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xino-writes · 1 month ago

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Whumptober 2024 Day 7 - "Magic with a Cost" - Sampo

[ao3 series link]

Being a Masked Fool was something Sampo took pride in. Sure, he keeps it more underwraps than some of the other guys and gals in the Tavern, but he is forever going to take pride in being a Masked Fool. Especially since his siblings seem to think it’s something odd, especially for him. And he’ll take that in stride.

One thing each Fool has, though, is their mask. And Sampo’d gone through the hell of helping Sparkle to get his back. And each Mask has a price when you use it. Giovanni has his permanently etched onto his face for a reason, and Sparkle’s issues are.. Well Sampo isn’t sure if it’s mask related or what. But every mask has a price.

And Sampo’s about to learn what his was. He’d taken on the protection of Belobog and Jarilo-VI when he’d decided to take up living there, and now that was coming in handy. Dealing with the IPC, he’d left to them. Dealing with the Anti-Matter Legion again? He’ll take the honors. Don’t want another situation with a Stellaron again, y’know?

Besides, one wish, one boon from Aha? He’d rather get rid of that quickly. Holding something with the power of your Aeon wasn’t something he wanted. Besides, he figures that Aha would find this /hilarious/. He’s risking it all for one singular planet that he’s grown to adore. A planet that isn’t even his birthplace. And THEY’D hopefully enjoy this or else he’s doing this for nothing. After all, Sampo Koski lives to please and entertain.

With a dramatic sigh and bow, Sampo slips past the Silvermane Guards that made up the frontline against the Anti-Matter Legion. Not without a wink to a.. Very esasperated Gepard, of course. Can’t go to war without potentionally scaring his boyfriend, can he? He slides his mask onto his face and makes his wish.

And then almost immediately falls to the ground in a heap. The mask was burning hot and he didn’t want to risk taking it off as he watches the Anti-Matter Legion go up in flames. Literal flames. The ice that made up the battlefield was melting away. His head hits the ground hard and he hisses in pain, but he doesn’t remove the mask. Not until the Anti-Matter Legion is completely taken out.

And once he touches the mask with his hands is when the visions start. Visions of those he loves dying in horrific ways. His siblings are the first.. Veritas dying in battle, one that he seemingly shouldn’t have been in in the first place. Silver Wolf dying during one of her scripts, having underestimated.. Something.

Sampo claws at the mask, trying to close his eyes and failing. He feels himself being picked up and voices that are so familliar and yet so foreign fill his ears and his head. He wants this to stop. He doesn’t like seeing his siblings’ blood, even if it isn’t real. He’s paying the price, and this much is clear to him. He felt the pain the Anti-Matter Legion did first, the burning, and now he’s being subjected to his own horror and pain.

He should’ve expected this. Aha is an Aeon. THEY take pleasure in the good and the bad. THEY’RE much like the masks of tragedy and comedy, the laughing and the sorrowful. Melpomene and Thalia, the Muses of Tragedy and Comedy in the flesh. That is what Aha is. And Sampo’s been the comedy for so long that it is his turn to be the tragedy.

The visions of his siblings fade away and more soon fill his eyes and ears. Gepard dying to some creature in the snow plains after holding on for so long, Luka falling during a battle in the Ring and not getting up, Seele dying on a mission into the Fragmentum. Series of his friends and those he considers to be like family dying right in front of his eyes.

He feels a pair of hands grab his own and he grips onto them in an attempt to ground himself. He wants to scream but he can’t. He can’t worry those who are trying to help him. He feels his head be placed into someone’s lap, and he can only imagine he’s with Gepard right now. But, the other’s voice is muddled and he can’t hear or understand a thing he says.

Eventually, a hand leaves his and attempts to take the mask off, but it won’t budge. Sampo is well aware that it won’t budge until he’s paid the price in full. He’s seen all but one vision, and he has a feeling he knows what the vision will be. He closes his eyes this time and lets himself fall into it. After all, this vision will end up giving him feeling, won’t it?

It’s his own turn, this time. THEY wouldn’t let him off without feeling the pain first and then last. A mirror materalizes in front of him and he instinctively presses a hand to the glass in front of him. He looks at his reflection to see a young woman, one that is his age and looks exactly like him. He’d been expecting physical pain of some sort. His own death. Not Aha playing to his.. Identity.

He looks at the girl in front of him, a name faintly coming to the front of his mind, before he pushes it to the side. He’s not her anymore. Not today, not ever. He hasn’t been her since the day he moved out of that house. He exhales and then punches full force into the mirror, into that girl’s face. He’s not her, not going to be her, not ever, not again.

The mirror shatters and glass shards imbed themselves into his knuckles and fist, it hurts, yes, but not as much as the internal feeling of wrongness. He looks down at himself and clenches his fists harder as he tries to hold back the feeling that everything about his body is wrong. He’s not a woman, not anymore. He’s not her.

He’s not back like this. He doesn’t want to do that again. Doesn’t want the hospital visits. The questions of if he really was that clumsy. The questions of if he’s sure he doesn’t want ‘it’. Of if he’s sure he’s a man. He wants his life back.

He doesn’t want the hanger again.

Sampo’s eyes shoot open when he sees that Natasha’s managed to pry the mask off. He’s alone and it’s dark in her clinic. No one but him and her are in the room, and he doesn’t hear her words as he sits up. His face feels fine, his body is back to normal, but his skin is still crawling. He’s pressed back down onto the clinic’s bed, though, and that’s when he sees how.. concerned Natasha is. Right. Yeah.

No one knew about the fact he’s a Masked Fool outside of Bronya. And he only told her because she’d have learned about the Fools eventually and heard of his.. Time in Penacony. So it was just a matter of getting that out of the way first and foremost. So the mask and everything about it was an enigma to everyone else.

And he doesn’t plan on explaining. To his luck, or misfortune, however you look at it, Natasha soon leaves, and Sampo looks around. He’d known he was in her clinic, but he didn’t expect that she’d bring him into the backroom. All that had happened was that he was trapped in his mask, correct? Which meant that he’d.. Concerned her enough that she made sure he had privacy.

With an exhale and a shaky sigh of relief, Sampo pushes himself to stand. He’d always managed to bounce back from things like this. A little weakness and soreness isn’t enough to keep Good ‘Ol Sampo Koski down. Not now, not ever. So he pushes himself to leave the backroom and look over the injured. And he feels a faint sense of pride at the far smaller number than it could’ve been. Would have been.

He walks across the clinic to Gepard, half asleep in a chair, and he slips in to sit beside him in the same chair. He presses a finger to his boyfriend’s lips when he tries to protest and then curls that same arm around him and rests his head on his shoulder. He exhales. They both need this, and perhaps Sampo will allow himself to rest this time.

After all, the mask knew exactly what to pull at to cause him torment, and so he needs to let go of all that. Or well, let go of the part of him that dreads being in that situation again. After all, he’s far more comfortable in his body now. He knows that he’s a man and that’s that. So he’ll have to prove the mask wrong, after all.

But, for now, it’s nap time with Gepard in an uncomfortable chair that Natasha’s put out for those waiting for loved ones to be healed. He’ll deal with Natasha berating him for leaving the bed later.

#tw mc death #tw blood #tw death #tw miscarriage #transgender beam has hit sampo too besties #uhhh idk what else to tag for triggers im sorryyy!!#sampard

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smolwritingchick · 1 year ago

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 14- Look Forward To White Day

Chapter Summary: BTS and Jen are interviewed about their new album, Skool Luv Affair. Jen gets caught in the K-Pop news after getting filmed doing something in public. She celebrates Valentine's Day and J-Hope's birthday with BTS

Words: 6,000+

Genre: FLUFF!

A/N: I am so sorry for the lack of gifs. Before hand I had so many for these chapters. Including for the performances but now I don't have them anymore.

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With fans outside in their jackets taking a bunch of photos and videos with their cameras, BTS were sitting in the studio of Wide News with the two MCs. Jen sat in between V and Suga in the back row.

"It's D-1 to Valentine's right? We've fulfilled nationwide teenage girls' and boys' wishes in advance!" The MCs greet. "With flowery visuals, we're here with the 7 boys and our lovely lady of BTS, hello!"

"2, 3, bang-tan!" Rapmon quickly announced.

"Hello, we're BTS!" They greet and bow.

"You've become more impacting really how long has it been?" The female MC questioned

"4 months?" Rapmon answered

"It's been 4 months?" The MCs look on in surprise. "It feels as though it's been 4 years! We missed you all so much. Since our viewers have missed you guys a lot as well, please do your self-introductions individually!"

The guys all turned to Jennie as she smiled and brought her mic to her mouth. "Hey, it's your girl, Jennie! Miss Bangtan with the most adorable smiles in the group." She threw a peace sign.

"Jennie, what are your plans for Valentine's Day?" The male MC asked with a smile.

"Do you have a date? Is there something we should know? Who is he? What time is he picking you up? Is he treating you nicely?" Jin bombarded her with questions, earning laughter in response from everyone.

"No, no date. I'm not quite ready for dating." She shook her head.

"Good answer. We must protect our munchkin at all costs!" J-Hope shouted, earning some chuckles.

"You guys are very protective of Miss Bangtan, aren't you?" The male MC watched on.

"Yes, we are. I hope she lets us know when she does get a boyfriend." Rapmon answered.

"Yeah, I want to personally introduce myself to whoever the lucky guy is." Jimin cracked his knuckles.

"Oh dear..." She giggled nervously.

"Jennie is very lucky to have guys like you around. This is really cute. So Jennie, please tell us your plans for Valentine's Day." The female MC beamed

"Ah, right. Okay, so I found out about White Day and Valentine's Day here in South Korea. So I'm excited to give the guys a little something special. I hope they look forward to it." She answered.

"Ooh, what is it!?" V eagerly asked

"Yeah, I wanna know!" Jimin added

"It's a surprise! She can't tell you guys, now!" The male MC playfully scolded

"Whatever it is, we'll make sure to do something bigger, on White Day for you." Suga guaranteed

"Can't wait." She replied as they continued with the introductions.

"It's been about five months since you were last here, right? When you were here at Open Studio for the first time, do you perhaps remember the goals that you talked about, last time?" The male MC asked.

"We mentioned hoping to get the Best New Artist award," Rapmon answered

"And how did that turn out?"

"It's a great honor that we've actually received four Best New Artist awards."

"Wow, congratulations on this." He applauded with everyone. "Bangtan achieved their goal!"

"Now since it's your first comeback album after your Best New Artist awards, the anticipations must have escalated! Let's have you introduce your album, please." The female MC gestured.

"With our title track, Boy In Luv, it's an album titled Skool Luv Affair. It's our second mini album and all the members have individually participated in the production. It's an album that discusses the love stories that go on among the teens." Rapmon explained

"In our previous album, we participated in the lyrics writing and track composing. And in this album, we have Suga hyung who personally produced 2 tracks." Jungkook said as a chorus of oohs and whoas were heard while Suga happily raised his hand.

"From what I know, there's Bang Sihyuk-ssi in your company. Suga-ssi, you managed to do that?" The male MC asked in awe.

"Tracks that I produced during my trainee times having made into our album it's really-it's such an honor and right now as well I'm shaking," Suga answered, feeling humbled.

"I know how that feels. There are really skillful and cool people above in the management but when our members do it themselves, there's really no words to describe but I like it to death!" The male MC pointed out. "Do introduce us to the title and subjects of those tracks!"

"The tracks I've produced are titled 'JUMP' and 'Tomorrow'. JUMP is a rather upbeat hip hop track while Tomorrow is a healing song especially for those in their 10s/20s, it's a song with more emotional depth." Suga explained.

"Tomorrow is my absolute favorite song on the album!" Jennie spoke with a big smile.

"Don't you also want to tell them your big news?" Rapmon gestured to her with a knowing smile.

"Ah...sure. I play the guitar for tomorrow in the album." She revealed. "I hope you all enjoy it."

"Wow~ I've heard you play the guitar. How was it?" The female MC asked.

"I really enjoyed working on it. It was a little hard at first but as I continued listening to the lyrics, I got a bit emotional. It's been a while since I played the electric guitar. I was more into the acoustic but it worked out very well after a couple of jam sessions in the studio."

"You'll hear the emotion in her playing," Suga added.

"The opportunity to play the guitar for one of our songs is a huge privilege and I'm really happy with the result."

"You will be surprised at her playing. I had to stare at her for a few moments, questioning if that was really her playing. I was really caught off guard. She plays well." He praised.

"Thank YOU for letting me play for your song."

"What was the facial expression and what did you say?" Jimin laughed as Suga dropped his jaw, staring at the camera in confusion.

"J-Jennie? How did you do that?" Suga stuttered, repeating what he said when he first heard her play as another roar of laughter surrounded the studio.

"And something that everyone knows about BTS, their lyrics aim to reach out to people in their 10s/20s. I heard that this album is to reach out to those schooling. Is that true?" The female MC asked.

"That's right. Well in our debut album, we sang, 'Hey kid what's your dream' where we talked about our dreams. In our second album we talked about 'happiness' and here in our 3rd album we talk about 'love'. We thought that especially for those in their late 10s, instead of dreams they'd be most concerned on the issue of love and with that we came up with the subject of a three part school series." Rapmon replied.

"Ah, I see. All right we're with BTS right now, they've got a really suitable theme/subject. Let's have them talk about this 1 by 1. Real men's and woman's love story, I wonder what this is about."

"Our title track Real Man, Boy in Luv is packed with overflowing love. A really manly stage performance as well as a manly song, you'll be able to listen to it in just a while's time!" J-Hope explained.

"And throughout the manliness of the song, you'll also see the girl's perspective. She thinks the guy is cute, but she tries to ignore the feelings a bit." Jennie added

"Ah...but it seems like you weren't able to resist Jimin's charms in the Music Video, is that right?" The male MC teased.

"...Yes." She answered after a pause and looked away while everyone chuckled at her reaction.

"Everything about it is manly with a dash of girlishness from the girl's perspective. Be it the song or the choreography, all of it." The male MC commented as they watched the Music video. "Firstly they're students but seems like those students who are rather street smart with great popularity, and they dance well too! And I've watched the MV as well as the photos. It's the love of real men towards a single girl, right?"

"During the filming, did any of the members slip and fall?" The female MC asked

"Ah yes, J-Hope. Hobie fell." Suga answered. "He started early in the day in his best condition but as it went later into the night, he started making mistakes and all."

"It was only in that moment really, I'm alright now!" J-Hope grinned sheepishly

"Was it because you felt pressured? Or you caught the flu or was it simply because you wanted to rest?" The male MC joked, making everyone laugh.

"No, no!" J-Hope tried to explain.

"That wasn't why?"

"It's not like that." He explained that he went to the clinic and was back and running the next day.

"We ended very early!" Jimin added

"Thanks to him," Rapmon commented.

"Well, this time round we've heard that you have a dance intended to shake up ladies' hearts." The male MC mentioned. "And Miss Bangtan has something in mind to shake up the guys' hearts. The name of the dance is called King Kong Dance?"

"Yes, many people started calling it King Kong Dance after watching our music video."

"We've prepared talk subjects that are compatible with Bangtan!" The male MC said.

"That's right, you can see here with me, that we've prepared this 2014 Bangtan Executive election." The female MC said, revealing the board next to her.

"The games can be participated by 3 people."

"Now we'll start by choosing the first one, 'Chief of Broadcast' and before we choose the mission, we have to choose the running candidates for the title. Perhaps is there anyone who has confidence in this title?"

"We need three people~"

"I'll try!" Jimin raised his hand

"I want to try it too," Jin spoke up.

"Jungkook too?" The male MC asked, looking at him raising his hand

"Yes!" He replied

'Find the King of Diction.' Was the first mission

After the three of them do Rock, Paper, Scissors, Jungkook gets to choose last while Jimin chooses first. Picking the first option which had two stars, the female MC tears off to cover to reveal the statement.

"This statement has to be said in five seconds time! If you get it wrong, you have to do it again. The most important thing is speed! Because if you get it wrong, you'll have to start again. So it's vital to be fast!" The MCs advised. "Start!"

"The natural fruit beverage Jung Hyung Don likes is the Lime fruit beverage or Pomegranate fruit?" Jimin read successfully before the time ran out.

"The 'seok-ryu' sounded a bit more like 'seo-gyu' so there's a bit of danger there but if you did about this level..." The male MC turned to the female MC.

"Pass?"

"Pass." The male MC agreed.

"Aye~ great job, Jimin!" Jennie high fived him.

Jin picked the one with the three stars as the female MC ripped off the cover.

"Ah, he's doomed. It's really tough!" J-Hope laughed.

Once he got the OK to start, Jin began to fumble with the words, "Do the ingredients of milk contain higher-content than iron-content-"

"Wrong wrong!" The MCs yelled.

