#two of my closer friends are almost constantly making plans in a giant group of people i dont know as well

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im stupidly selfish sometimes i think

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For the requests‚ what about a family trip to the beach with Purgatory Hall + the royals and MC? Like Simeon and Barbatos setting up a picnic table meanwhile MC and Luke play around in the sand searching for shiny or strange things to building a sand castle (everything also keeping Solomon and Diavolo far from the preparations for the picnic)‚ playing with water guns or swimming. And after eating maybe playing a match of volleyball sand, admiring the sunset till it's nigth time and before going back‚ playing with fireworks, do a little stargazing or something--

Feel free to ignore this and thanks in advance anyway~

FINALLY I've come to write something for this lovely request. It's packed with so many fun ideas that I kinda went overboard with it xD this means the story is so big I'll have to split it into two posts!

To Bisshitu: I wanted to thank you for your continuous support! I see you in my notifs a lot and I really appreciate it!! (ALSO I AM SO SORRY YOU'VE WAITED SO LONG I HOPE YOU WILL STILL ENJOY THIS CHAOS)

Literally just 13 idiots on a beach trip~

Part 1

MC was leaning against one of the walls in the giant entrance halls of the House of Lamentation. Standing next to them, Solomon handed MC an opened bag of spicy newt chips. "Want some?" He asked and MC gladly took a few while constantly watching the commotion that was going on in the rest of the hallway.

Who would've guessed that going on a vacation with the seven rulers of hell would involve the most panicked, loud and chaotic packing of bags to have ever existed?

Well, let's be real, MC did expect it, but maybe not to the degree that they were in amusement about now.

The oldest brother had called the others for a "luggage check" as he had been sceptical of his brothers' talents in packing reasonable items in an, likewise reasonable, amount of suitcases and bags.

And of course, the first one to show up had to present his luggage in the form of... nothing.

Yes, Beelzebub came up to Lucifer, only the remains of a sandwich in his hand (which didn't last longer than three more seconds), confused when Lucifer mustered him with an angered glance.

"Where's your luggage?" Lucifer asked, to which Beel only gave a shrug.

"We're going to the beach, right? Which means I'll only need my swimming trunks, and I wear those underneath my pants."

Now the confusion has wandered over to rest on Lucifer's face. "But... Won't you need clothes to change into, or at least pyjamas for the night?"

"Hm..." Beel scratched the back of his head while thinking about Lucifer's words. "Nah, I don't need those. I'm planning to stay at the beach all the time, so..." Then suddenly, he gasped as he remembered something. "Wait, I do have something else prepared to bring along!"

Beel reached into his pocket, and when he pulled out a hand-written list that unrolled itself, plonking onto the carpet and rolling all the way to Lucifer's feet, the avatar of Pride knew exactly what said list was going to be.

"There are a few food stands that I'd like to try out..." Beel announced, eyeing the paper. "First of all, there's one selling shaved ice, which I want to compare to the ice-cream from this other stand, but who's also selling parfaits of which I kind of want to try all twenty-five flavours... Also then there's of course-"

"Beel" Lucifer interrupted the avatar of Gluttony in a strict tone. "Go pack a proper bag."

"But-"

"Now."

Letting out a sigh, Lucifer watched as Beel left.

But little did he know, this had only been the beginning of the chaos...

Moments later, Lucifer has found himself explaining to Satan why taking 70 different books with him would be ridiculously much. Also Mammon had taken this opportunity to "lend" some of his brothers possessions, arguing that he "needed those for the beach". This had worked until his swift fingers touched Levi's limited edition Ruri-chan sunscreen.

So, as Lucifer was spam-calling Belphie to wake him up and finally have him start packing, a sudden argument could be heard from upstairs:

"... How dare you steal my precious Hana Ruri 'magical sun ray protective lotion for all blooming heroes of justice'?! This very sunscreen is an homage to the legendary beach episode where Azuki-tan got a sunburn and couldn't help Ruri-chan in the intense battle against the evil kelp-army that was threatening to overgrow the local reef-"

"OKAY OKAY, HERE'S YOUR STUPID CREAM NOW LEAVE ME ALONE"

"S-STUPID CREAM?!?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW PRECIOUS THIS ITEM IS TO A FAN LIKE-"

That was all Lucifer could understand as an awfully annoyed scream Mammon let out was drowning Levi's gibberish. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Lucifer knew this vacation was going to be one intense experience...

An hour later, the group found itself where this little story had started off. The Purgatory Hall crew had already arrived long ago, enjoying the chaos together with MC -- who, btw, had been the only one to pass Lucifer's vibe luggage check right away.

Slowly it felt like most of the brothers were ready to go, only Asmodeus was left in the judgemental glare of the avatar of Pride.

But Lucifer noticed they already were way behind the time they were supposed to meet Diavolo at his castle. So, to Asmo's luck, he let off of trying to see what's inside the pretty boy's suitcase and announced the group's departure.

In enthusiasm shared by almost everyone, they let out a big cheer:

"Off to the beach we go!"

Some of the demons had whined about wanting to visit the human world beach. But as those idiot boys literally couldn't be trusted to act responsibly (which is okay, we love them regardless), Diavolo offered to stay at the beach resort he created in the Devildom.

Looking over the endless ocean, surrounded by the equally large beach and glistening in an artificial sun's light, MC was wondering just how powerful the demon prince must be to have created all this. But they were left only little time to be in awe over the location, as their friends demanded their attention shortly after having arrived.

Without going into much detail -- the day was packed with lots and lots of fun. MC was running around the beach, playing and goofing around with their friends, only to take a collective rest and then go do something silly again. Only a few other demons were to be found at the resort, but those were some acquaintances of Diavolo's family, and the group seemed to have scared them off of the beach after, like, an hour or so. Hence, the whole beach served as their playground for whatever activity they wanted to do, until in the afternoon, most of them were about to collapse from exhaustion and hunger.

"That's right, we didn't really have a proper meal since coming here" Asmo noticed as several tummy grumbles undermined his statement.

"We DID bring a picnic basket..." Satan mumbled. "But some genius had to let Beel carry it."

The culprit gave an immediate pout. "I had to hurry, 'kay?!" Mammon huffed. "MC was already at the beach and I--" he stopped. "... U-uh... I mean..."

Gaining a round of sighs and shaking heads, his brothers however decided to let Mammon's... mammon-ness slide for once. Mostly because, approaching from the distance, Barbatos and Solomon were getting closer, their hands full with bags that seemed to be stuffed with food.

"Y-yoU BroUGhT S-nAcKs?!" Beelzebub was already on his feet running towards them but Barbatos' stare was actually enough to make him stop.

"Not before the dishes are prepared, Beelzebub" Barbatos explained calmly, but with this very weird hidden tone in his voice that gave everyone chills despite the scorching summer heat.

"We figured everyone must be starving by now, so Barbatos suggested we'd make a little picnic party with everyone" Solomon cheered, presenting the bags in his hands.

"That sounds lovely" Simeon could be heard among the general noise of approval. "Let me help you prepare everything, Barbatos."

The demon butler beamed him a smile, thanking the angel for his help.

Then, Solomon spoke up again, and every bit of joy vanished from all their faces: "Thank you, Simeon! With the three of us working together the food will be ready in no time!"

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Barbatos was putting all kinds of spices into a bowl to create a delicious sauce. Right next to him, Simeon prepared mouth-watering sandwiches.

And behind their back, there was this chopping sound. Chop reaching their chop ears in an chop never- chop ending thread, over and chop over again...

Swallowing his tension, Simeon was fighting a frown. "He's only cutting the fruits..." He whispered. "You shouldn't be able to mess up a fruit salad..."

"I know" Barbatos mumbled back. "However I cannot fight this unease that urges me to check if he's really-" He was interrupted by a very unsettling "oops" coming from that certain sorcerer at the cutting board.

In honestly quicker than the blink of an eye Simeon and Barbatos were at Solomon's side, frantically scanning the table for whatever Solomon must've messed up. When all they found were slices of fruit that, well, might have been chopped a bit wonky, they gave Solomon a confused stare.

"I cut off too much of this poor Hellberry's pull" Solomon explained. "Oh well, I'll just cut around the stem and add it to the fruit salad like this."

Both Barbatos and Simeon couldn't help but stare for a moment longer, their brains not really comprehending NOT finding an abomination in Solomon's cooking.

"Can I help you two with anything?" The sorcerer then asked.

"U-uhm, no..." Simeon mumbled. "It's all fine, we just..."

"We wanted to see if there's anything we can help you with" Barbatos jumped in to continue.

"Thanks, but I'm fine. Actually I'm almost finished, so maybe I can help one of you afterw-"

"Nononononono...!" Simeon almost whined. "I-its fine! We're actually almost finished ourselves, so..."

Solomon looked back, raising an eyebrow. "Doesn't look like it to me..."

Suddenly, another voice joined the group.

"I agree! You two are likely just being humble again" Diavolo had walked up to their working station a moment ago, but neither of them seemed to have noticed in their stress. The prince continued: "That's why I decided to lend you a hand as well. This is a vacation for all of us, so I should not burden my loyal butler with all the work."

"That's a commendable attitude for royalty like yourself" Solomon cheered. "Well then, I think Simeon and Barbatos could use a hand."

Diavolo was already squeezing his quite broad body into the tiny cooking space, this certain over-excited sparkle in his eyes as he mustered the food.

Barbatos and Simeon on the other hand were exchanging glances, so immensely stressed that their thoughts were almost audible:

'Barbatos I don't think I can handle any more of this stress' Simeon stared.

'We shouldn't have let Solomon help in the first place, our kindness was foolish' Barbatos stared back.

'What do we do now Barbatos this is the only food we have left, they cannot ruin it'

Thankfully, the perfect butler was not planning to let their "help" threaten the food for any longer. "Young master, I highly appreciate that you thought of my well-being. Which is why I indeed have a request for you and Solomon."

Simeon almost barged in on a frightened impulse, but Barbatos continued before anyone could raise their voice. "There is dessert stored in our hotel's main storage. Would you be so kind and bring enough for our whole group?"

A little surprised, Diavolo agreed. He waited for Solomon to finish cutting the fruits, then they went off to the hotel.

Finally able to catch a breath, Simeon shot Barbatos a last glance. "That was easier than expected. Why didn't we let Solomon bring the desserts earlier?"

Back to mixing spices, Barbatos didn't look up at the question. "What desserts?" He simply asked.

"... Uhm..." Simeon was quite startled. "Are there... Are there no desserts in the storage room...?"

"Oh, I sure hope there are" Barbatos said. "Otherwise I will have some explaining to do..."

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(To be continued...)

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hello!! It's your relief story anon!!! i friken love what you wrote!!! may i have another request 🥺 similar to the relief story, Levi's s/o gets into a near death experience right in front of him and he freezes for the first time. everyone's super shocked abt it after the mission and he gets reprimanded just for formalities (erwin n hanji rlly just wanna check up on him personally) but they all understand since he's been through a lot. Levi can't deal with his emotions and he wants to say i love you to his s/o (first time saying it) but he doesn't know how and yes HAHAHAHA

- OMG HI AGAIN ! IM SO HAPPY THAT YOU ENJOYED IT THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!!! thank you again not only for requesting that, but also for requesting again, it’s so awesome when u guys come back and request more :) plus your ideas are always so great. i had a lot of fun writing this, i hope u enjoy <3 (and i got your second message tysm for adding it ! i tried to include as much fluff as possible but my dumb brain always defaults to angst hahaha)

how to say i love you

- levi ackerman x reader

warnings: season 2 and ova spoilers (if you haven’t watched the ova’s yet they’re on youtube but this only references ‘a choice with no regrets’ aka levi’s ova)

levi has never had...feelings for anyone before.

the romantic kind, of course. he's felt plenty of things towards people on a regular basis—anger. hate. disgust. confusion. annoyance. frustration.

to be fair he has had the occasional friend, or the occasional person who he respected, and others who he flat out wanted to protect. just never anything romantic.

this didn’t bother him, falling in love wasn’t his top priority or anything. his life has been one traumatic experience after the other. there was no time for him to be romantically involved with another, nor was he willing to take the risk of potential heartbreak that would add to his constantly growing list of traumatic events.

when he first met y/n l/n he acknowledged her as nothing more than another member of the survey corps. someone he would work with. someone he would train with. someone who he would give orders to if deemed necessary. someone who would join his team. someone he would slowly become more curious about. someone who would bring him feelings that he couldn't describe in words.

his plans had clearly gone astray.

y/n was supposed to be nothing more than a colleague, but somehow fate had much more in store. the young girl began to appear more and more in his life and before he could even process it, she was already apart of his team.

now that the they were spending almost everyday together, along with the rest of his team, levi had the opportunity to try to solve the mystery that was y/n.

there was something that he felt about her that he couldn't put into words. the way she was determined to save humanity and her friends, the way she poured everything she had into everything she did, the way she was strong in every aspect of the word, the way she got along with the rest of the team, the way she laughed, the way she smiled, the way she spoke, the way she moved, all of it. it all encapsulated him.

what is this emotion ? fascination ? curiosity ? these words weren’t completely right, but they safe enough for him to settle on for now.

yes, that's all. the brat just makes me curious because i don't understand her.

at least, that's what he told himself. but the tingles that remained on his skin from the place where she accidentally brushed up against him or the way his stomach felt after his eyes met hers or the way he noticed himself always wanting to be near her or the way he wanted to protect her more than anything in the world, said otherwise.

whatever message he wanted to send probably definitely was not passed on. when y/n accidentally brushed up against him he snapped back "watch it." when she made eye contact with him, it was more her meeting his eyes and him seemingly glaring back. when he took a few steps towards her to be closer, she felt paranoid, wondering if he was determining whether or not he should scold her for something. when she was on missions and he occasionally had to step in and save her tail, she felt like she was slacking.

truthfully in all these situations levi just resorted back to his true nature. he never meant any harm so clearly he wasn’t the best at expressing his feelings. henceforth, the three word phrase was foreign to him.

after all the many challenges that came with trying to understand each other, the couple finally got together. but despite being together, neither had said the 'L word’ yet. 

to be honest, y/n hadn’t dwelled on it too much. she had learned the best way to survive mentally was to live in the moment. when the time would come, the time would come, however, the thought that time wasn’t a guarantee gnawed at the back of her brain.  she always wondered how levi felt about the matter, but never got around to asking. little did he know he’d once again find out for himself that time wasn’t a guarantee.

just like every other day, y/n awoke to levi placing a kiss on her forehead. he wished nothing more than to let the love of his life sleep late into the morning in their shared bed, safe from the dangers of the world, but there was another mission today in which he needed her by his side.

the plan was to head to the outskirts of wall rose to a forest that was known to be surrounded by titans. hanji convinced erwin to let her try to capture titans in the forest again, as it all but worked on the female titan. erwin agreed, not only because he too believed the survey corps had all the materials necessary to capture titans again, but also because he knew the scouts needed more real time practice in the forest. levi wasn’t happy to hear the commander refer to this as “practice,” since so many lives were guaranteed to be lost in the process, but there was nothing he could do about it.

with everyone’s approval and the preparations complete, they were off. the ride there had been as close to smooth sailing as possible, with erwin successfully rerouting the troops to avoid as many unnecessary collisions with titans as possible and a surprisingly low amount of abnormals in their path. but everyone knew the real problems would be up ahead.

in this area, the titans were mainly surrounding the thick trees in the forest. it wasn’t too far from the forest where they encountered the female titan so the layout of the jungle was fairly similar. a large path ran straight through the trees, leaving the scouts lots of opportunities.

before the forest itself came into view, the hoard otherworldly creatures showed up. the crowd of titans didn’t seem to be too bad, with none surpassing ten meters. a bit of the outer edges of the formation took a hit, but everyone else made it into the woods unscathed.

unlike the last time levi’s squad was in the forest, their objective was not to be the bait. instead, they were to take to the trees and be on clean up duty. it was a little different from their normal clean up duty, as they weren’t doing chores around the castle or cabin—they were eliminating stray titans. the survey corps was only prepared to capture two titans, so any others that entered needed to be exterminated.

they weren’t the only ones with this job, but erwin placed them as the last hoop the titans had to get through before they were captured. any titans that escaped the first few groups were more likely than not going to be challenging, so they needed to be left with the most talented squad.

the eight scouts that made up levi’s squad traveled the path that cut through the forest until they found the four trees in which they were to set up camp. levi and jean were on the first tree, armin and sasha on the one across from them, connie and mikasa on the next, and y/n and eren on the fourth. the formation placed y/n and levi diagonal from each other so they could each defend half of the younger scouts in their squad if necessary, as well as had the team in pairs that weren’t often together for even more practice.

the ground rumbled beneath the group as they looked down to see the first wave of soldiers acting as bait pass through. after some time and a few more waves, including hanji and erwin who were in charge of the traps, everyone passed through and the titans came into sight.

the ground troops had all reported that no abnormals or titans above ten meters made it in so they all relaxed—or relaxed as one can be when they’re facing man-eating giants. levi recognized the last troop passing through and gave his second in command a nod which she returned, letting everyone else know it was show time.

the rumbling of the ground from the horses before was nothing compared to that of the titans. not counting the first two, there were nine titans in all. everyone gave a silent thanks to the squads who had narrowed down the hoard before it arrived to them.

finally, the first two titans ran past the trees levi’s squad was hidden in, chasing the ground troops. with a loud “now !” from levi, the rest of them deployed from their hiding places. thanks to the squad’s impeccable teamwork and countless hours of training in forests closer to home, the remaining seven titans were taken out without a hitch. y/n couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as she watched her team improve with every mission and it was obvious they all felt the same way. the way they beamed and had to hold back their celebration was as a clear as day.

the team regrouped, with y/n checking the younger members for any life threatening wounds and levi double checking all the titans were taken care of. she had just finished examining sasha when levi came back and announced the next step of today’s plan. everyone was to head forward to meet the other troops and aid in getting the titans back to the walls. although the titans may be secured, there were still infinite possibilities for catastrophes that could happen so they needed all the backup they could get. the young cadets nodded in agreement then followed after levi as he took to the sky, with y/n tailing the rest of the group. if y/n and levi weren’t side by side during missions, this was always the formation everyone fell into. levi led the way, protecting the front of the party, and she acted as the caboose to make sure no one got left behind as well as to protect them from the back.

after a few failed tricks from eren as he tried to show off with his gear and a quick scolding from levi, the rest of the scouts came into view. the mission appeared to be a success. the final two titans were both apprehended, one nailed to the ground and the other bound in the air.

squad levi landed and began to greet everyone but didn’t get very far when hanji’s squeals flooded everyone’s ears.

the scientist was practically bouncing up and down as she came over. “squad levi ! all in one piece, i see. let me show you what we’ve done,” she gushed, ushering all of them towards the titans.

it was no surprise she was so excited. she had been waiting for this day to arrive for ages, but levi still gave a quick “tch,” under his breath out of annoyance which forced y/n to cover her mouth with her palm to stifle a laugh.

the eight, now nine, of them cranned their necks up to see the side of the beast that was hammered into the ground. the sight would’ve been cruel if it were anything other than a titan, but remembering all the pain they’ve brought to each one of them, no one did so much as bat an eye. returning the focus back to hanji, everyone watched as she took a sharp inhale to prepare for her long ramble about how everything worked. lucky for y/n, before hanji could exhale, levi grabbed his partner’s arm and pulled her away.

he pulled her close so he could whisper in her ear, “come on, let’s go find erwin.”

as much as she wanted to argue with him and tell him he was being mean, she really didn’t want to listen to hanji’s spiel that she had heard a million times over. a tiny pang of guilt struck y/n for leaving the other half of the squad behind forced to listen to her, but sometimes everyone has to take one for the team.

she threw a quick wave over her shoulder to the others, then followed levi, who was still holding her arm, as he dragged her through the crowd of other scouts who were just floating around, waiting for orders, until he finally spotted the commander.

the tall man’s eyes fell upon the pair and he drew himself away from whomever he was speaking with to come greet them.

