexual harassment but nothing explicit

requested: nope

plot: you’re trying to look out for your family

a/n: i’m working on requests i promise, please don’t think i forgot if i haven’t got around to yours yet! :(( but i wrote this sooooo long ago and never posted it but here it is. sorry i’m so slow at writing oop

masterlist

you came to pick up your sister. that was it. you didn't plan on getting mixed up in the heat of the party. you were gonna go in, grab her and get out. you were getting sick of having to pick up her drunk ass all the time, you were going to have to words when you found her. you pulled up outside the diaz house, noting all the people congregating outside. you took a deep breath, pulling the keys out the ignition and forcing yourself to go inside.

you walked passed the drunkards in the front yard, ignoring the cat calls from the santos members. you just kept your eyes forward and didn't react. once you got inside you had to force yourself through crowds of people, all, either drunk or high. you almost gagged at the smell in here. you never understood how people enjoyed these stupid parties. when you were in high school you never attended these kinds of things. you weren't unpopular, but you definitely kept to yourself despite what your friends would get up to. you were more school oriented. you were a college now, currently enjoying your summer break. that was when you weren't running around after your sister, making sure she was safe. everything was so different in freefridge to how it was when you were growing up. it wasn't as safe. plus, she'd been on and off with spooky's little brother, so you definitely had to keep a close eye on her. you knew what spooky was like. you went to school with him, he was a couple grades above you but you got the gist of him.

you huffed, reaching the back yard, you looked around still not spotting your sister or any of her dumb friends. if she got off without you again, you were going to kill her. she could be so stupid when she was drunk, which was exactly why you had to find her before someone else did.

you spotted spooky across the yard and quickly marched over to him. you stuck out from the crowd. everyone was dressed for a party. you were in wearing jeans and a tee with no makeup and your jacket wrapped around you. you didn't care. you didn't care about any of these people. you recognised some of them from around the block, some from school, but most of them were santos. right now, you just wanted to find monse.

"spooky," you caught his attention. he turned to face you, pulling out of the conversation he was in with other santos members. they eyed you up. you frowned, disgusted by their smirks. you ignored them and turned back to spooky, shaking your head. "where's your stupid lil' brother?"

"lil' spooky?" one of the santos chimed in, oscar raised an eyebrow when he was spoken over. the guy continued to talk though regardless of the way spooky was looking at him. "he already left with some fine ass hyna. come party with some real hombres, mami."

you rolled your eyes. "was i talking to you, coño?" you hated the santos. they walked around so entitled. like they owned everything and anyone. you wanted to slap some sense into this guy. you came to find your sister, not see how many guys can hit on you in one night. you turned back to spooky who was wearing a smirk, as he watched you tell his boys off.

"you wanna start somethin', puta?" he retaliated. you balled your hands into fists. you couldn't take much more from boys tonight. if cesar really had ran off with your sister again you were gonna kill them both.

before you could go off, spooky grabbed your arm and pulled you to his side. he frowned at the santos member that was causing trouble with you. "fuck off somewhere else, pendejo,” they did as he said and dispersed. you were still pissed.

"nice friends you've got there," you huffed, pulling your arm out of his grip. you'd had enough. you'd been here for ten minutes and that was long enough. now you were looking at him properly, you noticed his eyes were stinging red. he was definitely high. "and you're high, so you're not gonna be much help."

you ran your hand across your face. you were stressed. you just wanted to keep monse safe. you hated when she got herself into situations like this and rang you to get her out of them.

"damn, what's up your ass?" he joked, stifling a laugh.

"don't," you pointed a warning finger at him. "it's your brother who's off with my sister right now, god knows where. probably dragging her into some mess she doesn't need to be in," you were really going off on him. he could tell you were really just worried and everything else was just adding unnecessary stress. "you santos have a way of causing shit."

he frowned, slightly offended by your comments. "ey, mami, whatever mess your mana is in. i'm sure she can get herself out of it. don't be coming for lil' spooky—"

"he's put my sister through enough heartbreak so i'm entitled to hate him,” you crossed your arms over your chest. you didn't care in oscar was this big scary gang leader. not much scared you, never mind a guy who called himself spooky.

he continued to look down at you with a sour expression. you weren't afraid to say exactly what you were thinking, you certainly didn't hold back around him. he kinda liked it. he never thought much of you, he vaguely remembered you from school and has seen you around now and again whenever he was picking up cesar.

"she's a big girl," oscar scoffed, raising an eyebrow at you. anyone else spoke about his brother like that and he'd knock 'em out. "she doesn't need you chasin' after her."

you through your hands up in frustration. you were getting nowhere with him. "she's fifteen and she's drunk. and all i know is right now that she's off with a santos."

he didn't like the way you said santos. like it was shameful to you that your sister should be seen with a santos. he shook his head, ignoring your comment again. he wasn't gonna fight with you over this, you were too worked up and he was too high. he sighed, rolling his eyes. "if she's with cesar. she's fine."

"you don't know that," he watched you, jittering slightly the longer this conversation dragged out. you should be looking for her, not arguing with oscar. he understood how you were feeling. oscar couldn't count the amount of times he's had to chase after cesar to back him up, or pick him up. he was a pain in the ass, always getting himself into trouble. but he was a good kid. he would never get monse involved in that shit. he knew that.

"yeah i do," you met his eyes again, worry now consuming you. you ran your hand through your hair, a nervous habit you had. "cesar's a good kid. i raised him. he won't let anything happen to her," his lips pulled into a straight line as he watched you eye him up.

"if you raised him then i'm definitely worried," oscar rolled his eyes.

"what's that supposed to mean?" he scoffed. he'd had enough of you mouthing off about cesar, and the santos. you didn't know when to stop talking.

"i know you."

"nah, you don't though ."

"but i know guys like you," you frowned. "and you ain't shit. so don't tell me how to feel,” you snapped. you were breathing pretty heavy. "i gotta go find my sister,” you turned away from him, leaving the party as quick as you could. you pushed through the crowds, taking a deep breath when you finally got outside again. the cat calls continued as you walked across his front yard. you ignored them. continuing to your car that you'd parked down the street.

"ey!" you flipped around to see oscar running down the street towards you. "what the fuck you doing? you just gonna walk around till' you find 'em?"

you furrowed your brows. "it's none of your business."

"my brother. my business,” he retorted.

you rolled your eyes. "now you care? get lost, oscar. i can find her myself."

"i'm not letting you walk by yourself,” you started to walk away from him, taking a few steps backwards. you scoffed at his comment.

"not letting me?" your eyes widened. "i don't need you telling me what i can and can't do, too. alright?"

oscars expression stayed the same, furrowed brows and lips pursed. you knew how to push his buttons. you were so angry and stubborn he wanted to shake you so you'd calm down. but you could tell oscar wasn't budging on this one.

you sighed. "i have a car."

oscar eyed you for a second. you were awaiting his response but it never came. he walked passed you, nudging your shoulder as he did. "what're you doing now?" you huffed.

"coming with. which ones yours?" he looked over his shoulder, he waved his finger between the row of cars.

"i don't need you to come with me."

"i know," oscar shrugged. "still coming."

"do you really have to?" you rolled your eyes, carrying on walking again, guiding oscar to your car parked up the street. he looked your car up and down and shuddered.

"this is what you drive?" he frowned.

"it's what i can afford,” you didn't look at him, "we can't all be rich off drug money,” unlocking the doors and climbing into the drivers seat. you'd had enough of him, you didn't care if he came or went at this point. still, oscar slid into the passenger seat without a word. he looked straight ahead, his jaw tensed. you felt like you'd said something wrong. you didn't think he took anything to heart. it's not like he knew you even existed before tonight.

you both drove in silence around the block. both keeping an eye out because in reality you had no idea where you were going or what to look out for. you hated monse right now. a simple text was all it took for her to tell you she was ok.

"why you hate me so much? you don't even know me." he spoke after a long period of silence. you glanced at him out the corner of your eyes while you continued to drive slow down the street, checking your side of the street for any sight of your sister. oscar was doing the same on his side.

"i don't," you mumbled, half paying attention. you didn't want to talk to him anymore. "i hate your stupid gang."

"los santos,” you scoffed.

"you're kidding?" he didn't budge. he watched you for an answer. you sighed. "you're pigs. you're supposed to be saints? you're supposed to protect our block? all you do is scare people. you're just bullies."

he was quiet for a moment. you glanced at him again, seeing him looking right back at you. he wore a stern look on his face still. you wondered whether he ever changed his expression. he always looked angry or bored. "do i scare you?"

"no," you were quick to reply. oscars eyes never moved from you, you could feel him watching you while you drove. "but your friends are misogynistic assholes, who know how to make girls feel uncomfortable."

"why you so angry all the time, mami?" oscar fought back. he was sick of you coming at him all the time. he hadn't done anything to you that he was aware of. you were just mean. "what we ever done to you?"

"plenty," you could count the number of times santos members had rolled up, shouting at you from their cars. or how many times you'd been felt up at parties. how many times you'd been made to feel uncomfortable.

"name one," oscar challenged. you were sick of him. sick. you ignored him. you weren't about to amuse him. he didn't know half the things his precious santos got up to clearly. "you can't can you—"

"will you shut up?" you snapped. oscar was taken aback. he was joking but clearly he misread the situation. he furrowed his brows. you quickly looked over at him, disgusted. "you wouldn't get it. you're one of them. you're a stupid boy who loves to make girls feel small and insecure."

"you don't know me, ma."

"see! stop calling me shit like that!" you slammed your hands on the wheel, you couldn't take much more from him. you quickly pulled up to the curb. you took a deep breath, running your hand through your hair. oscar was regretting get in the car with you now.

"why do you hate us so much?" he asked again. you were too defensive to be telling the truth. he wanted to know why you were so against him and his gang. he couldn't work it out in his head.

you shook your head, quiet for a long time before you finally answered him. he sat patiently, not moving while he waited.

"i slept with one of your boys," you admitted. "a long time ago," you kept your eyes locked straight ahead you didn't want to see the judgement in his eyes. "i told him i didn't wanna do it again— because i wasn't ready. so he told everyone i was a massive whore. and everyone believed him. and guys never stopped coming for me. cat calling. lifting up my skirt. trying to make me do stuff behind the bleachers—" you sighed, closing your eyes tight when you thought about it. you hadn't talked about this in a long time. you'd tried not to think about it, tried to put it behind you when you finally finished high school.

"so don't act like your friends aren't shitty people. because they're the worst," you clenched the steering wheel, your knuckles turning white. you didn't want him to feel sorry for you. you didn't want to tell him any of that but he wouldn't stop pestering you for an answer.

"i didn't know,” he mumbled. you turned your head slightly, watching him now his expression had changed. you couldn't figure out what he was thinking. "sorry."

"it doesn't matter," you shook your head. you stuck the keys back in the ignition and turned them. "can you just do me one favour?"

he nodded. "ring cesar. ask him about monse,” he nodded again, pulling out his phone. he didn't think twice before finding his brothers number.

"i raised him better than that," he mumbled quietly. "if your sisters with cesar. she's good. i promise."

you nodded, somehow believing him. he pressed his phone to his ear, cesar almost immediately picking up. something about the expression on oscars face made you feel weird. he seemed to care all of a sudden. he wasn't teasing you anymore.

you listened intently as he spoke on the phone to his brother before hanging up briefly afterwards. "well?" you asked hopefully.

"they're at jamal's."

you breathed a sigh of relief. "lets go. i'm gonna kick both their asses for putting me through that."

"i'll be whooping cesar's ass, don't worry," you shot him a small smile before pulling off and driving to jamal's house. it was a long-ish drive seeing as he lived a little further away than the rest of the gang but the ride was quiet. neither of you spoke till you pulled up outside the house.

oscar unbuckled his seatbelt, about to hop out when you touched his hand. he quickly turned back to you. "what? what's up?"

"can you not tell anyone about what i told you before?" he furrowed his brows. he didn't realise that you thought he would. "i don't want monse to know about any of that shit. ok?"

he nodded. "secrets safe with me, mami — i mean—"

"no— it's alright," you shook your head when the pet name slipped out. "it's kind of nice when you say it."

his lips grew into a stupid smirk. you pushed his shoulder, laughing gently. "shut up and come on,” you couldn't help but feel a little differently towards him than you did at the start of the night.

[mytwinklelights]

A Reunion - Part 1 | Peter Parker x Stark! GN Reader

A/N: Remember over a month ago when I wrote this preview and didn’t post again? Oops sorry, I had to take a little break from tumblr because I was reading way too much fanfic. But now I’m back, just to post, still no reading for a while! Umm but yeah, here’s the first part! I can’t guarantee when part 2 will be posted but it’ll definitely be within the next 2 weeks! I hope you like it, please let message me with any feedback because I need validation to stay motivated lol

Summary: Y/N is an Avenger, the youngest Avenger. Then, Peter Parker comes along and they’re happy to finally have someone their age to hang out with, even if it was the boy they spent their senior year of high school crushing over.

Content Warnings: I don’t think there are any - let me know if I missed any though!

Genres: Friends to lovers, Stark! Reader, Frequent cameos from Avengers and them being cute, Slow burn, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 2019

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“Alright gang.” Tony begins, standing in front of all the Avengers at the end of a large oval table in the conference room.

“I’m sure you’ve seen these ‘viral videos’ of this Spider-Boy kid swinging around the city and being a friendly neighbourhood vigilante. Well, Happy and I have managed to track him down and he’s agreed to join the team”

“Viral videos of superheroes?” Steve exclaims, looking at Tony whilst tilting his head and looking genuinely exhausted. “I’m still catching up on these keyboard cats and kids biting fingers”.

I giggle. Having Steve around was just the same as having an uncle you saw once the year who lived of the grid. He was extremely sweet, but utterly clueless to anything other than his job. But I mean, that job does include fighting evil aliens.

“Anyway…” Tony continues as the other Avengers chuckles die down after Steve’s outcry “he arrived not too long ago. Happy is next door giving him all the T&Qs and they should be done now. Let me just check and I’ll introduce you all.” Tony then leaves the room, and the other Avengers start to talk among themselves.

I pull out my phone and type ‘NYC spider boy’ into YouTube clicking on the second search result with 20 million views. I have seen this video before as my friend Michael sent it to me around a week ago.

“Do you think there are many other super kids wandering around the city?” Sam asks, whilst looking at the video of my shoulder. Currently the hero is stopping a city bus from off-roading into some confused tourists by building up a wall with his web.

“I doubt it, I mean I guess he’s the only one going viral” I answer, moving the angle of my phone so the others who have gathered around me can see “but it would be cool to be able to meet some people my age who do what I do, no offence guys”

They all laugh. Being the youngest Avenger and hanging out with 30+ year olds all the time can be kind of isolating, but it’s like having a super close family. A family who also happen to be in life and death situations regularly together. But that’s a great bonding experience I would say.

“Guys, this is Peter, the Spider-Boy” Tony draws our attention away from my phone to the door where he has just entered.