"Do it again! Since we have to have it accurate, let's do it again~" The female MC exclaimed.

"Start!"

"Do the ingredients of milk contain higher calcium content than iron content? Or is there higher iron content than calcium content?" He managed to say it before the time but failed to pronounce it.

V raised his hand to volunteer when the MCs asked if anyone else wanted to try. "Do the ingredients of milk contain higher calcium content, more than-" He started muffling, stumbling over his words.

"AHHAHAHAHA!" Jennie laughed out loud.

"Aye! That won't do!" The female MC playfully scolded

"Please read what's written there!" Jin said

Next, it was Jungkook's turn as the female MC tears off the last tag. Suga cackled evilly while they read the statement. "Jungkook, start!" The male MC gestured

"The office supply and the office supply building, the office supply building's iron gates and-" Jungkook sighed as he stopped.

"Ah, do it again!"

"Aye, it's difficult."

"Once more, that ended too fast. Since this is really difficult, we'll reset the time for you."

Starting again, Jungkook quickly read the statement, "The office supply and the office supply building, the office supply building's iron gates and the office supply iron gate's twin-" He paused. "Ah...it's really difficult~"

"It's seriously difficult, right?"

In the end, Jimin managed to get the chief of broadcast, getting a badge on his arm. The next challenge was the future chief of love, picking three candidates, The MCs chose J-Hope, Suga and V.

'Why do you shake up my heart, Bangtan'

"The member that delivers the loveliest confession of love will be the winner!" The female MC announced.

But before they start, Jimin decides to do a voice impression of Taeyang, putting a shoestring on his head and a black cap on to mimic his hat with dreads.

"When Taeyang Sunbaenim has interviews!" Suga chuckled.

Jimin started impersonating him well, "This time...it's a hairstyle that many girls fancy...while watching Animal Kingdom, I saw the looks there and thought I should try this hairstyle." Everyone laughed in response.

After they pulled themselves together, V, Suga, and J-Hope got their cards, J-Hope revealed his card first and it said 'Having difficulties with Seoul talk dialect, transfer student version'

Romantic music came on in the background while J-Hope started his confession.

"Ah, for me up till now...it's still a bit..how do I say it...I'm still fluent in Seoul talk. But after hanging out with you for quite a while, it's been really nice hanging out with you and ah-dda I love you-ing." He grinned, making the MCs whoa.

"You did well!" They praised

"Now we'll have the others vote with their like/dislike cards. 1, 2, 3!" The male MC announced

Jennie puts up the pink thumbs up sign for J-Hope and so do the others except for V and Rapmon.

Next up was V as he revealed his paper. "You who came from the stars' Exchange student version." He read

"Start!"

"Why did you come? Why did you come here?" V sighed. "You say you like Jimin, but you like me, too, what is this?"

"NG!" The male MC shouted, making everyone laugh. Jennie giggled at V's confused expression.

"I'm sorry but V there's the board there. The guy's waiting with a ring prepared. Please just do the given lines."

"Ah! I'm supposed to read those lines and do it?" V questioned, finally understanding, while there was a commotion.

"Action!"

"Wait for me, I've prepared a ring! I'll put it on for you soon..." V read in a strong voice, making everyone laugh in their seats.

"Wait a minute was that a satori acting?" The MC questioned before telling him if it was a good job. When it was time to vote, everyone but Suga gave V a thumbs up. "Suga, how come you didn't like it?"

"I'm a real avid viewer of that drama and as a viewer, I really didn't like it. I think he completely wrecked Kim Soo Hyun's acting." He replied in a blunt tone.

When he opened his paper, the paper read 'Love unhealthy real man version'

When they said to start, Suga confidently said, "Keep your fourth finger empty because I'll be proposing to you."

Everyone cringed at the cheesiness, groaning and yelling. The guys quickly put a thumbs down. Giggling, Jennie raised the thumbs up sign.

"Ah~ only Jennie seems to like it!" The male MC laughed.

"She's lying. Give me this." V took her sign and turned it into a thumbs down, making her laugh

"Right now the dislikes are unanimous." The male MC laughed. "Suga! You prepared something really cool and nice but why do they dislike it so much?"

"I guess they're just people who don't know about romance." He replied with a shrug.

V was the winner with the highest points and won the chief of love, getting a badge. They were out of time and weren't able to do the last challenge.

"Even though I only got to vote today, it's been really fun." Rapmon mentions. "Just watching with Jennie has been really fun."

"Oh yeah, I had a good laugh. Hopefully next time Rapmon and I can do one of the challenges." She adds.

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'Melon Premiere Live'

'BTS'

'Jump'

For the performance, Jennie wore black shredded jeans, a white tank top and a leather jacket. Her hair was straight with loose curls as she sported a snapback on her head, wearing it backward.

With a microphone in hand, Jennie jumped up in the air with the guys, singing, "Let's jump!"

Soneul jeo wiro deulgo oechyeo da gachi pump it up!

"Lets jump!" She sang, jumping again with the guys.

soneul jeo wiro deulgo oechyeo modu da jumpin' up

(Lets jump!)

ttwieobojago

(Lets jump!)

jeongsin butjabeo

"Lets jump!" She pointed to the crowd.

soneul haneullo deulgo oechyeo modu da jumpin' up

Everybody say

(Lets jump!)

kkumkkuneun jadeuriyeo

(Lets jump!)

modu soneul wiro

(Lets jump!)

geunsim geokjeongeun dwiro

Lets jump! jump! ju-ju-ju-jump!

(Lets jump!)

Taking Rapmon's position, she jumped with the guys before dipping low while sing-rapping in a lower octave. "Kkumkkuneun jadeuriyeo~"

(Lets jump!)

"Modu soneul wiro~" She rocked side to side with the guys

(Lets jump!)

"Geunsim geokjeongeun dwiro~" She nodded her head back and forth to the beat.

Lets jump! jump! ju-ju-ju-jump!

eoril jeok kkumkkwowatdeon hieoro

yeongungi doegopaseo jeompeuhaetdeon

ttaewaneun dalli baero

keojyeobeorin kiwa heulleobeorin sigan

neon eoreuni doeeogajiman I wanna rewind

10sal kkomaengiga kkumkkwowasseotdeon meotjin

yeongungmanhwa jujegareul bulleowasseotdeon

geu ttaero doragagopa nungamgo sorichyeo

hajiman byeonhan geon eobtji hyeonsireun geudaero

V! nuga nareul magado

naui gal gireul gandago

insaeng han bangirago

Leggo

"Leggo!" She shouted with the guys.

Leggoooo

dan harureul sarado

huhoeneun jeoldaero eopdago

han beon ttwieobojago

Let's jump!

Pumping up her chest up and down with the guys as they chant, (Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!)

(Lets jump!)

"Soneul jeo wiro deulgo oechyeo da gachi pump it up!" She sang out.

(Lets jump!)

soneul jeo wiro deulgo oechyeo modu da jumpin' up

(Let's jump!)

ttwieobojago

(Lets jump!)

jeongsin butjabeo

(Lets jump!)

"soneul haneullo deulgo oechyeo modu da jumpin' up!"

Everybody say

(Let's jump!)

kkumkkuneun jadeuriyeo

(Let's jump!)

modu soneul wiro

(Let's jump!)

geunsim geokjeongeun dwiro

Let's jump! jump! ju-ju-ju-jump!

(Let's jump!)

"Kkumkkuneun jadeuriyeo~"

(Let's jump!)

"Modu soneul wiro~"

(Let's jump!)

"Geunsim geokjeongeun dwiro~"

Let's jump! jump! ju-ju-ju-jump!

nae insaengi bakkwin 2007nyeon

tto geureoke norae bureunjido 7nyeon

sonyeodeul mamui killer

But gakkeum nan dapdaphaetdeon

geu ttaero doraga

hayan baekji gatatdeon

nae jasingwa daemyeonhae

geu mannami tto dareun nareul kkaewonae

ja pomnage mudaereul olla

modu da nollage jump like Jordan

Ball!

geudaero doraga sunyeongan

bangguseok jarie bakhyeoitdeon teuraempollineul

kkeonae deuneorbeun gongteoreul ttwinora

jeompeu hanbeonimyeon geu hwanhui,

modu gajil deut haetdeon neowa

sunsuhaetdeon kkumdeullo nal sunoha

eoreuni doego sipdeon nae eorin nareun

maeiri gippeumeuro gadeuk chasseosseo

So can I be the one, juss can i be the one

that i.. stop

"Let's jump!"

soneul jeo wiro deulgo oechyeo da gachi pump it up

(Let's jump!)

soneul jeo wiro deulgo oechyeo modu da jumpin' up

"Let's jump!"

ttwieobojago

(Let's jump!)

jeongsin butjabeo

"Let's jump!"

soneul haneullo deulgo oechyeo modu da jumpin' up

Let's jump & down,

uriga wasseo we are BTS

Beat down! junbiga dwaesseumyeon

soneul nopi deureo

eoril jeok kkumkkudeon geotgwaneun dareujiman

biroso mannatji urin yeongung jimangsaeng raeppeo

ijen mudae wiro jump!

uriga chasedae hieoro

cheoreopgiman haetdeon yeongung jimangsaeng

ilgobi mandeureoganeun jump sound

teuraempollin daesin naega ttwieoya haneun

goseun mudae wi, michin deusi up down

ije malman malgo nalgaereul dal ttaeya

gal ttaekkaji dallinda let's get it started

du eokkaereul pigo rock your body

meorissogeul biugo let's go party

(Let's jump!)

kkumkkuneun jadeuriyeo

(Let's jump!)

modu soneul wiro

(Let's jump!)

geunsim geokjeongeun dwiro

(Let's jump!)

"kkumkkuneun jadeuriyeo~"

(Let's jump!)

"modu soneul wiro~"

(Let's jump!)

"Geunsim geokjeongeun dwiro~"

(Let's jump!)

"Kkumkkuneun jadeuriyeo!" Rapmon and Jen say together.

(Let's jump!)

"modu soneul wiro~"

(Let's jump!)

"Geunsim geokjeongeun dwiro~"

"Yeah eh eh eh aye~" Jungkook and Jimin end the same in harmony

After getting settled, the members are seated on stage in front of the crowd. "Let's hear if the members have a song they like." The interviewer announced

"I like that song, a dialect song, Where you from. I don't have much part in this song since I don't use dialect but I wrote an amazing bridge." Rapmon answered.

"Can we hear a bit?" He asked. The crowd started screaming when he started to sing part of his verse.

"Next, which songs did you guys make?"

"Suga joined in the making of the song Jump." J-Hope revealed

"The song you just heard is a song produced a long time ago. Four years ago when I was still a trainee, I made it with Rap Monster." Suga answered. "I'm really glad that it got to be on the album. I think our name is on the credit for every song. We worked really hard so please love it."

"You guys must be proud. I'm excited too. You guys wrote something before coming in here, right?" The interviewer reveals all the questions that the fans have written on various post-it notes.

"Jin, did you succeed in making muscles?" Read the question

"I've been working really hard for the past two months. But I don't have muscles yet. I don't get them easily but I have a little. Our members now do." He replied.

"Is this why you wore destroyed jeans? To show your leg muscles?" The interviewer teased him as Jin showed off his black ripped jeans. "Next question, Jennie, are you playing the guitar in any of the songs?"

"As a matter of fact, I am. I play the electric guitar in Tomorrow. The song was also made by Suga. I'm really happy about that." She answered happily.

"Yes, we worked really hard on it. We hope you enjoy the song." Suga added.

Next question was 'Who is the most far from being a manly man?'

Mostly everyone, including Jennie pointed to V while everyone laughed. "I'm a man with great imaginations." V answered

"He is still very naïve, more like a cute guy." Suga added.

"Gwiyomi?" The interviewer questioned.

"Show them!" Suga let out a laugh.

"Gwi...yomi?" V said in a weird voice.

For their last performance, the guys meet up on stage, some walking down the steps to greet each other in their school uniforms.

But as soon as Jennie walks down the steps in her school uniform, the crowd gets louder when the guys stop and stare as she walks by, paying them no mind.

Afterward, they all get in position for Boy In Luv.

doegopa neoui oppa

neoui sarangi nan neomu gopa

doegopa neoui oppa

neol gatgo mal geoya dugo bwa

wae nae mameul heundeuneun geonde

heundeuneun geonde heundeuneun geonde

appa,

appan daeche eoddeohge

eomma

hante gobaekhan geonji

pyeonji

rado sseoya doelleonji

mwonji,

ni apeseo nan meonji

gwaenhi tiktikdaego

ssikssikdaego jingjingdaege dwae

naneun jinjihande

jjijilhage sibina geolge dwae

mwonde singyeong sseuyeo

da keun nal aero mandeureo

geokkuro dwijibeulkkyeo,

inyeoneul yeonineuro

daehakggajido neorang gandamyeon

cham jal gal geot gata

ganadaramabasaa hakunamatata!

ddokgateun peuropil sajin

wae jakku hwaginhalkka

geureohdago chakgakhajima

swiun namja anya

andal nasseo na andal nasseo

niga mwonde?

neoman jallasseo?

wae nareul jakku nollyeo nollyeo

neo ije geuman hol' up hol' up

ggwak jaba nal deopchigi jeone

nae mami neol nohchigi jeone

Say what you want

niga jinjjaro wonhaneun ge mwoya

ggwak jaba nal deopchigi jeone

nae mami neol nohchigi jeone

Say what you want

niga jinjjaro wonhaneun ge mwoya

wae nae mameul heundeuneun geonde

heundeuneun geonde heundeuneun geonde

Strutting around the stage, she started to ponder. "He's so good looking and he wants me. He thinks I don't notice him watching as my face is stuck in the books." She glanced back at the guys watching her. "I wonder how many times my name was written in his notebook. He told me 'I'll have you, just watch.' I called it a bluff. Let me just ignore him, he'll go away soon enough. At least that's what I thought. He wants to be my oppa. Shall I call him oppa? What should I do? Why is my face getting so hot from his intense stares? He always catches me when I try to flee. He's persistent. Is this what mom felt for dad?"

Rushing up to her, Suga started to dance and rap in her face while she looked annoyed and tried to ignore him.

geoteuron bad bad girl,

sogeun deo bad bad girl

na gateun namjal nohchimyeon

huhoehage doel geol

mesinjeo hwaginhaenohgo

nureuji anhneun neoui haengwi

"il" jari eobseo jimgwa dongsie sokman

Shoving him back a bit, she shook her head. "A bad bad boy on the outside, an even more bad bad boy on the inside. I don't want a boy, I want a man. Me regretting losing a guy like you? It's the other way around. Fall back a little bit." She turned around, only to get her hand grabbed and spun around to face him, earning a few loud screams.

taji nebigeisyeonina salkka bwa

(ppareum ppareum ppareum) eopilharyeogo

gyesok nan (adung badung badung)

jinsim? (I got 'em) dwissim? (I got 'em)

naega yuilhage gajji mothan geon

neoui (areum areum daum)

i naega eoddeohge

byeonhamyeon doegetni, hol' up

mildang? eojang?

geureon geo nan jal molleo

daesin apeumyeon

irilgu malgo nal bulleo

niga ullamyeon ureo,

useuramyeon useo, gureuramyeon gulleo

andal nasseo na andal nasseo

niga mwonde?

neoman jallasseo?

wae nareul jakku nollyeo nollyeo

neo ije geuman hol' up hol' up

ggwak jaba nal deopchigi jeone

nae mami neol nohchigi jeone

Say what you want

niga jinjjaro wonhaneun ge mwoya

ggwak jaba nal deopchigi jeone

nae mami neol nohchigi jeone

Say what you want

niga jinjjaro wonhaneun ge mwoya

As the lights dim and Jennie stands in the middle, crossing her arms, Jungkook walks over to her with a hand over his heart.

"Doegopa neoui oppa." He sang with a smile as she turned around. He took out the rose in his pocket and handed it to her as she started to smile. "Neoreul hyanghan naui maeumeul wae molla."

"Nareul moreun cheokhaedo chagaun cheokhaedo." Jin came up to her, singing to her with a smile as she returned his smile.

Jimin grabbed her hand and twirled her around before lifting up her chin with a smile while singing, "Neol mireonaejin mothagesseo."

doegopa neoui oppa

neoui namjaga doel geoya dugo bwa

naui maeumi nege datorok

jigeum dallyeogal geoya

ggwak jaba nal deopchigi jeone

nae mami neol nohchigi jeone(nohchigi jeone)

Say what you want

niga jinjjaro wonhaneun ge mwoya

ggwak jaba nal deopchigi jeone

nae mami neol nohchigi jeone

Say what you want

niga jinjjaro wonhaneun ge mwoya

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After their schedule was done for the day, Jennie went to the store to continue buying some last minute items for the guys. Buying various candy and cupcake mixes, she planned on making the guys cupcakes.