“ah levi, y/n,” erwin began. levi’s expression stayed the same but y/n offered the man a small smile and wave which he returned with a nod. erwin was actually the one who recommended to levi that he should consider y/n to be apart of his squad, so she heavily credited him entirely with starting your relationship with levi (even if levi disagreed every time she told him this). 

levi and erwin fell into formal conversation, discussing the remainder of the mission, which left y/n realizing levi hadn’t really saved her from a talk you’ve heard countless times before, but instead brought her into another one. 

hanji’s rambling would have been more interesting than this she thought to yourself as she began lazily scanned the small sea of scouts scrambling around, looking for a way to entertain yourself until the two men were done talking. one group in particular caught her eyes.

the soldiers seemed to be much more jittery than everyone else. they frantically looked amongst each other and towards the titan that hanji had just finished showing the rest of levi’s squad, and seemed to be contemplating a solution to an unknown issue.

it was clear something was up. 

just as she placed her hand on levi’s shoulder to bring his and erwin’s focus over to the scene, the ground began to shake, which caught their attention for her. 

no one had time to react when dust flew up everywhere, obstructing everyone’s views so they couldn’t see where the loud crashes that followed came from. a strong force slammed into them, throwing them who knows how far into the air. the fear of hitting the ground barely had enough time to settle into y/n before everything went dark.

everyone in the vicinity had been sent flying into the air along, but levi was the first one to be up on his feet again. bringing his arms up to shield his eyes, he decided to stay where he was as the dust cleared so he could assess the situation and move on from there. 

the scene finally came into view; he gathered that the titan had ripped its arm through the nails that secured it to the floor of the woods, then flailed it around in an attempt to grab people. it made a clean sweep in the area that he was previously standing—all that was left were debris and broken wood planks from the compartments that were attached to the other titan’s traps.

a wave of adrenaline passed through his body as he remembered who was with him. he needed to find not only erwin immediately, but also y/n. he reached down to grab the handles of his controller grip but froze instantly upon seeing what had just come into view as more of the dust cleared.

y/n was sprawled out on the ground, ODM gear tossed a few feet away from her body but more importantly, the titan’s hand was hovering mere meters above her.

his pulse almost quickened twicehold, but it felt as though it heart had stopped in his chest. situations like this presented themselves to levi almost everyday of his life, but this was much different. in those, he was almost two steps ahead. he knew that by now he should be wrapping his arms around y/n and pulling her to safety at breakneck speed, or even better, he should’ve shielded her from harm at the very beginning. but right now he couldn’t do so much as move his finger.

levi was completely inert—his arms felt like they being weighed down by a ball and chain, his legs felt like they had grown roots into the ground that planted in him place. his throat ran dry and his stomach felt like it had just done a flip. the rest of him went numb while shock consumed his body, physically and mentally, rendering him entirely helpless.

images of isabel, farlan, petra, oluo, eld, gunther, and countless others all flashed before him, the same running theme echoed in his mind—he wasn’t able to save them. all he had to do was pull back a single index finger. this would launch one of his anchors into the back of the titan’s neck, sending him flying to slice its nape. but he couldn’t do it. the only thing he knew he had the power to do was watch helplessly as his partner would be eaten alive.

the shouts of others flooded his ears as his senses slowly began to return to him, but it didn’t matter. he couldn’t make out a thing. frankly he wished he could so he could break away from the things that occupied his mind now. shame. guilt. humiliation. fear. regret. he took for granted every moment he had ever spent with y/n. every smile she gave him. every time he embraced her. every kiss. every conversation they shared under the stars while everyone else was fast asleep. every opportunity he had but failed to tell her that he—

before he finished his thought someone finally broke through his trance. erwin was the one who was able to crack the surface and bring him back to life. 

the commander was shouting levi’s name, hoping, praying, to wake him up from whatever was going on in his head. levi was still unable feel his body, but he realized he was moving as the ground began to grow smaller. one of erwin’s strong arms hooked around levi’s middle and they were flying away from the chaos below. the commander spared a glance to levi to see the man’s eyes were still trained on y/n.

the feeling returned to levi’s body as he felt the pain of being thrown onto one of the thick tree branches surge through his body. not knowing how else to bring him back from the trance that wasn’t full broken, erwin had tossed off of him levi instead of placing him down gently.

he watched as levi scrambled up and expected him to yell back for throwing him, but the response was much different.

“where is she ??” levi demanded. his eyes may have been on y/n the whole time, but his mind was elsewhere replaying scenes from the past. he had no idea if she had been eaten, or even survived the initial attack. the only think he saw was her body on the ground, unmoving.

“safe,” erwin confirmed. “hanji ran over just in time and got her. but what happened to you ?” no one had ever seen levi freeze up the way he did. others believed it was just fear which made him seem a little more human to them, but erwin knew it was more than that.

throughout the years, erwin watched levi witness the deaths of those closest to him, and even then he was still able to act. but after seeing him go rigid, erwin was more than worried. it was clear levi went into shock, however, shock runs more than skin deep. 

this became even more evident to him as levi remained silent the entire way back to the walls. y/n was still unconscious, so one of the open carts was her escort. guilt continued to wash over levi as he wasn’t able to ride in the cart with her to monitor her closely because he had to ride his horse back. regardless, he stayed as close to the cart as possible and stole as many glances her way as he could.

if he had it his way, he would’ve waited outside the infirmary for y/n when they arrived back home, but hanji and erwin practically dragged him to the mess hall to replenish his energy. this may or may not be skipping the part where levi was questioned about what happened, followed by him being chastised for his actions (or lack there of). levi could bare focus even though it was such a serious conversation. his mind was still a hazy mess. as much as hanji and erwin wanted to talk to levi more about the situtation, they knew it was best for the conversation to end there for the day. levi looked so shaken up that he could barely keep himself standing so the last thing he needed was to be yelled at more. the entire corps also made sure to steer clear of the man. he usually had all his emotions hidden but they were on full display now. it still scared the hell out of them.

but the fear alone wasn’t enough to stop them from whispering to themselves. word carried fast about how captain levi froze up and watched one of his squad mates almost die. the ones who only heard about the story instead of witnessing it couldn’t believe what they were hearing. the captain levi did nothing while one of his own almost became titan food ? 

hearing the whispers in passing, levi didn’t care that they were talking about him, but he was still affected. their words just made reality sink deeper into him. they weren’t the only ones who were unable to believe what happened. he really just watched helplessly as someone almost died. and it wasn’t just someone, it was his other half.

“hey levi ?” hanji voiced, pulling him out of his head. levi didn’t bother looking up from his food that he had been staring at for the past few minutes to face her. the best he could to was give her a side glance as he peered at her from the corner of his eyes and waited for her to finish.

the glare he was sending her way made her blood run cold, but she took the hint and continued. “are you alright ?” she asked in a small voice.

“does it look like i’m alright ?” he growled back, then went back to eating.

“just wanted to ask,” she added with an awkward laugh then turned to erwin who was on the other side of her. for once in her life she knew not to press any harder, but making levi upset wasn’t her intention. she was genuinely worried about him. hanji gave erwin a what do i do now ? look, hoping for some help, but erwin could only shake his head. he cared about levi just as much as she did, but he knew there was nothing either of them could do or say to make levi feel better. the only thing he needed was to see y/n.

at last, levi finished his dinner and excused himself to go find his partner. as his feet carried him at a quick pace across the stone floors of the many hallways in HQ, fear came back to his already grim mind. there was no word on y/n’s condition so he assumed no progress had been made and she was still unconscious. 

needless to say, when he rounded the corner and saw her sitting on the bench right outside the infirmary swiveling her heels and tapping her toes together as if she was bored, shock overcame him once again, this time on a much lower scale. similar to just a few hours ago, he was frozen instantly upon seeing her. it was a much prettier sight this time, but it was still painful to see. the bandage that wrapped around her head peaked out from being any strands of hair that fell in front of her face, other wraps and patches plastered themselves across her arms and legs, and some purple and blue splotches peaked out from behind them. this was only the skin that was exposed. for once in his life levi didn’t want to think about what she looked like when she weren’t wearing any clothes. he made a quick mental note to later place tender kisses on all her bumps and bruises, and took of running towards her.

y/n had been discharged from the infirmary during dinner hours, so the halls has been quite empty as she sat outside alone, falling into boredom. when the first sounds of shoes hitting the ground entered her ears, she got a bit excited, but calmed herself down reminding herself it probably wasn’t him. but when the steps got quicker and louder, she finally let yourself look up to see up to see her partner was the source. there was no point in holding back anyone; her face visibly lit up and a wide smile placed itself on her lips. just like levi, y/n wanted nothing more in the entire world than to see him. 

he run turned to a jog then a complete stop as he halted in front of her. despite being so anxious to see one another, neither were really prepared. they just kinda...stared at each other, neither sure of the right words to say. levi decided to take the initiative. he opened his mouth, hoping something, anything, would come out, but his attempt fell flat. words just weren’t enough. instead, he lifted his arms and placed both hands gently on y/n’s shoulders. she caught on quickly, standing up at the same time as he was pulling her into his arms for a tight embrace.

the pair remained silent in each other’s arms until y/n decided to take initiative this time and finally spoke. “is it true ?” she mumbled against his neck, barely loud enough for him to hear.

as much as he had hoped the gossip would stay in the mess hall, levi knew that inevitably word would spread to her. someone must have told her everything that happened, leaving in every little detail about how levi made no moves to save her life, ending up having to be saved by hanji in the end.

based off his silence, y/n knew levi had a lot on his mind so she continued “did you really freeze up?” 

he didn’t realize it, but he had tensed up at her words. it absolutely pained him to answer, but he couldn’t imagine the pain she were feeling. 

summing up his courage, he began to confirm the worst, but she pulled away before he could get more than a “yes,” out. levi braced himself for the hurt expression that he would be faced with, knowing his heart would break instantly as she realized he truly did failed to protect her, but instead he was met with kind eyes and soft face.

the look on his face had utter disbelief written all over it as her hands went up to cup his face that was now reddening. “are you okay?” y/n asked softly. “im so sorry.”

levi was beyond bewildered. he wanted her to be furious at him. yell at him. pull her soft hands back and strike him as much as she pleased. tell him he failed and that she couldn’t stand the sight of him. he knew he deserved it all and more, but he should’ve known she would never do that. that wasn’t y/n.

he melted into her touch and placing one of his hand over one of hers that remained on his cheek. “i was terrified, y/n.”

y/n finally gave him one of her beautiful smiles and giggled softly. “why were you scared ? i was the one who almost got eaten,” she teased.

y/n’s laughs had quickly subsided after seeing the serious look that had etched itself onto levi’s face. “because you were in danger,” he started.

“i don’t know what id do with myself if i lost you, i...”

“i love you, y/n.”

it was finally y/n’s turn to get a taste of the shock that levi had been experiencing all day. she could’ve sworn her heart skipped a beat at his words, followed by butterfly wings tickling the inside of her tummy, her eyes widening and jaw falling slack. her hands slowly slipped from his face to instead place one of her palms on her chest to make sure her heart was indeed pumping at a regular pace.

levi, on the other hand, was not having a magical experience. y/n’s reaction made him feel as though his feelings weren’t reciprocated despite having been together for so long. he started to get deeper into his head, negative thoughts starting to eat away at him once again, when she finally spoke.

“i love you too, levi,” she breathed out, still too stunned to breathe properly.

levi had had enough of being unable to move for one day. one of his hands grabbed y/n’s waist while the other found its way to the back of her head, as he kissed her roughly, which she eagerly returned. the way he felt her grin against his lips was enough to make all the pain and fear he had experienced that day worth it.

he couldn’t have asked for a better outcome to such a shitty day.

levi had finally learned how to say i love you and he thanked the stars every night following that day that y/n was the one who taught him how.

[soulmate-game]

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020

Day 5: Overprotection

Disclaimer: Dick was adopted when he was 12 in this fic. Just for math’s sake.

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“What.”

Damian stared at his father, face carefully blank. Bruce grimaced, shifting.

“I said, you have a half sister. Biological.”

Four sets of eyes bored into him, from all of his sons. They were gathered not in the Batcave for once, but just one of the sitting rooms in the Manor.

“... and what, Father, does that have to do with the French class visiting Gotham?” Damian asked again, posture steadily growing stiffer and more and more stone like. He was trying hard to suppress emotions, but not even he was quite sure what those emotions were yet. Anger? Fear? Resentment? Probably. He might have detected some excitement there too, deep, deep down. Bruce took a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for this.

“Well. I’ve kept up with her life, but last time I checked she had no idea that she was adopted. When her birth mother died, it was right around the time I adopted Dick. She was still an infant, and I knew I was not equipped to handle taking care of a baby—“

“Father,” Damian interrupted again. “You sent her off. Have her up for adoption,” he said slowly, as if realizing that that would have been his fate had his father known about his existence earlier, as well. It was almost ironic, considering how Bruce seemed to have a problem with adopting other children nowadays. Bruce nodded.

“She was adopted by a couple in France. Paris, to be exact. I’ve kept up to date, asking them to just send me a letter or email once or twice a year about the general stuff she’s been up to. Nothing too invasive. A few pictures. And last time I asked them, they said that she had no idea about being adopted or that I was her father,” Bruce sighed again, running a hand over his face. “But I think she does.”

“Why?” Jason asked, confused as everyone else to the change in subject. Except Tim and Damian, who seemed to be quickly connecting the dots.

“Oh boy,” Tim breathed. Bruce just nodded.

“Her name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She is the one who organized the trip for her class to come here, to Gotham. She is the one who entered and won our international internship competition, and turned that into an excuse to get her entire class to come here for two weeks. To get to know the place she will be living for her internship next year, after she graduates Lycee, France’s version of highschool essentially.”

Tim winced. He had been in charge of the internship competition, and Bruce had given him free reign. He had chosen the winner without even thinking to run it by his adoptive father.

“Bruce—“ Tim tried, but the man just held up a hand.

“I don’t blame you. I haven’t been paying too much attention to her life, and I didn’t expect her to do something like this. But we know now that, if she does know and this isn’t a giant coincidence,”

“Unlikely,” Dick agreed, wincing. “Possible, but unlikely.”

Bruce huffed in agreement. “Then, we know she is very resourceful, determined, and has skills that impressed Tim enough to choose her out of tens of thousands of contest participants worldwide.”

“The minimum requirement for a Wayne,” Damian finally managed to bite out, still coping with this proverbial slap in the face but doing his best to handle it. He was seventeen damn it, and had come a long way from who he used to be. He could handle this. He could. He would.

Bruce rolled his eyes, and then leaned forward with his hands braced on the table. “Okay. So now we need to make plans.”

“Plans?” Jason asked, frowning. “For how you’re gonna tell her without getting your faces plastered over every tabloid in the city right?”

“No,” the older man shook his head. “Plans to keep her alive, unharmed, and unaffiliated with us until she leaves. I will not be making any public appearances unless absolutely necessary, so trips to the Tower are out of the question—“

“Are you…” Jason’s eyes were wide. “Trying to keep her out of our Shitshow? Because yeah, kudos to you even if it took you way too long to learn, but if she went through all this trouble to come here then it's probably too late.”

Dick nodded. “If she’s anything like you and Damian, there’s no way she’ll back off easy. Avoiding her will only make it worse on you, and probably the rest of us too.”

Damian stared straight into his father's eyes, glare sharp and searching. “What is this about, Father? You have not worried this much about any of us—“

“Because none of you were as naive!” He barked, quickly catching himself and taking a breath. “You all had a way you could benefit from this life. A way I could help you. But Marinette has both of the parents she has known her whole life, they treat her wonderfully. They care. She’s never had to worry about constantly moving, or fighting, or going hungry. The only deaths she has ever experienced have been from afar and due to natural causes. She designs as a hobby and has no problem with socializing or handling emotions in a healthy way— introducing her to our life holds no benefit for her. The only thing it can give her is unnecessary danger and risk and secrets.”

“Yeah, well. I guess Batman doesn’t know everything, does he?” A new voice startled them all from the doorway, making everyone's head whip over to see who had managed the near-impossible and snuck up on all of them.

Standing there, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, was a short part-Asian woman in her late teens. Her midnight black hair was cascading down her back in one thick braid, tied off at the end with an indigo ribbon. Her eyes were a piercing cobalt blue, matching those of Bruce perfectly. Her jaw was clenched, and the infamous Bat-glare coming from her was directed right at the person who made the expression infamous in the first place.

“Marinette,” Bruce breathed, shoulders squaring. “Your plane isn’t supposed to arrive until tomorrow.”

“It won’t,” she agreed. “I took a portal here. You see, my extensive research into Batman’s known habits and tactics, which I started after I figured out about your alter ego last year, informed me that you tend to go to the extremes to protect people you deem incapable of protecting themselves, and are also prone to idiotic self-sacrificing behavior in the form of purposely making yourself look like an ass.”

Jason chuckled. “She’s got you down to a T, B,” he quipped with a grin despite the caution still in his eyes. “But let’s back up a bit, little Spitfire. What’s this about a portal?”

Marinette pushed off the doorframe, walking closer to the scattered group. Tim and Jason were spread across one sofa, Damian on the other with Dick, and Bruce was occupying an armchair. Marinette just walked until she stood where she could easily be seen by everyone, but also had nobody at her back.

“The portal is part of a bigger story. Like, the fact that father dearest wanted to protect me so badly that he placed the JLE in Paris, but didn’t realize that relations with that branch were so bad that the JLE never informed him or the JLA about getting kicked out of France and reassigning themselves to Italy. Bruce never kept a close enough eye on the city, because he wanted to keep emotional distance, and therefore was completely blind to when a supervillain showed up and terrorized Paris for almost five years,” she continued, her glare never leaving Bruce’s face.