“Spider-Man” Peter mutters as a lame attempt to correct him.

“Peter?” I question and the boy stood in front of me was not who I expected. I didn’t expect the masked vigilante swinging through New York to be someone that I knew.

“Y/N?” He responds, looking even more confused than I am “What are you doing here?”

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“So Tony Stark is your dad?” Peter asks.

After seeing a guy from your school who you shared a chemistry class with last year, walking into a super-secret meeting for superheroes where he will be now joining your team. It is understandable that Peter and I were now talking this out to figure out how this state could be so small.

“Yep” I answer. We were sat next to each other on bar stools at the kitchen island. Wanda made some of her famous fruit smoothies for us and we were both stirring them around with our straws whilst conversing alone in the main living space.

“But your last name isn’t Stark, or Potts?” He continues, genuinely really confused about this whole situation.

“Yeah, well you can’t have the daughter of a billionaire and superhero couple walking around New York City alone, going to a normal school, having normal hobbies. It’s like asking for me to be taken hostage. So, I don’t have either of their last names and the general public doesn’t know I exist. It’s for my safety” I continue, reciting this memorised answer I’ve had to say to multiple people once they find out my existence.

Peter nodded as if he was understanding everything, he probably was, but I guess this wasn’t the conversation he planned to have today.

“And you’re the great Spider-Man” I continued, wanting the change the subject from me to him. “How did that happen? Wait… were you Spider-Man when you sat behind me in Chem last year?”

He began to explain to me the story, it happened to him on our school trip to OSCORP we took last year for our Chem class that happened just before the end of the semester. Something about a radioactive spider. It was strange, kind of the weirdest superhero transformation story I’ve heard. And I’ve heard quite a few.

My story was nowhere near as interesting. I guess having superhero parents who were always around weird alien technology and contaminated substances led to some weird epigenetic alterations of their reproductive cells and then when they had me, I could turn invisible.

They didn’t know at first, I was seemingly a normal baby. Then at my 2nd birthday party when they surprised me with a freaky clown, I was so scared that my body just decided to turn invisible. They weren’t expecting it, the clown definitely wasn’t expecting it and they had to cover up with a very convincing lie.

From then, whenever I was embarrassed, scared or essentially in a situation where I wanted to disappear. I did. Literally. It wasn’t entirely effective though as even though my body tuned invisible, the clothes I was wearing didn’t. I spent the majority of my preteen years of being a walking hoodie and jeans with no head or hands protruding from the gaps. For my 13th birthday Bruce and I got to work on a suit which responds to the activity of my skin cells, when I was invisible, my suit was invisible. It made it a lot more effective for me to actually be invisible when I turned but it also meant my dad let me start training to become an Avenger.

Training was fun, I worked with Nat a lot in our gym in order to become an efficient fighter. ‘Just because people couldn’t see me, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t know how to serve a mean right hook’ she always said. I also spent a lot of time with Wanda, trying to manage my powers. Now I am able to actually turn invisible and visible again on demand. And it only takes extreme embarrassment now to turn me invisible against my will, which is great because mum and dad finally let me, after my years of begging, attend Midtown High and stop being home school. This is where I met Peter last year and now I’m at Columbia studying genetics and engineering. A double major, I know but when you’re around the top geniuses in the world everyday, there is no such thing as too much learning.

“So, I guess we’re the only Midtown Alumni to have these crazy powers huh?” Peter finishes. After a long ramble about his becoming a superhero story. I guess he wanted to ease the tension after I couldn’t really think of what to say after “that’s super cool”. It wasn’t like I wasn’t interested, I really was, but when I wanted to have another person my age to hang out with, I didn’t expect it to be the boy I spent my senior year of high school obsessing over. I had turned shy, like really shy, like my normal levels of shy times 50. I couldn’t think of what to say.

“Sorry, if that story was too long and boring, I’ve only gotten to tell it to one person before, my best friend Ned so I was kind of excited to be able to tell it again.”

“No, it wasn’t boring, it was genuinely really cool!” I say a little too loudly and enthusiastically. I cringe at my tone of voice and speak normally again as I continue “It’s just I didn’t really expect the new Avengers recruit to be you, you know, like someone I know. It’s just kind of weird, but nice? I don’t know, now I’m rambling”

Peter chuckles.

“Umm, so are you going to be staying with us whilst you train or are you going back to Queens?” I ask, hoping this new question will miraculously erase Peter’s memory of what I last said.

“A bit of both, my Aunt is back in queens and I don’t want to leave her completely alone, but this upstate facility is a little too far for an everyday commute. I’m here just for today but once I start training on Monday, I think I might stay for the whole week.”

“Well, I can give you the tour! Since you’ll be staying with us soon, I guess you’ll want to know where everything is!” I say whilst jumping of my bar stool and putting my half full smoothie cup in the fridge. I noticed peter has just finished his, so I grab the glass and put it in the dishwasher for him. He thanks me as I do so.

“So this is the kitchen, where we make our food, different from the kitchen where the chefs make our food for occasions, charity events blah blah blah. And also, this seating area here is kind of the main seating area where we’ll sit throughout the day. Lots of sofas because there are lots of us and this is Bucky’s armchair. Don’t ever sit in Bucky’s armchair.” I say, stopping behind the chair and resting my hand on the headrest.

“Bucky, scary guy with the metal arm right?” Peter questions whilst following me at a slight distance around the room as I show him around. I nod. “Yeah, don’t worry, I won’t be sitting in his chair” he laughs.

I continue to show him the rest of the complex, the gym, the labs and finish up on the floor with all our rooms.

“I’m not sure which one of these rooms will be yours because we have a couple spare ones, but they all have the same layout. Look I’ll show you mine” I walk into my room, then hold the door open for Peter so he can follow me in.

“Uh, so this is my room. Obviously, yours won’t be decorated like mine but It’ll be the same size and have an en-suite attached with a full shower and tub and stuff. You know, the basics” I say, whilst sitting on the edge of my bed.

“I like your room, it’s cosy” he adds whilst looking around and then heading for the bookshelf as soon as he spots it.

“Ah thanks, I mean it’s cool, bigger than when we were in the tower in the city so I can’t complain” I say whilst also looking around. What is it about someone else being in your room that makes you see it with fresh eyes and make you super self-conscious that there is going to be a rogue piece of underwear on the floor? Even though I know I tidied my room this morning.

“Holy crap, Vision you scared the life out of me” I say on an exhale whilst holding my hand to my chest after the large gasp I just made as he enters the room, through the wall.

“Sorry, but your door is open” He continues, “Mr. Stark has told me that your car is here to take you back home Mr. Parker. If you would just follow me, I can lead you there” Vision continues, as if him just floating through my bedroom wall and speaking to the boy from my chemistry class now turned superhero was a normal thing to happen on a Thursday evening.

��Oh… thanks Vision” Peter says with some hesitancy, you can see that this is a weird circumstance for him too. “Well, I’ll see you on Monday then” he says smiling at me and walking towards the door. Which vision doesn’t use to exit.

“Yeah, see you then” I smile as he closes the door and I’m left in my room listening to him shuffling down the corridor.

Part 2

[littlestarofthewest]

Hey! can we get hcs of Arthur Morgan just loving the fem!reader's curly hair and that he like to touch it, and sometimes it can get a little hot between them

I wrote this a while back and forgot to post it ... oops. I wasn’t feeling the HCs, so have a ficlet instead xD

Tangled

"Morning, Arthur," you say before grabbing the can by the fire to get a cup of coffee.

Arthur's holding a cup of his own, staring into the distance. It takes him a moment to offer a grumpy, "Morning."

You drink in silence, knowing that Arthur's not much of a talker during the day, and even less so in the morning. Still, you can't help but risk a quick look at him. To your surprise, he's looking right back at you.

You give him a small smile before turning back to your coffee, but out of the corner of your eye, you can see that Arthur's still watching you. Arthur's never been the guy to make you uncomfortable, so this behavior is odd for him.

"You okay?" you ask, hoping that whatever bugs him is not really about you.

"Fine," he says, taking another sip, but then he goes right back to staring at you.

It takes you a moment to figure out, but Arthur's not exactly looking at you. He seems primarily focused on your hair. You can't help but touch it, worried now.

"Do I have something in my hair?"

Arthur blinks as if he's waking from a dream. "No, I just… with the morning sun, it's such a pretty color."

You have to hold on to your cup, not prepared for something like this. Other people offer comments like that all the time, but coming from Arthur, it comes dangerously close to flirting.

"Thank you," you say, but Arthur's still so focused on your curls that you're not sure if he hears you.

"And it's always so … bouncy," he adds, reaching for it. You wouldn't mind him touching it, but he takes his hand back as if he burned himself. "Sorry."

You're about to tell him that it's okay, but he flees to the other side of the camp, not crossing your path for the rest of the day.

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Two days later, you walk along the road that leads back to camp, cursing yourself for not bringing your horse along. You're sure you're going to have blisters later, but then you hear the clabbering of hooves behind you.

"Hey, what are you doing out here?"

Arthur's riding up to you, and you're glad that he's back to talking to you.

"I was out to collect some berries and lost track of the way," you say. "I didn't think I went that far."

"Hope on then," he says, offering you his hand.

You take it and do your best to push yourself up, so he can pull you in front of him. While you hold on to your basket, Arthur puts one arm around you.

"Good?" he asks, and you nod. He's barely even touching you, while you wouldn't mind if he did.

Arthur's horse trots along the way in no hurry while your heart beats a mile a minute. You've never been so close before and can't help but lean a little into Arthur. After a moment, you feel like he's breathing a little differently. If it wasn't so out of character, you'd think he was smelling your hair.

By the time you reach camp, you feel like passing out, and lucky for you, Arthur jumps off his horse first to help you down. Your hair falls forward, covering Arthur's face.

"Ah, sorry," you say, brushing it back, but Arthur looks like he's in a trance.

He reaches up to brush a bit of hair away from your shoulder, but then he plays with it as if he needs to memorize how it feels on his fingers.

You can't help but enjoy how close Arthur stands, tempted to reach out to him. Before you can make up your mind, Arthur takes a step back, a soft smile on his lips. "I should get going."

He leaves you with longing in your heart, and you try to busy yourself with chores, but whenever you have a chance, you search Arthur around camp. Once in a while, he looks over to you as well, and the two of you share a smile.

When the darkness rolls around, most of the camp members settle down to sing and drink, and you try your best to join in, but you can't quite get into it, Arthur still on your mind.

He's drinking and laughing with John and Charles, and while you love to see him like that, you can't help but feel left out. You wander off and hide behind one of the wagons, staring into the night sky.

You've known for a while that you like Arthur more than a friend, but you tried to get over it. It's just getting harder and harder with how Arthur behaves around you.

"You okay?" a deep voice asks, and you jump a little.

Arthur puts down his empty bottle, searching your eyes. You try your best to act normal. "Yeah, sure. Just a little tired."

On the other side of camp, the gang members sing along to Javier playing the guitar, a happy song that doesn't reach your heart.

"You're working too hard," Arthur says, making you laugh.

"That's rich coming from you."

Arthur grins and holds out his hand. "Come on."

You have no idea what he's about to do, but of course, you take his hand. He pulls you closer to dance, and after a few disorganized steps, he slightly pushes you away to twirl you around.

Although you try your best, you get stuck halfway through, and you and Arthur both laugh.

"Keep going," he says, his arms closing around you from behind.

You sway from side to side, Arthur's face next to you once again half-hidden in your hair. He carefully brushes it aside, his fingertips gracing your cheek. You turn your head as far as you can, and Arthur leans in, his lips brushing against yours.

Following his lead, you turn to him, and he pulls you close again, his hand buried in your hair while you kiss.

"How's that drink coming?" a voice shouts from the other side of the wagon, and you and Arthur quickly part.

"Shut up, Marston," Arthur shouts back. "I'm coming."

He rolls his eyes as he takes three new bottles out of one of the crates, and before Arthur rounds the wagon, he plants a quick peck on your lips.

You take one bottle for yourself as happiness bubbles up inside of you. You're not much of a drinker, but today, you've got something to celebrate.

[clareisa]

ONEUS Mafia!AU Reaction - You Running Away

Request (anon request): Can I request a Oneus Mafia reaction to you running away? Thank you

A/N: No problem, darling! Thank you for requesting for ONEUS. Hope you’ll enjoy♥♥♥.

- gifs are not mine, credits to rightful owners

- English is not my first language, so please let me kindly know if I did a mistake

Ravn:

Amused. Really amused by your cute little attend to leave him even you both knew you love each other and there was harmony in your relationship. He knew the reason behind you running away and that was fear that was coming from his work. Being a leader of a mafia gang and you being his partner was putting you into a dangerous place. But he found you pretty quickly, like in an hour or so. 

You loved him. You loved Youngjo so much that it hurt and that’s why you ran away. When you started to think about running away you thought it’s selfish but after yesterday when someone almost killed you, you decided that the time has come. You packed some things needed for surviving and money. You threw something into guard’s food and when he fell asleep you ran away from the house. 

When you were ready to get on the boat hands wrapping around your waist slowly made you frozen on the spot and you stopped breathing for a moment. You gulped as you felt his hot plush lips on your neck. “Well, well, well...who we have here? You wanted to go on a trip without me, darling? So mean.” he chuckled. 

“How?” you asked. You could feel him smirking from the way he was slowly kissing your neck. “You don’t need to know, how. Just be happy that your husband found you.” he said. Youngjo turned you in his hands so now you were facing him. He has look in his eyes you loved the most. Combination of crazy, playful and so much in love. “I know you are afraid, darling. But you know as well that I would never let anything happen to you. I’m nothing without my queen. I’m an easy target without you. I know you don’t want to leave me.” he sighed and took down your hood so he could see your face fully. 

You broke down in tears and hugged him tightly. You really didn’t want to leave him deep down. He was caressing your hair happily knowing that you didn’t stop loving him. 

Seoho:

No, no, no. Seoho, despite being a member of a mafia, was the nicest human being you’ve ever met. He loved you, cared about you and was willing to kill for you. Which he did a couple of times. But that fact that you ran away made him ANGRY. How could you? After all of you the things you have been throught together. You said you would never leave him when he told you about his world but now you were breaking your promise and he wasn’t happy about it. 

You succeed to run away from the love of your life and you thought that he won’t find you since it was a couple of days already. You were already in a foreign country on the other side of the world living with one of your friends that were studying there. You missed Seoho but this was better for both of you. You weren’t in danger and he doesn’t need to be stressed over your safety. 

As you were on your way to the job interview someone grabbed your hand and smashed you to the wall. Your back hurt and you cursed under your breath. When you looked up your eyes widened and your heart stopped, “S-Seoho?” you couldn’t believe your eyes. His gaze was cold and his grip on your arms was hurting you. 