After leaving the supermarket, she decided to head to a local game store to buy the latest video game she could trash Jungkook in. Walking to the PlayStation section, she decided to grab Battlefield 4 since he's been talking about it for a while.

"Man...I really want it..." A girl sighed as she looked at the new Nintendo 2DS along with the Pokemon X and Y game.

"Honey, I can't afford that, right now. I told you this before we went inside." Her mom replied.

Jennie looked up to see the girl looking sad while checking out the 2DS. Pondering, she wanted to approach her and offer to buy it for her. She had saved a lot of money thanks to her mom stressing to save and spend wisely. Spending over 100 dollars on the game system won't be too bad.

Should she approach her?

The worst they can say is no.

"Excuse me," Jen's soft voice caught their attention.

The girl, who looked around the age of 13 gasped loudly, covering her mouth. "It's Jennie! From BTS!"

"You know me?" Jennie asked out loud in surprise.

"Know you? I love you!"

"Oh my! Hello! It's very nice to meet you. My daughter is a huge fan of yours. How lucky are we to have bumped into you today," Her mother smiled while Jennie bowed to her politely.

"I'm not just a huge fan, she's my bias!" Her daughter said loud and proud.

'I'm not just a huge fan, she's my bias!'

'She's my bias!'

'Bias...'

'I'm...her bias...? Me?' Jennie thought slowly, taken aback at her sudden outburst. She couldn't believe this little girl looked up to her and named her as her favorite in BTS. Smiling gratefully, she happily replied with a thank you.

"Can I please take a picture with you? Please?"

"Of course!" She happily bent down a little and threw up a peace sign while the girl took a selfie with a large grin on her face. Turning to the girl's mother, Jennie explained why she approached them. "I don't mean to bother you but I couldn't help but notice your daughter wanting the Nintendo 2DS. I would like to buy it for her. If it's all right with you."

Another large gasp escaped the girl's lips while her mother looked surprised at her offer. "If it's all right with you, then sure." Turning to her daughter she asked her, "Now what do you say to this kind young lady?"

"Thank you so much!" The girl hugged her tightly, earning a whoa from Jennie. Laughing, she hugged her back.

"Don't just hug her without her permission!" Her mother scolded. "I apologize for her bad manners."

"No, no, it's perfectly fine. I love hugs. Now let's get this 2DS for you." She picked up the Pokemon game and 2DS, taking it to the counter. After paying for everything, she handed the girl the bag after taking out Battlefield 1 to put in her purse. "Here you are! I hope you enjoy the game."

With tears of joy flowing down the girl's cheeks, she embraced Jennie again. "Thank you so much, Jennie. I will cherish this forever!"

"Thank you for doing this for my daughter. You are such a kind soul."

"The smile on people's faces makes my day. All I ask is that you please continue to support BTS."

"Of course!" The girl promised.

After Jennie went back to the dorm, hiding the cupcake mix and other ingredients from the members, she checked their shared Twitter account.

"What in the world...?" She murmured.

'Jennie from BTS shows generosity as she buys a fan a Nintendo 2DS and Pokemon game' on ALLKPOP and other K-Media sites.

Jennie was dumbfounded. Who filmed her? She didn't even notice she was being filmed. Sometimes she forgot that she was actually known in South Korea. She was overwhelmed by the nice comments about how generous and kind she was to do that for someone.

"Jennie! YOU WENT TO GAMESTOP WITHOUT ME!?" Jungkook yelled as she let out a sigh.

"I guess he read the article." She said and decided to take the game out. "Get the game set up. It's time to trash you." She tossed the game at him as he gaped at it.

"You got the game!? For us?! Seriously!? This is great!"

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When it was finally Valentine's Day, Jen managed to convince the guys to go out for lunch, while she got ready for the day. She chose to bake heart shaped vanilla cupcakes. Finally mixing the ingredients together and putting them in the pan, she set the two pans in the oven.

While waiting for them to bake, she chose to make a Twitter video, "Happy Valentine's Day, ARMY! Please spend the day with your loved ones. This day isn't just about dating, show your love for your friends and family, too! I love you all! Stay warm and have an awesome day!" She shot up a finger heart with a sweet smile.

After baking 36 cupcakes and decorating them, she placed them on three stands to stack them neatly on the living room table.

"It smells so good~" She took one off the stand and bit into it. "And it's so good. I hope they like it."

Ten minutes later, the guys finally arrived back from lunch. "Jennie! We're back!" Namjoon called out.

"Happy Valentine's Day~!" Her voice was heard as they walked to the kitchen. There she was presenting the stack of baked cupcakes for them. Hobi, Jimin and Tae screamed in excitement as she let out a laugh. "I didn't want to buy any baked goods so I wanted to bake something from the heart. I hope you like it."

"Like it? This is awesome!" Namjoon exclaimed.

Hobi pulled her in for a bear hug and she started to laugh.

Snapping a picture on the stacked cupcakes while Jen was talking to the guys, Yoongi tweets, 'She is SO going to get spoiled on White Day...#Suga'

"Before you all dig in, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for being such great friends and helping me grow as a performer here in South Korea. Enjoy these cupcakes made with love!" She said in a genuine tone.

"That's it...bring it in. Group hug, everyone. This is amazing." Namjoon pulled her in for a hug.

"Thank you Jennie~" They thank her as they hug her tightly.

Once they dug in, their satisfied sighs were more than enough for Jennie to know that they liked it.

"Jennie. I want you to look forward to White Day. We're going to go over the top for you." Jin guaranteed.

"Really? Guys, you're so sweet. You don't need to do that. I'll be fine."

"No, no, no, you will be hooked up on White Day. How dare you say you don't want anything after what you've done? No refusing." Yoongi demanded

"All right, all right. I'll look forward to it." She let out another laugh.

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On Hobi's birthday, gathering for a meeting to monitor the showcase, Jennie sat in between Jin and Rapmon as they focused on the showcase and their performance for Boy In Luv, but all of a sudden the monitor started to glitch as they looked confused. But then Jin started to smile when his birthday message to J-Hope began to play.

"Hope, a big happy birthday to you~. You must want to see your family during your birthday but since the members are here for you, I hope you're still as happy." Jin said in the video, making J-Hope laugh loudly. "And again, happy birthday, Hope."

"When did you film this?" J-Hope asked with a bright smile.

Next up appearing was Suga on the screen. "J-Hope~ for your 21st birthday, a serious congratulations. Let's keep making good songs, even in 2014, let's just have good songs come in our way. Congrats again."

"Hope! Happy birthday~!" Jen's bright voice was heard in the video as she waved to the camera. "Your munchkin wishes you an awesome birthday! You're always helping me with my dancing and you always brighten up my day. Thank you for always being there for me. You're such a kind soul and your positive energy is so contagious. Haha, you are definitely our sunshine in the group. I wish you many more birthdays to come. I love you~!"

Next up was Rapmon in the video. "Hope! Happy birthday! It's already your 4th birthday that we are celebrating together. Again, happy birthday. Always be the J-Hope that is happy and dances well. I love you."

"Hey, you there! Happy birthday." V said on the video, making J-Hope laugh again. "I always see you as positive and hopeful hope. This video message, the members birthday message, I am imagining you crying and weeping over this surprising birthday message. Hyung, again, happy birthday! I love you!"

"It's Jungkook and Jimin. Hope hyung, happy birthday!" Jimin said as he clapped with Jungkook. "Congrats on your 21st birthday, hyung. To be honest, there are many things I look up to you. Not just your healing image in the dorm. Thanks to you, the group is always so lively and in a good mood. You also keep the house clean. I think that you are a really good brother. I sometimes have these thoughts that since you're older now, I feel like we need to be more like an adult now."

"That's right." Jungkook agreed. "I am becoming more of an adult now, I will listen to your words more. I sincerely wish you a happy birthday."

"Sorry, we couldn't prepare a birthday present. Us youngsters are in lack of money." Jimin laughed.

"We love you."

"I hope you would let loose on us sometimes," Jimin mentioned, making everyone laugh. "We will try to listen to you more. We love you hyung, Bye~"

Everyone bursted out in laughter when they saw the manager on the screen.

The manager started laughing at first in the video. "To our beloved J-Hope, it's nice to see you livening up the mood in the team and always full of hope. Although I've never said this in front of you, you know it right? I really love you. Happy birthday~. This year too, let's continue to support each other. Let's run to the top!"

As soon as Hobi's father came on the screen for a video message, he started to tear up. "Son, it's your father. You're doing well, right? I'm really sorry I can't say a proper happy birthday on your 21st birthday."

Jennie turned to see Hobi starting to cry as tears started to appear in her eyes.

"Me and your mom are thankful to have a son like you. Happy birthday again to our lovely son." His father said while Jennie started fanning her eyes to stop her tears. "Your second mini album, seeing that you've worked hard on it, I'll be praying that good results will come. Also, over everything else, I hope for you to be in good health. Don't forget that, if you stay healthy, anything can be done. I hope you do well in the future. Once again, happy birthday my son~. My son, I love you. J-Hope, all the best. BTS, all the best."

Next was his mom and sister as they greeted him. "Hoseok it's your mom and sister here. Congrats on your 21st birthday. And your new mini album just recently came out as much as you've worked hard on it, I hope for good results. And take good care of your health. Though I'm not beside you physically, through this video I hope it gives you strength."

"I also hope you enjoy your birthday! Bye! Happy birthday! Always stay healthy, all the best to Bangtan."

After the video was over, Jimin walked in with the candle lit cake as everyone sang. "Happy birthday to you~ happy birthday to you! To our beloved Hoseok hyung~ Happy birthday to you!"

"Woo~" everyone cheered as he blew out the candles.

Jin handed Hobi a tissue to wipe his tears while Jimin sat down, behind him.

"Seeing Hoseok hyung crying is kinda surreal," Jimin admitted, looking surprised.

"I was surprised when Hoseok cried," Jin added.

"I totally didn't expect this," Hobi said as he tried to pull himself together. "Ah...what to do."

"What do you mean what to do? Because of you, everyone is crying now."

"When will you cry again if it's not today? Cry as much as you like." Jimin smiled.

"I didn't expect this. Thank you." He sniffed.

As they stand up, they cut the cake.

"Truthfully, when the members' faces came out I felt the tears coming. Even when the manager came out, the tears were threatening to fall. But when my father's face suddenly came out, I couldn't hold it and I just burst into tears. Seriously...Big Hit is seriously the best." Hobi said, making everyone laugh.

"Big hit, Bangtan and our ARMYs, I love you all! Thank you!" he said to the camera while everyone clapped

"It feels like we won an award or something. It feels like we're in an award ceremony." Jimin laughed while Hobi started hugging the members.

"Leader, you're the best." Hobi shook hands with Namjoon. "Thank you, Munchkin." He goes to hug her after she gives him a sweet kiss on the cheek and then goes to hug Jimin. "Thank you. It was the best birthday I've spent."

"Jungkook you had like five! Share!" Jimin tried to snatch one of Jen's cupcakes from him.

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They were back in the dorm, eagerly munching on the last of the cupcakes. Meanwhile, Jennie was on the couch in the living room, watching TV, laughing to herself at their fighting.

"Hyung! Give it back! That was mine!" Jungkook shouted.

"Too bad~ hahaha!"

As she continued to watch Running Man on TV, her attention was interrupted when her phone dinged. Looking down she saw Jungkook's text.

JK: Can you bake for me?

Amused, she looks up and turns her head to meet his gaze.

Jen: Lol, sure Kookie.

JK: Only me?

Jen: Just you?? What about the other guys?

JK: I don't want them to hog my best friend's baking

Looking up again in amusement and surprise at his statement, she raised a brow at him. But the look on his face showed that he wasn't necessarily kidding around.

Jen: How about this, I'll bake you your own batch when I bake again.

JK: I like the sound of that. :)

#bts #bangtan boys #jungkook #jungkook x oc #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #the bangtan gal #bts 8th member #bts female member #bts added member #bts additional member #bts fluff

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andiwriteordie · 2 years ago

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Are you a ‘the only thing I like more than seeing Will Byers happy is Will Byers unhappy’ kind of person

Or are you a ‘Will should be tortured, nearly killed but🥺what🥺if🥺he🥺and🥺Mike🥺played🥺dnd🥺together🥺’ kind of person

Or are you both like me in which case you’ll ‘actively look for Will angst fics but then get mad when he has to go through angst’

Or possibly you’re a ‘complains to Andi about Will being sad but secretly wants Will to be sad but also wants Will to be happy’ because that’s me. Conflicted and annoying

piper i need you to know i saw this and actually laughed. then i sent it to my best friend, and she laughed too. so thank you, i needed this today.

so tbh i am a "hell was the journey, but it brought me heaven" kinda gal in basically everything that i ship (including byler) LOL. yes, there is something in my soul that sees tiny will in s1 and s2 and is like, "please someone for the love of god protect this child at all cost," but then also the angst in the show and in fics is just sooooo 🤌🏽

my thing is... i love when media (whether it be tv shows/movies/books/fanfics) make me think deeply and give me something to relate to. like i do like a good comedy and some fluffy things in media, but things that stick with me far, far more often are the ones that really dig deep into the rawness and vulnerability of the human experience! it's why i love characters like will (and mike), because all those things these characters are going through make for a perfect sandbox to play around with heavy and yet almost universal topics like grief, perception of self, fear of change and the unknown, etc.

so while i do love writing a good silly fic where will kisses mike on accident or everyone makes a bet on when these two idiots will get together already, i feel like i always default back to the topics that have stuck with me in my own life and that get me thinking and feeling things that i might not have done before lol. and when i write angst and explore difficult topics, my goal in my storytelling is to always get people to feel and think about those same types of things that have stuck with me! :)

(all that said. if will doesn't get a happy ending in canon, i am rioting. HELL WAS THE JOURNEY. BUT IT BROUGHT ME HEAVEN. OK.)

#andi's asks #i'm sorry piper i know this ask was probably a joke #and i loved it i genuinely giggled #i've just been thinking about this recently so your ask was the opportunity i needed #to share more about my little dumb writer brain

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mrshipsmcgee · 2 years ago

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Look, I’m not normally a Mob AU kinda gal… but I guess I am now that Liz has written a Mob AU? What kind of a hold do you have on me woman? This is so freaking good!!! There’s no need for me to write anymore. This will sustain me from now on. no other thoughts, just SAV. An unhinged read through review under the cut.

- first off, the chemistry that these two have in just the first few lines is off the chart. Him trying to be suave and hard and her “graveyard dirt and tears” LOL I LOVE HER SM IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HER WE RIDE AT DAWN

- AND HES GRINNING LIKE A FOOL HEHEHEHE who is strong now Mob Pete? Hehehe they are so cute I am mush already

- HE USED THE NAME BEN IM DONE

- omfg why is this girl such a fucking sweetheart? I love her. She’s so cute WE MUST PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS

- how you describe how Peter looks at her and studies her should be a masterclass on writing

- ugh I knew Tod with one D would be a fucking problem when I first read his stupid little name. UGH

- oh wait, this isn’t an adorable coffee shop AU - I almost forgot! Hello goons

- Peter stepping to block Honey in some tiny attempt to protect her 😭😩 we love our protective sexy king

-omfg what’s happening… who are these guys on the train???? Oh fuck me I DONT WANT ANYTHING TO HAPPEN TO MY GIRL HONEY. PLEASE LIZ

- Peter is gonna kill Katz - IM GONNA KILL KATZ

- WHERE IS SHE OMFG LIZ

- oh thank fuck it’s Peter. I can breathe

-MILES?!:’suxnejsianannsnsdk MILES!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!

- awwwwwwwwww shit!!!!!!

sugar and vice, pt 1 [mob!tasm!peter x fem!reader]

summary: I have a meet-cute in a coffee shop. but for mob!peter.

words: 5.5k

warnings: Shameless TASM mob!daddy Peter fantasies, including, but not limited to, kidnapping, knives, bang bang shoot shoot, pining, eventual smut

Part 1

“Just a coffee, black. Biggest ya got.”

Wearily, yet still wired, Peter tapped his fingers on the stainless steel counter. It was late. Or early. Streetlamps still blazed in unholy darkness outside. It had been a long night. But he had felt like he’d been up for years.

Across from him, a young woman wearing overalls and a daisy-yellow bandana gave him a heavy nod. “Sure,” she replied, gravely. “I have to warn you, though. We over-roast our beans. It’s bitter as hell.”

He blinked at her, not expecting such honesty. She had a trusting face. Pretty eyes.

“Ya wanna sweeten it up for me?”

He could hear the lame pickup line of a younger version of himself. One that wore a confident smirk, walked with bravado. One that hadn’t lost what he had lost. The older Peter of today brushed that voice away. “I like bitter.”