“I found out about being adopted when I was eight. I found out who my biological father was when I was thirteen. Last year, I finally put in the work to connect Bruce Wayne to Batman. And yeah, I never told Maman and Papan, because they have never completely understood me. They wouldn’t have understood that I was fine with having no contact with you, back then. That my snooping had nothing to do with being unhappy with them as my parents. They would have immediately assumed they were inadequate when I am merely curious by nature. But then I ended up being chosen to be one of the child heroes that fought said domestic terrorist that showed up five years ago. And I sure as hell couldn't tell them that a magical artifact showed up on my desk one day and that the god inhabiting it told me to fight the monsters the villain made and just, just go with it. I couldn’t tell them when I went from being one of two Parisian heroes to being the leader of a team. I couldn’t tell them when my elderly mentor, unable to fight by our side but who had at least provided emotional support and knowledge, passed away and gave me his title and responsibilities. I’m sick and tired of being protected, Monsieur Wayne,” Marinette didn’t seem to notice the tears that had begun to fall.

“I’m sick of it. I know you were trying to keep me safe, but I fought a war I wasn’t prepared for. I died, thousands of times. But my own powers and the powers I have my partners brought me back to life. Over and over. I don’t need protection, damn it. I don’t need you to distance yourself, because you're the only fucking person I can call a parent who might understand,” she held out a hand, her scowl turning into a gentle smile. “I have so much I need to talk about. Before I drown under all these secrets. Please. I’ll go back through another portal before my parents notice I’m gone, but I’ll be back in town tomorrow when my plane lands. Just. Please, don’t push me away. That’s all I ask. I want to get to know you, all of you. I… I need family who understands.”

“Thousands.” Bruce repeated, all of them still recovering from Marinette’s very sudden, info-dumping speech. “You died… thousands of times?”

Marinette laughed, but it was a sad sound. No mirth there. “I gave my friend a magical artifact that reverses time, and the artifact that gives me my own powers can reverse any damage from a fight I use it in. Even death. Sending untrained teenagers to fight a villain three times their age makes some kind of failsafe like that kind of necessary.”

“Fuck,” Jason cursed under his breath. “Well. You’re welcome to join the living Zombie club,” he offered. The girl snorted, giving him a watery grin in thanks.

“I’m sure you know about my stance on powers and metas,” Bruce decided to say, wincing immediately after. That wasn’t what he meant to say. At all. He earned another brief glare for it.

“I’m not a meta, and I only have powers when I use the artifact to transform, thereby borrowing powers from the miniature god that the artifact houses. Think of it like doctor fate, but my gods are actually not parasites and my powers are much more… specialized. I had to learn combat on my own, and I was able to train in my sleep with the past users of this artifact. That includes people like Fa Mulan, Joan of Arc, and someone you actually know— Hippolyta. I’ve mastered more fighting styles by now than I care to remember, and I’ve done gymnastics since I was three. I don’t know if my parents told you that in their letters. I even won the gold in the nationwide France gymnastics competition two years ago. I assure you, I don’t rely on my powers nearly as much as you might think.”

Bruce swallowed. “I can… greet you when your class arrives.”

Marinette grinned. “Well, that’s a start.”

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Idk what happened, I don’t know if I like this at all but oh well. I’m posting it anyway. Maybe one of you will like it. I… couldn’t really find any other way to do this so oh well. Also, I think Mulan was a past Dragon..? But I put her as a Ladybug because I Can.

@momothefemur @ladybug-182 @starlightshield @trippingovermyfeet @greatcatblaze @sam-i-am-0222 @bluesimani @ruelukas22 @acoolspacegirl @iamablinkmarvelarmy @meme991001

[trafalgar-law-wife]

Squiddy and the Obey Me Brothers Relationships!

This is an Obey Me x Squiddy head-cannons. Squiddy is my Obey Me persona and this is her relationships with the brothers. 

Lucifer

When Squiddy and Lucifer first met she was beyond terrified. I mean come on, bro is in his demon form pressing her out and threatening her life. If he asked her to jump, she'd ask how high.

When Lucifer first seemed to be warming up to her, she swore to Mammon that Lucifer was plotting her demise, and how him being nice to her was a ploy to make her drop her guard so she could slip up and he'd can punish her.

Honestly, it took a while for Squiddy to get close to Lucifer and let her guard down and truly trust him. Occasionally whenever the two hangout together for a drink, Squiddy will flirt with the oldest because she loves to see him flustered.

Mammon

Now with Mammon, Squiddy could relate to how his brothers were treating him, so she always made sure to be nice to him. After she helped him obtained his one true love, Goldie, Mammon asked why a weak human like Squiddy was being so nice to him, to which she responded, "Everyone deserves to be treated nicely, besides I bet you're a cool guy." And with that, Squiddy gained her first pact and oh so very clingy friend. she does not mind at all <3

Now just like Mammon, Squiddy has a bit of a money spending problem. She will happily go gambling with Mammon if that means she can spend more time AND buy her in game purchases, it's a win-win situation....until the both of them are running away from the casino after losing an all or nothing bet.

It goes without saying that these two got close real quick, often having sleepover's in her room, plotting how to make money by gaining pictures of Lucifer, going out together. Unlike Mammon though, Squiddy will not steal from the other brothers and is often stopping Mammon from doing so. But whenever it is just the two of them hanging out they just vibe, Squiddy casually flirts with Mammon, and the both of them telling each other things they'd never tell anyone else.

Leviathan

The moment Squiddy mentioned she liked anime and gaming, Leviathan thought he was living in one of his favorite anime's "This normie isn't totally a normie! She likes anime and gaming too! is she my soulmate?!?!?!" After explaining to him how this is not an anime, the two of them seem to hit it off. They both had even forgot about how he almost killed her a few days ago in a trivia quiz!

These two will spend hours in Leviathan's cosplaying, gaming, cosplaying WHILE gaming, binge anime, and binge anime while cosplaying. Half of the time while cosplaying they forget to lock the door, all of the brothers at some point has either seen the two of them half naked, in some questionable costumes, odd poses, the whole shebang.

Now Leviathan is in no way calm with Squiddy whenever she decides to just get dressed in cosplay in his room, he's a babbling mess. Looking away, sneaking small glances at her, gets flustered and goes on a rant about how much easier this would be if she just got dressed in her room, yet insists for her to get dressed in his room when doing the more...revealing cosplay's because he didn't want his brothers seeing Squiddy like that.

When it's just the two of them, Leviathan is a panicked mess whenever she sit near him, lay with him in his bed, or even share the same blanket. The both of them are competitive during games....doesn't mean Squiddy is good at competitive games, but a simple flirtatious comment is enough to keep Squiddy's win streak high against Leviathan.

Satan

Like Lucifer, Satan scared Squiddy, especially after finding out about his torture books. After being reassured for months that he'd never her, Squiddy began to slightly relax, until he got upset about her denying to make a pact with her. Now she was definitely avoiding him, always hiding behind Beelzebub or Leviathan whenever Satan entered the room. This amused Satan for awhile until he felt the urge to get closer to her.

Satan approaches Squiddy with a simple question "Do you like to read?" And Squiddy responded with "If manga and fan-fiction counts then definitely!" Satan has never heard of fan-fiction and demanded Squiddy explain to him what is was. She immediately pulls out her D.D.D and goes to an human world app called 'Wattpad' and proceeded to show Satan the safer options of what she reads. She explains to him what it is and he is utterly disappointed in what she had said. He laughs at her and proceeds to grab her wrist and take her to him room. All day Squiddy was held captive in Satan's room being forced to listen to him read fantasy and other fiction books. Simply because he though she might like them. he was not wrong

These two can be caught in the library reading whatever Satan picks out, because he plans to show Squiddy the wonders of "true literature"

Asmodeus

Squiddy feared of Asmodeus, not because he appeared intimidating, but because she didn't want him to figure out what type of things she's into. She's aware that his seduction doesn't work on her yet she still refuses to look him in the eye. Squiddy enjoys hanging out with him but hated how she became a flustered and stuttering mess around Asmodeus. The way he would caress her body, whisper compliments in her ears, it drove her crazy.

Squiddy didn't mind doing skin care routines with Asmodeus, she always told herself in the human world that she'd get into one and never stuck with it, so its nice to have a demon to constantly remind her about it. During these skin care routines Asmodeus is constantly flirting with Squiddy and it throws her in for a loop. Squiddy was never the one being hit on, she was the one hitting on her friends; her SHY friends. Asmodeus loves to see Squiddy hot and bothered but obviously wont do anything without her consent.

It took Asmodeus about a month to figure out what Squiddy was into, and when he confronted her about them she absolutely panicked. He noticed the way she'd intensely stare at the brothers hands, or the way she'd crossed her legs in her seat whenever she got called certain names, or the way whenever she sat on his lap and he'd do what he normally does flirting, touching, or teasing, how he'd feel her core throb on his leg, and so much more. It was all too cute for Asmodeus not to bring it up. Squiddy tries to fight for her dignity, but alas, nothing gets past the Avatar of Lust.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub's height intimidated her, I mean bro literally towered her, but she did loved it at the same time. Beel was always kind to Squiddy because she never touched his food. When Squiddy mentioned how she wanted to help get his brother back, and fix him and his brothers relationship he was elated. He'd join Squiddy and Mammon in her room to have movie nights and even teach Squiddy how to make him and his brothers favorite meals.

Beel will willingly share his food with Squiddy if she asks, he doesn't mind at all. When he found out about Squiddy's sweet tooth he used her favorite desserts to bribe her into working out with him, he knows Squiddy is not in shape athletically, and he wants her to be healthy. So for every 3 weeks she works out without any complaints, he'll take her out to Devildom's best bakery for a dessert binge.

Squiddy has insomnia, and she will often go to Beel's room and snuggle into him because he's a great cuddler in Squiddy's opinion. Unlike Levi's tub she doesn't wake up with neck cramps, unlike Mammon, Beel isn't sprawled across her uncomfortably. Unlike Asmo, Beel isn't constantly trying to get a rise outta her, Unlike Satan...Beel's bed is actually useable, Belphie is a instant no from Squiddy, she doesn't want to bother Lucifer with her insomnia knowing he has a bunch of work to do. So that leaves Beel, a gentle giant who keeps his warm embrace until the morning. or until he gets hungry in the night.

Belphegor

Squiddy actually liked Belphie when she was helping the demon brother to escape his imprisonment. She was overjoyed when she saw the barrier keeping him locked in his prison be broken. That was before he killed her. That was before Squiddy traveled back in time and watched her past self bloody body being held in Mammon's arms as he sobbed. This made her heart shatter. When she made eye contact with Belphie and he went to kill her again, she decided that she would never forgive Belphie.

Literally the next day when Belphie was being all lovey dovey towards Squiddy she was disgusted. She couldn't believe homeboy, didn't even give her time to recover from what she saw. Squiddy is still respectable towards Belphie, especially around the other brothers but she is extremely passively-aggressive towards him. She refuses to do group work with him, and refuses to have a conversation longer than 5 minutes with him.

He knows that he cannot change the past so he returns the passive-aggressive attitude but will do anything she say in hopes that she’ll forgive him one day.

[fluffymisha97]

Falling, Fallen - Part 3 - Part 2/2

Summary: Last part of that very ‘first real date’ with Chris. The man had several tricks up his sleeves. 

Warnings: Language. 

Word count: 5,447 (Loooong I know) 

(Updated 06-03, I forgot to add the pictures I wanted to use lol.) 

You were still reeling from the shock of finding out where you were going next. For a moment you felt speechless due to the surprise and excitement of going in there. You hadn’t gone to one of these things for so long. You grabbed onto Chris’ arm for support worried that you would tip over.

“Omg, are we going in here? I didn’t even know that there was anything like this during this season.”

“Well, that’s the plan. There’s some rides that are closed but very few.”

“Wow, Chris this is really great- but what about all the people? It looks pretty packed.”

“I think we’re good. Besides it’s sometimes easier to blend in with a lot of people rather than a few. If things go south, I’ve got a backup plan.”

You let out a small snort.

“Wait, you got like a secret disguise in the back of your car or something?”

“Something like that.”

Chris was in fact wearing something that offered him some discretion with his Boston Cap and some black sunglasses. He hadn’t been wearing the glasses before arriving at the fair. He’d yet again asked if you were okay with him wearing them while with you. You truly appreciated the thought and didn’t mind it at all. Chris went to a stand where he paid for two entrance tickets and some tickets for the rides and such.

You were all giddy inside and very much excited for the second time that day. This date was looking very well compared to the first one. You and Chris went ‘inside’ where the fair was indeed packed with a great amount of people. Chris stayed close to you while you walked around trying to get a feeling of the place. The place was huge and you were almost overwhelmed by everything there. You felt like a kid on Christmas morning. Chris felt the same way but tried hard to contain it not wanting to make a further fool of himself. He’d already done that twice that day.

You and Chris had come to a stop by some rides. You instantly spotted the giant Ferris wheel which Chris noticed. You stared at it hesitantly and stayed put. You felt Chris’ hand on your back briefly.

“You want to go?”

“Yes and no. The last time I was on one of these things was when I was about 8 years old and I cried when I got to the top because I got scared.”

“How about I’ll let you hold onto me if you get scared.”

“Ever the gentleman, Evans.”

“My ma raised me right.”

You smirked at him. The two of you small talked while you waited in line. 5 minutes later, you were the next to go. You could feel yourself growing more nervous as you got closer. Chris seemed to have noticed your nervous state when he cautiously reached out and grabbed your hand. He didn’t say anything as he held your hand. You smiled at the action and tried to calm down. ‘Remember be cool and chill’ Emmett’s words rang in your head again. ‘Right, breathe in and out slowly. Be cool as a cucumber’. You snorted to yourself hearing your own thoughts.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. Just me being me.”

“Okayyy... Looks like it’s our turn.”

Chris led you to the loading by the passenger cars where you went to sit down on the right side. Chris quietly sat down next to you where the girl shut the latch. You took a deep breath as the ride started.

“You still with me?”

“Ask me when we’re at the top.”

You felt small butterflies as you’d reached the top. You couldn’t contain the giggles escaping your mouth as you took in the breathtaking view. It was a sight worth writing home about for sure. The view was great but taking a closer look at the sight next to you, was also pretty great to look at.

“So, have I lost you or...?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“I’m glad.”

“This wasn’t as bad as I remembered it- OMG, they have a swinging carousel! We have to go there next.”

Chris grinned at your child-like enthusiastic behavior. You cleared your throat as you heard yourself coming off as anything other than ladylike.

“I mean, can we please go there next? If you act like a gentleman, then I should perhaps try to act like a lady.”

“By all means go crazy, Y/N.”

“Good man.”

After the ride, you had quickly run off to the next ride, while Chris struggled to keep up with you.  You guys went on the swinging carousel right after and it happened so that you and Chris were often the biggest and in fact the oldest people on several of the rides. A part of you should’ve probably been more embarrassed but you were having such a wonderful time that you didn't give a damn. You and Chris had gone on several rides and each one was better than the previous. You honestly couldn't remember the last time that you’d had this much fun.

You went to the bumper cars where Chris was soon chased around by younger boys who’d discovered that Captain America was riding in a bumper car. Afterward they’d asked for a picture which Chris agreed to and nervously checked if you were okay with it. You shook your head and waited patiently while Chris took the last few pictures. You smiled when one very young boy quietly hugged Chris’ leg before running off with the rest of the group. The little boy briefly turned around and waved at Chris.

“Thank you, Mister ‘Mercia.”

You and Chris shared a soft smile at the action and he soon joined you.

“Sorry about that.”

“No, no. It’s fine. I’ll gladly take those boys over teenage girls and well ...women chasing you around.”

Chris nervously laughed but was thankful that you didn't mind it. Chris gestured for you guys to move out. The two of you walked in a comfortable silence before you turned to him.

“How is that by the way? Getting recognized by people and asked to do pictures and such. If you don’t mind me asking.”

“It’s fine. Uh, I guess it was kind of daunting in the beginning but I’m used to it by now I mean. The kids are great, truly, I love that they look up to someone like Captain America. That I can play a part that can change someone's life. I'm sorry if that sounds selfish and arrogant.”

You smiled and shook your head at him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say something arrogant before. But I think I understand what you mean. If I had a job like that, where I could be a part of something so big and mean something for so many people, I would love that.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and that’s the reason why I keep doing it.”

“But?”

“But sometimes I do think about doing something else than acting.”

“I think it’s normal to consider other things in that industry. To have a plan or something to fall back on. Not that I think you need it. I haven’t seen you in action or anything like that. I’ve seen clips of those Marvel movies.”

“And here I thought that you would’ve stalked me online and everything…anyway what did you think of the movies then?”

“I get the appeal. They do seem like great movies. My friends Emmett and Abby love them but mostly because of all the hot guys in it.”

“Hot guys? Huh, such as?”

“Well, the other Chris is like a wall and very nice looking. Abby loves him the most. He looks good shirtless you know. Then there’s Tom Hiddleston quite handsome too.”

“Wait, are those the only ones that you guys like?”

“Well, nooo...Henry Cavill is a real fine one too.”

You giggled when Chris gasped in an excessive manner.

“He ain't in the Marvel movies! He’s Superman which isn't Marvel.”

“That may be but he is hella fine.”

You wiggled your eyebrows at him and laughed at the ‘hurt’ face he made as he huffed out loud.

“Well, you’ve just revealed yourself to have absolutely no taste then.”

“Oh really?”

“Really.”

“You sure about that?”

“If you go for Cavill then yeah?”

“Huh… Bad taste in men then?”

“Apparently so, Y/N.”

“Interesting then.”

“What is?”

“I’m here with you now, aren't I?”

Chris’ mouth clamped shut like an oyster at that. His ears turned pink-ish at your snarky little comment.

“Well, maybe not entirely bad taste.”

You only laughed as the two of you continued walking close next to each bumping shoulders a few times. Yours bumped into his arm though, seeing you were inches shorter than him. During your exploring of the fair, conversations rolled easily and constantly off your tongue. Chris was so very easy and comfortable to talk with about everything and nothing. You also enjoyed each other's silence without it feeling weird or awkward at all which was so nice.

You and Chris would subconsciously hold hands every once in a while and it just happened so naturally that neither one of you gave it another thought. You liked it and it seemed like he did too. Or that’s what you hoped for.

After a while you’d been sure that you and Chris had tried almost all of the rides, you ventured on into what looked like an arcade hall. There weren't too many people around the hall probably because people wanted to get that last bit of sunlight. Chris walked ahead of you looking at all of the different kinds of games stationed around the place. He came to a stop by an Air Hockey table.

“How about a friendly game of air hockey? I’ll go easy on you.”

You rolled your eyes at him and went to stand on the opposite end of the table.

“Oh, such a gentleman.”

“You ready?”

You nodded your head and prepared yourself. Chris kept his word and went easy on you. Which you would’ve appreciated a lot more had you been terrible at the game. The puck went back and forth three times before you pounced and fired it into his goal.

“What the hell just happened?”

“Was that too fast for you?”

“Wait, what?”

You gave him a sly smirk as you rolled up your sleeves.

“I never said that I would go easy on you.”

“Ohh? That’s how it is.”

“Yup. Give it your best.”

The two of you yelled and shouted like maniacs as the game went on. You’d been winning each set and each time you’d done a little victory dance for yourself.