“Of course, it’s me, my love. Who others did you expect? You expected no one? You thought you can leave me just like that?!” his voice raised with the last sentence. “I-I thought...” you couldn’t finish since he interrupted you with rage in his voice. “You weren’t thinking! Oh, maybe you were but just about yourself! What about me? Am I not worth it?” his voice dark but his eyes were hurt. 

“I thought I’m just a burden to you.” you looked down trying to not cry. “No, no, no baby. You were never a burden to me. Please don’t cry.” he suddenly hugged you gently. “You are coming home with me and that’s the final. I’m mad at you but I still love you unconditionally.” he whispered. 

Leedo:

No excuses were enough for Gunhak. You ran away from him and that was a betrayal for him. He loves with his whole heart and soul and you running away made him furious. You promised your loyalty to him and now you were running away because you were scared or because you didn’t love him anymore? He didn’t get that. He knew he could protect you the best. 

You somehow sneaked out of your house when Gunhak was on the gang meeting that was held every week. You ran as fast as you could. You didn’t know where you were going but you just did. When Gunhak came home and didn’t found you he was angry. His guards get a shoot in their legs for not doing their job properly. 

He couldn’t trust anyone so he went out looking out for you by his own. His instinct was always right and he found you in a couple of minutes how you are walking to the direction of the airport. He turned the steering wheel so the car stopped right in front of you stopping you. When he got off from the car you were ready to run again but before you could he pointed his gun at you. 

“You know I hate doing this but there’s no other way. You are not leaving me, Y/N.” he said and slowly started walking to you. You knew he wouldn’t shoot you but he is faster than you so he would catch you pretty quickly. “I can’t live a life like this anymore Gunhak. I’m tired of it! You are always away. I’m so afraid every day if you’ll come home alive. It’s too much!” you cried out loud. 

“You?” he looked at you with a confused face. “You care about me?” he asked as he put down the gun. “Of course I do.” you whispered. He stepped close to you, put the gun under your chin and lift your face, “You betrayed me. I still love you but you’ll need to prove your loyalty again. I’m not gonna risk my heart to be broken because of your selfish reasons. The punishment will wait for you and will last the whole night, baby girl.”

Keonhee:

Not bothered at all. He wanted you to have a little bit time for yourself and he wanted to let you think that you can escape from him this easily. But he won’t punish you in a physical way. He’ll torture you mentally. He will be cold to you and will ignorant. It would drive you crazy and he’ll be like that until you’ll say sorry and will mean it. 

Keonhee was a loving and caring man. Despite he was part of a mafia he always had time for you and you two had a relationship that a lot of people could envy. The false rumour about him cheating on you spread around and came to you as well. Instead of asking you were so devastated just about him cheating that you packed your things and left. 

Keonhee knew about the rumour and was ready to talk about it when he arrived home. He didn’t find you but find a little note written by you. You wrote that you are leaving. He knew why you did that. He let you be for two days so you could think about it alone and then he arrived in the flat you were living in. You were shocked when he showed up at the door. 

“You are going home.” he just said with cold eyes and turned. You sighed. You knew there is no escape from this man so you just followed him home. When you arrived back you said, “Keonhee I... you need to understand...” you were saying but he stopped you. “I know why you did that. But you shouldn't have been childish and you should just wait for me and we would talk about it.” he said in dark voice. 

“I would never cheat on you. I can have as many women I want but you are my queen. Think about it and when you’ll be done with that immature jealousy then we can talk.” 

Hwanwoong:

Oops. You will have a big problem there, darling. Hwanwoong would not excuse such behaviour. Even if would come from the love of his love. Loyalty is the most treasured thing in the mafia world and no one would mess with it in Hwanwoong’s case. He will find you and it won’t be pretty for you. He will need to teach you that no one can mess with him... no one. But since he loves you... you’ll just end up degraded in a way you both will enjoy. 

You managed to run away while you were with your husband on one of those fancy balls for rich. A lot of people and the big house was a perfect opportunity for you to escape. You had enough. You loved Hwanwoong but the things weren’t the same. He wasn’t at home at all and when he came you two just argued. You managed to run away somehow but you didn’t go far away. Your dear husband found you within the hour and you never saw him like that. He wasn’t yelling but his eyes were making your blood freeze. 

“So you thought you could escape, huh?” he said as he was standing above you while you were sitting on your bed. “I-I’m sorry Hwanwoong...” you said quietly with your head down. “I know you are sorry. Look at me.” he said and you did. His top lip was shaking like if he wanted to grow but he took a deep breath to calm down. 

“I was always so soft with you but now...” he said and started taking off his pants. He grabbed your hair and force you to look at him. “Now you won’t be my wife for a night. You’ll be just a cheap whore. Tonight you are nothing but a hole to fuck. Got it?” he said and you just nodded. Yes, he made you cry from pain a lot that night. But you loved it and since then he treated you even better than before. 

Xion:

He knew it would come sooner or later when he chose to marry a girl who isn’t from the mafia world. You were telling him that he doesn’t need to worry about it but it happened. You didn’t even run away since he was waiting for you outside of your house with a smirk. No punishment, just a reminder that you don’t need to be scared when he is with you. 

You and Dongju were getting married at a very young age since he supposed to be in one of the leading positions in mafia after his father’s death and for that, he needed to have a wife. You weren’t together for a long time but you both loved each other so you agreed to be his wife. 

The life in mafia was harder than you thought. Lot of restrictions and you and Dongju weren’t together as much as you used to. Soon you started feeling like a prisoner so you decided to run away. You packed some of the most important things to your backpack and slipped out of the house. You sighed when you reached the gate of the big mansion thinking that you are free. But the feeling disappeared as soon as you saw Dongju standing there with his hands crossed. 

“Where you think you are going, love?” he asked you with a raised eyebrow. You gulped, “I’ll come back.” you said in a small voice and turned back to the house. As you were walking you felt him connect your hand with his. You looked up at him and was shocked that he was smiling. 

“Are you not mad at me or you are planning some crazy evil plan.” you asked. That made him chuckle. “Don’t worry, angel. I’m not mad at you. I knew it would come sooner or later. We just need to talk. I need to remind you that we are perfect for each other. And I should make much more time for you.” he smiled and kissed your cheek softly.  

[blakescoven]

11 with Xavier 🥺 plz!

11. Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smile 

A/N: cant believe I actually wrote something after MONTHS. This is trash I’m sorry :( and things got out of hand because it’s about 2k words oops, but thank you for the ask darling, I had fun🖤 (Despite my proofreading there might be grammar mistakes because of my italian illiterate ass, so please be nice)

Warnings: they’re ghosts here, but honestly just dumb jokes, fluff and a heated moment but if you blink you’ll miss it haha

It’s one of those mornings. One of those mornings when the sunlight peaks through the window waking you up. But why even bother sleeping when you’re dead? Well, call it a habit, call it boredom, call it not wanting to let go that crumb of routine which, as much as possible, allows you to keep holding on to whatever is the shred of humanity left within you; like a fading flame that, for some reason, is still burning. Or at least this is the only way to not dissociate from reality and preserve your sanity.

Based on the amount of light, it must be almost 9 am.

Before even opening your eyes, you already know that he isn’t there. It’s when you turn to the other side of the bed that you get the confirmation; he’s not beside you, just crumpled sheets cold to the touch.

It's one of those mornings you perfectly know where he went. As much as he may not want to admit it, Xavier is pretty predictable.

Halloween has just slipped by, and all of you however-reluctant-residents of Camp Redwood spent 24 hours of complete freedom from that hellmouth, that place which does nothing but constantly remind you of that life that none of the souls stuck there had the chance to live. 24 hours to do ‘whatever the hell you want’. On this occasion, you guys are used to split up and part from each other; it has become a sort of established practice not talking about what you did on those hours, a somewhat “private full-day experience” that you all have this silent agreement to not share.

But then there was Montana being Montana, who enthusiastically bragged about how many frat guys and girls she hooked up with and then mercilessly killed at those wild college gatherings, despite your well-known disappointment on killing innocent people in cold blood. But actually, you’re almost a hundred percent certain that she and Trevor annually spent that day together, doing crazy things and partying all night long. For the first few years, after becoming aware that all the trapped souls are somehow unbound from the invisible restraints and free to step outside the borders of the ‘slaughter camp’, acclimatizing to the evolution and changing of times has been particularly challenging.

You were the one of the gang that for years had used those 24 hours to find a way to set you spirits free from redwood, once and for all. You talked to mediums and psychics, charlatans, coming close to obsession; it has been Xavier who persuaded you to let go, begging to just give up.

“Xav, there must be a way out of this, a loophole…something that could release our souls and let us move on, I-”

“Babe stop, we tried hard enough, but that's just the way it is…and then at least there’s a bright side,” he claimed with a faint smile, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“And what on earth can that be?” you sighed.

“We've got all eternity to be together.”

He’s always been your rock. A hotshot and a dork too, but still. You wouldn’t want anybody else by your side for the rest of your non-life. 

So, from that moment, once a year, you and Xavier chose to make the most of your ‘day off’ going on dates, like normal couples do. For over three decades.

Then, as they say, the sun comes up and reality sets in.

And every time, without skipping a year, having to go back to the camp and dealing with that dreadful reality killed Xavier’s mood drastically. His aching heart led him to want to pass the day after in complete isolation, lost in his thoughts, grieving about what he has lost.

“I need to be alone for a while, Y/N” he used to mumble with a shrug, his usual confidence gone all at once, “This ‘let’s play humans’ thing was a mistake.” 

And every single year you let him walk away, respecting what has now become a sort of ritual, of cathartic moment. Year after year seeing all those people living their lives, achieving their dreams, having a purpose, or just solely breathing was too much for Xavier. Realizing that he won’t ever have anything of this. For this reason, you always gave him space. But not today. You’ve always felt powerless; all you want is finding a way to let your boyfriend know that, as he had said decades ago, ‘it’s time to move on and accept your new reality’. No more sorrow. If there’s something you know is how to cheer up your favorite aerobics instructor. 

On this November 1st of what should be 2020, Xavier is, as well as the last twenty years, sitting on the dock by the lake and staring off into space, surrounded by a disturbing silence.

“Boo” you seductively whispered in the shell of his ear, appearing out of nowhere kneeled behind him.

“Nice try,” he replies sarcastically, albeit his tone was rather emotionless, plain. “…but I can tell when you’re around.” He doesn’t even turn, totally unimpressed by your weak attempt of scaring him.

“Lame” you smirk, suddenly getting up, “Thought you could use some company, tough boy.”

You can’t see his face but you’re sure he is rolling his eyes now. He just sighs. Oh, and do you love his drama queen manners.

Without a real invitation to join him, you sit down again, this time right next to him, swinging your legs off the dock. You stare at the same direction he’s looking at, nervously tapping your fingers on the hard-wooden planks to the beat of an 80’s song.

“So,” you casually begin, though he seems pretty lost in his own thoughts, “Why don’t we skinny dip? I bet that could wash away that sad face.” you grin, biting your lip. 

You’ve never been this cheeky before, but what’s wrong in testing the waters?! Honestly, you’re not even sure he is actually paying attention to what you’re saying; you feel almost lucky he acknowledged your presence. You sure as hell won’t budge or back off this time, you won’t indulge his annual pity party. This time you are more than determined to make your boyfriend feel better, even unleashing your secret anti-sadness weapon.

Evidently caught off guard from this unusual boldness, Xavier lifts his head and turns to you with a surprised look on his face, but frowning at the same time.

Damn it, how can he be so attractive even when he furrows his brows like that?

Right now, the glare of sunlight on the water is perfectly reflecting off his sharp features, and, in this one moment, it’s like everything else falls away, and it’s just the two of you. Nothing else matters but him. Just a few seconds and you’re positive you’re going to forget the reason why you are there in the first place.

It’s the soft sound of his voice that brings you back to reality.

“I’m not sad.”

You shoot him a spare-me-that-bullshit-glance, that doesn’t go unnoticed, since he immediately emphasizes what he said in an attempt to make it sound more convincing, a few octaves higher.

“I’m not sad, Y/N!”

Very well Xav, time to bring out the big guns then.

With what you think is the most serious and straight expression your face can make in that moment, you tenderly place a hand on this cheek, which results in his brows furrowing even more, as if he’s silently questioning your sudden change of demeanor. He’s already preparing to get your lecture when instead you come up with:

“Do you know why ghosts are terrible liars?”

With a combo of a dramatic pause and a poker face, you bite the inside of your cheek noting his confused and puzzled look, “You can see right through them.”

Xavier’s blue eyes suddenly widen, shocked by your brainless joke that you’re certain he wasn’t expecting. You remain silent and he looks at you with his mouth slightly open, completely speechless.

“No way, no no no,” his eyebrows raised even further, “You didn’t say what you’ve just said.” and despite his apparent grimace, he lets out a loud laugh he really can’t hold back.

“Any chance to unhear this cringe-worthy joke?”

“Oh stop, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Are you kidding me?” he dramatically snorts. Theatrical might be the right word to describe the way your boyfriend always reacts when he’s at a loss of words.

“If you were searching for a non-physical way to kill me, you just found it.” he puts a hand on his forehead.

“Then why are you laughing, blondie?” you tease him.

“Because you’re the worst comedian ever, baby.”

Yeah? A bulb glows on your head.

“I disagree. Now tell me, what do you call a ghost-comedian?”

“Don’t you dare.” he warns

“DEAD-FUNNY” you scream back, then bursting into laughter.

It starts as a chuckle, but soon Xavier can’t help but mirror your reaction, cracking up himself.

It’s a laughter that fills his lungs, so hard that it takes his breath away, loud yet so warm and pleasant. The lack of oxygen doesn’t matter. All the distress of the past few days melts; as long as you two stay together, the tension is relieved.

“Jeez, you’re lucky you’re the love of my life,” he lightly shakes his head, “...otherwise I would run away from you as fast as I can.” he lies, lightly bumping your shoulder.

Fixing quite unconsciously his signature bleached hair, always perfectly styled, has been his tic for ages. The first time you noticed it was when he nervously tried to divert attention from his blushing, finally bent on making a move on you. You two were friends, but head over the heels for each other.

He smiles at himself; even the thought alone of spending the eternity in that purgatory without you is inconceivable.

“Why don’t you write a book with all these bad jokes?!” he mocks you.

“Only with you as a ghostwriter!” and proud of your quick-but-cheap pun, you put on a massive shit-eating grin on your face.

“Are you fucking with me, Y/N?” Xavier smiles at you lovingly, pinching your side that he knows is a ticklish-weak-spot. 

Your body twitches to escape his hold and push his hands away, but when you grab his wrists something shifts inside you. Are your eyes clouded with…is it lust? You’re not sure what it is, but you give him a little smirk, and, much to Xavier’s surprise, you straddle him placing your hands on his toned chest.

“Not yet, babe…unless it is what you want.”

“God Y/N, you suck at flirting” he claims but the groan that slips out means he can’t hide his arousal as much as he would.