He glanced up at her eyes and saw sympathy. “Oof, tragic,” she frowned, shaking her head teasingly, her coyness peeking through. She retrieved a paper cup and filled the dark liquid to the brim.

The personalness of it threw him off. Peter had wandered in like a zombie. He only briefly heard her ask for his order and his name, both of which he gave, and he expected nothing in return but the coffee. He watched her carefully, shifting uncomfortably. He was the only customer in the shop at this hour, but he didn’t expect to be seen.

“Here you go,” she declared, handing the cup over. “One large black graveyard dirt, extra tears.”

It wasn’t so much the joke, rather the way she beamed when she said it. It was like sunlight peeking through the curtains just right, casting a familiar space in an ethereal glow.

She glowed.

Seeing it awakened his senses. He felt the way flowers must feel, desperately reaching their petals out toward the sun after they’d been neglected through a long, dark winter.

Before he knew it, he was smiling back. Teeth bared, eyes crinkled, grinning like a fool. He thought his muscles couldn’t remember what smiling felt like. It ached.

She reached out, extending the cup towards him. But it was so much more than that.

His gaze darted from her sparkling eyes, to the curve of her mouth, back to the apples of her cheeks—

“Thanks for stopping by, Ben!”

The illusion vanished, as did his smile. He pulled away, staring at the stainless steel countertop for a moment. He thanked her and took the cup from her hand, dropping a couple of bucks in the jar. He didn’t spare her another glance as he turned on his heel.

For a moment there, he felt free. He’d forgotten what he was underneath the leather gloves, thick cashmere coat, the bitter coffee, and the fake name.

His hand found the door, the winter chill penetrating his glove. Just as he began to push it open, he heard a shout.

“Wait!”

He did, glancing back at her, against his better judgment.

“I forgot to tell you,” she said, almost shrinking into herself with a sheepish expression. She blushed at the eagerness and volume of her own voice. “To have a great day.”

He blinked, brow creased.

“It’s, uh, sorry— it’s stupid,” she rolled her eyes, slapping her palm across her forehead. “But I’m… I’m supposed to say ‘have a great day’ and I always forget, maybe ‘cos I’m a little ADHD, and my boss always reminds me that I need to say it every time, but that’s awkward, right? Like it needs to come up in conversation, I can’t just blurt it. I mean, I can. Like, I just did. But that was weird, right? It was weird. And sometimes, I’m thinking about the next 3 things I have to do, or the thing I just did and I get… I don’t know, a little lost in the moment, and then it passes, and then I felt like I missed out, y’know?”

He stared. “No?”

“On saying what I want really to say,” she said with a voice full of warmth—gentle and genuine in tone. Her babbling ceased as she emphatically declared. “I really hope you have a great day. You deserve it.”

There it was again. That smile. Sincerity and kindness sliced through him like a razor. He was a child again, getting a kiss on the cheek from his mother. Her cheerful gaze lit him up inside, like setting off a roman candle beneath his ribs. It wrapped him in a firm embrace, filling him, shielding him, and grounding him all at once.

This time, he couldn't look away. Didn't want to. He waited until he could hear the flutter in her heart. He was smiling again.

“Thank you. I think I will.”

And as if she’d cast some sort of spell, he did. The way she enchanted him, he was certain if they lived 400 years ago they might accuse her of witchcraft. He always had a good day when he saw her. No matter how painful, or dirty, or bloody. She became his good luck charm. His ability to ‘have a good day’ became entirely dependent on seeing her.

He shouldn’t go back there. He should try the Starbucks down the street. But he couldn’t help it.

She’d pour him basic drip coffee, announcing aloud to the whole shop as she handed it to him. “Here you go! Extra large, extra-hot dark roast, with extra-darkness and a splash of angst.” There was affection in her gaze despite the sarcasm of her voice.

“One extra large coffee, black as the devil’s soul.” She’d whisper to him privately, gifting him with a good-luck smile, even when the coffee shop was full of people during the morning rush. In those moments, she made him feel like they were the last two people on the planet. And it always made something in his belly flutter.

“I have an extra-black ‘Fault in Our Stars,’ with a shot of ‘The Road’ for my friend in the suit!”

Her friend. He couldn’t help but blush. How could he come to this place every day, stand in line, and feel like he was coming home? She was magic.

The coffee really was awful.

“Let me know if you ever want me to sweeten that up for you,” she graciously suggested, as the cup left her fingers. The brush of her fingertips against his felt like wildfire. Her comment was innocent, but his mind wasn’t. “I think I can make it taste better—I have some window cleaner left.”

He was smiling again. It blossoms into something reciprocal. That should be enough. He shouldn’t be greedy. He should walk away now. He should run.

“What would you suggest?” he asked coyly. It was the first time he had ever done so.

A million saccharine-infused terms of endearment flowed through his mind—sweetness, sugar, gumdrop, sweetheart, sweetie, cookie, peach, muffin, angelcake—most of them were trash. (Really, Parker? What is this, high school? Whaddya doin’? You ever talk to a woman before? Why do you sound like somebody’s grandpa? Such a creepy —

Some of them weren’t appropriate between friends. None of them appropriate coming from a stranger.

That’s what he was, deep down. God, this precious girl—she was so trusting. Was she friendly like this with everyone? No, he had noticed as time went on. She’s warm and kind to everyone she meets. But not like this. Not the way she is for him.

“Ooh, getting adventurous, are we?” she teased him, stars in her eyes.

For him. All he could do was stare back in awe at the Milky Way in her gaze. He would follow them and venture on any journey where they may lead.

“How do you feel about lavender and honey?”

Flowers and sugar for Brits and fancy people. He quirked his brow at the concept. “In coffee?”

Her eyes twinkled with excitement, as she spun around and began her concoction.

For him.

He needed to leave. But he followed the length of her arms, the delicacy of her fingers, the way her hips moved as she danced around her workstation. He was hypnotized again.

He imagined dancing with her. Letting her body flow and wrap around his like curtains billowing in the breeze. He barely registered that she was holding a new cup out toward him. While he was daydreaming, she had written his name on the cup and drew a little heart next to it.

He stared at it. It’s not exactly his name. But it’s the one he’d given her. And in return, she had given him so much.

He took the cup from her hand and couldn’t help but feel like he was undeserving of her kindness. Or her attention. Or her heart.

“Don’t make that face,” she softly admonished as if she could read his mind, or she might have read his sad look as disproval of her efforts. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.”

She gave him a smile. She gave and gave and gave. Gave him a reason to keep living. She didn’t even know.

He took a sip. It warmed his tongue, his throat, his heart. It ached.

“S’good,” he hummed, honestly surprised. He was telling her the truth. He reached for his wallet with his free hand, retrieving a wad of bills. He always paid in cash.

She waved him off, mock offense on her face. “No, silly. That’s not how gifts work!” Her laugh sounded like church bells.

She was a gift. For him. His flower. His Honey.

“This one’s on the house,” she assured him, as he hesitantly lowered his wallet. She whispered low, in a tone that burned him up inside. “It’ll be our secret.” His mind felt like it was rebooting. She said it innocently, but he was anything but. She scoffed with a flippant laugh, “Just don’t tell my boss, okay?”

Her boss. He knew about her boss. Tod. With one ‘D’.

Some mornings, particularly Monday through Thursday, he’d see the pencil-like man stiffly pacing the back of the bar while she and another young girl kept up with demand. Hawkish eyes, always watching. Always judging. Rarely picking up a milk jug himself.

He dominated the register. Peter hated handing him cash. His face reminded him of a cheese grater if it could look unhappy. “Are you sure you don’t want a pastry?” he offered the ‘add-on’ with what was supposed to be a smile.

Peter’s eyes shot over to his Honey as she was artfully pouring foam, adding her magic to someone else’s cup. She refused to look at Peter and he hated it. It reminded him of a defense tactic. Don’t look at the thing you don’t want to be taken away. As if he was a prized possession that she wanted to hide away from Tod, who might accuse her of having ‘favorites.’

It stirred wild emotions to be thought of that way, especially by her.

How dare her boss accuse her of any wrongdoing. How dare he threaten her.

“I’m fine,” said Peter, with a chill he hoped Tod could feel.

He needed to leave.

He needed to take his Honey and his Lavender Latte and just go.

He shook his head. His brain was lagging again. He turned away from the straight-backed scarecrow before a robotic ‘thank you for being a customer’ could be responded to.

Peter waited. Eyes on the floor. Eyes on the exit. Eyes on the windows. Eyes on her, but only briefly. He waited and daydreamed bitterly, waiting for her to call out a name that wasn’t his.

“Honey Lavender Latte,” his enchantress called out. Hearing her voice caught him from his downward spiral. He made eye contact with her as he took the cup from her hands. Warmth radiated from her eyes, although muted. It was enough to soothe and comfort him.

She blushed, sheepishly, unable to contain the smile in her voice. “Have a lavender-ly day.”

His mood lifted. Such a silly girl. Witchcraft, indeed. “Thanks, Honey,” he replied, without thinking.

Her big eyes widened for a moment, and her heart quickened. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked away, unsuccessfully hiding her teeth.

Peter would call her that a million times in a row if it would elicit that reaction.

“Have a great day,” Tod interrupted, murdering the moment.

Poor girl. She cowered slightly, like a dog hearing the word ‘no.’ She took a breath and put on a smile, turning back towards her work.

Tough girl. She didn’t need Peter to defend her.

He glanced over at Tod with a deadpan expression, and walked out of the shop before he did or said anything else stupid.

The world was full of Tods. It was also full of monsters. Sometimes Peter was one of them. No Tod was truly worth his attention.

Except for that one time.

A Tuesday morning in the middle of the holiday shopping season. Peter stood in line patiently, arms crossed, gritting his teeth. He glowered behind the bar at Tod, standing too close to his Honey. She gazed up at her boss helplessly, watching him turn red in the face, as the flagpole of a man waved his arms wildly. Clearly agitated, he kept his volume low but his body language screamed at her.

“What I need your help with is this,” Tod hissed as he towered over her. “I need you to tell me what is the best method for getting information into your head. How can I communicate with you in a way that you’ll understand?” His voice was soft although he flailed like a wavy-arm inflatable man in a car lot.

“Tell me honestly,” he sneered, dressing her down in front of a line of customers. At this point, Peter didn’t need any superpowers to be able to hear the conversation. She visibly fought the urge to cry. “Do I need to write it down? Do I need to scream at you? Do I need to throw something? Do I need to take you aside and have an hour-long conversation?” She kept her eyes on the ground as he kept pelting her with icicles. “Tell me your preference here. What is it that you’ll respond to?”

The scene came to an abrupt end when the glass of the shop window shattered. The sound silenced him finally. The front door swayed limply, having been yanked off its hinges and slammed into its frame. His Honey glanced around the shop with concern.

Peter was no longer there.

He didn’t come back that day.

Neither did Tod.

Some sort of accident, his Honey told him the following week, although he already knew the details. She explained to him why the shop had a new manager, a well-composed woman named Leyla. By the airiness of her mood, he could tell she greatly preferred Leyla’s managerial style.

She was happy, and that made him happy.

And that should be enough.

He should leave. He should run. Get as far away from her as possible.

But he was intoxicated by her. Drunk on her sweetness and her Honey Lavender Lattes.

He looked at her like she was the queen of the hive. He’d let her take that crown, any anything else she could ever want, if he had the chance. He’d worship her. He already looked at her like she was a goddess. The devotion in his honey-tinted eyes was clear to anyone who bothered to look.

“Peter Parker!”

Hearing his real name while he stood grinning like a fool in front of his Honey one afternoon made him flinch, sending a shiver up his spine. He turned around, yanked from his reverie, watching three men stroll into the shop.

He positioned his body in front of her, obscuring her from their view. His hands were tight balls at his sides.

Peter was familiar with two of the faces, but razor-sharp focused on the mountain in a suit they called Filch. He’d seen that greasy face more times than he’d want to admit, shrouded in darkness and cigar smoke. Seated at the hand of Wilson Fisk.

His jaw locked in place.

Filch looked overjoyed to see him. Like they were old friends. Like Peter didn’t know that Wilson Fisk was plotting to move against him.

“I thought that was you!” he brightly exclaimed. He strolled through the shop, like a cheetah stalking prey. Removing a hat and revealing what little hair he had left underneath. “Long way from Queens. Fancy finding ya all the way out here, eh?”

Peter knew better. The only surprise in this situation was intended for Peter. He’d been followed here. Watched.

His spine went rigid, shoulders into stone.

Don’t look at the thing you don’t want to be taken away.

He could hear her heart flutter faster behind him. As if she could sense the way he bristled when they arrived. Trouble in her kingdom. A disturbance to the delicate sanctuary she had built, like all of her totems and protection spells were wearing out.

Peter kept his back to her. He kept his eyes trained on the three men, who spread out in a familiar pattern. They were scoping the place. Checking for cameras, other patrons, and all possible exits.

Don’t look at the thing you want—

“Hey, Sugar, it’s cold outside,” Filch called out, with all the grace of flagging down a hooker. “Whaddya got to warm us up?”

Peter stared straight ahead. Glaring. Fuming.

“Might I suggest the coffee?” his Honey answered. “Just made a fresh pot of the dark roast. It’s good.”

He might have cracked a smile if he wasn’t busy envisioning a scenario where he’d have to kill the three men in the room with just the tools available in a coffee shop.

“Pour me a cuppa that,” Filch replied, his eyes never leaving Peter’s.

Peter only slightly relaxed when he felt her presence back away behind the bar. She grabbed a paper cup and filled it with steaming-hot tar. She set the cup down on the counter and backed away, minding her workstation. “That’ll be $2.50.”

Good girl, Peter thought. He saw Filch go for his breast pocket.

“I gotcha,” Peter cut in before Filch could move closer. He grabbed the cup and handed it over to his rival’s lapdog. “‘S’on me.”

Filch eyed Peter cautiously, reaching out where both hands could be visible. He took the cup with exaggerated gratitude. “No, I couldn’t possibly—”

“I said I gotcha,” Peter firmly cut him off, the cords in his neck going tight. Peter retrieved a few bills from his coat pocket, never breaking eye contact with his opponents. “We good here?”

Too many seconds passed with no response. He could feel the twitch of his pulse in his throat. Filch’s eyes drifted back behind the counter. He was too close to her. He studied her in a way that was far too intimate. It made Peter’s skin crawl.

“We’re good,” Filch replied. A smile curved his lips. He held the cup up, toasting him. “Have a great day.”

Peter swallowed hard as the three men sauntered out. He watched them go, his stomach sinking, bile rising.

They’d been watching him alright. Who knows how long. He’d been a patron of this shop and he would order from this girl and stare at her with doe-eyes and hearts swirling around his head, out in the open where anyone could see. And they did see. He showed his hand and now the game was over.

“Who’s Peter?” he heard her voice softly ask.

The illusion was shattered. He turned his head, but couldn’t bear to look at her. He felt sick. Empty. Furious. Petrified.

The monsters were gone now. But they’d be back.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say, as he walked out of the door.

They’d be back. He’d be there first.

She watched her favorite customer disappear into the night, her eyes wide with longing as she followed him. He disappeared in a few blinks of her eyes.

Something unsettling crawled beneath her skin. Maybe it was longing, but she was familiar with longing. This was new.

Her hands were shaking and she wasn’t sure how that happened either. One minute she was staring into his dreamy, honey-hued eyes, then the next he was running in the other direction. Not unlike their first meeting, a scene which she replayed over and over again in her head, trying to figure out what made him go so rigid.

Who’s Peter?

Peter Parker.

She repeated his name in her mind, reciting it like a mantra. She wasn’t great with names, but he told her his name was Ben on that first morning so many months ago, and she made a point to remember his name, and to say his name, because people liked it when you said their name, it made them feel closer to you and she wanted more than anything to be close to him.

She squeezed her eyes shut. Her wheels were spinning again. She used her thumb to push down hard on the center of her opposite palm. The dull pain grounded her back to reality.

When she opened her eyes, she half expected him to be there. He always seemed to show up when she least expected it. He was a bright spot in her day, despite his gloomy demeanor. He could be dark as a raincloud, but she loved dancing in the rain.

Or as her co-worker Nasrin teased her one day, he was her “tall, dark, hot cup of coffee.” She hid her face in her hands as Nasrin got to the “sucking him down with a straw” part of the analogy. She was incredibly grateful that he had been standing by the door, and there’s no way he could’ve heard that.

Now she had a first name and a last name and a... another name? And a place — you’re a long way away from Queens. A quick Google search of the names in question pulled up too many generic results. There was a dated article about a Ben Parker who was killed in an armed robbery, but her tall, dark friend couldn’t have had anything to do with that.