“Oh, you think that’s attractive? Real cute.”

“I know. I’ve been told I’m rather cute.”

Chris huffed at you and placed the puck on the table.

“Sudden death. Loser buys fries.”

“You’re on, Evans.”

The next game went back and forth. You were so amped up and so was Chris. He wasn’t backing down and neither were you. This was a fight to death. Your eyebrow quirked as an evil thought went through your head.

“You know it’s a good thing that you’re so invested in the game because otherwise you would’ve seen how my boob nearly fell right out.”

“Wha-”

Chris hadn’t even heard half of your sentence before he looked up at you with a puzzled face and you seized your chance. The puck went right in and you threw your hands in the air.

“YES, mother of everything good.”

Chris rubbed his face in embarrassment and chuckled as he looked down on the table.

“I think I’ve met my match. You’re even worse than me.”

“Ehh, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Alright then how about those fries?”

“Yes! You’ve just earned yourself some golden points.”

The two of you went back outside the arcade hall in the search of a food stand. As you finally found a stand, you both felt and heard your stomach growling meaning you were hungry for more than fries. You were about to excuse yourself when you heard Chris in the middle of ordering you some food.

“Hey, can I get two hotdogs with everything, and two curly fries, two cokes?”

Chris briefly checked with you if you had any objections which you didn’t. A few moments later, your food was done. You took the cokes even though Chris had protested wanting to be a gentleman and bring you the food. It was a nice gesture but you couldn't not help when he’d bought you the food to begin with. You found a free table where you sat down. Chris sat on the other side of the table.

You both began eating shortly after enjoying the food and the scenery around you.

“This is soo good.”

“Yup. It kinda goes with the whole thing.”

“I love me some curly fries. Even though I should hold back on them.”

“I’ll gladly buy you all the fries you want.”

“Oohh he scores another golden point.”

Chris softly smiled at you as you took a sip of your coke.

“How am I doing so far?”

“So far so good.”

Chris gave you a smile that could go for miles. It was also annoying how dashingly charming he could be without even trying to.

“I gotta say that you really surprised me by bringing me here. A nice thing.”

“Glad you like it.”

The conversation flowed naturally with Chris and when there was any silence it didn't feel awkward or weird. It was a comfortable silence. You enjoyed listening to Chris animatedly telling you about his job and life. It was clear that he was a passionate guy. You could listen all day to him. Sometimes he would blush when he felt like he’d been talking too much. You couldn't help but find it cute. You just leaned back in your seat and listened to him talk. After a while when you were both done with your food, Chris offered you his hand and you were off to see what else the Fair had to offer.

You moved onto some of the booth games, there were hundreds of them. First you’d gone and tried the bottle ring toss for old times. Each booth you went to, it turned into a competition with Chris. He was so determined about wanting to impress you but you were most of the time just as good as him or even better. Which felt less than good for his ego. You both played Balloon Darts, Knock the cans, and Feed the clown and many more. You saw how Chris almost looked ‘deflated’ by your continuing luck and fortune with the games. You couldn’t help but cringe a little bit inside over yourself.

“Well, this is slightly embarrassing now.”

“What, c’mon, Chris. It’s nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Yeah. Nothing that matters anyway.”

“Sureee...How is it possible that you’ve aced everything we’ve tried so far?”

“I don’t know.”

You could only shrug your shoulders as you looked down at your feet feeling less desirable and dorkier.

“So you’re just naturally good at everything then?”

“Well no, not everything.”

“Oh yeah? Mention one thing you’re bad at.”

You smirked at him and then looked around at the several stands nearby. Something caught your eye. You spotted a stand with a basket net where one would shoot hoops and win prizes. You grabbed Chris by the arm and dragged him along with you close by the booth.

“That. Right there.”

“For real?”

“Yeah. Imagine little ol’e me never having had a little stuffed animal.”

Chris puffed out his chest and straightened his back as he looked at the booth

“I guess we better do something about that.”

Chris gave you a small smile before walking over to the young guy behind the counter. The guy easily recognized Chris but tried playing it cool. Chris removed his sunglasses and pulled out the tickets.

“Hey man, can I get 5?”

“S-s-sure d-dude.”

You stood next to Chris and watched him tank the first 3 shots. You watched how he craned his neck and breathed in through his nose. You stifled a laugh when Chris missed the last 2 ones. Chris looked at you rather nervously.

“You good?”

“Yeah, just a little stiff… just need to have full access you know full range of motion.”

Chris then removed his jacket and before he could lay it elsewhere you stepped in and took it off his hands. You couldn’t help it as you obviously ogled him. His flannel shirt fit him like a glove. It wasn’t until now you saw his whole outfit. He was wearing a red and black flannel shirt and a white undershirt with some darkish jeans. Those jeans also hugged his form very well. You had to snap out of it as you were starting to feel all pervy. ‘Y/N, don’t be a dick nor dick-ish’, you could hear Abby and your friend Emmett’s voice in your head.

Chris bought some more balls. Another few minutes passed and the ball was close but not close enough. You could sense Chris starting to get frustrated and figured you may as well seize the moment.

“Hey, I’ll be right back. I’m going to powder my nose.”

“Okay. I’ll be here and keep on losing to the giant teddy-bear.”

“Chris. You got this. I believe in you.”

You could hear Chris huff out loud as you went to find a restroom. You heard Chris mumble something under his breath.

‘Damn right, I got this. Gotta win the girl her freaking teddy bear.’

You finally spotted a restroom and went and did your business. You checked your phone to see if Abby had written you. Before leaving, you briefly checked yourself in the mirror.

As you got back towards the stand you saw an odd exchange between the guy and Chris. You stilled as you saw Chris handing the guy what looked like a dollar bill but instead the guy grabbed a piece of paper, a pen and his phone. They took a selfie which left the guy rather happy looking and he handed over the biggest bear from the shelves. You smirked to yourself but still felt giddy inside over his obviously failed attempts to win it on his own but giddy over the lengths he would go to get you that bear. You sauntered back over to the stand where Chris lifted the bear up in the air victoriously. Chris felt his heart skip just a bit as he saw the grin on your face unaware of just how much you’d seen. You happily skipped over in front of him.

“Oh my… you got it? You won me a bear. No one’s ever done that for me.”

Chris offered you a sheepishly smile as he handed over the giant bear.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. He put up quite the fight but was no match in the end.”

You giggled as you watched him parade around in ‘false’ triumph. It was still cute no matter what. Chris put his jacket back on and let out a small cough.

“Oh really? I wished I could’ve seen that.”

Chris scratched the back of his neck and went to move around you.

“Where are you going?”

“Out… I gotta go and powder my nose.”

You could see the dazzling smile fall from his face once he realized what he’d said.

“Can I take that back?”

“Nope, too late.”

You smirked at him as he slowly turned around and muttered something to himself.

‘Powder my nose, Jesus. Why don’t you just tell her how much ya ass is sweating too, you dumb-ass’

You chuckled to yourself and turned around to face the booth. The guy still looked like he was star struck as he stared at the autograph which he quickly put away as you walked over. You figured you could kill some time before Chris got back. You reached down in your pocket and fished out some tickets.

“5 balls, please.”

The guy exchanged your tickets and handed you the basket containing the balls but not before uttering his opinion.

“Didn’t you just tell that guy that you sucked at this game?”

“Boy, you got long ears…- Didn’t you just hand off a prize in a way that your supervisor wouldn’t want to hear about?”

“Sorryyy.”

You just ‘mmm-hmm’-ed the crap out of him and placed your bear up on the counter. You scored right away as you aimed for the basket. While you were passing time, someone else had joined the party. Chris stopped dead in his tracks as he watched how you nailed every single shot.  

“Aha! A liar with a good arm it seems.”

You turned around flustered that he’d caught you red-handed. You only shrugged your shoulders as you picked up your bear.

“Ohhh, that? Pftt… Just lucky I guess.”

“Mhm, I think not. I’m wounded by the deceiving lies.”

You made a face at him causing him to crack a smile. Considering what you’d seen earlier it was clear that you weren’t the only one who was lying. You placed the bear back on the counter and firmly placed your hands on your hips as you stared into Chris’ blue eyes.

“Okay, okay, okay… So can you look me in the eye and tell me that you won my bear fair and square?”

Chris instantly looked like the kid who’d been caught with his hand down the cookie jar. Anything that resembled a ‘poker face’ instantly fell from his face.

“Well… okay, initially I was going for that BUT that bear wasn’t coming down on its own. So maybe I helped it down a bit yeah. I tried, Y/N. I mean, you saw me miss that shot way too many times and then when you’d said that you never won a stuffed toy, I just wanted to win it for you.”

You placed your hand on Chris’ chest as you leaned up and quickly placed a small and brief peck on his cheek leaving Chris speechless.

“What’s that for?”

“For this. No one’s ever gone to this much trouble to win me a bear.”

Chris blushed from the peck on the cheek and your words. Yes, the two of you had both lied but that didn’t seem to matter at all anymore. The two of you walked off, Chris offered to carry your bear for you like the smooth gentleman he turned out to be. You’d gone to sit down on a bench feeling the day seeping through you. You didn't want to be tired yet. If you were tired, Chris would no doubt take you home and you weren't ready to go home yet. Chris must’ve thought something like that too because he returned with two giant cotton candies. One pink and one blue.

“Pick your poison, my lady.”

“Uhh fancy. The lady wants a little bit of both.”

“Luckily, I was raised to share.”

You gave him a toothy smile as you took the pink one. You small talked while eating the delicious sugary candy while both getting quite sticky in the process.

“Wait a second, you got some on your cheek.”

You moved to wipe your face and then turned to look at Chris again.

“Did I get it?”

“Argh no, you just spread it further. Here let me-.”

You sat very still whilst Chris with careful and gentle hands touched your right cheek. His calloused fingers swiped across your cheek. You watched silently as Chris removed his hand and wiped it across his lips getting the cotton candy off his fingers. You watched how Chris’ eyes widened as he noticed his actions. He opened his mouth to apologize no doubt but you beat him to it.

“Always the gentleman. Thanks for not allowing me to prance around with that stuff on my face.”

“No problem.”

You hadn't even noticed how late it had gotten before you saw the dark skies above you. You finally looked around you and saw how lit up the funfair was. All of the lights from the rides mixed with the lighting from the booths made quite the impact on you. Christmas trees had nothing on this.

“Wow, this looks so pretty.”

“Yeah you do- Uh yeah, it’s great.”

Your cheeks felt hot after hearing Chris’ compliment which you pretended not to hear.

“I don’t even want to leave this place. It’s like magic here. There’s no drama or...gossipy chicks around any corner. There’s happiness all around here.”

“Well, then we better come up with an act if we’re to stay here.”

“Yes, the basket thing is out of question with well you know… your bad aim.”

Chris let out a dry crackle as he playfully shoved you but not too hard. You only grinned in return.

“Think you’re being cute again? Huh?”

“I know I’m cute.”

“You’re lucky that’s true. SO, an act. We can just have you perform some songs, you got a great voice and I’ll...I don't know.”

“You can be my backup dancer in your Captain America costume.”

You both burst out laughing at the mere idea. Chris was so easy to let loose with. You’d found out during the day how much you enjoyed his laugh. It was so very much contagious to be around. Hearing him laugh like that made you smile.

“Oh God, imagine that.”

“Imagine that.”

You’d been having the time of your life but you were only human which meant that the whole day of activity began to latch onto you. You tried fighting the yawn making its debut but it was too late. Chris had noticed you trying to hide your yawn. He chuckled at your attempt to hide it and then casually move on.

“I guess we better get you back home. We’ve got an hour long drive ahead of us.”

“What, no. I’m fine really.”

Another yawn escaped your mouth and you hid your face in your jacket.

“Y/N, it’s okay. We’ve had quite the day.”

Chris stood from his seat and offered you his hand. He managed to balance the giant bear in one hand or rather arm whilst keeping an arm around your waist. He didn’t want to overstep and had almost retracted his arm worried about offending you but your own hand stopped him before he could do something. He smiled to himself feeling you leaning into his side as you walked. Chris strapped your bear in the backseat and opened the car door for you again. The car ride home was less chatty, not that either of you minded. Truthfully you were both a little bit tired but the silence in the car was still comfortable. The music in the car mixed with the feeling of fatigue washing over you made your eyes droopy. Before you knew it, you’d fallen asleep. Chris saw how you’d fallen asleep some moments later and smiled for himself. Carefully while still keeping an eye on the road, Chris used his jacket to cover you so you wouldn’t get cold.

Gentle fingers woke you up. Chris brushed some loose strays of hair behind your ear as he whispered your name.

“Y/N, wake up…- We’re here.”

You stirred awake feeling embarrassed as you came to it. You’d fallen asleep in front of Chris. In his car on your way home. You lazily rubbed your eyes and tried to shake the sleep right off you. You let out a small groan as Chris chuckled beside you.

“I’m sorry. I’m not a fun car buddy...I can’t believe I fell asleep- Oh God, I didn’t snore or say something did I? Abby says that I sometimes talk or mumble in my sleep.”

“Oh, you didn’t snore that’s for sure. Although you did say that Cavill isn’t as hot as that guy who plays Captain America.”

“You sure that I said that?”

“Oh, yeah. No doubt.”

You let out a small throaty laugh as you quietly removed Chris’ jacket from your body and handed it back to him.

“Thanks for that.”

“No problem. You go on ahead. I’ll get your bear.”

You got out of the car and went up to the door of your apartment building. Chris carried your gigantic teddy bear while you were holding onto your small heart shaped pillow that Chris got you as you’d been leaving the fair from one of those claw machines. As you fished out your key, Chris walked up with your bear and placed it on the ground next to you.

“You got all of your stuffed animals?”

“Yup. I think that’s about it.”

“So, I had an amazing time today-…”

“So, I wanted to thank you for a wonderful time-…”

You spoke simultaneously. You both chuckled at this as you looked down a bit.

“I got to say that you went all out today. I mean, how are we ever going to be able to top this day? The next date is going to seem so… bland next to this one.”

Chris smiled widely hearing you mentioning ‘the next date’.

“What?”

“You said our next date.”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I did have a really good time and it seemed like you did too so maybe it was bold of me to assume that there would be a next date but if you aren’t-…”

“No! no, no. Uhh... I also had a great time, so of course I wouldn’t be opposed to going on another date with you.”

Your cheeks felt warm as he flashed you a warm smile. Silence fell over the two of you as you looked at one another. Your breathing picked up as Chris leaned in. Just as he was centimeters from your face you took a deep breath before gently speaking up.

“I don’t kiss on the first date.”

Chris chuckled as he stayed in the same spot.

“Well, technically this isn’t our first date.”

“Oh right, since we made a deal to strike out our first real date you mean?”

“Yes and no…It’s after 12, so technically it’s a brand new day meaning it’s the second date (well actually the third), sooo…”

You smirked at him hearing his arguments and justified reasons.

“So, based on technicalities, you just assume that we’re going to kiss?”

“I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

Again he flashed you an all dimpled-smile your way. You remained frozen in your spot and waited for Chris’ move. You stood very close and you could smell his scent and breath on your face. He smelled of cotton candy, hotdogs and popcorn. Slowly you felt the absence of his closeness and you opened your eyes when you felt your hand being grabbed. Chris had taken a step backwards and brought your hand up to his lips where he placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

“Miss Y/L/N, thanks for an amazing time today. I hope to hear from you soon for that next date.”

You watched in amazement as Chris gave you a small bow and turned to walk back to his car. You let out a small gasp of the air you’d been holding in.

“Hey!”

Chris turned around to face you.

“Are you just going to leave now?...I mean…- You’re not even going to try to kiss me?”

Chris’ face lit up a bit and you could’ve sworn you saw a smug smirk form on his face. Chris took three long strides before he stood right back in front of you. He leaned in once again and you found yourself closing your eyes again waiting and anticipating what were to come. You felt his face come closer to yours. His beard softly tickled you. Just as your lips were about to touch, he moved his lips to your cheek where he pressed a very soft and delicate kiss. You couldn’t contain the small gasp that left your lips as realization hit you.

“Sleep tight, Y/N.”

Your eyes soon found two blue intense one staring at you before he turned around and walked back to his car. You let out a small huff in annoyance as you watched the handsome man walk off wishing he’d kissed you.

“Well, you’re certainly something else!”

“Right back at ya.”

“So you’re really just leaving, now?”

“Yup. Think about how big the anticipation will be now.”

“It better be good then, Christopher.”

“It will be, Y/N. I know it.”

Before getting into his car, Chris waved at you and drove off. You stood back feeling dumbstruck but in the best ways. You were already looking forward to your next date with Chris.

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After All These Years - Leo Valdez x Reader

Requests: None

Notes: For my first fanfiction I knew I had to do something for my favorite character in the world, Leo Valdez!

Summary: Years ago when you ran away from your dysfunctional family, you met Leo Valdez and quickly fell in love. But, it was not to be. You were torn apart from each other and theres a part of you that never recovered. Years later you live at Camp Half-Blood, being best friends with the legendary Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. When Percy goes missing the hole Leo left only grows, and when 3 mysterious demigods appear you are suspicious. But then you see Leo. 

Warnings:  Mental Abuse, Swearing, Angst,Depression, Dysfunctional Families, and tons of Fluff.

       Your boots hit the leaf ridden ground silently. Your heart pounding through your chest as you reposition your back pack on your shoulders. You take one last look at your old beaten down and paint chipped house before directing your attention to the path ahead of you. It was pitch black outside, save for the porch light leaking into the darkness beyond. You didn’t know what kind of creatures dwelled in the forest in front of you, but at this point it didn’t matter. After so many years of almost unbearable mental abuse from your (mortal parent), you were finally running away. The only destination in your mind was away. Away from this house of horrors. Away into the great beyond. It was edging into late fall now so you made sure to wear a coat, and pack a few spares too, along with rations, money, and water. You had to refrain from swiping your (mortal parents)’s credit card too, as those cards can be easily tracked. If theres one thing you didn’t want, it would be to come back to this house. 

You take one last deep breath, sucking in the cold night air, before suddenly sprinting away into the woods. Your feet crunch down on the dead leaves as you run. The farther away from the house you get the better you feel, so you speed up, darting through the trees in the dark. A soft laugh escapes your lips. It’s a sound you haven't heard yourself make in years, but the feeling is exhilarating. You laugh again, this time louder. The laughter fills your veins with pure bliss. It’s the happiest you’ve ever been. 

At least, until your boot snags on a tree root, sending you flying forward into the darkness. You put your hands in front of your face, bracing yourself for impact. You hit the ground hard, skidding through the fallen leaves. Then suddenly the ground isn’t there anymore. Your arms fly out and grab a root, sticking out of the cold earth. You look around and realize you're hanging out over a sinkhole. A strangled cry rips through your lungs as you see how deep it goes. The sensible thing to do is calm down and climb out, but your limbs are numb from the cold and the terror. Tears well up in your eyes as your life flashes before you. Your (mortal parent) always blamed you for your (godly parent) leaving, and made it known to the world. You never had a normal life, or a good one for that matter.