“Teach me, then. Still got the moves?” you slightly shift, making sure to adjust your position with a slow grind against his half-boner. He hisses and lets out a little moan in response.

“Very well, but I think we should work on your flexibility first.”

What follows is a series of slow open-mouthed kisses on your jaw and love bites on his neck. You will never get tired of this, not even in a million years.

“Hey, Romeo and Ghouliet! Stop fucking your brains out and get over here…we have a sort of guest.” Chet screams from the lakeshore.

“We are not!” You both manage to say, reluctantly interrupting your heated kiss.

“I’m dead dears, not stupid.” the brunette winks.

Damn cockblocker.

“A guest?” Xavier questions, tilting his head and looking at you as if you know what Chet is talking about. You shrug and ask the athlete who this person is and what exactly they want.

“I think it’s about our…condition. Clairvoyance shit, I don’t know. Her name is Billie Dean Howard or something.” Chet explains, not sure either what all this is about.

Xavier is the first to get up, helping you do the same.

“Maybe she’s just a ghost-obsessed freak who wants to reopen the camp?!” you wonder out loud and tenderly link your hand with your boyfriend’s, ready to go.

“Yeah, maybe. But it wouldn’t be a bad idea, though.”

[beck-a-leck]

OOPS! @valuvr03 got me thinking and having feels about Jak and Sig and I wrote a thing!

Set post-Jak3, cw for angst, alochol use, canonical character death, and Baby Jak feels! Approx 1.5k words. You can also read it on AO3!

Fair warning, it’s rough, I typed most of this on my phone so who knows what typos there may be.

What About the Boy?

Sig ducked out of the victory party early. Let it not be said that Daxter didn’t know how to scrape together enough booze and merriment to make even sand-crusted Wastelanders forget how truly broken the world was. That kid had a gift for bringing people together. But Sig wasn’t really in the mood for a party, even if he had cause to celebrate.

Before he had gone riding off to war, Damas had named Sig his successor to the Wasteland throne. Sig hadn’t actually thought that would be necessary. But Damas hadn’t made it back from Haven alive. His oldest friend and mentor was gone.

Haven didn’t mourn Damas like Spargus did. Haven had been without a king long enough to hardly miss him. Spargus had sent Damas off to the next life with all the pomp and ceremony he deserved. It was his wake that Sig left early, lingering near the back of the room as Daxter regaled an increasingly tipsy crowd with tales of his triumph over the Dark Makers. When the Ottsel was suitably distracted, Sig stole a bottle of the strongest stuff off the bar and slipped out the door.

He went up to the throne room, figuring nobody would bother looking for him there until tomorrow. The throne loomed in front of him – his throne now, he supposed – but he didn’t take his seat there yet. Instead he eased himself down on one of the lower steps, pulled off his boots, and soaked his feet in the cool water.

He was tired. Precursors, he was so fucking tired.

Sig opened the bottle, tossed the cap off over his shoulder, and took a long drink. He caught his reflection in the gently rippling surface of the water and laughed dryly. If Damas were here, he’d give Sig a swift kick in the ass for moping around like this. Nothing good ever came from sitting on your ass, feeling sorry for yourself.

Sig took another long drink. He stared at the tattoo on his arm, four letters that crawled around the skin, reminding him what was most important. Life. When it was new, it was meant to memorialize a friend, a comrade killed by a Metal Head. Over the years, more lives applied themselves to the ink beneath his skin. And now when he saw it, he would think of Damas and… and little Mar.

Biggest failure of Sig’s life.

It was his job to protect the kid, keep the baby safe from anyone who might want to hurt or use him. And when it came down to it, Sig hadn’t been there. Five minutes was the difference between him protecting the kid and his mom, and utter failure.

By now… the kid had to be dead. If he had been taken to Haven there was no way a kid that young and small could have survived everything that city had gone through. The Metal Head invasion, the war within the city, KG deathbots, and the collapse of the palace, too many children had died in Haven over the last couple years. Who was going to notice one more unclaimed orphan?

Sig had promised to bring Damas’ son back to him. He had failed that job too.

Maybe he should stop making promises.

The rattling elevator drew Sig’s attention. He looked up to tell whoever decided to bother him to go away, but the words died in his throat. He knew that blond hair and blue shirt. If anyone else deserved some time alone after everything, it was Jak.

The thrice minted hero dropped heavily onto the step beside Sig, he took the bottle when it was offered wordlessly. The kid had taken Damas’ death pretty hard. Sig wasn’t surprised, he had seen how much the younger man had grown to respect Damas. Hell, if things had been different, with a little more training and grooming, Sig wouldn’t have been surprised if he declared Jak his successor. They two of them were remarkably alike, in more ways than he suspected either of them realized.

Jak was watching Sig carefully, his eyes trained on his face. Several times he opened his mouth as if to speak, but opted for a drink instead. After the third of forth aborted conversation starter, Sig finally said, “Out with it, Chili Pepper, or just leave me to drink in peace.”

Jak was quiet for a moment more, as if he expected Daxter to jump in and start the conversation, but the Ottsel wasn’t here. The kid would have to get whatever was weighing him down off his chest on his own.

“I know what happened to Damas’ son.”

Sig turned to look at him fully, not quite sure he had heard that correctly. Hope bloomed in his chest. “Mar? You know where he is? Is he alive? Is he okay?”

Jak laughed dryly, quietly, “He’s had better days, but…” he reached into his pocket and pulled something out and placed it in Sig’s hands.

Sig knew what it was without having to even look properly. It was what he had been searching for for the last three years. Mar’s seal, the emblem that would identify the kid. He was supposed to always wear it; he hadn’t been without the seal since his birth!

“Where did you get this?”

“It’s mine,” Jak said.

“No.” Sig shook his head slowly. Jak wasn’t a thief, and he wouldn’t have taken this from a defenseless child, of even from a child’s dead body. Where the hell did he get this from?

Jak drew a deep breath. “You remember the kid Daxter and I went to rescue when we defeated Kor? The one with the Underground?”

Sig shrugged. He hadn’t been involved with the Underground or their side of the battle against the Baron. He had settled in with Krew in hopes the gang lord’s connections to even the darkest corners of the city would help him turn up any clue about the boy. But he vaguely remembered Daxter babbling about some kid that got sent through a rift gate. With a little prying, Jak had eventually revealed that he and his friends had traveled through time somehow, from peaceful Sandover village, Haven’s precursor.

“That kid was me. I was born in this place, in this time, but I grew up in Sandover. We had to send the kid back so he could grow up and become me, and destroy Kor, or he would stay in that time and be safe because I already saved him.” Jak shook his head. “Either way, before the kid left, he gave me the seal. Our seal of Mar.” Jak took the seal back and turned it over in his hands. He was quiet for a long moment before continuing. “I didn’t realize what the seal meant, nobody told me who his father was or why he was important. I didn’t even realize he was Damas’ son until he told me. When he was dying, he said I would know his son Mar from the seal he wore around his neck.”

Sig was dumbfounded. What Jak was suggesting was impossible. Little Mar was six years old, Jak was eighteen. He could accept that the kid Jak had connected with had been Mar, and that Mar was so far out of reach now, he couldn’t return. But the jump between Jak had connected to a lost little kid and had been given a gift, and Jak was that same kid, grown up and angry was a bit too far.

“It’s poor taste to joke about something like this, Jak,” he growled, “I’d expect that kind of shit from Daxter, not you.”

“I know it sounds crazy, Sig. Ask anybody, even Veger. He took me in the first place.”

Sig growled again at the mention of that rat-politician. Veger had always seemed suspicious, but he kept himself so scrupulously clean, even Krew didn’t have any dirt on the bastard. Sig had never been able to get close to him.

He looked back at Jak. His face was honest, even if he was doing his best to keep any emotion off it. Damas hadn’t liked showing weakness like that either. It wasn’t in Jak’s nature to joke about something like that, if he said that he and the kid were one and the same, and the kid was Damas’ son, then Jak believed that he was Damas’ son.

All this time, he had Damas’ son right there and he had never known. That trigger-happy lunatic with a death wish… he should have known. There was so much Damas in the kid. And, Sig realized, in a way he had kept his promise to Damas. He had found his son, protected him, taught him what his father couldn’t, kept an eye on him while he ran off trying to save the world. He had even returned Mar to his father – he had been the one to slip Ashelin the Wastelander beacon before the council exiled Jak.

Sig laugh, low and gentle, and threw his arm around Jak’s shoulders. “Shit, Chili Pepper, at least you made it back.” He fell sober for a moment, looking him over solemnly. “A shame Damas never knew but… he woulda been proud of you, Jak. I know he would have.”

Jak almost smiled, but Sig saw his eyes light up. “Thanks, Sig. I had a good teacher.”

[katierosefun]

author interview tag game

thank you for the tag, @pandora15! <3

Name: caroline

Fandoms: mostly the clone wars, but i also have some marvel stuff, and waaay back in the day, i wrote some doctor who and merlin stuff!

Where you post: primarily on ao3! i mostly just write on tumblr when i’m accepting prompts from like...ask games or something.

Most Popular Oneshot: real

Most Popular Multichap: to these memories (this fic only recently hit 1k kudos, and my heart?? w h a t)

Favorite Story You’ve Written: def. to these memories because a) longest fic i’ve ever written, and b) oh, the hours i logged into writing this fic, and c) oh, the outlining that went into this fic...i’m very proud of myself for completing the fic, and of course, i credit this to everyone who showed their lovely support for the story. :’)

Fic You Were Nervous to Post: uhhh definitely too far just because it’s...rather personal. i sometimes say that there’ll be a scene or two or just straight up a line or two that’s plucked out of my real life, and i think it’s inevitable for writers of any kind, including fic writers, to isolate their real lives completely from whatever they’re writing, and?? this fic is probably the most personal for me because of that. i remember kinda hem-hawwing about posting it, because i was like whoa, maybe this is a little too personal? but then i steeled myself and was like, “okay, well, would this have lifted my spirits when i needed a story like this??” and then decided to post it.

How you choose your titles: i def. toss and turn between titles! there’s a few fics of mine that are straight-up song lyrics (no surprise there), but to my surprise (as i was looking through my catalogue of fics just now), i realize that a lot of my fics are usually just words or two about what i think might have been extremely important to the story. (or captures the overall tone/theme of the story, anyways.)

Do you outline? for multi-chapter fics and relatively long one-shots with lots of moving parts, i’ll outline. but for shorter one-shots and prompts, i’ll usually just stick with the image that compelled me to write the prompt/one-shot in the first place! (and then kinda write around that.)

Complete: uhhhhh, i’m gonna answer relatively for all my clone wars fics, because in total, i have 74 completed fics. (make that...75, hopefully in a few minutes or hours!) but out of clone wars fics, i have 46 completed fics! (and again, hopefully 47 in a little while.) a part of me is lowkey hoping that i’ll get up to 100 total fics by the end of this year. a part of me highly doubts it, but given how much i was able to write over summer break, i’m...intruiged if i wind up somehow writing another twenty or so fics by the end of this year. (asfsf my wip list is long enough to fill in for another twenty fics. caroline finish all your wips challenge.)

In Progress: okay, so officially, time, wondrous time is in progress and online. but in terms of the works in progress on my laptop...i have...*mutters, counting* fourteen official wips. (ten of them are one-shots, and the other four are longform fics. one of them, i’m hoping to release next week (!!!), and another, i’m hoping to release hopefully around mid-december. uhhh so fingers crossed??)

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: oops, i guess i kinda already answered that question, but eh, might as well! the one coming out next week (hopefully!! caroline get your shit together challenge!!) is titled most ardently, and it’s an obitine au based off pride & prejudice because i cannot and will not shut up about obitine being the period drama ship out of star wars okay--

and then the other longform fic that is very overdue is called getting lost in a big galaxy, which is a fix-it of sorts taking place after season 5. anakin’s gone missing, and obi-wan winds up going on a galaxy-ride road trip with ahsoka (who, remember, has left the order) to find their idiot. this is honestly my excuse to just write more obi-wan and ahsoka content. hopefully, that’ll be posted in december!! (despite the fact i...originally meant to post it in august oOps.)

and then there’s this other longform fic which...might be coming in early 2021 called red, underlined, which is essentially...uh. everyone’s a stressed out law-school student, and anakin might have accidentally murdered professor palpatine, and now anakin, obi-wan, ahsoka, padme, and rex are all trying to find out what the hell to do with themselves because they’re all in on it. (def. influenced by how to get away with murder except without the criminal justice professor to lead them through the ropes. so more chaos. kind of a dark comedy vibe, if anything else? anakin no is major theme in this one. uh, i mean, maybe anakin was justified in murdering creep palpatine because our gang’s gonna find out what was going on in the background, but either way! lots of “holy shit are we good people are we bad people what are we doing”. lots of questions about morality! ethics! law school student study nights with anakin sprawled out on the floor and obi-wan wearing glasses (which he pushes up the bridge of his nose whenever he’s about to lecture anakin that no, that’s not how that statute works, dumbass) and ahsoka just bringing snacks and rex catching paper airplanes and padme being the one to supply everyone with very neat flashcards. this fic is gonna be an absolute beheamoth, and i’m estimating about 45 chapters? like...130K+ words? help? yeah idk either this really blew up in my head

and then...this stupid, wonderful, boring, amazing job, which is...office x tcw au. only not? it’s very, very loosely based off the office, but not really. obi-wan moves in as a new manager of a company, and we’ve got anakin being like “lol new guy i’m gonna mess with him”, and ahsoka being the one who’s both like “please don’t mess with our new boss” but also being like “actually, wait, lemme help”, rex being in hr and being like “i don’t get paid enough for this”. (also there’s some parts that are written like actual interviews like you would find in the office, so there’s this one bit where uhhh

Obi-Wan flicks his eyes to the cameras in silent question before turning back to Ahsoka. “Well, if you need to call maintenance, then I hardly think you need my permission—”

“Thanks!” Ahsoka says quickly, and she’s about to disappear from the doorway when Obi-Wan stands up.

“Wait, Ahsoka, what exactly—”

Ahsoka re-appears at the doorway. “Oh, right,” she says. “Um—maybe just stay away from the men’s bathroom for a little bit.” She pauses.

“Actually, just stay away from them for the rest of the day.” She hovers by the door for a minute longer, and then she adds quickly, “And maybe also avoid the breakroom. Everything’s fine!”

And with a perfectly not-fine smile, Ahsoka disappears from the doorway.

Obi-Wan stares at where Ahsoka was just a moment ago, and the he turns to the cameras in disbelief. “Did she just—” Unable to finish his own sentence, Obi-Wan starts out the door. “Ahsoka?”