It twisted her stomach when she considered the fact that she really didn’t know him. She didn’t know who those guys were, and by the looks of things, she didn’t want to know. She should just drop it.

She did the best she could to keep busy, but there weren’t any more customers after that. She sent a quick text to her new manager that she wasn’t feeling well, and closed the shop early. She took the subway home.

Once she got on the train, she didn’t make it back to the platform. It was late, but the subway car was still unusually empty, save for a couple of randos sitting at the opposite end of her car. Any other night, the near-solitude would’ve been a blessing. Tonight, something felt off.

Twenty minutes into her ride, just as the train was about to cross the river, it jerkily slowed to a stop. Her cessation of movement stirred her. Her head popped up from the glow of her phone screen curiously. She worried her lower lip as she glanced at the doors and windows, as if she could somehow see whatever it was that was stopping the train.

She jolted as she felt a hand clamp down on her upper arm. Startled, she looked up at the two other occupants of the train car, now standing inches behind her. Two men that had been seated quietly, also seemingly distracted by their phones.

“Come on, sweetie pie,” one of them said, towering over her. “It’s time to go.” She didn’t recognize either of them, but her instincts reminded her of the altercation in the coffee shop. These two had the same ‘goonlike’ look.

She tried wrenching her arm away, but the stranger held tight. “Get off,” she hissed. His partner on the left took her other arm, albeit more gently.

“Hey, take it easy,” the other man admonished. “No need to be rude.”

“Yeah, we’re friends,” the first man added, with a greasy smile. Her eyes darted around frantically. Panic set in as she realized she was alone in the subway car. The doors slid open, but there was no platform. Instead, the doors opened to building rooftops. The train had stopped on an elevated track above the street.

“Let’s go,” the gruffer man beckoned, grabbing her arm more tightly. He dragged her through the doorway, on a dark walkway next to the tracks. As soon as he lifted her, she erupted into a fit of screams. She kicked her legs, shrieking for help, but no reply came. She didn’t know if no one could hear her, or if people knew better not to respond.

“Keep it down,” one of the goons ordered coldly, dragging her along. She desperately resisted, letting her legs drop out beneath her.

She heard a hiss and pop as the subway train sprang back to life behind them. She watched helplessly as it pulled away.

“A wild one, aren’cha?” the red-haired roughneck tutted, yanking her back up to her feet. “Be a good girl or I’ll throw ya over my shoulder.”

She tried jerking away again, but halted as she faced the edge of the walkway. The dizzying height stunned her into submission. Her knees began to lock up, trembling with fear.

“Take it easy, Katz,” the man’s partner chided him, albeit insincerely. The two of them practically carried her down the walkway. “You’re scarin’ her.”

They arrived at an old set of metal stairs leading to the street below. The sharp, steep grade of the steps made her vertigo even worse.

“No, help! Somebody help!” she hollered, wrapping her fingers in a death grip around the banisters and anything else she could reach.

“Keep your mouth shut!” the red-head called Katz snapped at her. He reached around and tried to put his beefy hand on her mouth, but she bit down on his flesh the second his fingers reached her lips.

“Ow!” he roared. “Bitch!”

She saw him rear back his fist. Then she saw nothing.

When she came to, her whole body ached. Every muscle throbbing, like she’d been twisted into a pretzel. Her eyelashes fluttered open. Flickering flourescents stung her eyes. Bleary, she gazed around in a dreamlike state until her senses slowly started to awaken.

She tasted glue. And blood. Took heavy humid breaths through her nose. She was on her side, on a concrete floor in a garage she didn’t recognize. The smell of motor oil and cleaning solution stabbed her nostrils. She gazed up at the shadowy, filthy undercarriage of a Rolls Royce lifted high up above her. Loud bangs jarred her out of slumber further. She faintly wondered who would be jackhammering—

Loud pops. Gunfire.

Her body went rigid, then sprung to life in terror. Attempting to open her mouth to scream, she realized that it was taped shut. Even slight movements of her jaw stung her flesh. She tried to sit up. Her arms tingled, like her limbs had fallen asleep. When she tried to move them she felt a sharp sting on her wrists.

Alarm started to take hold. She couldn’t move her arms or legs. She glanced down and passed her dirty, blood-stained shirt to the duct tape wrapping her ankles. It might as well have been iron. Her wrists were also firmly bound behind her. Trying to pull them on them felt like ripping off her own skin. She whimpered excruciatingly.

The sounds were getting closer. She glanced around, eyes begging for help. Searching frantically for any reprieve amidst the scattered car parts and junk.

The gunfire was getting closer.

She scooted, inching her way across the floor until she reached a work table. She was lining her spine up against the table leg when the garage door rattled open. She was out of time. A spill of light from outside lamps flooded in, blinding her. She could only vaguely recognized her own shrieks behind the wall of duct tape.

A group of people stood at the garage doors with their backs to the light. She watched their imposing silhouettes with horror.

A tall, male form approached her, his long black coat trailing behind him. Tears that she couldn’t contain sprang from her eyes. She was trapped, terrified, like a rabbit staring down a wolf. All she could focus on was the gun in the man’s hands as he stalked toward her. She squeezed her eyes closed, waiting to hear a final shot that would end her life.

“Easy, easy,” a familiar, deep, and soothing voice rolled over her. “Shh, don’t be scared, Honey.”

Her breath hitched. Eyes popped open.

Crouched down to her eye level was her tall, dark, and bitter friend. Ben—Peter—whatever his name was— the moment she recognized his soft chocolate eyes and the scattering of a peppery beard on his otherwise boyish face, she felt a wave of relief.

His leather glove still held firmly onto a pistol. The sight of it dropped her back to reality. Like a bucket of ice water being poured over her body. She shuddered as he scooted closer.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay,” he placated with a calm voice. “You’re okay.”

She wanted to believe him. He set his gun down on the concrete floor and reached for her with both hands. Another sound of a distant gunshot made her jolt. She recoiled away from his touch, shrinking herself up against the table leg.

He flinched at her reaction with a pained expression, as if she’d stabbed him. His hands faltered for a moment.

A man’s voice rang out from the group lingering behind, a youthful tone from someone barely older than a teenager. “Boss, we gotta go!”

A deeper voice called out in response, “C’mon, Pete. The calvary’s on the way. Get her on her feet! ”

Her eyes widened, tears streaming down her face. He stared back at her, his expression turning grim. She gazed up at her savior to realize that this was no true rescue.

A sickly feeling crept over her as she put the pieces together. Whatever this was, whatever was happening, whatever had happened to her—it was because of Peter.

Her tall, dark, and dangerous stranger. He grabbed her by the hips, scooting her closer. She wailed as he scooped her body up in her arms, dizzy with how fast and effortless it seemed. He carried her like a toddler having a tantrum, except she was restrained already.

Peter said nothing as he carried her out of the garage, barely looking at her, as he marched towards an idling, blacked-out SUV. She barely had time to spot the driver, a gorgeous woman with long silver hair.

She smirked at her, eyes sinister.

When the SUV finally came to a halt, all she knew is that they were in an underground parking garage. Her limbs felt heavy, the assault of adrenaline starting to take its toll. Few words were spoken during the car ride, and none to her. Thick tension filled the air.

She was on the floorboard, her cheek pressed up against the carpet. She gazed at the feet of two men seated in the back. One of them was the fresh-faced teenager she heard calling Peter ‘Boss.’ His name was Miles, she had heard. The other was a rugged, haunted-looking man, with large dark eyes fixed on the windows, ever watchful. Miles called him Miguel, before the older man shot him a look to stay quiet.

“That’s the unifying issue with the men in this car,” the woman driving the SUV snarked. “You all talk too much.”

Her heart hammered at the glint of a knife. Miguel opened a switchblade, grabbing her ankles.

“Whoa, hang on,” Miles talked to her—the first one to do so. “He’s gonna cut the tape, just so you can move your legs, okay?”

She gazed up at his soft dark eyes, her own still welling with tears. She felt the release on her legs give way as she kicked the rest of the tape off.

“Lights out,” a cold, distant voice ordered. The sound came from the front passenger seat, where Peter sat in tense silence.

Both Miles and Miguel seemed to hesitate, glancing at each other.

“You sure?” Miles questioned.

“He didn’t stutter,” the silver-haired woman replied, definitively. There was a bite in her voice, but it carried with it a tiredness filled with frustration. She sounded more like an older sister jabbing a younger sibling.

The woman popped open her door to get out. “Let’s go, boys. We got groceries inside.”

The world went black again. A dark hood was thrown over her head, obscuring her view.

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mayumiiyuu · 2 years ago

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Eddie and his lesbian bestie

as a queer woman myself, i love this.

ok picture this:

you come out to eddie, your best friend of god knows how many years who's known you since you were practically in diapers, despite how you trust him with all your deepest, darkest secrets, you can't help the fear that crawls up your throat while you told him your truth: that you liked girls.

you chewed your lip as he pursed his, features clearly conveying that he was still processing what you had just told him, before he sucks his teeth and utters: 'so like, see any cute girls lately?' in his dorkiest voice to lighten up the mood. and all you can do is roll your eyes and punch him in the arm because of course he'd say that.

honestly, nothing in your friendship changes, like, at all.

he's your bestfriend, he loves and accepts you wholeheartedly with his entire being.

he !! is !! your number one supporter in everything and anything u do. he's proud of you, he always is, and even though he might not say it often, he's eternally grateful that you had trusted him enough that you came out to him.

sometimes he can't help but play into stereotypes tho.

'hey (y/n), can you help me out with my sink? it's leaking again.'

'eddie, i'm not your fucking plumber.'

'...please?'

'ok fine i'll get my wrench.'

':D'

if u ever want to get piercings or tats, eddie immediately pulls up to your house *insert get in loser, we're going shopping gif*

sometimes you can't help but steal some of his clothes, after all, punk rock looks rad asfuck on you.

'is-is that my old flannel?'

'yeah? got a problem with that, doofus?'

eddie shakes his head. 'nah, looks better on you than me.'

and if youre more of a femme gal, eddie uses whatever money he earns from selling weed to get u cute shit, whatever it may be. amps it up 1903838298 times more when ur birthday or christmas comes around.

sometimes when u play d&d with him he just randomly inserts love interests for u.

'and here comes a beautiful maiden, bow in hand--'

'eddie, i told u, i'm not interested--'

'--with taut biceps she earned from all her training in the art of archery--'

'i want to roll a charisma check'

'but i haven't even--'

'I WANT TO ROLL A CHARISMA CHECK'

whenever you gush to him about the cute girl with finger tats who worked at your local coffee shop who memorized your order by heart, he can't help but be all giddy with you, hyping you tf up.

despite being best friends, eddie often views you as his sister, naturally protective of you, especially when people tease you.

a few days after you had been openly out, the two of you had been cornered by a bunch of bullies who used to make your life a living hell since middle school, one of the, a guy, sends a disgusting homophobic remark your way, and eddie just sees red.

next thing you know he's knocked out on the floor, nose bloody and cheek imprinted with marks from eddie's rings.

if you ever have difficulties involving your parents, he's always there by your side, arm wrapped around your shoulders as he rubs your back comfortingly, listening to whatever you had to say intently. damn the whole world if they ever showed you an ounce of disrespect for your sexuality, if anyone wanted to bring you down for loving who you wanted to love, they'd have to deal with him first. if he could defend you from all the cruelty the world had to offer he would. (he can and he WILL protect you at all costs bc you are simply one of his favorite human beings that deserves nothing but love and respect)

eddie's always there for you, through thick and thin, and all he wants is to be in your life for the long run, celebrating who you are and whoever you choose to love.

#this was so fun to write omg #eddie munson x you #platonic!eddie #platonic!reader #x reader #stranger things x reader #wlw reader

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thatfan290 · 2 years ago

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The ROP fandom summarized:

Before ROP aired: Pffff This show looks like crap short haired elves what is this bullshit????? I WILL NEVER LIKE YOU. I mean, the effects look cool, but everything else can go to HELL.

Episode 1+2: You know what, Elrond looking kinda cute with short hair. HE DESERVES EVERYTHING also love Durin and Disa. Cant stand this Halbrand guy I am here for Gal why would I care about him. The Harfoots are cute too.

Episode 3: Yoooo Numenor looks amazing. Miriel is THE QUEEN. Also, could Gal please be a bit nicer to Halbrand god she is so annoying.

Episode 4: Alright, whoever this Adar Guy Is, I don't care. We should focus on more important things like: WHO IS SAURON guys, come on we can do this! Also Elrond is the best.

Episode 5: OK, so I was wrong, I apologize Adar is great. Still not convinced that Halbrand will have a good story arc. MORE SAURON THEORIES COMING UP. Also for some reason the older elves are growing on me goddammit. Galadriel is growing on me a bit. The Harfoots are still cute.

Epsiode 6: So I was fucking wrong about this show being bad. Adar is amazing why is everyone in this show so amazing????? Elendil and Isildur give me life. Is this show really making me ship Galdriel and Halbrand? well, I guess I have no other choice. I am starting to realize that I care more about all of these characters than I thought I would. That KISS I need it framed and hung in the louvre. "AND THEO" I AM SCREAMING!!!

Episode 7: boooo not enough Halbrand. Everything else was great, tho. Celeborn!!!!!!! This show is giving me the feels you guys. If Berek does not save Isildur I will riot.

Episode 8: OMG STEP ON ME SUARON. I DONT CARE HOW MUCH EVIL YOU DID I WILL BE YOURS!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I am a supporter of the BI Sauron agenda. Celebrimbor was amazing. The actors are all great. THIS SHOW IS GREAT. Nori and Poppi deserve more aaaaaaa.

The current state of the fandom:

I SHIP SAURON AND GALADRIEL AAAAAAAAAA.

UUUh I ship Elendil and Miriel.

With how many people can I ship Sauron? ALL OF THEM!

Elrond/Durin/Disa Platonic or romantic, I don't care, they are cute either way.

You all realize that the Sauron/Galadirel relationship is abusive, RIGHT??? HE IS A ABUSER!!! WE should not ship this.

So is the Stranger Gandalf or a Blue Wizard????

I need season 2 now Amazon what are you waiting for

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE IS NO MERCH????

Elrond needs to be protected at all cost!!!

#sauron #rings of power #the rings of power #galadriel #trop spoilers #trop #trop amazon #lord of the rings #amazon lotr #fandoms #halbrand

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sortasirius · 4 years ago

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“Unity” and the Broken Boys

BOY Y’ALL BETTER SIT DOWN BECAUSE THIS IS AS LONG AS CAN BE AND I TOOK OFF WORK TOMORROW SO I’VE GOT TIME

This is....one of the best episodes in the show. Yeah, in all 325 of them, this is hands down one of the best.

First of all, stan Amara for clear skin.

That silent treatment babey, right out the gate with the Angst. Tbh Dean deserves it.

“Like I said, killing Amara, Jack dying...that’s the only way.”

“The only way. Our one shot. Our Last chance. You ever get tired of saying stuff like that?”

“We don’t have to like it, alright? But you and me, we gotta get it done.”

Amara is such a welcome energy in this whole episode. She’s warm and understanding, whip-smart and probably more powerful than Chuck. I love her.

Sam is a wonderful, understanding, loving dad. I love him eternally. He loves Jack so much, he’s trying so desperately to do what’s right for Jack but also what’s right for the world. Jack made this choice, but he can’t live with it. How do you support your child when their life is at stake?

“Come on man. Blindly following orders, lying to Amara, sending her to her death. Does any of this feel right to you??”

“It doesn’t matter how we feel! You know what? Stay. Stay. Someone has to be the grown up here.”

“Yeah well someone has to keep fighting for Jack!”

“He knows what he signed up for!”

“Last I checked, we don’t give up on family.”

“Jack’s not family.”

Y’all should have heard the noise I made. What a fucking line.

“I know how you feel about the kid, I care for him too, I do, but he’s not like you. He’s not like Cas. He’s just not.”

“I’m- I’m ready.”

You can see the regret, the heartbreak in Dean’s eyes. You can see how he wants to take those words back the moment he said them, and for Jack to hear them? It’s unthinkable.

Sam and Cas I’m just so fucking emo dude.

“Sam, you stayed behind to find another way huh? I woulda done the same.”

AMARA

First of all, LOVE this structure.

Amara and Chuck have such a fascinating dynamic. Rob and Emily do a great job (as they have all along) by clearly being siblings but...heightened. You can just tell they both exude power, and the other is the only one they consider an equal.

“You and Dean had that whole weird...thing.”

“That wasn’t you writing?”

“Ugh, not that part. Gross.”

What I took away from this is what I’ve suspected all along. They HAVE free will, just not total free will. Dean and Amara’s connection wasn’t Chuck, there are parts of the story he didn’t write. Obviously, this comes into play later.

I also have a hunch that Chuck doesn’t write romance. I also think that in particular will come into play.