 Your hand starts slipping on the root but you're too distracted to notice. Then your cold fingers finally slip off of the root, but before you can fall you feel a warm hand wrap around your wrist. They pull you up and over the ledge of the sinkhole. You immediately stand up and stumble away from the edge, ensuring your safety. Then your eyes drift over to your savior, who’s holding a battery powered lantern that lights up the surrounding area. It’s a Latino boy your age, wearing a grease smeared army jacket. He has wild unruly black curly hair, pointed ears, warm brown eyes, and a mischievous grin creeping up onto his face.  

“That would have been quite the fall, huh?” He says.

“Yeah, I saw my life flash before my eyes.” You say, jokingly making a grimace. 

He chuckles and you smile at his reaction. You had always hid your pain behind humor, and it was an excellent strategy. It was also a plus to make others laugh when you could never yourself. 

“That bad? I can relate, that’s why I’m running away for the…” He trails off, silently counting before saying, “Third time, I think? I’m pretty much an expert by now. Now, what is a cutie like you doing out here?”

You blush slightly and reply with, “Same as you, running away. Except this is my first time.”

“Well…” He says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Since this is your first time and all, how about we stick together? I could show you the ropes.”

You think about it for a moment. Although, what is there to really think about? He seems trustworthy, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s incredibly handsome. “You know what? Let’s do it.”

His eyes widen, “W-woah, really? I didn’t really expect you to say yes.” Then his face splits into a giant grin, “My names Leo Valdez, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N) (L/N).”

“Well, let me lead you to my campsite, mi princesa.” At that he takes your hand and starts to lead you through the dark forest. 

***

It had been a few weeks since you had met Leo Valdez, and those weeks had been the best weeks of your life. You had become best friends with him fairly quickly. He was just so funny, cute, and selfless. He had opened up to you about his past and his mother and in turn you opened up to him about your past. At this point he knew more about you than even your (mortal parent). You had to admit, you were falling in love with him. 

You were planning on telling him tonight, huddling around your nightly campfire. Your thoughts were interrupted by Leo finally getting the fire started and sitting next to you on the ground. You lean your head on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around you. The days were progressively getting colder and you two needed to keep warm so cuddling turned into a habit.  

“Hey, Leo?” You ask timidly.

“Yeah, mi princesa?” He responds. 

Leo had started using that name for you constantly. You secretly liked it, but every time he called you that you would simply say ‘stuff it, Valdez’. It was like a inside joke, and you loved it. You’ve never had a relationship like that with someone.

“I-I think I love you.” You say, deciding not to beat around the bush.

He immediately grabs your shoulders and spins you around to look at him. “(Y/N) please tell me this is one of your stupid ass jokes.” 

You scoff, “My jokes are better than yours, asshole.”

“So this really isn’t a joke?” He whispers.

You smile softly, “Not a joke.”

“I love you too.” He says.

He starts to lean down but freezes when sirens start. A group of policemen run into the clearing and yell, “There they are! It’s the runaways!” Before you can even get up off of the ground they pull you and Leo by your arms, leading you to separate squad cars. Your eyes widen as you yell, “Leo!”

Leo struggles against the policeman, but to no avail. “(Y/N)! I’ll find you! Don’t worry, I’ll got to the ends of the earth to fi-” He’s cut off when he’s thrown into he back of a police car. 

“Leo!” You yell again before your thrown into a police car yourself.

Years Later

You sit alone under a tree in Camp Half-Blood, mulling over your thoughts and memories as you stare off into space. You weren’t a fan of being left alone with your thoughts, but your best friend Percy was missing and Annabeth was out looking for him, leaving you by yourself. Your thoughts immediately wander back to Leo, making tears well up in your eyes. Leo still hasn’t found you and you haven't found him, and it was eating you up from the inside out. To this day you haven't had a bond with anyone like you had one with Leo. Sure, you helped save the world with Percy and Annabeth but it wasn't the same.

  After you were pulled apart from Leo, you where sent back to your (mortal parent) and the mental abuse only got worse. It wasn’t until a satyr told you that you were a demigod and took you to Camp Half-Blood that you were finally safe. But as the years went by you developed depression, missing Leo with everything you had. You only occasionally smiled at Percy being an idiot, but that was it. These past few months you've barely talked to anyone though. If missing Leo wasn’t enough, now Percy is missing and Annabeth is hysterical. You could barely keep on going. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of screaming. Your head snaps up as you see a chariot sailing through the sky. No, not sailing...falling. Your eyes widen as you realize it’s Annabeth’s chariot. You jump to your feet as you see it crash into the pond. You immediately sprint down to the crash site where others had already gathered.  

Annabeth is standing there soaking wet and looking frustrated while 3 other figures climb out of the pond. You slow down as you watch each of them emerge from the water. First is a girl, with feathers braided into her hair. Next is a boy with blonde hair that honestly looks...really bland. Your heart stops as you see the next person climb out.  It’s a Latino boy your age, wearing a grease smeared army jacket. He has wild unruly black curly hair, pointed ears and warm brown eyes. It’s Leo. Your Leo.

You audibly gasp, making heads turn to look at you. “Leo?!”

Leo scans the crowd, looking a little confused until his eyes land on you. His eyes widen, “(Y/N)?!”

Then you both simultaneously sprint towards each other, knocking over anyone in your way. Leo slows down as he draws closer but you speed up, slamming into him and knocking him over on to the grass. You start sobbing as you look into Leo’s eyes, which tears are welling up in too. 

“I can’t believe it’s you...” Leo whispers.

“I can’t believe it’s you either...Leo, I’ve missed you so much!” You say. Seeing Leo made it feel like a giant burden was lifted of off your shoulders. Seeing him made you feel complete. 

“I looked for you,” He says. “I ran away again and tried to find you but I couldn’t. (Y/N), I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. We’re together again that’s all that matters.” You say, smiling softly. 

He stares at you lovingly, his eyes drifting down to your lips. Then he kisses you. The feeling was something you’ve never experienced but it felt so right. You kiss back eagerly, running your hands through his curly hair. A series of Awwws sound throughout the camp. You pull back and smile. Leo is blushing like mad but smiles back. 

“Wait, this is the Leo?” Annabeth asks. 

You had told Annabeth all about Leo, but now you were regretting it. A bright red blush creeps up onto your face. 

“He’s kinda scrawny.” She comments.

You and Leo look at each other. A smirk appears on your face. “She’s gotta point there Valdez.”

A mischievous grin appears on his face. “At least I don’t tell stupid ass jokes, mi princesa.”

[vickyskpopkingdom]

ATEEZ - From The Wonderland pt.2

i present to you part 2 of my story based on ATEEZ performance on Kingdom: Legendary War.

you can check out all performances on youtube! (mnet even has a playlist for everything kingdom related on their channel) but of course you should enjoy this story first ;)

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

warnings: fighting, mention of weapons

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And with this they started walking deeper into the forest. They were kind of speed-walking and Yeosang did his best to keep up with his friends but he could feel their looks on him from time to time as if they were constantly checking in on him. While he appreciated their concern it also made him feel angry, frustrated and helpless. He was fine. He had told them that. Right now his small injury shouldn't be the priority. Finding Wooyung and Hongjoong was much more important than his hurt foot.

Yeosang feared however that if he was to say something it might make Seonghwa feel even more irritated than he already was. With Hongjoong leaving for Wooyoung Seonghwa was the one in command right now. He was always good at keeping them all at bay when they were getting too hot-headed again but strategy was not his strong suit. And besides after all these years Yeosang had noticed that Seonghwa always felt responsible if something happened to one of them. He suppressed a heavy sigh.

If only he didn't get injured by these stupid skeletons! They would have been way faster now. There could be happening god knows what to his friends while he was handicapped.

"Maybe I should-", Yeosang began to say but he was quickly shut down by Yunho heavily shaking his head.

"Don't even think about it, Yeosang. We are going to stay together."

"But you would be faster if-"

This time it was Seonghwa who shut Yeosang's argument down: "Besides the fact that we would never leave you behind, I think we arrived at their hideout already."

Following the direction in which Seonghwa's finger pointed the others could see how the forest suddenly cleared onto a glade, creating the seemingly only brightly lit spot on the whole island. But their path wouldn't end on this nice place. Instead Yeosang caught sight of the giant mountain towering over them. It's insides hidden by darkness but easily accessible through the mouth of a cave, opening up right in front of them.

"How did we not see this huge ass mountain from the ship?", Jongho questioned.

"No clue", San answered, equally as surprised as the rest of them, "but on the other hand shouldn't we expect stuff like this after getting attacked by a bunch of literal skeletons?"

"Touché."

Seonghwa was the first to start walking into the depths of the cave but the others followed behind him quickly. Inside of the cave they felt even more weighed down by the darkness. Whereas the trees in the forest gave them somewhat of a secure feeling as there were some color variations the cold stone walls of the cave gave no such feeling. Instead everything felt lifeless, alone and abandoned.

"Be careful of where you are stepping", Seonghwa reminded them, "We can't know for sure if those skeletons are smart enough to think of traps."

But a few minutes of walking later they realized that potential traps were not their biggest problem. The path they had been following ended at a fork in the road. One part of the way lead to the left direction the other to the right.

"Well, shit", Yunho commented, rightfully so. There was no trace, no clue around that could help them figure put which way had been used by skeletons and subsequently Wooyoung and Hongjoong. Seonghwa started to chew on his bottom lip as he tried to think of a plan, while San just stared into the dark paths ahead of them as if his gaze alone could figure out where his friends were. Yeosang was thinking hard as well. They had to make a decision and they had to make it fast. They already had lost enough time back in the forest because of their enemies, San's and Seonghwa's bickering as well as his stupid injury.

"Its time to split up, guys", he suggested.

"Yeosang, we-", whatever Seonghwa had been wanting to say was cut short by the same screeching sound they had heard earlier. This time however it sounded like it was much closer to them. And it clearly resonated through the left side of the tunnel.

"At least we now know where the Kraken is and which tunnel we should not take", Jongho said with a grave voice. None of them wanted to meet the monster but if the rumor they had heard before was true, it was the final boss to fight to get to the treasure.

"Maybe the Kraken-Thing and the skeletons from earlier are working together?", Yunho asked, "Just because that thing is left doesn't mean Wooyoung and Hongjoong are right."

This time Yeosang couldn't suppress his sigh. Maybe the thought of a treasure like the 'Symphony' had lulled their minds. Or maybe their recent victories had led them to believe that they were invincible which clearly they weren't. Whatever it had been that convinced them that they were ready for this island, it was not true. By now he really wished they would have stayed home.

"Fine, let's split up", Seonghwa finally said.

All eyes landed on him. Yeosang nodded in agreement, while San's eyes widened in shock at this suggestion. "Are you sure? I don't think that's a good idea..."

Seonghwa scoffed. "Coming from someone who wanted to run off into the woods all by himself?"

His gaze turned soft however as he took in the sight of his crewmates. No matter what dumb things they may do he would always want to protect them and he could never stay mad at them. They may get on his nerves but he would do everything in his power to make sure that they all were able to come back to the ship.

"Yeosang was right to suggest it", Seonghwa started to explain, "We can cover the grounds here way faster if we move in groups. I'm not exactly happy about it either but all of you are strong enough to fight on your own as well as together."

If the situation would have been a different one the younger ones would have started teasing Seonghwa for his sappy confession but right now they only smiled. Alongside Hongjoong Seonghwa had been the one to teach them how to fight, how to use their surroundings to their advantage and if he said that they would be fine on their own they believed him.

"Since currently only Yunho and I have weapons we're going to lead the two groups. San and Jongho you go to the right with Yunho. Yeosang you come with me to meet the Kraken."

Yeosang nodded. Seonghwa wanted them to go together because he was inured. Because he was basically useless right now and would be only a burden to Yunho, San and Jongho, who were all pretty fast and strong. Of course he understood this however he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed.

"I'm going to need someone with your level of wit to fight a literal monster", Seonghwa suddenly said, breaking Yeosang's train of thought, "I have the weapon, you have the brain."

"Whatever", Yeosang answered, turning his head away form his friends in an attempt to hide the small blush creeping onto his cheeks from this compliment. He failed miserably at this, making his crewmates let out small chuckles.

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If he were to be honest with himself Seonghwa would admit that his mind was anywhere but the potential meeting with the Kraken right now. He had been the one to make the decision on splitting up so if anything was to happen to the other three currently walking through the other tunnel Seonghwa could never forgive himself. But on the other hand he was equally as worried about the whereabouts of Wooyoung and Hongjoong. So far there had been no sign of anything living or dead in their side of the tunnel. The Kraken didn't make another sound. Seonghwa was nervous.

He only got pulled back into reality as Yeosang forcefully grabbed his arm and held him back. "I can hear footsteps that are not ours", the younger one informed him.

How did he not notice that himself? The tunnel had been quiet at their first entrance but after they continued on their way now Seonghwa noticed the weird echo coming from further inside the tunnel as well. Yeosang had been right, those were not the sounds their own steps made.

The two of them shot a quick glance in each others direction before picking up their walking speed. Whatever laid waiting in front of them seemed to be unaware of their presence yet. It was their chance to attack from behind. Maybe they were even coming into contact with the group of skeletons that had kidnapped Wooyoung.

They turned their last corner and were greeted by a huge dome inside of the mountain. Here the dark stone walls were lit up by torches, their light reflecting in a large pool of water at the back end of the dome. This time Yeosang didn't have to grab Seonghwa's arm to get his attention. They both had seen the exact same thing at the exact same time: Wooyoung.

Their friend had been forcefully dragged into the middle of the dome and pushed on the cold, hard floor where he now sat on his knees, his head hanging low. The skeletons surrounded him, sometimes lightly pushing him, grabbing at him from time to time as if they were making sure he was still alive. Both Yeosang and Seonghwa were almost unable to bear the sight of their friend like this. If there was one person they had never seen so devastated it was Wooyoung.

"I can't see Hongjoong anywhere", Seomghwa noticed as he looked around a little more.

"He's probably hiding somewhere and waits for the right moment", Yeosang answered, considering the possibilities they had.

"Then should we give him an opening?"

Yeosang looked over to Seonghwa who grinned at him.  "And how would we do that?"

"Just a little distraction by fighting these skeletons."

Seonghwa turned to look at Yeosang completely, still smiling but worry showing in his eyes. "Only if you are able to of course."

Yeosang couldn't help but to scoff. "I'm fine we can--"

For the third time today their conversation was cut short by the Kraken screaming with his terrifying voice. This time however the sound was even more close. Seonghwa could feel goosebumps crawling up his spine all the way to his neck. It felt as if even the hair on his head was standing up as a reaction. They could see how Wooyoung froze completely as well. What gained their attention though was how the skeletons let go of their friend and faced the water on the other end. The only thing moving was the fire of the torches as the surface of the water started to ripple.

"No way...", Yeosang whispered as a giant tentacle made its way through the water, followed by another then another. Just as those three laid down on the stone floor, seemingly gripping at the edges of the pool a giant kraken-head followed. Two huge eyes scanned the area as water dripped down from the round, red colored head back into the pool. Another screech resonated through the dome. The skeletons started moving again, now dragging Wooyoung towards the monster that just had surfaced from the deep waters.

There was no time to talk about strategy anymore but Yeosang and Seonghwa moved as if they had a fully laid out plan. Their sudden movement attracted the attention of quite a few skeletons standing close to Wooyoung. Immediately they were running towards the two intruders, ready to pick up the fight where they had previously left it off back in the forest. What they didn't expect however was the sheer grimness the two pirates now felt as their friend was in immediate danger. In their first fight Seonghwa and Yeosang had been caught off-guard by their unusual enemies, this time they were ready. And they were angry.

"You said you were fine?", Seonghwa pressed out between breaking bones.

"And i still am"; Yeosang shot back, breathing a little more heavy than before.

Seonghwa's arm snaked around his waist. For a split second Yeosang was surprised by this sudden action but he figured out what Seonghwa wanted to do in no time. With a few steps of start-up Yeosang pushed himself off of the ground and kicked four skeleton-heads off of their respective bodies, sending them flying as his friend supported him by lifting him up a little more. This entrance finally distracted even more skeletons and made them stop dragging Wooyoung.

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sorry about those weird endings lmao i suck at making different parts.

as i said last time: mingi is not included because he wasn't part of the performance and i think it's too hard to write another character into the storyline.

check out kingdom & then come back for part 3 of this story <3

[paperbagpetrichor]

Hey! Is it okay for me to request Headcanons for jotaro, Giorno, and Joseph reacting to having an s/o who’s very clumsy in everyday life but when it comes to fighting she can take down groups of people twice her size and height ?

[  I hope it’s okay that I just did Joseph and Jotaro!  I’m not far enough in to be confident in writing for p5 quite yet, my apologies, but I hope you enjoy these two!  ]

J o s e p h ;;

At first he didn’t think much of you, other than that you were a hell of a cutie.  Petite, almost always fumbling, both physically and around your words, a pink blush constantly tinting your cheeks, he initially believed you were shy and nervous in nature, and, to some degree, you were.  Perhaps it was the fact that he didn’t think he’d see much of you throughout his journey, but he didn’t pay you much attention.  Whenever he saw someone being a bit of a klutz, or tripping over their own words, nevertheless, his mind would always flash back to you, the girl who seemingly popped out of the background sheerly because of her awkwardness.

It quickly became clear that you weren’t going anywhere.  As it turned out, you were one of Lisa Lisa’s most prized students, excelling in Hamon.  Joseph thought himself insane the first time he and Caesar ran into you.  That same small girl, bumbling about like a lost puppy, was a Hamon master?  It was almost laughable.  In fact, when Lisa Lisa introduced (or rather re-introduced) the two of you, he couldn’t help but let a laugh escape.  “[Y/n]?  [Y/n] [l/n]?  That name must be common, then,” he’d chuckled, rolling his eyes, only for his trainer to cast him a stern glance as you emerged behind her, nearly tripping on the brick flooring.  His jaw practically hit the ground.

Even during training he couldn’t believe it.  Somehow, you - clumsy, small, innocent, and somewhat of a mess at times - were ahead of him.  He clung to whatever little logic he could muster.  After all, he hadn’t seen you use Hamon, so perhaps you were simply some relative of Lisa Lisa’s, visiting, exempt from practice because you genuinely didn’t know the first thing about anything, Lisa Lisa simply letting you live your dream.  You were adorable, of course, but something like jealousy and uncertainty held Joseph back, generally avoiding you.

Only after your first sparring session did he realize how wrong he’d been.  “I’ll go easy on you, love,” he’d reassured as the two of you set yourselves into position, only eliciting a small snort from you and a “you don’t need to” under your breath.  The moment he plunged into battle you were able to pinpoint his moves fairly quickly, although, to be fair, after watching him train, you’d grown rather accustomed to his typical moves.  You easily avoided jabs and kicks, dodging clacker balls with ease, allowing a few well-placed Hamon-filled punches and swift feints followed up by some powerful roundhouses left him breathless on his back in what felt like an instant.  Through his panting, holding his head, he saw you step over him, for the first time looking and truly feeling like a giant, worthy of all the praise Lisa Lisa had given you.  “You don’t need to go easy on me,” you informed with a good-natured smile, reaching out to help him back to his feet.  Before he gathered the strength to take your hand, he still had to process it all, bewildered at the transformation from a girl who could hardly stand to one who could beat him almost instantaneously.  “…No shit.”