The camera follows Obi-Wan out of the conference room and into the breakroom. There are only muffled shouts—Anakin’s shouts, and then Rex’s, and then Ahsoka’s frantic “no, sorry, everything’s fine!”, and then Obi-Wan’s loud, “What is going on in here?”

surprise y’all just got a snippet i’m sorry can you tell i’m weirdly into this au?? i need to rewrite some scenes but uh there you go

Prompts: for the most part, yes! i have some stuff in my faq about prompts that i’ll probably turn down (mostly anything that’s...above a certain rating/really, realy heavy themes that i just don’t think i can tackle with justice or with enough education on my end). i can be a little slow with prompts, but i’ll get to all of them in time!

Upcoming Work You’re Most Excited About: uhhhh i have too many that i’m excited about. literally i can write a mini essay on every single one of the fics i’m working on? but uhhh i guess since i already talked about all my major longform fics above (asdfasdfsd didn’t mean to do that, i’m so sorry for everyone who had to scroll past that word-vomit), i guess the one i’m most excited about releasing is the post season 7 obi-wan-and-ahsoka-finally-talk-about-how-they-miss-each-other-also-sorry-for-fighting-with-you-i-know-you-were-just-trying-your-best fic. (not a whole ton of spoilers for this one, but uh. i’m looking at some of these scenes and making frustrated sounds because there’s this one particular instance where i’m like, ahsoka. ahsoka just talk to him just ta lk to him but then lol no talking :)) also maybe some h/c? lowkey sickfic might be involved in this somehow? might have accidentally served as a precursor to to these memories? help? this fic just ballooned. caroline keep your ideas contained challenge!)

No Pressure Tags: @lightasthesun @soplantyourownflowers @ohhellokenobiand anyone else who wants to join!

[chowtrolls]

(See You At Your) Funeral

Length: 1905 Words TW: Alcohol Ment at the beginning, but never again. Otherwise, none.  Brief: Leuken and Miykie/Maldov talk to Magnus after he ditches Romune. Credits: Leuken is @/the-lime-gangs Here’s the song I listened to while writing this!

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After leaving Romune’s hive, Magnus couldn’t bear to face his squadron. Not just yet. He decided to hunker down in a grimy hotel until the next night. He had expected to get terribly drunk on cheap hotel alcohol, but all he ended up doing was lie on the gritty bed and stare at the ceiling. He didn’t remember falling asleep. He did remember his alarm going off bright and early, as it always had for work. With a groan, he sat up to face the music. 

The dock where the ship rested was bustling with trolls. Magnus didn’t look at any of them. He had learned a long time ago to simply mind his own when he walked. While his head was held high, his gaze was on the floor in front of him. He didn’t stop when familiar trolls said his name in greeting. He stepped onto the ship, the same ship he had been on ever since joining the Fleet, and made his way directly for his office. 

Yvatte, one of the younger rusts on the squadron, attempted to say hello as Magnus walked past. When he was subsequently ignored, he turned to Zakrai with a puzzled expression. The older bronze patted his shoulder and shook his head. 

Magnus threw open the door to his office. Maldov, who was seated in Magnus’ desk chair, jumped as the door slammed. Leuken, who leaned back in his chair, simply glowered. Magnus looked down at the two rusts and found himself growing angry. First off, how dare Maldov sit in his chair. And how dare Leuken look at him with such a sour expression. Bastards. 

Magnus pointed towards the open door. "Get off the ship. Go hive. I have work to do."

Leuken didn’t move. He narrowed his eyes at the taller purple and leaned forward slightly, "Naw. Somethin's up, Magnus. You never fuckin' slam that door. What the fuck'd'y'do?" Leuken’s expression softened slightly. He leaned back in his seat as Magnus was silent, "I ain' acting as your little soldier right now. I'm actin as your friend. A son."

This just upset Magnus further. Leuken was nothing more than a soldier, he had no right to act as a friend. Magnus didn’t have friends. This was the Fleet, dammit, if you have friends then they’re destined to die. Or get blown up and go AWOL until your squadron so rudely pushes you to reunite. Oops. Magnus stood up straight and folded his arms over his chest. He made himself appear taller and bigger, it was an age old intimidation tactic he had learned when he was younger. Finally came to good use. 

"That's none of your business. You are not my friend, you're part of my squadron, and right now you're on leave. I repeat, Petty Officer." 

"Really? You're going to puff up at me?" Leuken scoffed in disbelief. 

Maldov anxiously reached across the desk and lightly tugged on Leuken’s sleeve. He muttered something too soft for Magnus to hear. Leuken disregards this entirely. With horror growing on his face, Maldov watches Leuken stand up and up to Magnus. Leuken was only a few inches shorter than the purple but the way Magnus looked down at him made Maldov worried. There were practically flames in his gaze. 

There were literal flames at Leuken’s fingertips. Keeping his fire psionics contained proved to be difficult when he was angry. 

"I'm not scared of you like the others are. You're clearly fucking angry over something, and you need to calm the hell down. Did you fucking ditch him? Did you Magnus?" Leuken’s voice raised in pitch as he grew angrier. While he cared about his sergeant, he couldn’t believe what he had done. Silence settled around them, only proving what Leuken said to be true. As Leuken spoke, the yellows in Magnus’ eyes turned orange.He lifted his chin to further accentuate his height. Maldov nervously looked down at the desk. There were only a few pens; nothing that could stop the sergeant from hurting Leuken. 

"What I did is none of your concern. Are you defying orders, Leuken?" Magnus tilted his head slightly, raising a brow. He didn’t use Leuken’s official title, giving the rust a chance to back down before he wrote him up. But even as he stood there, glaring down at the rust, Magnus knew Leuken was right to be angry. A seed of doubt had rooted in his chest and was starting to grow. 

"You ditched him, and you denying it is all I need to know. Whatever Magnus. Throw your chance away. You have a choice this time on whether to leave him or not." Leuken hesitated for a moment, letting his words sink in. Then he left the office, brushing past Magnus. As he walked by, his psionics singed the corner of Magnus’ uniform.

Before Leuken was completely gone, Magnus finally broke. He could feel what little confidence he had deflate as quickly as a balloon. 

“You wouldn’t understand.” He felt like a wriggler for saying that. How could Leuken understand? He didn’t abandon his mate. Magnus’ eyes settled on Maldov, who was still sitting in his chair. Bastard, sitting in HIS chair. Who did he think he was? 

Leuken stopped in the doorway. He looked over his shoulder, calmer now, "He remembers you, Magnus. I saw it when I showed him that picture of you.” He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. Magnus was silent and refused to look at him. "I think I would. I thought Miykie was dead for sweeps. I'm returning the favor, Magpie. Take the chance." With that, Leuken finally left. He returned to the bunkers. The rest of the squadron knew better than to question him on what just happened. 

Maldov looked up at Magnus. He had two options: run away to Leuken like a scared wriggler or fix this disaster. Magnus narrowed his eyes as Maldov leaned back in the desk chair. He folded his hands behind his head, kicked his feet up on the desk and raised a brow. Magnus hesitated for a moment before closing the door to the office. Part of him wanted to beat the absolute shit out of Maldov. But instead, he took a seat in one of the smaller chairs in front of the desk. He rested his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. 

“I fucked up, Molly.” 

“Aye, boss.” 

“How do I fix this?” Magnus looked up slightly, dragging his hands down his face. When he looked at Maldov, the rust just shrugged. 

“...’how do y’ think y’ fix it, aye?” 

Magnus glowered at Maldov. The desire to smack him came back. “You’re no fuckin’ help.” 

“Tsk tsk, I’m more help than y’think. Y’know how yer gunna fix it. Lu be damned. So, Boss, I repeat, ‘ow you gunna fix this?” Maldov watched Magnus closely. 

“I can’t be with him Molly. He deserves better than that. He deserves someone who’s gunna look for him if he goes missin’. Someone who’d be there. I’m stuck on a ship constantly. I only got approved t’ come back on planet to check on Officer Leuken.”

“So don’t be wit him. But be there fer ‘im. Besides, didja even give it a shot?” Maldov laughed softly, bitterly, “You didn’ come in ‘ere lookin’ like you jus spent the day with the love of yer life.” 

Magnus was silent. 

Maldov sat up, putting his feet back flat on the ground. He leaned against the desk and folded his hands together. 

“Magnus, ‘ere’s what yer gunna do. Aye? Y’ listenin’?” Maldov waited for Magnus to nod, “Okay, good. Yer gunna go back to that blasted blueblood. ‘N yer gunna apologize. Not some shitty ‘sorry aye ditched ye’ sorta shit, nay, yer gunna be genuine wit that man. Now I know Rom, ‘e’s a nice fellow. So if ‘e’ll ‘ave ya, yer gunna stick wit him. Give it a shot.” 

“And what if it doesn’t work? What if the guilt is too much to bear?” Magnus’ voice was soft. 

“Then you leave.” Maldov nodded. He was silent afterwards. That was it. The end of the Molly pep-talk. Magnus waited a moment to let Molly’s words really settle. Then he nodded and stood up slowly. He felt his knees crack as he stood. Disgusting. He stared at Maldov for a moment longer, the rust looking back at him expectedly. His eyes said it all. 

Magnus turned and left, leaving the door to the office open. He headed straight for the bunkers. Leuken laid on his bunk, back to the door. Magnus crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. He cleared his throat. Leuken sat up slowly and turned to him. 

"Well? You going to give up on it?" Leuken raised a brow as he spoke. 

Magnus raised a brow as well. He had to tell himself to not scold Leuken for being so rude, it wasn’t the time. After a moment, he finally spoke,  "Stay here for a few more days. But don't let the squad sit and do nothing. Offer to organize the weapons bunker. That should keep y'all entertained- and on Deadbite's good side- until I get back."

"...alright." Leuken stood slowly and paused to stretch. He walked up to Magnus with a mischievous grin, "Don't ever puff up to me again. You look stupid, Magpie." With that final word, Leuken returned to the office where Maldov sat. 

Magus heaved a sigh. He pushed off the door frame before noticing the rest of the crew watching him. His brow furrowed in annoyance. Rotten kids. 

“The fuck are you lookin’ at me for? Get to work.” Despite his bitter expression, his tone was soft. The crew scrambled away to make themselves busy. 

---

After the asteroid belt the ship had gone through, Magnus knew it would stay on Alternia for a while. He had plenty of time to return to that beaten down hotel for a couple days. Just long enough for him to think. He didn’t consider what would happen when he went back to Romune, if the blueblood would even accept him. He just knew Maldov was right, he had to go back. He had to try. At least give it a chance. 

Magnus gave Romune no warning. He decided, in the middle of the night, that he was finally brave enough to head over to Romune’s once more. The hotel wasn’t far from his hive, and luckily Magnus remembered the way. The night was brisk. His uniform jacket barely kept him warm enough. Stopping to grab flowers crossed his mind. But Romune was never the cheesy type, not how Magnus remembered him. 

His thoughts were empty as he stood before the blueblood’s hive once more. The air, while cold, was still. He couldn’t even hear the river behind the hive. He heard nothing but his own pusher beating steadily in his chest. Like a drum. It felt as if the damn thing would jump through his throat at any moment. 

Magnus swallowed the last bit of pride he had and went to knock on the door. The painfully familiar sound of the lock switching made him freeze right before his balled fist made contact.  He stared down at the door handle with wide eyes. His pusher sped up when he tested the door knob. 

It was unlocked. 

[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Tolkien Writing Prompts

This is just a compiled list of prompts I’ve collected from Pinterest and other random places, but really only work in Tolkien’s world.  I have other prompt lists that get more specific or more vague as well.  If you want to use one in a request to me, just use the following ‘Character Name and Prompt No. 35 from the Tolkien Prompt list’ for example + some details if you’d like.

There’s quite a bit on this list, so be wary….  I mean, it’s only like 110 prompts…  Also, I did not organize it.

Key:  

‘*’ Denotes something that could be used as dialogue.

[*] Denotes a swear word that I removed.

"But what is power?"  "Loyalty."

The girl wrote in the journal as fluidly as the fish swam in the sea, or birds rode the wind.  It was beautiful, how gracefully she crafted her spells.

Stab Options: Slowly raise their hand to the wound and/or pull out the weapon impaling them while everyone stares in horror before collapsing to the ground from shock and/or blood loss and being caught just in time by a friend/lover.

Hide the wound beneath a dark item of clothing in preparation for the dramatic reveal later where another character touches them and their hand comes away bloody or they overexert themselves and they stumble and wince but still try to insist that they're fine, even though they are clearly in pain and struggling to stay on their feet.  And as the other character peels back their jacket it becomes clear that they're badly hurt and have been for awhile.

Character A tilting Character B's chin up to get a better look at their face and the evidence of the fight.  Character A delicately thumbs away the streak of blood by Character B's mouth, saying nothing as they examine it.  After a brief pause, Character B's heart skips a nervous beat as Character A looks them dead in the eyes.  Their voice is quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained.  "Who did this to you?"

"I will deny you death until you beg me for it."

As teenagers, a boy and a girl agree to marry if neither have by their [age] birthday.  Follow the boy as he attempts to sabotage every relationship the girl has till then.

"I loved the woman you were before.  Not this monster."

"I dare you to touch her again."

"By the gods!  You love her, don't you."

"Why am I always the one carrying you?"

"Is there a reason your knees are shaking and your hand is squeezing like there's no tomorrow?"

"You've got a little something... Right there...  No, there."

"And if I don't?"

"Make me."

"Can't you pretend to love me?  Just once?"

"Is that b-blood?"

"Kiss it and make it better."

"Stay by my side... Please."

"Come on, dance in the rain with me."

"Fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice, shame on m-"

"You're not as evil as people think you are."  "No, I'm much worse."

He pulled against the ropes with all his might, but they wouldn't give.  "Don't bother," a voice said.  He looked up to discover a thin girl bound with the same rope.  Although it was dark, he could see her bruised eyes and wrists.  "I already tried."

"You think you have a choice, and that's sweet and all, but it's time you take the knife and do what you were made to do."

"You-you are-"  "Beautiful, a genius, immensely talented-" "Dangerous."

He was leaning against the wall trying to support his own bodyweight, and his gasps of

pain were like music to her ears.

"You just killed five men, what do you have to say for yourself?"  "Oops?"

Every person on the planet is born with a tattoo on each arm.  One matches your soulmate and one matches your worst enemy.  However, most people have no clue which is which.  You do, because they are both the same.

"I feel nothing for you.  Absolutely nothing!"  "Is that so?"  His tone was amused, which only irritated me more.  "Yep.  Nothing."  He took one step towards me with a smirk on his face.  I swallowed, refusing to back up.  He laughed at my discomfort.  "Relax, Princess, I am not going to jump on you."  That relieve me somewhat, until he added, "not until you ask me to anway."

"You have to go, you have to run away!"  "Run from who?"  "From me."

"Small fire!  I said to set a small fire!  This is not small!"

Two people, running away from a blind, arranged marriage, in which one is supposed to marry the other, meet on the road by coincidence and fall in love with each other.

*Not every prince is charming.