“Balance. Something we’ve never tried before. Creation and destruction, light and dark, brother and sister united again, but on behalf of one world, this world. True balance. The way it was always meant to be. But you can’t. You only care about your pleasure, your story. Well, I guess that makes you the villain.”

“Villains get all the best lines.”

We see again and again this season, Chuck is irredeemable. He doesn’t care about the angels, he doesn’t care about the world, he doesn’t care about anything. He is a petulant toddler who has broken his toys. And when he realizes he’s trapped, he gets angry, he shouts and screams, completely at odds with Amara’s peace.

“You can’t hold me here forever.”

“I can hold you long enough.”

DEAN

Pain is the name of the game in this section homies. Because not only are we dealing with Dean’s pain, we’re also dealing with Jack’s. Jack says he understands why Cas and Sam mean more to Dean, but Dean clearly doesn’t, he, once again, wants to say more, but is stopped, still stopped by his fear: his fear of not beating Chuck.

Alright guys, gals, and non-binary pals. Let’s talk about Adam and Seraphina.

Adam. The first man. And Seraphina. The angel.

“My old lady. She’s the only one who could put up with me all these years.”

Yeah okay. Volume at 100 I get it lmao.

But also: Adam wants God dead not because he and Eve were kicked out of the Garden, but because he went after their sons. The theme of protecting the children strikes again.

“Killing God is your plan?”

“Yeah, Billie’s been giving us a hand but Sera and me, this is our baby.”

This juxtaposed directly with Dean’s own pain at what he has to do to kill Chuck, to gain his free will: the cost of his child.

Adam’s rib.

And who else might get his ribs hurt, only to be likely healed by an angel?

It’s fine, that’s fine. I’m fine with that.

“Jack, I don’t know how to explain it but, when I found out about Chuck, it’s like I wasn’t alive. Not really. You know like my whole life I’ve never been free, but like really free. But now? Now me and Sam, we got a shot at living a life, without all this crap on our backs. And that’s, that’s because of you. So, I want to say, I need to say...thank you, Jack. Thank you.”

I’m gonna have to do a separate post about just Dean in this episode, because there is so fucking much to talk about, but there are a couple of things that I think are important: Dean realizes how wrong he was, to say what he said. He knows that it’s not true, this is the way he’s always coped with loss, by pushing the person to be lost away, but for Jack to hear it? He can’t stand for that.

And:

Dean has finally pushed through the barrier. He won’t be quiet in the face of his doubts anymore. This is a breakthrough for him, and, of course, there are more to come.

SAM

Sam and Cas, my chaos duo.

The box, the inscription, the door.

Death’s library, filled with dead reapers.

And there it is. The Empty.

It tells Sam the plan, the plan for Billie to take God’s place. For everything to go back to the way it’s “supposed to be.”

This has always been the game, since season 13. This is the longest of long games.

Sam fuckin Winchester, lying his way out of a confrontation with the Empty like the legend that he is.

He comes back with a new purpose: to stop Billie’s plan, and here’s where we get to the heart of the episode and maybe the heart of the season.

“You hear that? Dean, brought to the edge of doubt. His sense of duty, his rage winning out in the end. And poor Sam, always gotta know everything. Can’t leave well enough alone. This is my ending, my real ending.”

The gun comes out, pointed at Sam.

Hmm...what did I say during 15x05? Oh yeah, this.

And:

Dean would never survive killing Sam, but he’s willing to do anything, anything to earn his freedom. His ending, where one brother kills the other and then kill himself.

Why, you might ask, did Sam not mention that the angels would be sent back to Heaven, why does he not mention Cas? I’ll tell you why, or rather, Becky will.

Plus, Dean looks back at Cas IMMEDIATELY when Sam says that, when he mentions Eileen, and THAT’S the first time he hesitates. He can’t lose Cas. But at the same time, he’s willing to do anything to have his freedom.

“Sam we don’t have a choice, Jack’s about to blow!”

“We always have a choice!”

You know me, just sitting here thinking about choice, the ability to choose, and how that translates to their free will.

And Sam...I don’t think there will ever be characters I love as much as these.

“I don’t care if Billie gets what she wants! I don’t man, I’d trade it all, I’d trade em all for Chuck. In a heartbeat!”

“What about me?”

“You’d trade me?”

“Chuck has to die. He has to! Otherwise he’ll keep us tap dancing forever, and I can’t live like that man, I can’t live like that, I won’t!”

“I know you feel like that right now, okay? I know you do, but you gotta trust me. My entire life, you’ve protected me. From Dad, from Lucifer, from everything. I didn’t always like it, you know? But it’s the one thing in the whole world that I could always count on. It’s the only thing I’ve ever known that was true. So please, put the gun away. Just put it away. We’ll figure it out, Dean, we’ll find another way, you and me. We always do.”

Okay I feel like this is going to be one of those scenes that I cry watching for years to come. Because fuck. After fifteen years they finally admit that not only did Dean protect Sam from Lucifer, but he protected him from John. John. On a par with Lucifer.

Dean and Sam have, for so many years, sacrificed themselves for the other. Dean’s demon deal, Sam and the trials, every season they have fought to see who can die the quickest for the other. But this? This is them fighting to stop the violence, to stop from killing the big bad. This is them growing, in our eyes, in real time. Sam has always been able to get through to Dean when no one else had a prayer, but for Dean to listen, for Dean to take his words to heart, to stop the hunt for Sam, for their family, that’s how you know they do have free will.

(Btw Chuck’s eye effect when he dusted Amara was sick as fuck but I’m emo for my boys so.)

Chuck knows it’s a loss, he knows that his story has, once again, been thwarted by the boys making their own choices. And he’s pissed, but in his anger, we get a bomb dropped on us.

“Spare me your contempt Castiel, the self-hating angel of Thursday. You know what every other version of you did after “gripping him tight and raising him from perdition”? They did what they were told. But not you. Not the one off the line with a crack in his chassis.”

Are you fucking kidding me?

Also, just worth bringing up this one as well:

Every Castiel pulled Dean out of Hell. Every one told him the same thing. And yet, immediately, with this Cas and this Dean, something was different. Because what has everyone seen about Cas, from the moment he met Dean?

And there’s our endgame people. Laid out on the line.

But we ain’t done yet, fam.

We’ve talked about the handprint, but you know:

So there you have it, our prep into the “monumental” 15x18. I have spec on that, of course, but I think a novel is long enough for this.

What to take away: Dean’s rage was always Chuck’s plan, they do have free will, their love for each other, for their family, is what will stop Chuck’s control, Death is about to come back with a vengeance, Cas’ deal is at play, and, most importantly, Castiel and Dean Winchester are a blind spot for Chuck, something he has never, not once, controlled.

#welcome to my essay lmao #supernatural #spn #spoilers #my meta #spn 15x17 #destiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #jack kline #castiel #amara #chuck shurley #lilly liveblogs supernatural

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outlanderskin · 9 months ago

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I think the big difference is that Henry Cavill has a relationship that exists and that he values. This thing about protecting privacy when you are someone who is anything but private is a fallacy. This story of protecting your loved one from hate also falls apart when we see Prince Harry publicly assumed the relationship and married Meghan, without caring what it would cost him. That's what you do when you love someone. And by the way, you can't compare Henry and Harry's fame with S's. S is followed by a specific audience, the fact that he is/ isn't in a relationship will not cause a national commotion. The same applies to C. I have never heard of any actress being canceled because she treats her partner in public in a passionate manner. Who are these dangerous people, which is why they can act normally with their partners? Half a dozen shippers? The small vocal group? If S got into a relationship, he wouldn't lose fans, his fans would continue to be crazy about him and deify the "chosen one" as they always do. Not because they admire the person, but because they think they are pleasing their idol. We know very well who is the only woman they fear S is having a relationship with and we also know why. Hiding relationships between two equally famous people would be something more common to happen for reasons mentioned a thousand times here. If I worked as an actress and had a romantic relationship with a co-star with whom I play a couple, I would hide it too. I wouldn't want people to judge my ability to have chemistry and act with someone using the argument of "oh, but that's nothing, they're a couple in real life". Between a couple of just co-stars and a "married couple" who play a couple in love, critics (and the environment) will have different eyes when judging the work.

But back to the famous people: did it make any difference in the lives of Henry, Harry, Gal, Anne Hathaway or other famous people what fans or haters think of their significant others?

Love is a matter of all or nothing, I always advise my daughter and my students to run away from men who want to hide the relationship to protect their privacy, but post even the to-go coffee they buy on the subway.

When it comes to celebrities, either you are private like Tobias Menzies, or you must have the courage to show and deal with your choices. The other day I was talking to a friend that if these relationships with other people that S and C try to show were true, we could consider them two terrible people to have a relationship with. Imagine having a boyfriend or girlfriend who doesn't care about you at events, who runs around the world having fun while you deal with illnesses and diagnoses, who talks about his own life as if you weren't part of it. Imagine being close to your loved one and he/she has a face expression like" I would rather be lying on a fakir's bed". The times when famous had to come to the defense of their loved ones were punctual and real, nothing like the bad attempts and lame excuses.

I'm going to illustrate this post with something that C liked on Instagram at the beginning of it all, at a time when she had lightness and a smile on her face. Because I believe she (and S) still agrees with every one of those words.

I read an Anon, on another blog, who compared SH-SH and Henry Cavill and his girlfriend. Yes, despite all the harassment and hate, Henry Cavill admitted his relationship with Natalie.

But Sam is definitely not Henry Cavill!!!

IMO He will not go public with a relationship... With Cait or with Sarah, Susie, Karina, or with whatever P invents, or with any man (lol lol) as long as this fandom exists and in a way he depends on this circus.

After the terrible MM era, his strategy has been different, perhaps for some reasons that I don't even know if it's worth listing.

Most here are not ready for this discussion, but S (and C) takes advantage of this freak situation and all of us, our beliefs, our theories, our words and our time.

Years ago, that lame excuse came up "I don't have time for relationships, I film Outlander for 10 months in Scotland" (which imo came from a shipper's speech for S and C not having children).

In his book, the excuse for the lack of relationships was changed to not being able to maintain a relationship due to the trauma of his father's abandonment. And what happened when he and his PR team, his friends, Shitner and even Cait publicly promoted his relationship with MM? (2016-2018)

And now, like a miracle, a woman appeared in Glasgow, so the problem was never "the 10 months" there, right?!

💩💩💩 Blah blah blah...

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patchodraws · 3 years ago

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For the character ask: Velvet Scarlatina

favorite thing about them: her ingenuity!! i love that velvet's a smart character, able to put pieces together and the fact that she built anesidora herself ?? to do all of that ?? we love a smart gal !!

least favorite thing about them: the amount of screentime she has,,,

favorite line: "Really?!"

brOTP: i think her and yatsu have a really sweet platonic dynamic built on support and protection and playing to each others' strengths !!

OTP: crosshares of course, coco's way too flirty with a receptive (if a little, nay, extremely shy and blushy) velvet, and for a while they were my rwby otp until snowfall came along, so they're absolutely my otp for her

nOTP: i really don't like her and sun together. i mean, her and cardin are bad too, but i'm going with sensible ships, and truth be told i just don't like them together

random headcanon: velvet keeps a scrapbook of photos from beacon that she lets her teammates look through when they're feeling a little homesick

unpopular opinion: i hate how everyone thinks she's weak and meek and shy and for those reasons must be protected at all costs. there's a strength to velvet that after the fall really highlighted that i think people just sorta glossed over bc 'cute bunny girl needs protecting', but that's the entire reason she was mad at coco during the book bc coco kept trying to protect her and in doing so made her feel like she couldn't handle herself or keep up with her team. like,,, just let velvet be a huntress, she's more than capable

song i associate with them: please send me your best velvet songs, i have no knowledge of songs

favorite picture of them:

points badass bunbun

send me a character !

#ask away #velvet scarlatina

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monomonomagines · 4 years ago

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Hello! I hope that my timezone will translate into when requests are open but I'd really like that v2 boys with a baker that stress makes and eats buttercream... Could I get that with the v2 gals? Thank ya!

Thank you so much for enjoying our other prompts like the dr2 boys with the scenario you requested. I hope that you’ll enjoy the dr2 girls with this same prompt just as much! Seriously thank you so much for your patience and support, I tried to make these a bit longer than the scenario with the boys since there was such a long wait on them so I hope that this will make the wait worth it!

DR2 Girls with a baker that stress makes and eats buttercream

Mahiru

While Mahiru tended to scold you for not taking care of yourself she never would have a time where she wouldn’t worry about you.

It was just in her nature to want to care for you and to help you out when she could and without meaning to could baby you even at times.

That was just how she was and while she expected you to eat the frosting you’d make for your delectable cakes she hadn’t imagined that you were stress eating it.

She happened to chance upon you partaking in this habit in the middle of the night when she went up to get a glass of water and immediately understood only then.

There was no cake in sight. Just you and a big bowl of frosting looking upset as you shoveled some more into your mouth.

Jeez, she really couldn’t help but think you looked cute right now but at the same time, she was worried more than ever.

Moving to wrap her arms around you she exhales a breathy sigh, feeling as if she could cry just knowing that you didn’t want to rely on her.

“S/o, I’m sorry if you’re going through anything but I’m here for you. If you need anything you can rely on me.”

She’d be firm on her stance waiting for you to move away from the bowl to pull you into a big hug, letting you bury your face in her chest or the crook of her neck as she runs her hands through your hair, gently shushing you.

“It’s alright, S/o. I’m here, you can rely on me more than you can on some frosting.”

Peko

Like Mahiru, Peko is rather smart. It’s just when it comes to emotions her knowledge may be lacking.

That’s why it was so hard for her to tell what was going on though. She had recognized early on that you definitely had a sort of reliance on eating frosting when you seemed upset but she couldn’t understand why.

All she could deduce is that it could be that you can’t rely on her or don’t want to and it drove her mad. She wanted to be helpful to the person she loved but if they don’t even want to rely on her then what should she do?

Rather than agonize over it for the rest of the week she decided she’d take initiative this time. Deciding to ambush the next time she happened to hear you using the mixer in the kitchen to whip up some more of your favorite sugary goodness.

“S/o?” Peko calls out, leaning in the archway to the kitchen, her usual stoic expression greeting you when your eyes meet.

She could tell she startled you from the way that your eyes met but instead of giving up, she decided to take a step closer to you, putting her hands on your shoulders to force you to look at her.

“S/o, I know you may not want to rely on me but please listen. I vowed I’d protect you when we became involved and I want to hold onto that promise. Please allow me to be the sword at your side, the one that will cut through all of your problems and protect you at any cost.”

Ibuki

Ibuki may not be the brightest tool in the shed but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t observant. Her ears were as good as ever so it wasn’t hard for her to pick up on this habit of yours.

Anytime you looked upset she’d end up hearing the mixer in the kitchen come to life to mix up another batch of buttercream frosting for you to indulge in.

Ibuki knew it wouldn’t be good to continue like that though so she wanted to cheer you up herself to show you that you don’t need to stress eat to feel better. She was right here and would do whatever it takes to help you out.

Ibuki does like to go out and go all out she shall! She had been working on the buttercream song as she called it for a while and was pumped to surprise you with it. As soon as she heard that mixer call out for her she knew it was her cue so with a loud yell that she’s coming in, Ibuki was there with a guitar in her hands ready to serenade you.

She didn’t wait for any reaction despite smiling at you the whole time she played. Even as she finished she didn’t let you get a word in before she could set her guitar down and throw her arms around you squeezing you nice and tight as she gave you one of her signature smiles as she presses a million kisses to your cheeks.

“Ibuki love love loves you! You can always trust her so you don’t need to rely on buttercream! Just use the buttercream song instead. Ibuki guarantees it’ll always make you feel better!”

Hiyoko

Despite Hiyoko demanding a lot of others and being a bully to them. She was always sweet as sugar when it came to you. You were the one person to get past her walls and to see the insecure and lonely girl she was deep down so she was almost never apart from you.

However, that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t notice the habit you had picked up for when you were down.

She was childish and bratty sure, but you were her number one and she couldn’t believe that you wouldn't want to rely on her the way she did on you.

Hiyoko takes most interactions as some sort of attack or something to use as ammunition when she wants to lash out but for her to notice that you always had a bowl of buttercream in the fridge even when you had no cakes and noticed it slowly disappearing every day you seemed a little down she’d break down crying right then and there.

You’d have to lean down to pull her into your arms as she whines about how you didn’t rely on her and how unfair it is, not bothering to enlighten you as to what happened until she’s calmed down.

Demanding you to pull it out of the fridge she’d examine the bowl just to end up pouting at you more than she had been before. She was right and she knew it. She wanted to be mad but when she saw that embarrassed look on your face she hesitated, opting to set down the bowl instead on the nearby counter as she pulls your arms so that they’re firmly around her again.