From then on the three of you, Joseph, Caesar, and yourself, continued on the journey to defeat the Pillar Men.  Although he’d seen your skills, Joseph still saw you as a flower, just barely in bloom and in need of protection.  He couldn’t forgive himself if something happened to you.  Not that he was particularly planning on you falling prey to enemy traps, but even after proving yourself in battle, he still continued to see the you he’d first met pretty much anywhere outside of battle.  Thus, he couldn’t believe when you agreed to help him on his quest.  He tried to talk you out of it.  But, although your words were stuttered and repeated, you were committed, and nothing he could do would stop you.  Eventually he found himself letting his fears go.  Instead, he took to teasing you, pondering aloud how the pretty mess that was you could kick ass in battle.

Your first fights against the Pillar Men only continued to further his amazement.  What took Joseph minutes took you seconds, and even as time progressed and he learned new techniques, you always seemed to be just ahead of him.  Something about the sight of you taking on ancient super-human godlike beings, easily twice your size both in terms of height and muscle, always managed to astonish him.  Although he continued to tease you, he genuinely did admire you.  His affection built but he hid it beneath playful words.  “You don’t mess about, do you?” he’d joke after a battle, when the both of you were finally able to catch a break.  You would smile and shake your head.  “Not in a fight, at least.”  A giggle would follow, and he’d run a hand through your hair.  You were absolutely precious.

After Caesar’s death, the two of you only grew closer, you left wordless at the loss of your friend while Joseph was tormented equally in yells and cries out for his lost partner.  You both tried to help one another get through it, and although evidently your fighting - both of yours - was impacted poorly initially, the two of you quickly learned to read one another to step in should the other need a moment.  In the end your grief only made both of you stronger and more determined to end it all.  “You absolutely confuse me, you know,” he’d admit with a lazy smile when it was just the two of you alone.  You would look at him with innocent eyes and inquire, “Is that a bad thing?”  “Not at all.”  He paused, and suddenly planted a kiss on your cheek.  “In fact, I think that’s why I love you.”

J o t a r o ;;

The instant he heard his klutz of a classmate had a stand, he felt like the world had been flipped on its side.  How were people like him and people like you even remotely similar?  You were practically half his height, almost always stumbling in the hallways, tripping over your own feet and stringing your words together as gracefully as tangled Christmas lights in mid-July.  Quite frankly he thought you were perhaps one of the weakest people he’d ever known.  Your antics were precisely the opposite of his, and he couldn’t care less.

He gave a heavy sigh and tipped his hat down to hide the dissatisfaction that twisted his face when you were recruited to fight Dio.  All you were going to be was dead weight; someone whose constant mistakes would not only drag the group down but possibly risk all of their lives, undoubtedly forcing the more compassionate Crusaders to help you rather than finish up battle.  He, his grandfather, Kakyoin, and Avdol were well-trained.  And up against an immortal being.  And then…there was you.  You could hardly make it up the stairs without your foot catching one of the ledges, and for some godforsaken reason, the others had made the extremely bright decision to take you to fight a person equivalent to a god of sorts.

The first time you were truly able to shine was in the fight against Polnareff.  As most of your group fell into defense, in unfamiliar territory against a powerful man with an equally powerful stand, not to mention a minion of Dio, it was only Jotaro and, surprisingly enough, you, who took to offense.  Before anyone could so much as get a hit in, you were lunging at him, deftly avoiding his quick movements and flashing about at an unprecedented pace, setting elaborate ruses to catch him off guard and swiftly landing the first blows within seconds, showing no intention of stopping as you continued to watch for his movements and make your moves.  After a moment of shock, Jotaro joined you, and even though it was you who ultimately took him down, he still couldn’t believe his eyes.  Perhaps it had just been a stroke of luck.  That had to be it.

You became fast friends with the other members of your team, especially Kakyoin, but Jotaro, given his reserved nature, atop his doubt at your abilities, remained rather cold to you.  It took a good few battles for him to realize that this wasn’t the work of some lucky streak.  Somehow, that same clumsy schoolgirl that he’d found a hindrance was now a warrior on the front lines, tackling enemy after enemy, always managing to find weak points and strike viciously, rivaling, if not surpassing, his own ability.  Eventually an odd sort of respect bloomed in his chest for you.  It rose with every moment in battle, but wavered every moment outside it.  Nonetheless, he figured he should at least stop isolating himself from you, especially as the two of you often wound up working together to take down an enemy.  Your nature was still off-putting for him, but he found you to be a very sweet girl, strong not only in battle but also in mind, even if lacking in other departments.  The two of you began coordinating your abilities for the best outcomes possible, and, in doing so, found affection to one another.

Although he’d never admit it, he was falling hard for you, both the silly klutz and the talented fighter all in one.  He noticed you seemed to feel the same.  Often the two of you spent your free time together, even if it was in silence, partially because of Jotaro’s stoic personality and your quietness so as to prevent you from fumbling your words and appearing stupid.  But as time passed, the two of you opened up to one another (at least, as much as could be expected).  His seriousness played off well with your innocence, and although he’d always find himself giving his signature yare yare daze every time you wound up messing something up, he learned to appreciate it as a part of you.  

After the primary bridge of your friendship - Kakyoin - was hospitalized, he grew frustratingly concerned for you, and you for him.  He seemed much more protective of you, strangely so, not just to you but to everyone, and although you would always assure him you’d be fine a sense of duty to keep you safe would still cloud his mind, only to slowly dissipate as you proved your skills over and over, countless times in countless battles.

“I - um, I probably annoy you a lot,” you confessed one day, after defeating an enemy stand and having a rare moment of peace in a small town, browsing the scenery, just you and Jotaro, your cheeks flushing as you continued, “s-so thanks for putting up with me.”  A nervous giggle escaped you, the redness tinting your face only growing in saturation as you prepared yourself for your next words, continuing slowly, voice wavering despite your best attempts to remain calm, “And I’ve never really…done this before, but I’ve never really felt like this before, and so what I’m trying to say - what I mean is - I think I love you.”  You closed your eyes tight, unwilling to see the expression on his face, only for a ruffling of clothing and a small grunt of acknowledgement to cause you to peek.  Jotaro had pulled his hat down over his face, put you could see a small shade of pink rising on his cheeks, mumbling a small all-too-familiar phrase.  Your heart was beating a million miles a minute - surely he’d reject you.  But instead, you found yourself with his hand on your shoulder, holding you firmly as though unwilling to let go.  “Then do me a favor, and stop tripping over yourself.”  It wasn’t a yes, but as he brushed a few stray strands of your hair back into place, you grinned like an idiot.  It was just as good as a yes, in your eyes.

The first time Jotaro ever said the words ‘I love you’ weren’t to his mother, or father, or any of his family or friends.  They were to the only one he truly, genuinely loved, with every inch of his body and mind and heart, who made his heart race and brain cloud and who he couldn’t start to imagine his life without then: you.  It was right before the battle with Dio when he pulled you aside, and, without any buildup, simply spoke the words with passion.  Before you even had the time to process them he was kissing you, holding you closer than ever before, and in his embrace the two of you formed a pact: no matter what, you were both going to make it through this, and when you were done, and the past was simply that, the past, you would begin your bright future, together.

[youralternantpersonality]

Wallflower

Embry x Reader: Wallflower

Anon request: Hey! so I just wanted to do a request. [Paul: He finds reader lost and cold in the forest.] and (if you can) [Embry: Reader was part of Victoria’s army and he imprints with her while they're fighting.] Thanks! I just love your stories.

Warning: Bree was unjustly killed, and I hate S. Meyer for it. The ending is kind of shitty sorry. Also, I feel like it is necessary that I post in hopes that it takes other's minds off of everything that is going on. I know it doesn't do too much, but I hope it helps and does enough.

Paul’s request can be found here

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Y/n POV

I watch everyone in the corner of the room going batshit crazy with hunger. We are cramped up in a warehouse somewhere deep in the southeast side of the docs in Seattle. I was one of the first few victims of Victoria and Riley. I knew what they were up to, and I knew she is playing Riley like a play-toy because I had been watching Victoria closely. Every day, it's someone new, and every day that someone new may end up dying because she starves them until they all go crazy.

Except for me, and that terrifies her.

I have always been the invisible one—the wallflower of every group of friends I had. I was also a runner and observant of everything and everyone. Cautious of everything and everyone. The second I got an inkling that shit was going south, I was gone. It explains my surveillance ability; to see tactical and strategic plans and details of someone and my surroundings. For example, Victoria, she has one goal in mind but changes her pathways every time. Her issue is that she only plans out two different options without thinking of another one. And that’s where she downfalls at. Because the worst thing to do is to be a step behind an obvious move. I know she has warned Riley of me. Both are unknown to what I can do. If I’m honest, if I liked the bitch, I would help her plan on taking down the Cullen.

Plus, if I liked her, I’d also warn her that we are actively watched. I look over to the left side of the roofless room to see four figures with bright red eyes—Three guys and one girl. They’ve came by almost every night for the past 2 weeks, and Victoria and Riley haven’t noticed a thing. And as usual, I make direct eye contact with them, nod my head a hello, and turn back to the room of bastards I’m stuck with. I know how this is going to end for everyone, including me. Death. Without a second thought. And Victoria and Riley, especially Riley, included in that equation. And by the looks of those four, I already know that there’s not a chance in hell I would survive if I was to go out hunting now. They’d kill me in a heartbeat.

I looked over to see the only two people I like in this room of chaos—a small petite girl named Bree and a guy around her age named Louis. Bree was no older than 14, and Louis was 15. It’s sad to see young lives lost and gone for good, thanks to a selfish bitch and her puppy. The second Victoria and Riley brought them in, I took care of them. They’re the youngest of everyone, and I reassured Riley to not go after younger kids if he wants to live another day. He took my threat heavily and never bit another kid under 17.

“Enough!” Macho man Riley screamed. I rolled my eyes and listened anyway. “We leave in an hour. Remember, when you see them, demolish them! They will kill you before you kill them.”

“Oh please,” Sabastian said, flexing his muscles, “They wish they can take me down.”

“With that attitude, you’ll be down in five, maybe ten minutes tops.” Another kid said on the other side. I can’t say he’s wrong.

“Why don’t you say that to my face!” Sabastian called out.

“HEY!” we all look up to see the red queen has finally blessed us with her glory. “Let’s save the fighting for later. Right now, we must prepare to head out. The Cullen’s are dangerous; they will play mind games on you and have you believed in lies. They took my family, and they will take many others if we don’t.” she says, giving a weeping sad story. I roll my eyes at her drama.

“So, what does that have to do with us? Yeah, they took your family, but you took us from ours.” I say. I’m tired of this bullshit with them. The second we leave, I’m out when I know I’m in the clear. I already know that when we land, Riley and Victoria will be nowhere to be found, leaving us for death.

“Excuse me?” Victoria squints her eyes at me. I know she is about to charge at me, so I calm my body language while she tenses hers up. I have always been a threat to her. I was a step ahead of her, always. My mannerism, my inability to not be terrified of her, worries her more than Riley turning on her. And oh, how I love to see this bitch suffer.

“Why should we help you when you killed and took us away from our family. didn’t you technically do the same thing they did to us?” Everyone was quiet. In a millisecond, Victoria took her step forward while I slid to my right just as she was about to grab me. She was fast, but I was a step ahead of her. she looked at me with wide eyes as I smiled.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to underestimate the quiet ones?” I whisper just low enough for her to hear. She straightened herself up and walked towards the front. When she turned back, her eyes were wild with anger, and told us we are leaving. So, like the minions we have to be, we followed her. I wonder if there’s a tree tall enough for me to hid in to watch her get killed.

Embry’s POV

“What goddamn army?” Jake said, talking to the Cullen’s in their lair.

“We believe the Volturi is setting up an army nearby,” Carlisle said.

“I don’t see Aro making the decisions.” Pixie said. Alice? Pixie.

“It has to be Victoria,” Edward said,

“Victoria? Who’s Victoria?” Jake asked.

“A vampire that is after Bella. I killed her mate, trying to protect Bella, and now she is seeking revenge.” Edward replied. Ah, so it’s the human girl's fault. Interesting.

“We’re in,” Jake said, we all nodded, and Bella disagreed for Jacob. The absolute fuck? After planning a time to meet up with the Cullen’s for a “training” session to fight these new-borns, we head home and notify Sam. Needless to say, Sam was pissed but called up Carlisle to set up a meeting time later that morning.

A week later, we are hiding behind the trees waiting for the children of the fields to arrive. Not too long after did everything go down. There were about 25 versus our group of 12. Seth and Jake were up in the mountains with Edward and Bella.

On my call! —Sam

3—We can hear them coming closer and closer.

2—We prepare ourselves in a low crouching position

1—We see the first breakthrough

NOW!

We jump just in time to see the leaches leap over a small hill above us. Not preparing for what was to come did some of them back off slightly. They came from all over, nonstop. I don’t think they were ready for this. I look over to see Esme attempting to fight off two when I ran to help.

Y/N POV

I told Louis and Bree what they were going to do, and they did exactly what I thought. Instead of fighting, we hid behind some bushes since there were no trees nearby. We watched everything go down, and I was happy to see Leo, Thomas, and Krystina fall to their demise. Now, if only they could get Sebast-

“Fuck.” I say, putting Bree and Louis behind me backing away. The two older couple watches us, and I can see they don’t see us as a threat. They look back, and the lady stays behind.

“Who are you?” She asks. I cautiously look at her, making sure Louis and Bree stay behind me.

“I am Y/n, this is Louis and Bree. We are victims of Victoria but refuse to fight. Who are you?” I say,

“I am Esme Cullen,” She looks behind her quickly, “Stay here and do not move.” I nodded my head, and we went back down to a crouching position. We watch closely as the last few people are being killed off while some of the Cullen’s clean up. Esme and the other man who was with her come back to us, and we step forward. Bree and Louis grab my hand, and we slowly walk towards them.

“SAM NO!” I look over to see a giant black wolf charging towards us. I push Louis and Bree towards Esme and duck just as he was about to have his teeth attached to my head. I turn around to see him just look at me and notice another wolf behind him. I start weighing my options when I made eye contact with that other wolf, but I froze. I couldn’t see anyone or anything but the wolf. It was gross, honestly; why the hell would I want to care about a wolf?

“Embry imprinted.” Says one of the guys. The big black wolf looked towards the guy and back at the wolf who was about to walk forward until,

“Leah, look out!” Everyone turned to the silver and white wolf as Sebastian comes up behind her. Before he could do anything, another wolf comes and gets him off her. But before anyone else could react, Sabastian got ahold of the wolf and broke his bones. Thankfully the female wolf finally, killed Sabastian but the young wolf who saved her transformed into a human? What the fuck?

“What the fuck? They’re shapeshifters?” I ask quietly to no one. Soon after, the then naked man was fully clothed, and his friends come from the bushes dressed and grabbed him. Before altogether leaving, I man—lean yet buff. More of an angled sharp face with wide brown eyes looked back at me. It doesn’t take astrophysics to know that that was Embry carrying the injured young wolf.

“They’re coming.” A pixie girl said. Shit. I recollect the only four people who know of us. The guy who called out about Embry looked towards me when I thought of their face.

“You’re the mind reader, aren’t you?” He nods his head. “I don’t know who they are, but they’ve been watching us for weeks. I’ve made eye contact with them constantly, but I’m not stupid enough to actually go and risk my life talking to them.” He looks at me and nods again. Not long after, they come in the most dramatic way possible. They step out of the bushes with their hoods on and in unison flip them back. Dramatic much?

“I see you’ve taken down a great hit. Shocking with the size of them.” The blonde girl said.

“We were fortunate,” Carlisle said.

“You may have known their creator, Victoria.” Mindreader said.

“Edward, if the Volturi knew this was going to happen, they would’ve stopped it. Isn’t that right, Jane?”

“Yes.  I see you saved some.” Jane calls us out.

“They offered their surrender-” Esme explained.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Who are you?” Out of nowhere, a striking hit of pain erupted through us. It was horrifying. “Who created you? Why did you come here?” we screamed louder.

“Please! They’ll tell you everything you want to know.” The pain suddenly stopped.

“I know,” the conniving little bitch, “Answer me.” She says, looking at me.

“I am Y/n, she is Bree, and his name is Louis. Victoria created me, and Riley created them. Victoria only said that we were to avenge her family's death that the Cullen took part in. We had no choice but planned on leaving as soon as possible. Before running into Esme and Carlisle.” As I was speaking, I noticed Jane was looking at Louis strangely. I looked at Louis, and he had a grin on his face. Jane looked back at Bree and me.

“We’ll let you go if one of you surrenders to show proof to our master, Aro.” She says, looking at Louis. The other guys with her are confused until they see where her eyes are leading too. Louis smiles and shrugs his shoulder.

“I’ll do it,” he says while looking at her. Jane smiles and looks at us,

“Then it’s settled. You may roam free, but do anything wrong, you will be caught.” She turns towards the female girl, “I see she’s still human. I bet Caius would like to know that.”

“The date is set.”

“Good, let this be a warning to you. The Volturi doesn’t give second chances.” She looks towards Louis, “Let’s go home, Louis.” She says with a smile. He turns towards Bree and me and hugs us, then speeds off next to Jane.

“Well, that was interesting.” A big guy said. He turned towards Bree and me and said, “Welcome to the family!” then proceeds to pick us both up and hug us.

“Emmett put them down; they’re not toys.” A blonde chick said.

“But, Rosie!”

“NOW, Emmett.” She said. He, begrudgingly, put us down, and patted our head.

“Why don’t we head back to the house, and you can explain to us who you guys are.” Carlisle.

The following week

Bree and I just got back from hunting with Esme and Rosalie when Alice met us halfway home. With some clothes to change into.

“I would suggest putting these on. We have to meet up with the wolves really quick.” She says, shoving clothes in our arms and pushing us into the woods.

“Uh, Alice is there a reason as to why I am wearing waist-high jeans, a crop-top, and some heals. I’m not complaining, just asking for scientific reasons.” I say, stepping out of the trees. Bree comes out with a black and white poke-a-dot dress with a yellow bowtie around the waist with black heals.

“Yeah. Although the dress is cute. And it has pockets!” Bree announces.

“Yes, there is actually. And to receive your answers, come with me.” Alice says before taking off.

“Oh lord, what did she see this time,” Rosalie said, rolling her eyes. We get to a small clearing and wait to see the rest of the Cullen’s and the wolves. As we approach, I see the brown wolf before. I’d recognize his eyes from anywhere.

“Thank you for joining us, girls. Edward will translate for us; they would prefer to stay in their form.” Carlisle said, giving Edward the floor.