"What?  Do you think I enjoy this?  This infatuation of mine?  This horrible need to know you are okay?  To realize you can hurt me in a way no one for the past [amount of time] has been able to?"  "Well, stop it then!  If caring about me is such a nuisance to you, stop it!  It doesn't do much for either one of us."  "I CAN'T.  That's what kills me.  The fact that you can even ask that of me just shows how ignorant you are about the power you have over me."

Non-elves can't tell the difference between 2,000 year olds and 5,000 year olds.  There is a 2,000 year old elf in the tavern counting on this.

"No one has to know about us, I know this could ruin you."

"You broke me and now you expect me to follow you out onto the battlefield?  NO.  The answer is NO."

"You take me instead, do you hear me?  Give her back and take me instead."

"Wait, something doesn't feel right."

"Did you hear that?"

"Stay here and don't move.  I'll be right back."

"You told me you were okay!  You promised!"

"Why didn't you tell?!"

"How long have you been covering this?!"

"You've been trying to deal with this yourself?

"We could have prevented this!"

"If you didn't want to be a burden, you should have gotten it treated right!"

"You didn't think it was that bad?  Are you looking at it?!"

"You are not fine!"

"Do you want to know the hardest thing about having a soulmate?  It's not the separation in the beginning, not the endless nights lying awake, hoping and praying tha someone was made for you.  It's... It's the love.  It's too strong, and you can't fight it.  I've tried. Believe me, I've tried...  But I'm always going to love you.  And I need you to know that."

"You would risk the lives of millions for one person?  Why?"  "Because it's not just one

life...  It's yours."

"This might sound selfish, but I don't care about the world.  I only care about you."

"I still believe there is a good person in you."

"It was necessary."  

"Did you think I really cared about you?"

"This was my plan all along."

"There was no other way."

"How cute.  Struggle all you want, you won't be leaving this place."

"This is what you get from trusting me."

"It's too late to go back."

"I'm sorry this had to go down like this."

"That's right, I lied."

"It's all for a good cause."

"You were so stupid.  You should have known."

"Just so you know... I don't regret anything."

"Shame.  I kind of liked you."

"This is my responsibility."

"You will no longer love me if you see who I truly am."

"I'm a monster."  "No, you're not."

"You'd better put that knife down."

"But I did all of this for you..?"  "I didn't want you to kill anyone."

You press your ear against the wall, just in time to hear the scream.

He/She kissed his/her brow as the world around them burned.  "See you in the next life, my love."  He/She whispered.

"Is everything supposed to go dark?"

"You better not die on me."

"They got a lucky shot..."

"Next time don't call me over only to find you in a pool of your own blood!"

"You need to keep pressure on it."

When a character doesn't realize they've been shot or whatever and their hand brushes against their side and comes away wet with blood, and they're just staring at it like WTF is this and then their knees just totally give out on them and they sink down, maybe gasping a little as the reality finally hits them.

 A character that knows they've been shot, but waits until the rest of their crew is out of sight to put their hand against the slowly spreading stain of blood on their shirt, then trying to steady their breathing so they can follow without letting on how injured they are.

When a character doesn't realize they've been shot or whatever and their hand brushes against their side and comes away wet with blood, and they're just staring at it like WTF is this and then their knees just totally give out on them and they sink down, maybe gasping a little as the reality finally hits them.

 A character that knows they've been shot, but waits until the rest of their crew is out of sight to put their hand against the slowly spreading stain of blood on their shirt, then trying to steady their breathing so they can follow without letting on how injured they are.

"I loved you at your darkest."

 The fighter frowned when I stepped into the ring, his stance slackening a little as he took in the sight of me.  The roar of the crowd was deafening as they grew rowdy, waiting for the fight to start.  But he said, in a low growl of a voice, "I don't fight girls."  My lip curled as I replied, "too bad, because I fight boys."  And knocked his legs out from under him.

"Hand over the girl."  "Not going to happen."

"You go ahead, I'll hold them off for as long as I can."

A princess runs away because of an arranged marriage, befriends a gang of outlaws, falls in love with one of them, only to find out he's actually the prince she was supposed to marry, who also ran away.

"Where is he?"  "My Lady..."  "Answer me."

"Something strange happened here."

"Wait, when did I take off my clothes?"

"Fix her."  "No."  "Because you can't or you don't want to?"  "Because she'll break again.  And you'll be back here, on my doorstep, begging me once more to fix something that wasn't meant to be fixed."  "So you don't want to?"  The healer's eyes were cold.  "No."

First she realized she was pregnant, then she realized her baby would only be half-human.

The shackles grazed against her wrists as she changed position in an attempt to get comfortable.

You live in a world where your soulmate is unable to hurt you, intentionally or otherwise.  You are fighting in a war when one of the enemy's knives harmlessly glances off of you.

My head pounded as the toxin flood my veins, but when I looked at her, I could tell what it was doing to her was much worse.

"The world is ruthless, unforgiving.  I came to realize that long ago when my wife was stolen from me."  She lifted her hood to reveal her face.  "She wasn't stolen.  She left."

 "I"m the daughter of a King who forgot my name."

 "Go to him.  He waits for you."

*He became King because he wanted to marry you.

 One night, a dark King appeared and offered me his hand, his heart, and his Kingdom.

 Arranged marriage AU where I am the Prince/Princess who sneaked out to a tavern and while I was there I got into a fist fight with another patron.  Fast forward to the next day where I am meeting the person who has been engaged to me since birth and oh wow your eye looks horrible, what did I do.

 Your father is forcing you to marry someone you've never met.  The night before your wedding you tie your sheets together and make your escape through the window.  Halfway down, you make eye contact with someone doing the exact same thing a few windows over.

 Our siblings are in an arranged marriage and so we see each other at awkward social gatherings between our Kingdoms.

 We fell in love, so how do we convince our parents that an arranged marriage between us would be a politically good idea?

 *And mighty we became.

 In the heat of the moment, whether this is a fight, chase, or the characters are under gunfire; they escape and get to cover.  However all is not well when Character A turns to see Character B leaning heavily against a wall, clutching at their side.  Character B slowly looks up and shows a blood covered hand before saying, "so.  Slight problem," before collapsing onto the floor.

  Imagine your OTP getting ready for bed and Person A is sitting on the bed.  Person B tries to sneak up on them with a hug or a kiss, but Person A has quick reflexes and thinks they're being attacked.  So they accidentally hit Person B in the face and they fall back onto the bed.  Person A quickly realizes who it was then, and keeps saying sorry really fast and hugs them and kisses where it hurts.

 I knew I shouldn't watch, that she/he wouldn't want me to.  But the way the water slipped around her/his bare skin rooted me in place.  The moon shown down on us both, alighting her/him in beauty and me in sin.

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Three Years Later...

A/N:

Okay so first, I’m sorry this took so long to post; I got really busy with my classes and internship but I was so excited to write this one. Second, it got a little bit away from the request so sorry again for that but I hope you like it! Third, prepare for some serious angst, I was listening to Hozier and Lord Huron when I wrote it, oops.

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Pairing: Danny Wagner x reader

Word Count: 1200

Warnings: angst, probably some bad writing

Requested by: Anon- “Hi!!! Could you do something where Danny is in love with reader but she is a Kiszka (cousin) and he is scared because maybe the boys will get angry with him?? Thank you!!”

You stared out the window as the trees passed quickly by, humming along to the familiar song playing on the 70s radio station. Your parents were discussing some TV show that they’ve been keeping up with but you weren’t really paying much attention to the conversation in the front of the car. Too many thoughts were racing through your head as you got closer to the tiny Michigan town that you once knew so well. It’d been three years since you were last there, spending almost every summer at your cousins’ house. You had so many fond memories at the Kiszka residence, hanging out with the boys— mostly with Sam, since you two were only a few months apart in age. You felt a slight pain in your chest, remembering how you used to be so close but had somehow grown so far apart these past few years. You don’t really know how it happened, but after a while you became busy with school and part-time jobs and they all had the band. Next thing you knew it’d been three years and now here you were, heading back to Frankenmuth for Sammy’s high school graduation party.

You were ecstatic at the thought of seeing your cousins again, but that couldn’t keep your anxiety from creeping up into your brain. What if it’s awkward? What if they don’t even care that I’m there? What about Danny? The last thought was one you’d been suppressing since you found out about the party. The last summer that you had spent in Frankenmuth, Danny was over all the time to hang out with Sam, so you were together a lot. By mid-July you had admitted to yourself that you had some strong more-than-friends feelings for the dark-haired boy. He was gentle and shy, but never hesitant to gang up on Sam with you. You decided to tell him how you felt, but that was a huge mistake. Not because he didn’t feel the same way, in fact, you can remember it like yesterday when he said “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met.” 

But then he broke your heart, for he told you that you could never be together. He was worried because your cousins were very protective. They scared away any boy or girl that you wanted to be with, and Danny was sure that they would do the same to him. That night you cried yourself to sleep, using a pillow to silence your sobs. The following summer you convinced your parents to send you to camp with your friend Shannon instead of going to Michigan. You couldn’t bear to go back there, and you couldn’t tell anyone why. 

“Y/N? We’re here.” Your mother’s voice seemed like a whisper as you were still stuck in your thoughts. Blinking yourself back to reality, you looked up to see that house right in front of you. It looked so familiar, but like something that you once saw in a dream. Opening the car door, the scent of Michigan summer air hit you like a punch to the face. You breathed it in deeply, and felt your nerves start to calm.

The party was already in full swing; you followed your parents to the backyard where you all greeted relatives, some of which you hadn’t seen since you were a small child. Suddenly you felt two arms wrap around your waist and you were in the air, being swung around in a circle. When your feet hit the ground you were still dazed by what had just happened, but you felt your lips turn up into the grandest smile as your eyes fell upon the beautiful face in front of you. 

He pulled you in for a tight hug, and spoke with his mouth next to your ear, “I’m so glad you’re here Y/N, I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too Sam. I can’t believe how tall you are! And your hair is so long!”

“Yeah” he said with a giggle as brought a hand up to rustle his long locks. Besides appearances, he really hadn’t changed a bit. Your reunion with the twins went about the same way. Your nerves were all for nothing you began to tell yourself when you caught a glimpse of long, frizzy black hair out of the corner of your eye. Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest and his eyes met yours from across the yard. He stared at you for a few seconds before he grinned and shook his head, long legs beginning to take quick strides in your direction. Then he was there, right in front of you, smiling down with such joy in his eyes. 

“Hi” you squeaked out.“Hi” Danny replied, so quiet it was barely audible. “Come here” he spoke as he pulled you in for a hug. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as yours went around his waist. With your face pressed into his chest you could smell him, and suddenly you felt so comfortable that you could melt right there into him and never move for the rest of your life. That feeling was over way too soon as he pulled away, but at least you got to look at his face again. You wanted to stare at him for hours, the edges of his features that were so sharp blended perfectly with the softness of his eyes and lips. You didn’t know how long you just stood there, staring at each other. It felt like an eternity, but it still wasn’t long enough. 

You were so entranced in looking at his face that you almost didn’t notice the presence of another person suddenly next to Danny. He turned to her and gestured to you saying “This is Y/N, the Kiszka’s cousin.” You stuck your hand out to shake hers and Danny continued speaking “Y/N, this is my girlfriend, Monica.” Your breath stuck in your throat and your smile fell from your face.“I’m so glad you could make it, I’ve heard so much about you!” she exclaimed sincerely. You forced a smile back onto your face and nodded again to acknowledge her words, but your eyes were on him. And his were on her. You recognized the way he looked at her. It was the same way that he looked at you when he told you he loved you. You excused yourself to use the restroom and headed towards the house.

Suddenly you were standing on the front porch. You don’t remember walking through the house, although you could’ve walked through there blindly you knew it so well. You sat on the step in front of you, buried your face into your knees and let the tears fall from your eyes. A minute later the front door creaked open and then shut again. Soft footsteps approached your place on the steps and the figure came down to sit next to you, a long arm wrapping around your torso. “I’m sorry” Sam whispered as he pulled you into him, softly rubbing your arm. You turned your head into his chest let your tears stain his shirt.

[save-the-spiral]

Can you use the random word generator to generate three words, then write a story about an OC of yours who could reasonably fit all three? If you do, thanks :)

Generated Words: Crouch, House, Share. (word generator)

Made a direct continuation of a zombie apocalypse drabble I wrote two years ago, oops! (link to that) I continued it and added on, fleshing out the world and adding in characters of mine >:3

Content warnings for blood, guns, zombies, apocalypse scenarios, implied child abuse, medical stuff mention, and I did accidentally write a tiny gross bit about how bad zombies smell, oops. 

"Thanks again." Haley said.

"No problem! My group tries to help out anyone we can find." Irisi, a tall, lithe woman with pale brown skin and many freckles, was standing confidently, rifle slung over her back, the strap bisecting her heavy trench coat and leather vest underneath. Small dark stains on the coat revealed how she hadn't always been up in a perch when fighting zombies.

"But still-!" Noah was still breathing heavily, eyes fixed on the woman. "You didn't have to, so thanks, really. I don't know what I'd do without Haley."

Haley blushed, turning to look at the horizon. "So, you've got a group?" She changed the subject.

Irisi perked up even more. "Yeah, my dad, my girlfriend, and her brother and dad. Our dads were doctors- a surgeon and family doctor. The rest of us know basic first aid too- that's how we help people, we know our ways around hospitals too, so we've got a stockpile of supplies."  

“Sounds like a good set up.” Noah said blankly. “Well, we should get going, we’re heading across the city-”

“No-!” Irisi cut him off, then awkwardly shuffled in place before talking again. “I mean, you can stay with us. We found this gated community, we cleared it all out- so you can come pick a house and stay.” 

Haley snorted now, mouth twisting into a scowl. “What’s the catch?” 

“Catch?” Irisi’s amber eyes caught the light of the sunset, and she squinted at Haley.

“Yeah. Catch.” Haley’s eyes flashed with anger as she stepped forward, Noah automatically moving behind her, unknowingly in sync. “Nothing in this world is free anymore, Irisi.” 

The unspoken knowledge that the world didn’t give a fuck about fairness made Noah want to sigh and just take a year long nap, but it wasn’t the time for that. Maybe later.

“I-” Irisi bit her lip, turning away. “I don’t know what you want me to say here. My group does our best to not hurt or take advantage of others unless provoked. We could meet outside of our base first, if that made you feel better? We wouldn’t have a home advantage or anything?” 

“Fine.” Haley relented, all gratitude gone now, taking her endless anger out on a stranger as opposed to her brother, the only person she cared about nowadays.

Noah stepped in, "There's a cleared out diner two streets away, with the most god awful gold and blue booths inside. We can meet there."

Irisi simply nodded, eyes darting to look at Haley with a new wariness, and ran off, hopping from roof to roof carefully.

"Stop acting like a bitch, Haley." Noah muttered sharply, hefting his golf club back over his shoulder and turning, looking down at the alleyway they had escaped from. The dozen zombies were now feasting on the one Irisi shot. His lip curled with disgust as the undead ripped open their fallen ally, the stench of rotten innards and whatever the zombie had stuffed inside itself now wafting upwards. 