“You know I care about you...so I’m not mad or anything it’s just that...that I wanted you to rely on me. You wouldn’t like it if I relied on gummies instead of you right!? So just keep holding onto me. I’ll make the bad feelings go away soon!”

Mikan

Mikan loved to care for others so like Mahiru she recognized what was happening almost instantly.

She quickly could identify your triggers that made you want to stress eat before you even realized you had a problem even. That was how much she paid attention to you and she wanted you to know it.

She wasn’t nearly as confrontational as people like Mahiru or Peko but she could tell something was wrong and wanted to let you know that she did want you to rely on her and that she was glad to support you.

Waiting patiently until she sees your triggers acting up again she asks you rather suddenly if she can hold you, not mentioning the buttercream stuff until she feels that you seem calmer.

“S-S/o...um can I talk to you about s-something?” Mikan squeaks out, looking concerned before you agree with a nod of your head.

“W-well I...I know it may upset you to hear it but I...I noticed that you st-stress eat buttercream whenever you g-get stressed.”

Taking a moment to glance at you to see how you’re processing this she allows herself one shaky breath before wrapping her arms around you more tightly, pulling you into her.

“Um...and I...I want you to k-know that I’m here for you so if you d-don’t mind relying on me I’d like you to. It’d b-be healthier and um...I can always try to make you f-feel better if you need me to.”

Hesitating once more, she takes a long moment to listen to your reply before smiling at you through worried tears and pressing a big kiss to your lips.

“I p-promise I’ll take g-good care of you, S/o! I’ll always do whatever I can to make you feel good!”

Chiaki

Chiaki is certainly not as unobservant as her sleepy nature may make her seem. She was a sharp one so piecing together that you had this habit wasn’t hard for her.

Though that may also have been because whenever she’d take a nap she’d often wake up to find you eating some frosting in the kitchen or making some fresh buttercream to eat later in case you get stressed then.

Like Hiyoko, she was a bit frustrated you wouldn’t rely on her and definitely puff her cheeks out in a big pout whenever she’d wake up to hear you doing it again instead of telling her what was wrong but she wasn’t about to throw a fit over it.

Instead, she’d corner you the next time you try to get some when she’s supposed to be napping to check up on you. It’d be a stealth mission for her.

Going to “nap” as she so often did you thought nothing of it as she went to lay down on the couch. You waited a while before trying to get up in the hopes of heading to the kitchen to partake in some of your sugary sweet vice when Chiaki’s “sleeping” form grabbed onto your wrist.

“Hey, where are you going S/o?” Chiaki asks calmly looking up at you with sleepy eyes.

You knew you couldn’t lie to her and decided that would have to be when you finally opened up which just prompted Chiaki to sit up.

Pulling you into a hug she rubs her hand up and down your back reassuringly as she admits that she already knew about your problems with frosting though she was happy that you were honest with her.

“I know that it can be hard, S/o but I’m always here for you. You can always hold onto me and take a nap or talk to me.”

Akane

Akane wasn’t the most observant person unless it came to food so it’d be easy to assume that it’d take her a while to catch onto you.

However, that was the complete opposite. Anytime you seemed down and she happened to smell buttercream on your breath or taste it when you kissed she’d give a confused expression only to fall for your usual excuse that it was just to test the frosting for another cake of yours.

However, whenever she looked around the kitchen after hearing such a thing you never had any progress towards any cakes at all. There were only complete ones or spare ingredients but never more cake for her to stuff her face with and it made it all the more obvious that something was amiss here.

Rather than go for the frosting eating issue she wanted to know why there weren’t any cakes ever when you said there were. Sitting in a chair closeby as you worked on another one of your yummy creations, Akane forced herself to hold back her drool as she asked you straight forward what was going on.

“Hey, S/o? Where are those cakes you say you’re always baking? I’ve never seen em but you always tell me you have more baking!”

Without meaning to she had cornered you. There was no getting out of it easily so you had to admit to her what was really going on and in turn have to watch her smile be replaced by a concerned look.

“S/o! I’ve been right here! Dontcha think you could rely on me a little!?”

Her outburst didn’t help your mood when you felt that she wouldn’t understand but rather than go on to make you feel worse by going on she decided it’d be best to pull you into the biggest and strongest hug she could muster, crushing you against her chest as she pressed a sloppy kiss to the top of your head.

“Just you watch S/o I’m gonna keep getting stronger so you can rely on me! You don’t need to eat frosting unless it’s the leftovers from when you frost me a big cake to eat after I beat up all of your problems!”

Sonia

Even if Sonia wasn’t accustomed to living the same way you did, she was enamored enough by you to want to try to learn.

She’d often end up watching you bake and frost your cakes so she was always confused by all the leftovers you had even if at first all she could do was put a finger to her chin to think on this perplexing factor.

It wasn’t until a week of high stress that she had her suspicions confirmed that you were stress eating and that’s when she knew she’d have to take action.

You were hers and because of that, there was no way she could allow you to rely on something like frosting when she could provide far more in terms of support of the financial kind or emotional kind. If you needed her she’d be there to hold you and make you feel better.

Deciding that it’d be best to ask you when she was enjoying her usual hobby of watching you in your element she waited patiently to ask you if she could join you once again, smiling warmly to really seal the deal.

She had made herself comfortable, sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter as she looked to you with that same smile from before.

“S/o, may I ask you a question?”

Used to her many questions you didn’t bat an eye at her sudden wish to ask something of you. In fact, you had brushed it off as nothing other than a question of how you made your buttercream.

Boy were you wrong. Before you could even prepare yourself Sonia had already loudly and clearly asked, “Why do you eat buttercream frosting when you’re stressed?”

You could tell she was concerned and didn’t mean any offense from the tone of her voice but for a while you couldn’t think of anything to say, just staring at her vacantly.

Taking your silence as an opportunity to continue Sonia stands from her position at the counter to move behind you now, wrapping her arms around you comfortingly as she pressed a small kiss to the crook of your neck.

“I’m terribly sorry if my question surprised you, S/o but I can’t allow you to keep relying on icing when I can support you myself! I’ll take it upon myself as a princess and your lover to protect you and to support you however I can.”

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #dr2 #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa x reader #x reader #mahiru koizumi #peko pekoyama #ibuki mioda #hiyoko saionji #mikan tsumiki #chiaki nanami #akane owari #sonia nevermind #ask #mod toko

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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 2 years ago

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Oh goodness… I feel like I am at an award show receiving my trophy!! I love reading about Silver and all her little interactions with the companions, the witty dialogue makes me grin every time and I’m anticipating to see what happens with your new characters and their stories!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

If you don’t mind, imma name some blogs myself cause I probably wouldn’t be here without them. Not that they have to name any blogs themselves, I’m just doing this cause I love them all.

@that-blue-vault-dweller aka @simwoman2002 was oh-so incredibly sweet when I first decided to dive into making my blog about Jazzy a little over a year ago. She had also answered some of requests for companion reacts and is just overall such a darling and kind gal who even drew a portrait of Jas for me which just made me lose all functionality in my body for a few hours after I first saw it! (I still loose functionality when someone draws Jasmine lol) Honestly, y’all probably wouldn’t even have me here if it weren’t for her hyping me up so please say thanks to her cause I think I would’ve quit way too early or not even have started at all.

@lucilleandherrobots aka @technicallyoneofakind has literally been doing an rp with me for over a fricking YEAR which is absolutely mind blowing to me and we’ve made some amusing and funny dialogue behind the scenes that still crack me up in the middle of the night. And they have also constantly commented on my posts which have always added an extra flavoring that improves my fondness for it overall. The rp now has multiple characters from our worlds who have collided and two even started a romance which is absolutely adorable!!!

@satans-left-asscheeky was one of my firsts followers and came down like an angel at one point by sending me a funny post and it honestly lifted me off the ground with laughter when I probably needed it the most. We've have had several interactions and have answered each other companions reacts requests and they were the one to send me an ask for more information about Jasmine and that really gave me a kick to start jolting more things down about her! In fact, because they asked for more information about Jas I created her timeline which kicked off the rp with @lucilleandherrobots

@sswitchblade03 Is somehow always there when I post something, they are usually one of the firsts. Seriously I have no idea how they do it because they are just there when I post something even if it’s just a random tidbit and I have to smile to myself and try not to burst into a pile of confetti. They were also kind enough to draw me a picture of Jazzy out of the blue and they delivered such a beautiful piece of art. HER PUPPY EYES ARE PERFECT!!!

@get-beaned-bois has just entered the Fallout scene and I would 100% slay 1000 dragons with that katana that’s hanging on my wall for some unknown reason to protect her at all costs! She’s another sweetheart who’s gifted me a drawing of Jasmine and it’s been added to my small collection that I look at from time to time

And I just wanna let everybody know that I see all of y’all who are constant hanging out here and my brain goes “hehe, fwiend!” Like a little gremlin who cannot pronounce their R’s correctly every time! Seriously, this has been so fun so far and I can’t wait to see what’ll happen next on this crazy site!

I want to do this post because somewhere, maybe by self-devaluation, I have disrespected my followers who are very loyal to me and encourage me, some from the very beginning So I want to say that you are not silent and that I appreciate each of your notes, each of your reactions, each of your comments and/or reblog

Particularly @gecko-in-a-can, @aliaknife @al3ssio97 @unnamedrone @lovebugcantdraw @maccreadysbaby @willinglyghoulified @paladin-bitch @moths-in-a-sweater that really keep my blog alive And sometimes I have the pleasure of crossing the approval of @atombonniebaby @iamarti00 @flowerpsyhosis @gremmygremlin @badastronaut27 @rinasai @space-kase and recently @blunt-force-therapy with pleasure

Then I saved the cream for last, because @jasmineofthecommonwealth is the person who supported me the most (even if she doesn’t know) when I was wondering if this blog was a good idea Thank you all and even the ones I didn't mention, to be there, to like my post, to reblog, to laugh with me

#Hopefully nothing sounded cheesy #I could go on and on for hours about the people I’ve met on here and how much Ive grown fond of them.#But we’d be here all day and this post would reach the other side of the world in length.

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athenagrantnash · 3 years ago

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Just dropping by to let you know that I’m actively working on the Brook Lives AU, and the first chapter should be out relatively soon!

In the meantime, I have to ask, which plot lines/scenes do you think would be made most interesting with the inclusion of Brook? I have several ideas, but I really want to make sure I don’t forget anything good. Thanks for such great inspiration!

omg I am SOOO excited about your fic, you have no idea!

Please please please tag me in it when you post it, I don't wanna risk missing it!

And you honestly should thank my anons. I'm just the gal lucky enough to be getting all these lovely asks❤️️❤️️❤️️

Also omg I had a lot of thoughts and it got long so I'm putting it under a cut 😅😅😅

But also if any of my anons have more thoughts than what I have, definitely share them! ❤️️

As for plot lines, the first one that comes to mind definitely everything surrounding Bobby Begins Again. How would having Brook with him change everything he went through after the fire? Would he have almost overdosed? Would he have gotten into rehab faster? How is her presence going to impact his suicide plan? (my thought is that he's still planning on going through with it, but he's going to wait until she's 18 and/or in college/a grown up/doesn't need him anymore.)

And what about that plane crash in season 1? Is he going to go get drunk if he has Brook waiting for him to pick her up from whoever is watching her during his shift? And if he does... how much more guilty is he going to feel about it? Because he sees his actions as being the same thing that cost Brook her mother and brother... the same thing that cost her her self confidence and "beauty".

And then how is her presence going to impact his relationship with Athena when they first start dating? Is Brook going to know that they're dating, or are they hiding it from her just as much as they're hiding it from Athena's family? What's going to make Bobby feel worse, lying to Brook, or asking her to keep a secret?

Another factor to this... when he goes to church with Athena during their pre-date, does he pick up Brook first? Do all three of them go? Does he share with Athena how much he needs to protect people, because he wasn't able to protect Brook? Does Athena share with him her own feelings of helplessness when she found May after the suicide attempt and how she felt she wasn't able to protect her either? Is that another commonality he and Athena find?

And definitely everything that goes on in Dosed. Maybe instead of it taking place on what would have been Brook's 13th birthday, it's on what would have been Bobby Jr's 15th birthday, and Brook and Bobby are both having a really hard time. Or what if it's still on Brook's birthday, and (if you're going with the "she's got scars" idea) she's too self conscious to want to invite anybody over or celebrate. And Bobby tries, he genuinely tries as hard as he can to build up her confidence, but she can see the guilt in his eyes every time he looks at her. And when Bobby gets dosed, he still sees a vision of her... but he sees her without the hurt in her eyes, with the same confidence she had before the fire - he sees her the way he would if he wasn't overcome with guilt. He sees the dream of what she could have been without his mistake.

And when Athena asks him to move in, is he going to talk to Brook about it? What would that conversation look like? Is she the one who tells him that... it's okay to move on. It's okay that he's imagining a future with somebody who isn't Marcy.

And when Bobby and Athena get married, is she going to be Bobby's "best lady"?

Also, the scare with Bobby maybe getting cancer. How is Brook going to react to that? Is she going to be angry at him? She'd be a teenager at that point, so is she going to throw their losses in his face because of how scared and worried she is? "I lost mom and Bobby Jr. already, why are you trying to make me lose you too?"

And then how is she going to react when Athena gets attacked? She already lost her own mom, how hard is it going to be for her to see her step-mom so injured?

And of course everything with the sniper... how afraid is she going to be that she's going to lose Bobby when they figure out a sniper is out there and going after firefighters? Does she beg him not to go to work, to stay at home until all of this is over? And then when he does get shot then it's days before he's awake... how is she going to react when he finally opens his eyes again? Will Bobby wake up to see Brook and Athena praying together? Is Brook leaning against Athena, tears on her cheeks, as she hopes and prays that he'll wake up?

#911 #911 fox #911 on fox #bobby nash #brook nash #athena grant #bathena #ask me a question #brook lives au #thathcwriter

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words-for-holland · 4 years ago

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Happier (10) | T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: After the events of last night, Tom and Y/N are completely heartbroken. More threats are thrown out. Tom leaves???

Masterlist

A/N: WOW 10 CHAPTERS ALREADY?! If you made it this far..Thanks for sticking around! What has been your favorite part in the series so far??

Anger

There was no way to describe it. The unsettling feeling erupted between Y/N and Tom after last night. At that point, they weren’t sure of where to go from here, but I guess that’s what happens when one lets their guard down. Once thinking they had a second chance to rebuild what was lost, has now drifted further and further apart.

Y/N knew she should be angry at Unknown, for being the reason why she had to experience heartbreak a second time. Yet, she also couldn’t help but feel anger towards Tom. There had to be a reason behind the kiss, but something inside her didn’t want to let go of the fact that he did kiss Natalie in the end. It wasn’t staged, it wasn’t questionable pictures, it was real and Y/N had the displeasure of seeing it up close.

The images wouldn’t leave her mind, and no one was there to look out for her. Kate was gone, and Harrison and Harry took a weekend for themselves. For the first time ever...it was just her against the world.

Y/N hadn’t moved from her position since she yelled at Tom. Crouched on the floor, her back leaning against the door, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Her mind and her heart had left her body, while she was very much alive, her current state might as well deem her dead. She was waiting for someone, something to give her a sign that everything was going to be okay.

Thats when she heard the soft knocks. Three knocks at a time. Once. Twice. Then a third time. Y/N refused to open the door, thinking it was still Tom, but the more she waited the more the enfuriating knocking would not stop. After a couple more, she was ready to open door just to stop it. Another part was also curious to know what Tom had to say about last night. Maybe just maybe they’d get through it again like they did before. Y/N wiped her tears dry, and turned the doorknob.

It wasn’t Tom.

Natalie with her neatly waved, dirty blonde hair appeared at the door, her hand in mid knock. She gently placed it down and gave Y/N a tight-lipped smiled. “May I come in?” She asked in her robust english accent.

“Let me think about it. You’re in a PR relationship with my ex-boyfriend, you stole my ex-boyfriend’s clothes without permission and posted it all over social media when you said you wouldn’t...and let me see I know there was one more thing I was forgetting...” Y/N sarcastically ponders the thought, tapping her finger on her chin. “Oh yeah..you managed to kiss him right in front of me when there was no need for the PR. So if you asking to come into my room as if you’ve been my best friend all my life..You’re out of your fucking mind.” She speaks out bitterly.

Natalie looks at Y/N surprised at the attitude thrown at her. She knew Y/N was one for being a forgiving and generous girl, but today she saw a whole side of her. Natalie smirks at the comment and the result of her stunt. “Okay, then I won’t play the nice gal anymore. Now this is your last warning. Stay. Away. From. Tom.” Natalie threatens, jabbing her finger into Y/N’s chest as she emphasizes the last four words.