“Do you know what imprinting, or in our term, mating means?” Edward asked both Bree and me. We nodded our head, and he continued, “It has come to the realization that both Bree and Y/n have imprinted on Embry and Seth.” Just then, two wolves stepped forward. Bree, without hesitation, went up to the gray-colored wolf and smiled. He did as much as a regular oversized giant bear of a dog could smile. I looked at the brown wolf in front of me, timid and shier than Bree. He took a step towards me, too, until we were in front of each other.

“Can I touch you?” I ask, unsure if he has full control over himself or not. He nods his head and allows me to do so. All I can feel is warmth and soft fur flowing through my fingers. I smile, and they both step into the woods. When they come back, they come as their human forms. Seth easily runs up and hugs Bree and twirls her around. Embry, however, steps up to me and just looks at me. We do nothing but stare at one another until he smiles. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“I think we’re good here, guys. She’s decently innocent.” He says, looking back at me and winks. I smile up at him and look around.

“Have fun,” Alice says before taking off with everyone else. I look over at Bree and Seth and see them walking together somewhere away from us. I look up at my mate and ask,

“So, tell me about yourself, Embry.” And we proceed to have a never-ending conversation.

Bonus scene: Narrator POV

A year has gone by, and Embry and I are still happy together. After dealing with the Volturi due to Bella and Edwards's ability to have a kid, and the snitch of a cousin in Denali who tried to get us all killed (snitches get stitches and end up in ditches bitch), Embry and I were finally able to relax. I won't lie, it was hard seeing Louis on that side. And I can tell it was hard for him to see in this fucked up situation, but when they turned to leave, we all got to smile at each other before disappearing into the woods with the rest of the Volturi.

Currently, Embry and I are in my room in Forks. After the war, everyone decided to pack up and leave, and Bree and I promised to visit them wherever they end up being at soon. Bree and I stayed behind because of Embry and Seth, and because with the amount of forest surrounding, it would be better for us since we are still learning to adapt to this diet.

“Hey, Y/n.”

“Yes, my love?” I turn towards Embry and watch him. He seemed worried.

“I love you, and I know you might feel as if this is too much or too soon, but,” he proceeded to take my left hand and slide a small band on it, “will you do me the honors of being my wife?” All I could do was look at the ring. If I could cry, I would. I quickly turn towards him and kiss him.

“Yes. I am fucking in love with you, Embry Call.”

“I love you too, Y/f/n Y/l/n.” Who would’ve thought that I would be lucky enough to land a fantastic guy like him with my fucked-up situation? I can honestly say this was one move I didn’t see coming.

MasterList

[taztaz92-oneshots-stories]

One world, two languages

Legoshi x mute reader

The golden retriever had a splendid idea.

Legoshi should improve to socialize with others, so why not set him up to such a class? It was a small group of animals that have difficulties to interact with others. Some are blind, cannot move without support, blind or cannot speak out what they want. Legoshi didn’t feel well, being stared at the animal in the room, as his dog friend pushed him inside, “Don’t worry, they down bite.”

“Ow!”

“Maybe a few do” laughed Jack, seeing the male wolf rubbing his hand. The golden retriever asked the one who leads this class to pick out someone special. He didn’t tell Legoshi who he chooses for him to help out; it was more of a surprise. Since the male wolf isn’t very comfortable with herbivores and girls, he decided to do just that…plus something extra.

Legoshi couldn’t hide his big surprise at the sight.

Before him stood a giant female bunny, almost as tall as Jack, the golden retriever touched her shoulders lightly, introducing her to his friend, “This is N/A. She is a Flemish giant bunny.” The male wolf bowed deeply, greeting her. His brow rose up, as she made gestures with her fingers. Irritated, he stared as Jack, “What what that for?” The dog smiled, “Oh I forgot, she cannot talk, she communicates by sign language.” So Legoshi´s constantly rambling about the way of life won’t work on her. Smart move, unless he learns the sign language very quickly but this wolf is rather lazy on learning. It got worse; he didn’t expect to be alone with this tall rabbit, as his friend wished them all the best. The male wolf noticed how Jack made a few things with his hands, while I replied the same way.

Legoshi is overwhelmed.

In drama club, I had to be at his side at all times, staring at him constantly. The male wolf does this too, but being the one to be stared at, was kind of disturbing for him. I watched every move of his hands. Not able to speak was something that got me into many uncomfortable situations. Not many animals liked to be around me, getting tired of waiting for my reply or when I want to ask questions. Some are bored or not interested to learn sign language. Finding friends was never easy.

But now I had a chance.

My eyes took everything in, how he moved, how slender his hands are, how the eyebrows twitched, his nose in my direction and his eyes…looking sad?

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

I pointed to my chest, looking from side to side, did he mean me?

“Please stop it, it’s scary”  

My body twitched, I made him angry, I thought. I wanted to make it up to him, getting him the cables he wanted to get later on. With the ladder down, I walked over to the other side of the room, opening the cupboard. Shira, the female leopard panicked, “Don’t!” Too late, the door was wide open, burying me underneath clothes, costumes and cables…loads and loads of cables.

The male wolf also jumped, as he couldn’t find me nearby. Shira yelled over to him, coming over to the group. When he heard where I was, he yelled out to me. They all looked surprised, as a hand came up from under the pile of clothes, giving a thumb up. Juno, the female wolf helped Legoshi to get me out of there, while asking of why I am there in the first place. The male wolf explained that this was all Jack´s plan and he didn’t know what to do with me.

The female wolf finds me very pretty, asking for my name.

Legoshi replied for me, “N/A, she can’t talk.”

I frowned deeply. I can talk! Just not like anyone else but I can! Like a mad man, I screamed out with my hands that I was furious. Only to get two raised brows form the wolves. Annoyed, I stomped off. Juno felt a little worried, “Does anyone in the club do sign language?” Legoshi shrugged. She asked the group loudly, but no one can. Bill offered himself as my guardian, taking care of me.

The male wolf wouldn’t even let him touch me, he hasn’t forgiven the tiger for the doping with rabbits blood.

But how can he? Legoshi had to take care of the lights, keep an eye on me and above all…watch Bill moving closer. He heard how the male wolf said my name, smiling wide, “So you are N/A.” I smiled too, nodding sweet. “That is a pretty name, for a gorgeous rabbit.” Legoshi had to be careful not to destroy the equipments for the lights.

Bill only got closer, “such long ears and this sweet twitch nose…”

The male wolf had to control himself.

“…are you single?”

CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!

Surprised, I turned around, seeing the item in the wolf´s hand destroyed. The lighting was no longer usable. The team was very disappointed with Legoshi. Bill on the other hand, stayed by my side, “He never learns. Say, would you like to go you with me?” I made a gesture that I would love to but the tiger suddenly got a puzzled look, “eh?”

I repeated the signs.

Still an irritated look.

I was close to tears, as he got all annoyed, telling me to speak up. Obviously, he didn’t listen the entire time. Legoshi came over, once the lecture was done, grabbing my hand and lead me out to the canteen. We grabbed out food and left towards the park. Legoshi wanted to spends some time alone with me, while eating our meals in peace. To cheer me up, he even shared his favorite egg sandwiches. The male wolf didn’t make a move, as I leaned against him. Legoshi noticed how the tears are still there, getting off the bench. Afraid that he would leave me, I grabbed on to his shirt.

But he didn’t, he kneeled before me, rubbing away those tears with a tissue.

To thank him, I made one sign. My flat hand towards my chin and move it in the wolf´s direction. Of course he didn’t understand staring at me for a while. Before he got up, he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. That was my turn to be confused. What was this for? No one ever done this to me, what does it mean??? Legoshi didn’t tell me about this, only saying that it was important to let me know that.

Jack´s plan worked.

For weeks, Legoshi spends more and more days with me. Even as he had to study to learn the sea language, his shelves were only filled with one insect book…and a bunch of learning sign language. But even for me was this major change in my life. Ever since I looked up the meaning of what he has done, I decided to study the body language, understanding my new friend better. The golden retriever just knew we are a perfect match:

Two animals speaking two different languages and yet…it speaks louder than words.

[marvinswriting]

Jason

hey, you guys remember jason from the movie? the one gretchen hooked up with but he didn't actually care about her? yeah :) ALSO REGINA POV?!?!? tw: bullying, suffocation, manipulation, shane omen mention g/t mean girls

I wasn't controlling.

Well- let me rephrase that.

There were rules for being plastic. I made sure Karen and Gretchen followed those rules. That wasn't controlling. Just, guidelines. They're rules in place to help the other plastics. Dress codes, what clubs you can and can't join, you can't buy a dress without the others approval, don't date your friend's exes-

but totally new boys were fair game. 

So before you ask, no, that's not why I'm against Gretchen dating Jason. 

On surface level, Jason seemed like a nice guy.

But he constantly blew off Gretchen, he flirted with other girls, and overall was totally using her.

And that's not even getting into how he treats tinies.

That's right.

Jason is a two-faced fucking asshole.

And none of the giants can see it.

I mean- I'm sure they're suspicious. I know Damian notices when Janis stiffens the second Jason walks in the room. And, Cady has probably picked up on the way Aaron gets quiet. If Gretchen has caught on to anything, she totally ignores it. I mean- Janis, Aaron, and I tried telling our friends in the begging. Gretchen didn't want to hear it. She's got a huge crush on the guy and totally ignores all red flags. 

So we gave up getting through to her. 

Besides, who would believe us? Jason was so sweet whenever our giants were around.

I guess when we collectively decided we couldn't get through to Gretchen- all the other giants were a lost cause too. And that was months ago. We're in too deep now.

"Allow me to take it back to the drawing board and suggest the best idea we've had since day one," Janis huffed. We were in an empty hallway after school for 'english help'. We've been staying after a lot more recently. 

It's been getting worse.

Jason isn't trying to be sneaky anymore. He'll pick up Aaron without asking, conveniently drop his textbook on the cafeteria table right next to Janis, wrap his arm around Gretchen when I'm on her shoulder. 

Yet nobody has caught on.

Janis continued. "Why don't we just tell our giants what he's doing?"

"Because Gretchen won't listen to me."

"Good thing there's three other friends." Janis points out.

I rolled my eyes, waving my hand dismissively. Of course, Janis didn't understand how it felt not to have her giant listen to her. Her and Damian practically share a mind, if anything it's a shock he hasn't started asking questions. "Fine, if you know what's best for everyone, go talk to Damian. I'm sure you two will solve everything with your buddy buddy perfect communication skills. Janis has a giant who actually listens to her! Wow! You don't have to rub it in." I cross my arms over my chest, leaning back against the wall.

Aaron blinks, his gaze bouncing between both of us nervously.

"I wasn't-" Janis pauses, letting her hands fold in her lap. "I wasn't rubbing anything in. Listen- Regina, I'm sorry Gretchen won't listen. Truly. I'm being genuine right now. But don't make me feel guilty for trying to come up with a solution to something affecting all three of us."

"Right," I mumble, guilt rising in my stomach. "Sorry. I just-"

My voice trails off but neither Janis nor Aaron push for me to continue talking. Gretchen was somebody I could always trust to be there and listen to me. Now she didn’t. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to make her listen. We're silent for a while while I regroup my emotions, not wanting to snap for no reason again. 

"I have tried talking to Gretchen recently."

"And how did it go?" Aaron prompted.

"Well, it fucking went." I shrug. "Gretchen isn't used to having boys like her. I love her but crushes directed to her don't happen often. So of course she accused me of being jealous a boy finally liked her and not me."

"Maybe it had to do with how you worded it?" Janis suggests.

"Well, how else do I word 'hey maybe you should break up with the boy you're not even officially dating yet because he's toxic, a cheater, not actually in love with you, also harassing your tiny friends'?"

"Literally any way but that." Janis mumbled.

I shrug again, pulling out my phone. "Well, I did my best. You know emotions aren't my thing." I want to cry a little just thinking about the talk last week. But I don't. Crying won't fix anything. 

"Regina, why can't you be happy that a boy likes me for once?! I know you're used to all the boys falling head over heels for you, but this is the first time a cute boy has put in the effort to care and call back and-"

"But he doesn't, Gretchen! He doesn't call back. He. Doesn't. Care! I'm doing this for you because nobody else is gonna tell you. Jason is bad news. He doesn't care about you, or Karen, or Cady, or Damian, and he really doesn't give a shit about Janis, Aaron, or I!"

"Just let me be happy, Regina." Gretchen says dismissively, ignoring everything I just said.

There's a hand on my shoulder, jolting me out of my thoughts. Aaron looks at me worriedly but retreats his arm. "Gina, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just-" I wipe away a strand of hair that's been matted to my face by tears. Wait-

-tears?

I use my sleeve to dry my face quickly. I didn't even realize I started crying. I was just so tired. I was supposed to feel safe around my friends. Even when the rest of the school sees me as an emotionless bitch I should be able to turn to my friends and be okay. I couldn't do what when my current number one source of fear has intruded into our group.

"So," Janis says awkwardly. "We don't tell our giants directly. How do we get them to see the side of Jason we're seeing?"

"We catch him in the act." Aaron suggests.

Janis shakes her head with a sigh. "I am tired and quite frankly sick. I don't want our plan 'a' to be; lets put ourselves in danger in hopes that our friends stop by to witness. Let's make that plan 'y' or 'z'."

"Well, we already have plans 'b' through 'z'. We need and 'a', I'm just spouting ideas." Aaron points out.

Janis sighs, shaking her head. "I should have stuck with Damian. I need a nap and maybe an Advil."

I chuckled dryly at the girl sitting across from me. "Always have your priorities sorted, huh Janis?"

"If my priorities include being sick and not wanting to deal with Jason ever again then yeah."

"It's getting harder and harder 'not to deal with Jason ever again'," Aaron pointed out. "Remember lunch last week?"

"Don't remind me." Janis huffed. 

Last week Jason decided to be a lot more careless with how he treated us around our giant friends. 

I cringe just thinking of the memory.

"All I'm saying is the tiny soccer team is so underfunded. We're even better than the giant soccer team but you wouldn't know it because we've set up to fail."

I raise my eyebrow as Aaron sits next to me, passionately explaining how he swears the tiny soccer team is not a total failure. 

I sat in front of Gretchen and across from Janis, who was flopped against Damian's forearm clearly struggling to stay awake.

I grin as she yawns. 

"Am I boring you, Janis?" Aaron teases.

"A little," Janis says with full honesty.

Before Aaron can remark, a stack of textbooks is dropped in between him and I, narrowly missing me as I push myself backward.

Jason.

Janis's eyes widen and I instantly rush around the textbook to make sure Aaron is okay. He is, just looks equally as shaken up as I do.

Jason sits in the seat between Damian and Gretchen without bothering to great the tinies he just nearly crushed. It's where Cady normally sits, but she isn't here today.

"Jason!" Gretchen grins, pecking him on the cheek like I didn't just almost die.

I throw and exasperated look to Janis who laughs at my expense. 

She wasn't the one almost fucking crushed.

Janis pushes off Damian's arm, making her way over to Aaron and I.

Or tries to.

She doesn't make it very far before shes intercepted by a hand scooping her up.

Janis makes a noise of surprise as Jason lifts her off the table without asking.

I push myself closer to Gretchen as Janis instantly tries to get back down to the table. Jason's thumb knocks her down and I cringe because- that looked like it hurt.

Damian eyes Jason wearily but doesn't vocally say anything. But neither does Janis so why would anyone worry? It's just Jason. Sweet Jason. The boy who's probably gonna ask Gretchen to spring fling. Innocent Jason.

Janis sits up again, clearly uncomfortable, as Damian speaks. "Maybe I should hold Janis?"

"No," Jason says simply before Janis can even open her mouth. "She's fine."

"Janis," Damian ignores the boy next to him. "Do you want Jason holding you?"

Janis is silent for a while, and I don't blame her.

She's in Jason's hands.

One wrong more and shes getting hurt-

badly.

"I- I uh, kinda want to be with Damian right now? If that's okay?" Janis speaks slowly, picking her words wisely.

"That's okay!" Jason reassures her sweetly, passing the girl to her giant. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Aaron and Janis make an identical face of discussed at the sickly sweet tone and I can only assume my face is similar.

"It's okay." Janis says softly, visibly more relaxed in Damain's hands.

Jason forces a frown. "Well- I'll go give you space. Gretchen, I'll see you next period."

He gets up, walking away but I don't feel very bad for him. If anything, I feel safer. And if the collective breath of relief from Janis and Aaron was an indicator- they felt the same.

As soon as Jason was out of earshot, Gretchen turned to Janis. "Jason was just trying to be nice, Janis. You need to be willing to welcome him into our friend group."

Janis' jaw slacked. The 'are you kidding me' went unsaid. Instead, Janis forced out an "Of course, it's my fault." 

"I'm serious, Janis. Be nice." 

"I'm serious too." Janis shot back.

Aaron and I shared a look of helplessness. We couldn't just tell them. Our giants would never believe us.

To them, Jason could do no wrong.

"The only solution is to never go to lunch again." Janis speaks up, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Mhmm, sure. That's a reasonable solution." Aaron teases.

"You got something better, soccer boy?" Janis raises her eyebrow.

Aaron shakes his head. "We've reached a dead end. Gina? You got any ideas?"

I shake my head with defeat. "Unfortunately, no. All I know is Jason hates us and his goal is to make our friends hate us too through lying and manipulation."

"Go girl, give us nothing." Janis rolls her eyes. "We already knew that Regina."

"Okay, I get your sick and cranky, Janis, but I don't need you-"

"Okay!" Aaron interrupts me. "The three of us are stressed! We're worried. We're scared. But we're also all on the same page. Let's not go at each other's throats right now. We're the only ones who understand each other's struggles. Please stop fighting."

Janis and I both mumble a weak sorry. 

Aaron was right. We were all scared. Can you blame us? Jason was doing everything in his power to isolate us from our friends. For no other reason other then we're tinies and see-through his act. Why he wants Gretchen so bad is beyond me. But hell am I gonna let his toxic ass have her.

"Do you guys remember that scarf Gretchen wore last week?" I ask.

Janis tilts her head. "Yeah?"

"I don't pay enough attention." Aaron shrugs.

I grin. "Well, it was a baggy infinity scarf to refresh your memory. There was enough fabric that I could sit on Gretchen's shoulder next to her neck and not be seen. So I obviously skipped my boring history lecture. But also- Gretchen talked to Jason. He didn't know I was there."

"You're like a spy!" Janis grinned, invested in the story. "What happened?!"

"Hey, Gretchen!" Jason smiles, slipping his hand into Gretchen's as they walked down the hall.

I sunk lower into the pool of fabric, hopping Grethen didn't point out I was here.

"Hey, Jason!"

I let out a breath of relief when she doesn't.

"I have to ask you something," Jason asked.

My ears perk up as I wait for him to continue.

"Is that Janis girl always so- unfriendly? I get the feeling she doesn't like me. I just don't know why. Like Regina clearly doesn't like me very much but she might just be jealous you've got a boy and she doesn't-"

So that's where the seed of jealously in Gretchen's head was planted from. It takes all of me not the stand-up and call Jason out on his bullshit.