The more recent ones smelled even worse in his opinion, but that's just the combination of fruits and vegetables and whatever processed crap people scavenged and rotted meat. 

"We'll have to get down to the diner, Noah." Haley finally said, her voice small and apologetic in a way that meant more than any 'sorry'. 

"Sure thing, Hales." The nickname was an indicator that everything is okay, so when Noah turned to look at his twin, her shoulders were relaxing slightly. 

Making their way through the streets in early spring was a dichotomy of soft white and pink petals and dried brown splashes of blood, both resting on the concrete and only one temporary. The wind whistled through bare limbs of trees and broken windows, it sent ash and flakes of rust off of the cars that had long been pushed aside to create a clear path down the main boulevard for anyone lucky enough to get a working vehicle. 

In their silence they walk down the middle of the street, cautious of zombies in those cars and in alleyways. In these cities there was a tendency to be so many things that used to be people, especially if they hadn’t been evacuated, and instead quarantined. It hadn't worked, because it could take weeks, even months, for the disease to set in and show any symptoms. So before they knew it an entire city could be dead people walking. 

Sure, they made a vaccine. It worked pretty well, considering the alternative was dying and then becoming a monster. There was too much panic, and no one wanted to trust it. They deluded themselves into thinking that they could play apocalypse as opposed to trusting science and logic.

Noah and Haley had been watching it happen, sitting side by side in matching dresses they hated, glued to a television that gave updates to their area, their little generator working overtime, cautious of the mandatory lights out that the quarantined areas enforced. They watched the live footage of a mob storming the lab producing the vaccine, they watched as researchers and interns and students ran out of the building as it caught fire.

They watched the last hope of humanity go up in smoke, both of them guilty because they had been vaccinated just weeks before, a bonus for their mother being a good soldier, keeping peace in their little city district.

Considering how everything played out in the end, the only thing you could get out of the twins about their mother that didn’t end in breaking things or panic attacks was the fact that she was a good soldier.

Even then it would set Noah on edge, teetering, and would make Haley clench her fists so hard her tendons become frayed piano strings.

Noah was brought back to reality with a subtle shift, Haley’s knuckles brushing against the hairs on his bicep when she pointed to their destination, likely knowing of Noah’s contemplative mood. Noah was a half step behind her, golf club over one shoulder and the other holding onto the one untorn strap of his backpack. With every step he was reminded of the pistol shoved into the back of his jeans, how it had been without ammunition for weeks.

Haley had a metal baseball bat held loosely in her left hand, adjusting her jean jacket and frowning as another waft of something rancid hit them. They shared a look with the same expression, wrinkled noses and a grimace, then a shared smile at the reminder that they are two sides of one coin, even if it is long out of rotation currency, left in the bottom of a junk drawer with useless keys and forgotten things. 

The glass door into the diner was completely broken, traces of old blood on the shards in front of the door and on what little remained in the frame. Long dead neon signs and ragged flyers caked in dirt both decorate the wide and grimy windows. 

The diner was empty, and Haley promptly flopped down in a booth, sending up a cloud of dust and all kinds of likely hazardous spores. With a cough she turned around, resting on her back and letting her head fall off of the edge. Her hair barely touched the filthy linoleum, and she shifted for a moment before closing her eyes, resting but unable to sleep and render herself vulnerable.

Noah sat on the table of that booth, between his twin and the door, and kept watch.

It only took half an hour until he saw people. A group crossed the empty street, Irisi at the lead and pointing towards Noah, who waved lazily and tapped on the table to get Haley up. With a short, stifled gasp, Haley sat up slowly, eyes narrowed. Noah made eye contact with her so she could gage the situation, and seeing his relaxed posture and only slight nervousness, she relaxed as well, hand reaching for her bat nonetheless. 

The hinges creaked as Irisi pushed open the door, holding it like a gentleman for her group. An older man with a wispy white beard and spotted skin the color of teak wood walked in first, back hunched slightly over his cane. Following him was a pale asian boy with blue hair, a turtleneck, and glasses, who stared at them accusingly and had a hand over a holstered gun at his hip. Then a friendlier face entered, the shorter and older asian man nodding at them, but quickly moving to ensure the oldest man got a stable seat. The last to enter was a very short girl dressed in a leather jacket and a sneer, combat boots crunching savagely against the broken glass on the floor. Her wavy hair was half shaved, the other side just reaching her chin and she watched them with a similar glare to the boy’s. However, she had no gun, just a well used wooden baseball bat and an array of knives in what could’ve once been a bandolier.

The fathers, the girlfriend, and the girlfriend’s brother. Charming. 

“Hi, Noah. Haley.” Irisi said, letting the door swing shut. 

“Hi.” Noah smiled weakly. “Nice to see you without the gang of zombies about to murder us.”

Irisi huffed, smiling. “Yeah.” She hopped to sit on a table across from them, so they could look each other in the eye. The older man, seated in the booth for the table, placed a hand on hers and smiled shakily. “Oh! So this is my dad, Alhazred.”

“Nice to meet you.” Haley muttered, nodding.

Irisi began pointing to the other three, who were seated at the bar by the window, facing the rest of them. She pointed to the short girl with dark skin. “That’s Mari, my girlfriend. She’s best with up close and personal stuff, and first aid on the field. That’s Emrys, her brother and our best with handguns- and generally being a badass.” The boy with blue hair gave a short wave, then turned back to the window to watch the street. “Then that’s Quyen, Emrys and Mari’s dad, and the best with big problems, generally makes sure the rest of us aren’t idiots.” 

“I’ve never done anything wrong in my life.” Mari deadpanned, an obvious lie if her brother’s derisive snort was anything to go by. 

“Yes dear.” Irisi smirked, then turned back to Haley and Noah. “You two seem capable, and you did grab what was probably the last pharmacy supplies in the city, so I’m thinking you guys staying a while is the least we can do if we split the meds.” 

Haley turned slightly, catching Noah’s eye. She was not on board at all. 

Noah raised his eyebrows, making it clear that two backpacks instead of one full of medicine was not worth it. Not when they could potentially have a place to go back to if they needed, and maybe extra necessities if they leave on good terms.

Haley rolled her eyes, and turned back to the ragtag family. “That’s fine. As long as we both look through it and make sure it’s fair. By the end it got chaotic and I sure as hell don’t need like, fifteen boxes of laxatives or whatever when the other bag is full of painkillers.” 

Noah huffed, smiling and amused at her dry tone. If Haley still weren’t shaken by their close call she would probably have argued and made a scene just for the hell of it.

Quyen nodded, a slight smile on his face. “That sounds more than fair.” 

Haley’s shoulders relaxed subtly, the tension in her clenched jaw gone, her hand on the table grabbing at the thick fabric of the hoodie Noah had tied around his waist. A faded pink thing with blood splatters and stains decorating it like a modern painting.

“Yeah. Fair.” Haley said quietly, unable to eye the strange adult with anything but distrust. 

Noah made the big move this time, moving a hand off of his golf club and setting it on Haley’s, gripping it loosely until she twisted her wrist to interlock their fingers comfortably. Undoubtedly, every person in the room noticed, but he didn’t have it in him to care.

This might be the first good group they had found since setting out on their own. They seem kind, reliable. 

A family. A good one. A real one. 

After all Noah and Haley had been through, they deserved that, at least.

“So when do we move in?” Noah asked, smiling. 

[all-of-the-imagines-for-eve]

Forget About It ~ S.P. (part 5)

A/n: I didnt go to sleep after all... So yeah um here's the next part OOPS. Also I didn't realize I already have a part five so I wrote this whole thing and then found the part five aId already written except I liked this a LOT more so, here's part five rewritten! Hope you enjoy it :)

Warnings: Bullying is the biggest one tbh. Isolation.

Word Count: 5000+

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You know there are some days when I really feel like this could work. Like you and I are finally gonna get it right... Then there are days like today, when you make me wanna tear my fucking hair out!

My first day back to Riverdale High was rough. The paperwork hadn’t taken long, but I had gotten used to South Side High, where expectations were low and no one gave the teachers the time of day. Where drugs roamed wild and everyone had the insignia of some gang or another.

Which means I’d made the mistake of wearing my Serpent’s jacket, to begin with.

Everyone was glaring at me. Every single pair of eyes of every single person I cane across threw daggers at me mercilessly. It was only a matter of time before Cheryl Blossom got her claws around me.

“If it isn’t Judas herself!” The red headed cheerleader greeted far too brightly. “Et tu, Brute?”

I rolled my eyes. “Do you want somethjng Cheryl, or are you here simply to get your kicks in because you need a distraction from the lack of your own pathetic, sad existence?”

Perhaps I’d been too harsh. Cheryl wasn’t like anyone in the Serpents. They all hesitated to strike back. They saw when they’d been defeated and were smarter about the approach, even if said approach was waiting until you were alone to strike. Because, unlike in the North Side, if you attacked someone in the South Side there would always be someone who stood up for that person. You mess with someone, you mess with their freuds or family. Or worse, the gang they’re in- which is the same thing, except a gang will rip you apart.

On the North Side, everyone was fighting for themself. Even if I hadn’t been an outsider here, no one would have stepped in. But, since I was a ‘Judas’ as Cheryl had so eloquently put, not only was no one stepping in, but they were thriving off of it. When I insulted her, they all turned on me with equally nasty looks and it made me feel small and in very much danger. Cheryl thrived off of it.

“Keep your head down, Serpent.” Her mockingly sweet tone had dropped to a hateful, dangerous curl. “You’re in bulldog territory now, and we’ll eat you alive.” She walked away and I was reminded of the day Sweetpea Gad come to my house to face down Archie and Reggie had told him the same thing.

I looked around and saw everyone mirroring that same look in Cheryl’s eyes. I tried not to look too terrified as I kept walking.

The day continued with everyone giving off an attitude like that. People made large circles around me in hallways and classrooms alike, squishing together so they could be as far away from me as possible. Two kids tripped me, and a third tried and failed. Shoulders slammed into me in the lunchline and eyes followed me everywhere. The traiter North Sider turned Serpent had returned, and no one was happy about it. They had made it as clear as I had.

Finally, I got some relief from school when Jughead called me. After talking for a little while though, I nearly lost my crap on him. "FP got out and you're only telling me this NOW?" I demanded.

I could FEEL Jughead wince. "He needed some time to get readjusted and have some space... Plus, you do too. How are you holding up on the North Side?"

A sigh escaped me as I tried not to reveal how anxious that question made me. It had been going... not well, to say the least. "Don't change the subject, Jones. You could have told me at least! I need to know what's going on in the South Side, you guys are my family. I'm going to lose my MIND if I find out something major happened and I missed it because no one's talking to me."

"No one's talking to you?"

My mouth audibly snapped shut. "I...” I worked my jaw in an attempt to loosen it. “No, they're not. Not returning my calls or calling me- I'm in the dark here..." I sighed, pushing a hand through my hair.

He paused. "I called to tell you they're throwing a party for my dad. I wanted you to come." His voice sounded tight.

"What's wrong Jug?"

There was a quiet that stretched long enough to make me anxious. "Penny's still on my case."

"What?" I snapped, tensing.

He rushed to explain, maybe to soothe me, but he just couldn't do both. The explanation would only make me more upset. "She targeted Betty. She has a video. It's- a mess. I don't know what's going on with everybody else but I just need you at this party okay? I know I've been distracted and told you last minute but you're still one of my closest friends, Y/n." There was a pause and his tone lightened. "My dad complains that he didn't get to enjoy your cooking." I smiled. "I didn't realize how much you... helped things, around here. I miss you."

My voice was soft when I responded. "I'll be right over Jug. Maybe yell at Fangs to get off his ass and come pick me up." My smile fell. "Or I can... I'll figure it out."

Another pause. There was so much tension and awkwardness. I absolutely hated it. "I'm sorry."

My eyes closed. "I know." Forcing my tone light and trying to ignore the false note in the words, I chirped, "See you soon! Can't wait to see that karaoke machine- maybe I'll get someone to go up there with me." We exchanged our goodbyes and hung up. I moved from the pillows and blankets on the floor of my room to the door. The room otherwise remained completely untouched, just as it had been when I very first left it. I still couldn't find it in myself to touch anything. Especially now if anything, with everything going on at school. Even aside from that, it still felt invasive, but now it also felt dangerous too. This was a life I could so easily fall into. Fade away into. With my friends ignoring me for some reason and Archie and my dad only too eager to bring me fully back to the North Side, I made my statement clear. I was a guest in this house, not apart of even this room. I could see the hurt in my dad's face but I couldn't bring myself to mend the situation. There was no going back. This wasn’t my home anymore and it never would again.

After grabbing my Serpent jacket, I headed toward my door. I was going to North again and between that and this house, the tension never left my body. It was starting to become infused into the make of my very muscles. This jacket was the only comfort I had. It caused problems, but so far there wasn't much chaos about it since I didn't speak out about the bullying and no one else made as much of a scene as Cheryl had. I'd gotten through lucky so far.

On my way out of the house, I heard Archie and my dad talking. Despite myself, the tone of their voices worried me and I paused, listening. They were still my blood after all...

"So I take it things didn't go so well with the four-letter-word, huh?" My dad. My eyebrows came together. Wait, what?

"When I'm with Veronica, as dark as things get - and they've been getting pretty dark - she makes me feel like... everything is gonna be fine. She makes things fun. I don't wanna lose that."

My heart seized. He had said he loved Veronica? Was he really so lost to them? "You won't," my dad assured. "You just have to give her some time. And space. You're a great kid Arch. Really, get out there, have a good time." He began moving but I was frozen in place. "Take the pressure off."

Our eyes locked as he entered the hallway. Why was he encouraging it? Didn't he know how dangerous the Lodges were? Was it being around the Serpents that had made me so painfully aware of the twisted North Sider who was rich and so in power as I sat alone at night thinking how about all the danger and drama we'd had in Riverdale? How much Veronica hated her father? How much she had changed and given into him since he'd been back?

My father came to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. He didn't know what I was thinking exactly but he must have got the gist because his words hit home. "We all take our own path, Y/n. If Archie can find some stability and happiness with people his age, who am I to stop him? Really." He paused as I mulled over that. "He could use his sister right now." My lips pressed together. He sighed. "I know everything that's happened, but... he's been so lost since you've been gone. You gave him a purpose and he gave you security. And now..." He shrugged, his hand falling away. "Maybe just ask him for a ride? Where are you going by the way?"

I flinched. "Sorry, I was going to ask on my way out. Um, Jughead's having a party for his dad-"

My dad nodded. "I've heard. Be safe, okay?" I nodded. He left with just that and I stood alone, on the stairs, thinking.

When I looked up again, Archie stood there. "I'm going too. You... want a ride?"

There was only a second before I mumbled, "Sure."