It clicked for Y/N as if a lightbulb when off in her head. She always had her assumptions, but Natalie’s threat was enough to prove her theory. “It is you...You’re Unknown. This whole time...From the moment I started to drift away from Tom..It was because of you!” Y/N yells out in frustration.

Natalie laughs manically. “Oh babes. You’re funny if you think I’m Unknown. Im only a part of your nightmare. And it’s going to keep on going and going. I’ll make sure you never wake from it.”

Y/N glares at Natalie, shaking her head in disbelief. “I don’t understand why you’re doing this..if you’re not Unknown, who is?”

“Like I’d ever tell you who Unknown is. I wasn’t lying about that part though. Unknown is on to me as well if I don’t play my role in this game.” Natalie scoffs as she looks at her fresh pressed manicure.

“If Unknown is threatening you, then why don’t you stop them? Why help make my life miserable when you know all of us are being pulled by the strings?” Y/N interrogates Natalie, furrowing her eyesbrows in confusion. No human being would be that cruel to ruin somone else’s life for no apparent reason. She assumed that Natalie was lying for the sake of keeping herself safe from Unknown, but from what?

“Because you took the one thing I ever truly cared about. Tom and I were doing fine, until you came into the picture.” Natalie glares at Y/N. She wanted to make sure her message was loud and clear. “I want to make you feel the pain and loss I felt when Tom left me.”

Y/N looks at her with digust, almost sick to her stomache the way Natalie talked down to her. “You cant change the way he feels Natalie.”

“No, but it seems like you’re doing that just on your own. Honestly Y/N, how much longer do you think he’ll take the more you push him away? Unknown and I are just the boost, you’re insecurities is what’s doing the magic. God, I cant wait to see how far it goes.” Natalie smirks as she turns toward the door.

“Then why keep going Natalie? You have Tom, the publicity, the looks. What more do you want?” Y/N challenges her.

“Acceptance.” She simply states. “And I wouldn’t bother bringing this up or trying to make ammends with Tom. You know Unknown will continue to pull more strings. In fact, I heard he got so sick of everything, he’s leaving on the next flight for Germany.” Natalie emphasizes, hoping to hit a trigger point for Y/N.

Y/N remained frozen, feeling so defeated as she looked at Natalie one last time before she made her way out shutting the door. Tom left. He left because of her and now she was truly alone.

Natalie skips her way downstairs to see Tom on the phone with his agent. He’s clearly distressed about last night and sitting down with his phone in hand. “Germany?! Now?!” He asks. “I..I cant. I have something going on right now. I have to fix this. I cant leave.” He speaks out as the voice talks over him. Tom was in no mood for games and he certaintly wasn’t ready to pack his bags and leave for an emergency shoot while Y/N locked herself in her room thinking he cheated on her with Natalie.

“Please...I need to set this right. I can’t think about work right now—.” Tom pleads.

“Tom, I get it. You’re heartbroken. Y/N’s heartbroken, but this is important. Not coming through with this could damage your career and cost you millions under contract.” His agent regretfully shares. “Trust me I tried to find a way out for you, but there’s no loophole. Natalie’s agents have it in their control and breaking it could mean all your money goes to them.”

Tom placed the phone on his forehead as he tries to channel and calm his anger. Natalie was getting on his nerves by the second. If it weren’t for this stupid contract, he would have never agreed to the PR stunt, let alone..let her live in their house for as long as they had. “Don’t tell me this all because of the fucking stunt.” He grumbled, trying his best to contain the frustration.

“Yes and no. It’s for the movie. They want to start filming and start setting up interviews for behind the scenes. Natalie will be there too, but I can make sure you are allowed to go alone...if it makes it any better.”

While Tom’s agent tried to make his job less difficult...it really didn’t make it any better. He’d avoid another stunt, but it also meant being far away from Y/N, right when she needed him the most. She had to hear the truth of what really happened that night.

Speaking of the woman herself, Natalie padded her way innocently towards Tom. Her arms crossed, her hair slightly fluffed, almost as if she were trying to show the world how soft she was. “You should go.” She says sweetly in her accent.

Tom looks at her in disgust as he tries to back away. “Not like I had a choice.” He leaves Natalie alone, making his way to pack his things. He knocked on Y/N’s door one last time to see if she would answer, but nothing. However, that didnt meant it would stop him from saying what had to be said. “Y/N, look...I know youre extremely pissed at me right now and you have every right to be. But you have to believe me when I tell you that it meant nothing to me at all. I..I..I have to go right now, and leave for Germany, but when Im done with this stupid contract Im coming back for you. I promise.” He laments, sliding a folded note under her doorway.

Unfortunately for Y/N she did not hear a single word that came from Tom. Her body and mental state had made her so overly exhausted, it put her in a state of deep sleep. If she couldn’t face the problems in the real world ar the moment, at least she could escape it in her dreams. So there it laid on the hardwood floor just hidden under the purple tapestry rug, Tom’s heartfelt note waiting to be read.

Tom made it to Germany in two hours time. The whole plane ride, he couldn’t help but wonder if Y/N had listened to anything he said, if she even bothered to read his note to her. He couldn’t worry much about his projects when the woman he loved was hurting again, right after he swore he’d do anything to protect her. The first two days passed ever so slowly. Tom’s anticipation to go back home moved quicker than the seconds on the clock. But here he was, sitting down in a green room waiting to be interviewed, feeling completely useless.

Light footsteps click clacked in the hallway, and the noise started getting closer, it became louder and clearer. Out of the shadows of the hallway was Natalie, dressed in a gold floral dress, with looks that could kill and make any woman envious. “Umm...we still got 30 minutes before we go on.” She smiles, talking ever so gently. Natalie takes the seat beside him on the couch, trying her best to hold on to his hands.

Tom rolls his eyes, yanking them out of her reach. “Stop it Natalie. Im tried of this shit already.” He reacts, distress straining his voice.

Natalie’s smile drops the moment she hears him say those words. “Tom...I was just..”

“No! You are taking this stunt way too seriously. What you did back in London is really shit of you. Taking my clothes, and kissing me without my consent?! What the fuck Natalie?!” Tom raises his voice, the lines on his forehead creasing.

“I thought it was a rather cute thing to do. Besides the people loved it, and don’t act like you didn’t love the kiss. I felt the passion in there.” Natalie justifies, flipping her golden locks as if her action had no consequences.

Tom laughs in disbelief. “Natalie. You ruined my chances with Y/N. I pushed you away the moment you pressed your lips on mine.”

“Why her? Why are you so caught up on Y/N? I told you so many times that she’s not good for you. She’s not even British. I meant what I said about the both of us being great together. Look at the pictures, the reactions. People love us. Thats why we got this lousy interview in the first place.”

“But Natalie...I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this. I love Y/N. I dont care what the whole world thinks. It will always be her.”

Natalie looks at him with teary eyes. This wasn’t how it was supposed to work. After everything she’s been through, after all the things she did for Unknown, Tom was supposed to be with her. “I don’t understand. You were supposed to love me!” She screams, her eyes burning with fury. “I was supposed to win in the end!”

“You can’t force someone to love you Natalie!” He screams back, his face turning redder by the minute. “Im not some prize to be won.” There’s silence in the room. Breaths heaving and panting as they try to recollect themselves. Tom takes another breath before he continues, “Look, we may have been childhood friends and gotten close, but this doesn’t mean we were endgame. Y/N came into my life and my whole life changed for the better with her. It’s like I can breathe, laugh, see the world in a whole new light because of her.”

Natalie sniffles, looking away as she hears the truth that she can no longer deny. Tom was truly in love with Y/N and no amount of backstabbing, threats, PR stunts, or fights could break them apart. They were meant for each other. “I just wish it was with me.” She whispered.

Tom shakes his head, now talking more gently. “I know, but believe when I tell you, I’m not that guy. Somewhere out there you’ll find someone who makes you feel the way I feel about Y/N every second of the day.” He places his hand on her shoulder as she gently touches it and pushes it away. She could no longer be angry, all the anger had left and was replaced with sadness. Natalie couldn’t help but wonder if this is how Y/N felt after everything she’s been put through. Maybe worse more or less, but was this what a broken heart felt like?

It was time for the interview, and as Tom made his way out, Natalie stayed behind. A change of heart was taking place inside her, and with everything that’s happened, she wanted to set things right. “What are you still doing here? Get your arse into that interview.” Her mother grumbles as she yanks her daughter’s wrist to the door.

“Mother...he doesn’t love me.” Natalie, whispers, her voice almost disappearing.

“I told you, he’ll learn. If you weren’t doing such a lousy job, maybe he would learn to love you.” Her mother rolls her eyes, still trying to drag her out to the room.

Natalie shakes her head holding back. “He won’t ever love me. Tom..he’s truly in love with Y/N, and that’s not something we can ever break. Every obstacle makes them stronger, and even now Tom is still willing to win her back. We can’t win mum.”

“Don’t tell me you’re growing a soft heart now. You’re more to blame than me. Naughty girl, always trying to break them up for your own good. If you weren’t so keen on —“

“No mum! That’s what you wanted! You wanted me to get the fame and fortune. I wanted love..but not like this. Not if we’re forcing Tom to love me when he doesn’t.” She wipes the tears from her eyes before continuing, “Im done with this. With everything. I’m going through this interview and that’s it. I want to set things write.”

“Then I’ll just ruin you and your friends with all the secrets and blackmail we’ve collected. You really want to be a part of that game?” Her mother threatens.

“You cant hurt us anymore, mum. No secret and blackmail will ever be big enough to break them. Every stone has been unturned.” With that Natalie makes her way into the interview where she sits next to Tom, in a very platonic way.

“So Tom and Natalie, tell us about your relationship. How is it going so far?”

Tom and Natalie looked at each other, smiling. Almost as if they were telepathically telling the other it was time to tell the truth. No more secrets. No more blackmail. This was it. The end was near.

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#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 4 years ago

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Prompt List #9 - Historical Aus/Prompts (Requested)

@viseriyen I know your focus was more 18th century France, but I never covered that during my degree, my focus was more 19th century Britain. This has a variety of historical aus/prompts, they won’t all be relevant and I can’t guarantee their historical accuracy for France, but I hope they help, give you ideas etc.

“I can’t...you know I have no control over my marriage. I can’t even divorce him...I have nothing to hold against him.” “Then give him something to divorce you for.” “And tarnish my good name?”

AU in which character a is desperately in love with character b, but can’t divorce their husband because divorce laws make it nigh on impossible for ‘wives’ to divorce their husbands without a ‘legitimate reason’.

Intense heated love letters because we have to keep our distance and can’t do anything that would jeopardise our positions or our reputations. But, I can send you lusty love letters that you hide under your pillow instead.

Illegitimate child/unwed pregnancy and the trials of being together, loving your child together but knowing they have little standing in society and the way people treat you because of that.

Fan language AU -> https://raulersongirlstravel.com/language-of-fans/#The_Language_of_the_Fan

My parents are trying to marry me off and you're the latest person they’ve brought to show me off to and I don’t want to like you, but I kind of do. You clearly don’t want to be here anymore than me.

The smallest touch is the most intense.

You went off to war and come back after a long campaign the papers have been reporting on. You have appear gruff, mean, and cold to everyone else, but are soft with me.

The typical trope of hardened, gruff character a who melts around character b.

(19th c) I’m the town’s school teacher and you’re the gruff wanderer/traveller/cowboy/outlaw/etc. That’s come to town. You help me fix the school house and wrangle the little demons I teach.

Sweetheart trinkets, like embroidered handkerchiefs, engraved jewellery, hidden message rings, carved trinkets etc. Especially a ‘here I made this for you or I had this made for you’.

Letters that were never sent. After character a’s death the letters are found and posted to or given to character b revealing the unsaid feelings.

We compete for top spot in school in spelling, mathematics, science etc. School rivals.

Character a bathing in a river, character b awkwardly stumbling upon them all apologetic or alternatively character a bathing in a river and character b protecting them from some no good ruffians.

Horse rides; for leisure, maybe character a was stranded and has to share a horse with character b, being stuck in a carriage together.

Childhood rivals who finally see each other after years of being apart, maybe because of boarding school/finishing school or otherwise. The horrible realisation that your rival is now hot and also can keep up with you in conversation.

Those gentle kisses to the top of a hand or gentle touches between gloved hands. Gentle hands!!! Gentle kisses!! All demure and totally appropriate but with hidden meaning and heat.

Childhood friends who haven’t seen each other since they were little and are now betrothed and oh my, you’re beautiful/handsome and I am not prepared for this.

We’re betrothed but have only ever communicated through letters and this is our first ever meeting and i’m petrified you aren’t going to be the person I know through letters

Perfume scented letters, secret code, love poems, and dried flowers. Sent long distances to you with love.

Contraception catalogues and the very specific packaging of sheaths (aka early condoms) as things like pill boxes, ladies power boxes, cigarettes, etc. to hide them. Do with this as you will.

I am spinster, you are a bachelor and we have a rivalry because how dare you get paid more than me and while i’m compared to a rotten egg. Alternatively, I am spinster by choice and refuse to marry, but you are making this very very hard.

Gals being pals, boys being ‘mates’, the known cases of boarding school love between same sex couples and also we’re both spinsters/bachelours and work together in our intellectual studies and we’re totally not in love...no sireee.

Oscar Wilde had a thing working class and military kink so do with that what you will, i’m sure you could make a upperclass/working class au/couple. One’s rough, resilient, hard working, and one’s dainty, far too spoiled and brattish but they both like each other somehow.

You’re gruff and rough/snappy, rude, but I can see how sweet you are to horses, animals, kids, and I know there’s a softer side beneath all of that.

It’s my first ‘season’ and you save me from all these men/women sniffing around me trying to get my attention.

Scandalous private time i.e. we’re supposed to be chaperoned but here we are in the garden on our own together or in the woods alone or in a small corner without a chaperone and what would people say.

Character a defending character b’s honour.

You’re my second in a duel/I’m your second in a duel, please don’t die

All the duels, duelling each other, duelling for the other, defending the other’s honour etc.

You look beautiful but dear god why are there so many layers!

I just spent an hour drawing you a bath bucket by bucket because I love you, but i’m a hot mess right now as a result.

You break social convention for my comfort. I.e. something like you forgo allowing people to watch our wedding night because you want me to be comfortable or you refuse to allow some other stupid tradition that you know scares/intimidates/upsets me.

Over the top professions of love.

“I would die, without an answer to my feelings. I would die here. My breath would choke in my throat, my blood run cold, and my selfish heart stop. I cannot live without answer, without knowing whether my feelings are returned or not.”

Character a being the dotting husband/wife/partner and helping character b get out of all that ridiculous clothing so they can cuddle and sleep. Who needs maids and servants when you have a life partner.

I want a partnership, a kindred spirit, a soul mate, not a servant. You want the same thing. I am awed by this. (possibly + we’re rivals, childhood enemies etc.)

Your family don’t approve of me, and mine don’t approve of you. I wish we could simply run away, but that’s a foolish dream.

Educated woman expects man to talk about her wandering womb and how education will make her insane and barren, instead finds man actually wants to hold an intellectual conversation with her and they strike up and unexpected friendship and then love.

Character a denying themselves of character b because they don’t feel good enough or because they feel it would be selfish maybe because they’re in a war or because they can’t provide what they feel character b deserves. Character b is not here for this bullshit.

We get trapped in a small cabin in a snowstorm together wild west au.

We get trapped in any small space in any time period au

I would say we should stop having children but I love each and every one of them and I love you too. Large family AU.

We’ve just lost our child in infancy, grief, hurt/comfort.

You’re in labour and i’m terrified for you. I am not allowed in the birthing chamber and the midwife would murder me if I tried.

Alternatively, I refuse to not be present for the birth of our child and don’t care what anyone says. I'm here to support you and will be physically in the room.

You’re competing for my affections but you never had to compete because you always had them.

You do not have to duel everyone for me over the smallest slight, look now you’ve gone and hurt yourself and I suppose I’ll have to give you my favourite handkerchief to deal with it.

I am pro royalist and you are pro-republic. I should hate you, you should hate me, but god if you aren’t all consuming.

You’re one of my suitors and the gifts you bring me aren’t jewels or flowers, but books, microscopes, telescopes, knowledge. I like the way you think and seem to seem me.

I am nearly trampled by someone’s horse in the street, but you step in just in time to get me out of the way even though it puts you in danger yourself

Despite the cost of sugary treats you always turn up to my parlour with some sort of sweet and I know they’re not the cheapest.

Anything involving a copper bathtub is a vibe.

I always look for your seal on my letters. Yours is the first letter I read and the one I treasure most.

I have kept every note, every little, every little thing you’ve ever written or drawn for me.

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