The car ride was absolutely silent. No nervous tapping, no conversation- not even any music. It was like we were both terrified to more more than necessary, even to breathe. When we got there and he parked, he sighed. "Y/n-" I wanted to bolt and he seemed ready for me to do so and for his words to be lost to me. But my dad's words came back to me and I forced myself to stay. I was... curious. I wondered where this boy who used to be my whole world stood as I lost my footing in the world I thought I knew. It seemed every time I was sure of myself the rug was pulled from under me. Why not go for another fall? He looked at me, unsure if he should continue or not.

A breath escaped through my nose. "Truce?" I asked, holding out my hand. He looked at it, smiled at the childishness, and then took my hand. There was a little release in the cement wall between us. It became a little thinner. The distance shortened, just slightly. We both smiled and then I slipped out of the car, returning to one of the places that felt like a real home. My smile grew to a grin.

Finally.

-

I didn't find Sweet Pea before I found my brother on stage with his girlfriend, both singing and the tension between them tangible.

So the problem hadn't been solved yet.

"Mad World"? Really? I stood in my place, my heart filling with sadness. They ran off the stage and I almost followed them.

But then Betty got on stage.

I froze, eyes wide and lips parted. A second later my attention snapped to the people around me. My eyes landed on Sweet Pea, who chuckled. My heart exploded in my chest. Why was I suddenly sick to my stomach? My eyes landed on Jughead next. He wasn't looking at me but before I moved to his side I heard Alice Cooper whimper, "Oh my god." When I reached Jughead, my hand touched his arm. He looked away, his jaw working. And then to top it all off, FP Jones announced very dramatically that he wasn't retiring after all.

There was suddenly so much heaviness in my chest and I turned and left, moving outside.

Archie and Veronica.

Archie in GENERAL.

Betty and her- her Serpent dance.

FP was coming back to the Serpents after all.

The way Sweet Pea has looked at Betty Copper.

My friends all going dark on me, cutting me out of their life suddenly because I wasn't around to remind them I existed anymore.

Jughead was upset, shutting me out, and I could do nothing to even slow his steady fall into whatever darkness he felt consuming him.

The whole world was falling apart and I had been desperately trying to hold on... but my fingers had slipped and I was lost again.

I didn't wait for Archie. Like I had done so many times before, just as recklessly, I stormed out into the night in a known dangerous part of town, by myself. I didn't get far before I felt a hand wrap around my wrist. I turned around, startled, to see Sweet Pea.

His smile faded as he took in my expression. I pulled away from him. "Y/n?" He didn't move, unsure what to do about me turning my back as I faced away.

"You know, this sucks." I took a sharp breath in, closing my eyes. "My father's heart is breaking because I'm turning into everything he fears. My brother lost another person as we both make reckless, desperate decisions to find stability and security. My best friend is being slammed in the face as his mistakes bite him in the ass. And my boyfriend-" I spun around to face him. "Has been ignoring me." Sweet Pea frowned. "My entire school is turning on me because I'm proud of the family I'm apart of. The family that is suddenly shunning me? GOD, what is this?"

He moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around me. "Hey, hey, slow down. What do you mean I'm ignoring you?"

"You haven't answered any of my calls," I gasped, trying to hold back tears. "I've been really alone and it's only been a little while but I'm so scared over there. I needed to hear your voice..."

His arms tightened around me. "I'm sorry. I've been busy with school and the Serpents are having a hard time with Jughead and Penny and with FP getting out of prison. My brain has just been super preoccupied. And I've been missing you too. I'm used to having you in person. We didn't ever text or call before- I just have to get used to it. I'm sorry, Y/n."

A sigh came from me. "Everyone around me is hurting and I can't do anything to stop it. To even begin to help. I'm worried, Sweets. I'm so worried..."

"I know," he soothed. There was a pause. "What did you say about school?"

Instantly my heart fell into my toes. I tried to play it off. Making a problem out of a bunch of idiots wasn’t going to do anything but make everyone feel worse. "Nothing. They're just being self righteous, dumb North Siders as usual." I pulled him close. "I miss you. I miss the South Side. The Serpents."

I pushed out all the stupid things I knew I didn't have to worry about. Archie wasn't my concern anymore. If our relationship was mended then fine, but for now I was still done with him. Sweet Pea's look at Betty, as well, was more of amusement than interest. I knew that, looking back, with my emotions a little clearer and with his reassuring hold to calm me. The Serpents weren't ignoring me. It was about perspective again. What I saw in the moment, with my silly emotions and jumping to conclusions. There was a real problem that I needed to focus on. Jughead. FP. Penny.

He rubbed my back. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I need to focus. I'm letting too much get to me." I shook my head. "One thing at a time. How have you been?"

I could hear the smile in his voice. "Of course that's your focus." I smiled too but at his next words it grew weaker. "I've been miserable. It's so cold and uncomfortable, sleeping without you. And we've been dying without your cooking. Your smile and your voice and your laugh and your hand in mine. You make the South Side so much better and I just- really miss you."

My hands tightened around his shirt, fingers pressing between my chest and his. "Sweets?" He hummed the question without saying the words. I bit my lip. I wanted to say it. Thinking about Archie and Veronica only made me want to say it more. But Archie and Veronica also made me more scared to say it. The three words. Those three damn words. "You're amazing. I'm glad we're together."

He paused. A long time. A VERY long time. "Y/n, I..." My eyes widened. The tone of his voice- was he going to say it? "I think I'm in love with you."

Oh. OH. That was so much deeper than 'I love you'. Even with the hint of question it still resounded into my bones, shaking through my body until it tingled in my toes. I was suddenly filled with light that buzzed in my system, waking me up and super charging me. I looked up at him. "I love you," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I'm in love with you." Our eyes locked and it felt so insanely right that our bodies both locked up right there. "I'm in love with you," I whispered again.

The words broke the spell and he broke into the brightest, most contagious grin. His lips found mine and everything was wiped away. Just like in those moments before, it didn't matter. Penny. FP. Jughead. Archie. Betty. The Black Hood. It could all wait for later because in this moment, nothing dark could exist in such pure happiness. The darkness of night seemed to morph around us, the stars and moon and artificial street lights and the lights from the Wyrm all becoming brighter, softer, warmer. Maybe we were young and this wouldn't last but who cared?

I was in love with a boy who was in love with me and despite the raging dangers of Riverdale, that's all that mattered for now.

We slowly parted, our foreheads pressing together. Archie spoke and I slowly looked over, still dazed. He spoke quietly, his eyes not meeting mine. "I'm sorry... but it's time to go home." He looked so defeated that my little glowing paradise was dulled, just a little. But I didn't frown, just nodded.

Turning back to Sweet Pea, I pecked him softly. "Call me when you get there okay? So I know you made it safe."

Ah, there was that glow again, at full power. I nodded. "Of course."

I might as well have been floating as I made my way to Archie's truck. I got in the passenger seat, the air inside it stifling. Archie was dark, oozing despare and agony and struggle. I was light, radiating joy and excitement and fulfillment and ease. My bright mood fought with his heavy one but I didn't notice it. I was stuck on cloud nine, Sweet Pea's kiss and words echoing in my mind to make everything so wonderful. The light and dark fought for dominance until we reached our house and Archie parked. There he finally gave in, letting my light infect him. "Why are you in such a good mood?"

I turned to him. "Sweet Pea told me he loved me." I didn't think about the words. They just came out of me. I was beaming and floating and brilliant and somewhere in my brain I worried that my success where he had failed would be like a slap in the face. I worried that he'd lash out at me and it would be ruined. "He said it and then I said it back and it felt so RIGHT." My hand went through my hair again and I sighed, melting into my chair.

Despite my distant concerns, Archie smiled. "That's amazing, Y/n." He paused. "You seem so happy there."

"Of course, it's my home. My family."

That did hurt Archie. I think both my success and my rejection were too much for him and his face crumpled. My happiness fell and I began to reach out a hand to him, lips parting. But that felt so wrong and it dropped before it even really begun reaching. Just a twitch.

I had been so ready to give him up... how did one begin to close a gap that was so incredibly wide? How do you compromise with the perfect North Sider I used to be and the South Side Serpent I now was? The... North Side Serpent? Was that who I was now?

We didn't talk for a long time. "I'm sorry, about that night. I shouldn't have left you. I shouldn’t have been out there at all." He couldn't look at me. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm genuinely glad what happened the way it did actually." He looked at me in surprise. "Look Archie I know that you're carrying the weight of our family falling apart on your shoulders, but you know what? Don't. I was weak before. Easily broken and walked all over. Now I'm strong. I have a family that doesn't just overprotect me but also lets me protect myself. They make me stronger instead of just... letting me be weak. I have a boyfriend who I LOVE who loves me and a home I feel safe and comfortable. I know our family isn’t as strong but this was the best thing that could happen to me. The Serpents are... fun." I cringed at the word. "Not always, but when they are- I don't know. It's like how you are with Veronica. What you said to Dad earlier. They make everything else disappear. They make it feel OKAY. And I know that I'm losing you, but it's not because I'm choosing the Serpents." A realization hit me and my eyes went wide. "I'm not a South Sider." The words were soft, remembering that night with Sweet Pea where he begged me to understand. Now I finally did and it was amazing. "I'm a NORTH Side Serpent." My back straightened. "You want to worry about something? You don't want to lose me? Stop regretting my time with the Serpents. Stop treating me like I sinned just because I'm not depending on you to function anymore. Appreciate that I've grown and that I'm strong now and love me for who I am, as I am. Not who I was. Not how strong I made you feel with my weaknesses. Accept me as I am, and maybe we won't just become strangers under the same roof." With that I left the truck, slipping inside the house.

I found my dad first. When he saw me, his face light up. I knew he saw it in my eyes. In my posture. In my hands and my smile and in the air around me. "How was-?" He cut off as I slammed into him, clinging to him. He gasped in surprise and then wrapped his arms around me as well, rubbing my back. "You okay?"

"I'm amazing," I whispered softly. "Everything is coming together, and... dad, I'm SO sorry. I'm sorry I shut you out and tried to be a Serpent and not include you in my life just because you're a North Sider. You're the best person in my life and I'm SO lucky to have you. I love you."

My father's chest shuddered and his hold on my solidified. "I love you too, Y/n. I'm proud to be your dad. I just want you safe. Okay?"

I smiled. "Okay."

"Do you promise me?" He asked desperately, pushing me back to hold me at arm's length.

I hesitated, meeting his eyes. "I can’r promise to be safe, dad. Even ont he North Side, things are dangerous and twisted. But-” I quickly added as he seemed to defalte in resignation. “I'll be careful. That I can promise." My smile faltered. "Duty will call, whether it be Serpents- or maybe even Betty or... Archie" he frowned at my hesitation and the odd look on my face at my brother’s name, but seemed to also acknowledged that I had included him at all. "But I will be careful."

He sighed. "I can... agree with that."

We hugged again and then I was off to my room. I texted Sweetpea to let him know I was back safe as I took off my shoes and jacket. When I finished, I jumped into bed and wrapped myself up in my blankets for the first time. The bed was actually comfortable and much nicer than the floor, but I was painfully aware of the absence of Sweet Pea where he should be - had been before I'd left - next to me. This had been the first I’d slept in a bed since I’d come back to the North Side. It felt weird not to have him there too. I pushed it away and pulled a pillow to my chest.

So it wasn't perfect. But it was quite nice all the same. I fell asleep better that night than I had since I'd been back.

Unfortunately, the next day, it was back to Hell. And the kids didn't give me a break.

Cheryl Blossom wasn't even the worst antagonizer. Tripping me, calling me names, insulting me, saying "it" instead of "she" as they talked crap about me loud enough for me to hear it, slamming doors in my face, pulling my hair, throwing harmless things at me in class, laughing ridiculously loud at me if I did ANYTHING even a little wrong... it was endless. They became more and more creative each day. Tripping in the hallway on purpose and slamming into me. Objectifying me loudly to anyone nearby. Banging on the bathroom stall I was in. Someone left a note in my locker telling me to go back "where I came from" as if I wasn't born and raised on the North Side.

The staff didn't help. Literally. I finally told them what was going on, showed them the note, asked for something - anything - but they pointed out that they couldn't punish the whole school or gave them excuses or straight up called me a liar.

I was getting bullied. Brutally.

It was only getting worse too. Halfway into the week, someone slammed their shoulder into mine and I dropped the three books I was carrying. I paused, honing my self control as kids tittered their laughter around me, before bending down. Someone whistled and I swallowed, the back of my eyes burning with tears as I picked up one book, two. As I reached for the third, someone kicked it out of my reach. I slumped in defeat when, suddenly, a hand reached down. My eyes widened as someone picked up my book. No! I looked up to see the commotion around me frozen as Archie moved to me through the students. When he looked at me, his expression was dark and angry. We hadn't talked since the conversation after the Not-Retiring-After-All party for FP and I wondered if he was mad enough to lash out at me for it. Everyone seemed ready for the Andrews sibling show down. If Archie treated me like shit I would never get another break. They’d have all their reasoning and I’d truly be hopeless. If my own brother did it...

He offered me his hand and it took me a second to realize it was to help me stand. I took it, speechless. My book still in his hand he looked at the students around him. "You think this is funny?" His voice carried and I froze, in awe. "You think this is OKAY? Because she's small? Because she's a girl? Because she's not lashing out? Because she's taking this? Because she's a Serpent?" He glared at the people around us in general. "Touch my sister again and watch what happens." He turned to me, putting an arm around my shoulders and guiding me to a more private place. I stared at him. "Are you okay?" He asked, finally offering the book. His face was gentle and his voice was soft. He was only concerned.

My eyes watered. "I..." My voice cut off. His expression twisted with pain.

"I'm so sorry Y/n, I didn't know it was like this until I saw it just now. Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell the staff?"

"They won't do anything about it. Because I'm a Serpent."

Archie's pain mixed with anger and frustration and heartache. He saw the tears in my eyes and relaxed, settling in worry. He opened his arms and I slammed into his chest. He held me, soothing me with soft shushing and rubbing my back. "I'm here now, okay? No more North Side attacks. I'm here too." There was a pause and then he whispered, "You were right. I won't fight your battles for you, Y/n. But I will be here to have your back. Okay?"

I nodded, relaxing against him. "It's so good to have you back, Arch."

His hold on me tightened. "It's so good to be back." We hugged for a little bit longer before leaning away. Class would start soon. "Want to have lunch with me later?"

My smile warmed. "I'd love that."

He grinned. "Perfect. Come on, I'll walk you to class." He let me wipe my face clean and we waited a second for the both of us to calm down before heading to class. We chatted, casual and pleasant. With him by my side, no one bothered us. In class no one talked to me still - no one even sat next to me, a circle of empty chairs separating me from the rest of the students. The teacher ignored my raised hand and snapped at me for interrupting if I just said it out loud. But, also left me be. And it was all because of Archie.

That lifted my heart a lot. Gave me some hope. Maybe my brother wasn't as far out of my reach as I thought.

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