He continues.

"But I don't understand why Janis or Aaron wouldn't like me. Aaron just gets quiet and hey- maybe he's shy. But Janis lashes out every time I try and talk to her."

"Janis can be like that sometimes." Gretchen says, nodding in agreement.

Jason could tell her the earth is fucking flat and this bitch would nod in agreement.

I wouldn't be surprised if Gretchen is even really listening to what Jason is saying.

All she's thinking is 'hot boy's lips are moving'.

Ugh.

"At least he's caught onto the fact that I don't fucking like him." Janis crossed her arms.

"Janis, he's painting you to be the bad guy. He's trying to turn Gretchen against you, what don't you understand about that?" Aaron asked.

"Oh no, I understood. I just don't care. I hate Jason and I'm glad he's caught on."

"He hates you more." I point out.

"Impossible." Janis shook her head.

We go back and forth about who hates who more before settling on the fact that our collective hate for him outweighs anything he feels for us.

"Let's go meet our giants, it's getting late." Aaron said standing up. He holds out his hand, helping Janis up first, then me. 

Janis groans holding her head. "Still feel sick as fuck and standing up so fast did not help."

"Woe is you." I roll my eyes. "Let's go."

We walk through the school, making our way to the tiny pick up zone. We're halfway there as Aarons phone dings.

Its a text from Cady.

Aaron reads allowed: "Gretchen went home early so Karen is driving Regina home. Damian and Karen are still in after school help and I might be a bit late to pick you three up. Wait there for me, I swear I didn't forget about you guys."

I laugh. "Cady could never forget about us."

"I mean-" Janis starts. "There was the one ti-"

"Shut up." I cut her off. "Cady would never forget about her tiny friends."

We make it to the tiny pick up zone and sit against a wall to wait. It's no surprise that the hallway is empty. It's late after school on a Monday. Who would willingly still be in school?

There's footsteps down the hall and we all look up, expecting Cady.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Janis groans.

"Ever the pleasant one, Sarkisian." Jason jeers. 

"I'm tired, and sick, and will literally cry if you even touch me. I will bawl. And maybe bite. Don't come the fuck near me." Janis threatens, holding up a sharpened pencil like its a knife.

Jason doesn't seem intimidated by this action. "Whatcha gonna do? Nibble my finger?"

"Fuck off!" Janis whines, throwing her head back. "Literally any day but today."

"Listen whiney and friends. I just hear to pick you up for your friends. So stop being such a bitch Janis."

The friends that told us to 'wait here for Cady'?

Riiight.

I share a knowing look with Aaron while Janis gets up, making her way back into the tiny halls.

"Not fucking dealing with this. Good day asshole."

"Nope." Jason reaches forward, picking Janis off the platform. "You're coming with me bitch."

"This is kidnapping," Janis says flatly. She doesn't fight Jason or thrash. She looks tired, like death is appealing at this point. "I'm being abducted."

Jason's fingers tighten around her. "Thought you were the fisty one? Huh? Shane said you put up a pretty good fight. Where's the fight, Sarkisian?"

"You talked to Shane?" I gawk. I don't know why I'm surprised. They definitely seem like best friends.

"Can you put me the fuck down?" Janis huffs. "Kinda hard to breath."

"Oh, is it?" Jason said with feigned worry. "Shame."

Janis cried out as the hand around her tightened, and Jason grinned at the first real signs of fear Janis has shown yet.

"Put me down- asshole!" Janis wheezed. 

"Let go of her!" Aaron yelled.

It was moments like these when you really realize how helpless you were as a tiny. 

All I could do was sit and watch as Aaron yelled and Janis squirmed. All I could do was pray Cady or really anybody would walk past and see what's happening. 

Yeah, we've been threatened with death before.

Every tiny in Northshore has at least once.

And yeah, we've been pushed around before.

But I've never legitimately feared for my life of a friend's life.

I know maybe that's just a perk of being Regina Geroge, but this was new territory. And scary as fuck territory at that.

Jason seems pretty fucking pleased with himself and it makes my stomach twist. It's never gone this far before. 

Somebody is going to get really hurt.

And I can't do anything.

I can almost feel my heart stop as Janis goes limp. I can't see her face. 

But she's not fucking moving.

"Oh whoops." Jason shugs. "You tinies really are weak."

Aaron looks like if he could he'd fucking kill Jason.

Wouldn't we all.

"Put her down!" I yell, snapping out of my helpless funk.

Jason loosens his grip on Janis but she doesn't move. My breath feels caught in my throat. 

My eyes were trained on Janis and I didn't see Jasons another hand till his finger flicked into my side, sending me falling backward.

I felt like I was living through one of those dramatic fight scenes in the movies.

Expect isn't it the villains who are supposed to be defeated?

I'm curled into myself on the floor, Janis is knocked out in the literal hands of the enemy and Aaron looks ready to kill or cry, whichever is possible first.

Never thought I'd die in high school.

"Hey, Jason, is that you?" A voice calls from down the hall.

"Cady!" Aaron runs to the egde of the platform. 

Jasons condescending nature and snarl disappear. "Hello, Heron!"

"Is Janis asleep?" Cady asks as her eyes fall to Jason's hand. "She only ever falls asleep with Damian, either shes exhausted or really trust you."

The bitter laugh is out of my mouth before I can stop it. 

Cady looks at me and tilts her head. "Regina, why do you look like you've been crying on the floor?" She pauses, her eyes trailing back between the four of us. I can almost see the doubt set in her mind. Yes! "What's really going on here?" She asks. "And uh, I'm gonna take Janis-"

Jason shakes his head. "She's fine, it won't be necessary."

"No, I wasn't offering." Cady's voice is an unfamiliar cold. "I'll take Janis."

I stand up and make my way closer to Aaron as Cady takes Janis away from Jason. "Now, what the fuck is going on.

"Literally nothing, we're just talking and-"

"No! He's a fucking asshole and he-"

"Regina, what did I ever do to you?!"

"Are you kidding me?!" 

Cady looks between us nervously. "Uh, Aaron? Wanna tell me what's going on?"

"Gladly."

Cady steps over, picking both Aaron and I up. My mouth is still open from shock. 

What did I ever do to you?!

Fucking bitch, want me to list it?

"So uh," Aaron starts nervously. Cady cups her hands so I'm next to Janis who looks like she's beginning to stir but uh- I've never been suffocated before, maybe she's just sleeping at this point.

But she's breathing. It's reassuring enough for me.

"It started a couple months ago." Aaron continues. "Jason actually isnt very nice? To the tinies at least." He laughs nervously, leaning closer into Cady's hand and away from Jason, who isn't bothering to keep the nice facade up anymore. "He's actually like- Shane Omen but worse?"

"Worse?" Cady's jaw drops slightly in disbelief. 

"I mean- he held Janis so tight that she passed out so I'd fucking say so." I snark. 

Aaron nods. "Yeah, heh- like, I dunno. Just- not nice? He uh, flicked Regina, which is why she was laying down when you walked over. And like its not the first time he's done this? Especially when we're alone."

There's an unreadable look on Cady's face as she looks up to Jason.

It almost scares me.

"I'm gonna walk away. Just-" Cady gives a low laugh. "Jesus, I almost feel sorry for you, Jason. You deserve everything coming to you. Starting with Gretchen and Damian when they find out."

Despite everything, I can't help but smile at the way Jason's face falls with realization.

It's not a big secret that Gretchen loves an excuse to slap someone.

And this is hell of an excuse.

I look at Janis who is still laying next to me, breathing shallowly. 

We might have to bail Damian out of fucking jail.

Cady turns on her heels without saying another word to Jason and walks down the halls. Once he is out of earshot she looks down at us. "How long?!"

Aaron shrugs. "Since Gretchen first met Jason."

"That's like three months guys!" Cady looks genuinely heartbroken. "I can't believe we didn't notice."

Janis stirs next to me, weakly propping herself up. "Huh?"

There are tears in Cady's eyes as she stops walking. "You guy have been enduring this for three months?"

"No," I say. "Well- yes but not really. It was a build-up. He didn't just start attacking us to the point of death one random day. It started with little things. Like pushing us around and knocking us over."

"That shouldn't happen anyway!" Cady says sadly.

"But it did," Janis mumbled. She seems to have caught onto whats going on. "My chest hurts."

"I'm so sorry you guys," Cady whispers sadly. "I- how did we not notice?"

"Not notice what?"

I turn around to see Karen and Damian walking over. For a second my eyes trail behind them in search of Gretchen but- she went home. Of course.

"Cady, are you crying?" Damian asks, instantly worried. "Is everything okay? Where's Janis?"

"Right here, dude." Janis mumbles. She's looking down at her lap, her arms wrapped loosely around herself. She's still wheezing slightly and tears threaten to spill over her eyes. I don't blame her. That was almost death.

Janis almost died.

My breath hitches at the realization.

As a tiny, you almost die a lot. But- it's accidental. It's falling or almost being crushed. Never malicious actions of bigger peers. 

Cady offers her hands out and I step backward, letting Damian gently scoop up Janis. 

 "What happened?" Karen asks, peering over Damian's shoulder at Janis.

I look back to Cady trying to figure out if she's gonna talk or if Aaron and I have to explain. She's staring at Karen with a crestfallen gaze, tear tracks down her face. "Guys-" She starts. 

I know this is hard for her because she's taking it personally and blaming herself, but we really don't need the fanfare. 

Not that I'm gonna step up and tell the story. 

Karen steps towards picking up me and Aaron. Cady doesn't fight it, she just lets her hands fall to her side. "Y'know, Jason?"

"Yeah of course. Smile emoji." Karen says from above me.

I look over to Janis, who has her arm around Damain's finger. She's doing pretty well for passing out. God knows I'd be sobbing if that were me. Hell, the ache in my side is enough to make me want to cry right now.

"Not smiley face emoji, Karen," Cady explains softly. "I don't know the full thing, you're gonna have to ask the tinies but-"

Cady explains what she walked over to see and the minimal information she got out of us earlier. She left out a lot, but she didn't know a lot to be fair. The look of utter horror on our friend's faces almost made me feel bad. We barely scraped the top layer.

Damian is looking down at the girl in his hands who at some point in the bad retelling started crying again. Karen had held Aaron and I even closer and Cady looked ready to sit down and cry. Me too, Cady.  

"Three months?" Damian whispers weakly. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Why would you believe us? Jason's fucking great." Janis said bitterly, still clinging to his finger.

"Of course we would believe you, Jan."

"Gretchen didn't." I say softly.

I didn't really think about what I was saying. I was just mumbling to myself. But Karen heard. 

"You told her?"

I shrug. "Tried to. She didn't listen."

"Well, she's gonna listen when we tell her tomorrow," Cady says. "I can't believe you didn't tell us."

I shrug dismissively, not wanting to talk about it. "It's not a big deal."

I didn't mean it. Of course, it's a big deal. But I said it wasn't anyway. 

"You're telling me Janis almost died today and it's not the first time you guys have been through something like that, but don't worry it's not a big deal?!"

I pause, looking at the three giants. This was Aaron, Janis and I's normal. It's what we went through every day. Yeah, it's shitty but we're used to it. I forget sometimes the giants don't understand the fact not getting shoved around is normal for us. Being threatened and made fun of for our size is just part of an average day.

"Can we continue this with Gretchen at lunch tomorrow? I don't want this conversation twice. I feel even crappier than I already did before and I just want to sleep." Janis speaks up from where Damian held her protectively close. 

"You all better tell us everything tomorrow." Cady says. 

"Cady are you taking Aaron or should I get these two home?" Karen asks.

-

"This was a really funny joke guys." Gretchen says from above me. Despite her words, her voice is void of all amusement.

"Yes, because we're the type to make jokes about our tiny friends almost dying." Damian deadpans. Janis is sitting on the table in front of him looking like she'd rather talk about anything other than this.

I don't blame her.

But this could finally be my chance to get Gretchen to listen and believe me.

"Gretchen." I turn around to look up at her, but I'm on the table I need to crane my neck. "I know this isn't what you want to hear, but you have to believe us. Cady witnessed it with her own eyes if you don't believe me. Janis sure as hell can vouch since she nearly fucking died yesterday."

Gretchen doesn't respond for a long time. I feel like I can see the seed of doubt settle in on the situation. She reaches forward, scooping me up and bringing me to her shoulder. 

"I- I'm not sure what to believe," She admits. "but I'll listen. I'm sorry I didn't do that before."

That one sentence felt like so much weight being lifted. Jason had Gretchen around her finger. His word was law and everyone else could fuck themself.

But not anymore.

I open my mouth to speak but get cut off by a familiar and unwelcoming voice.

"Hello everyone!"

Cady's eyes widen in disbelief. "You aren't actually stupid enough to think about sitting with us today, right Jason?"

"Aw, why not?" He asks, sitting next to Gretchen and slinging his arm over her shoulder.

I gasp as I'm knocked forward, gripping onto Gretchen's shirt underneath me as I try to stay on. 

Gretchen bats Jason's arm away and scoops me up. "Jason we were talking about something private maybe it's better you join us again later."

Jason's eyes narrowed, as he looked across the table. I sunk lower in Gretchen's hand as his eyes landed on me but he moved on without trying anything. I mean- obviously, Gretchen was right here but still. 

Cady's hand was resting wearily by Aaron if Jason tried something and Janis had been transported to Damian's pocket when I wasn't looking. How could Gretchen not pick up on how stressed we all are?

"What's wrong?" Jason asked, turning to Gretchen.

"It's nothing for you to worry about. I just-"

"Did I do something wrong?" Jason's face fell and I almost felt bad for him. Almost. He should pursue an acting career.

Gretchen looked at loss for what to say for a second before speaking up. "Where were you yesterday after school?"

Jason scoffed. "Whatever Cady said was a lie, Gretch."

"I-" Gretchen froze. "I didn't mention Cady."

Jason's eyes widened as he began to backtrack but- it was too late. 

"Jason I need you to leave, please." Gretchen's hand was shaking as she placed me gently on the table. "There are some things I need to rethink."

"You really believe those tinies?" Jason's face morphed into utter disgust.

The mask was off, the act was over. Karen reached over, tugging me away from Gretchen and Jason and closer to her. 

"I should have believed them a while ago, apparently." Gretchen snapped.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Please. They're just tinies. What makes them so trustworthy? Actually- what makes them worthy?"

Karen lets out a legitimate gasp from above me. Gretchen looks to me with an expression I can't read. My breath feels caught in my throat. I can't shake the feeling that this may be where I lose my best friend. 

But she looks back at Jason. "I can't believe you really just asked that. Did you think that would help your point? What made you think- oh this will totally get Gretchen on my side? What is wrong with you?"

Jason looks dumbfounded at Gretchen's outburst. "Gretchen-"

I knew it was coming, so it was no surprise as Gretchen raises her arm, and a loud smack echos through the cafeteria over all the oblivious conversations. Jason gasps, his hand shooting up to his cheek. "You fucking bitch-"

"You have treated my friends awfully for too long. Go fuck off and find somewhere else to sit for lunch." Gretchen says simply, turning away from Jason.

Jason doesn't say anything as he looks across the table one last time. Aaron was still on the table but Cady had her hand cupped around him defensively, Damian's hand rested over his chest pocket and Janis gripped onto his finger. Karen had pulled against her arm where I sat pushed away as far away from Jason as possible. It was pretty clear he wasn't wanted here.

"Whatever." He bitterly admits defeat, pushing away from the table and walking away. Gretchen watched him leave before turning to me, wide-eyed.

"I can't believe I didn't believe you." She said sadly. "I can't believe I didn't believe any of you." I hold my arms out and Gretche complies, reaching over to scoop me up. "Regina, I'm so sorry."

I don't try and stop the tears that burn in my eyes as Gretchen holds me close to her.

We still have a lot to talk about after this but-

I've finally won after a long and painful battle. All our giants are awake and no longer oblivious to the suffering. 

I'm safe.

I cling to Gretchens's shirt as the tears poor over my eyes. Gretchen shakes and I realize- she's crying too.

I wouldn't be surprised if I turned around and the whole table was.

Jason was an asshole. He manipulated his way into the friend group and made my life miserable. Plus Janis and Aaron too, I guess. But he's gone now.

We don't have to worry anymore.

We're okay.

It will be okay.

2.5/10 not my best work but fun to write @realmisspolarbear @smallsoysauce @musicallygt

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Random Keys/UF Crossover Ideas

Because I’m torn between both of my projects right now and I hate myself, here’s something that’ll only really appeal to the very niche audience of people who read both Universe Falls and Keys to the Kingdom. Basically its a list of somewhat spoilery (for Keys more than UF) headcanons of what it might be like if the Gravity Falls world scheduled to be in Keys was a Universe Falls world instead (in the sense that it still takes place in Gravity Falls physically but like... its set in the universe of Universe Falls (oy I’m explaining too much lemme just start rambling off the random ideas that have been popping into my head over the last several days of this hypothetical crossover of my two stupid fanfics):

For reference’s sake, on the UF end of things, this would take place somewhere around the middle of arc10ish, pretty close to Weirdmageddon as the GF world in Keys is gonna take place pretty close to Weirdmageddon too. 

For Keys, the trip to this world would still take place in the same spot the GF world does, so semi close to the end of the story, as one of the last Disney worlds of the fic (guess it wouldn’t really be a “Disney” world here but ehhhhhh) 

Guess I better give some context about what’s going on in each fic around that time; UF’s is easier to do so we’ll start with that; basically without spoiling a certain upcoming arc ender too much, during arc 10, everyone’s sorta frazzled what between all of the interdimensional travel, worries about Bill coming back and causing chaos, worries about the Diamonds possibly getting involved in stuff, shaken by the recent revelation that Rose allegedly shattered Pink Diamond and so on (basically there’s a lot going on in the leadup to UF’s ending hahaha) 

Context for Keys (again without getting too spoilery (gotta tread even more careful here) is that by this point in the story Sora is basically in nonstop Panic Mode about the whole norting thing thanks to a certain encounter with one Bald Old Fuckhead during the Aladdin world immediately before this; so Sora’s on the run from basically his entire support system cause he’s all worried about unintentionally hurting his friends (and he also just doesn’t want Riku or Kairi in particular to see what’s happening to him cause Disaster Bi). 

Cont. Context for Keys cause that last bullet point was Long: Despite all this fuckin Angst, Sora’s still out searching for the Keys on his own in the hopes of securing the final few for the guardians of light before he can be fully norted and forced into handing them over to the Organization instead 

Not to mention those freak relatively dark/light powers of his are alll outta whack cause he A. Doesn’t know how to control them At All and B. Is Emotionally Distraught so that’s only making things worse

And the entire gang is more or less out searching the worlds tryin’ to find Sora (he yeeted his Gummi Phone off a fuckin cliff or something just so nobody could get in touch with him smh what a waste of a perfectly good cell phone); among the teams that are out doing so include the one we’re gonna focus on here, Ven and Roxas  

Back to the UF end of things, I wanna talk about where each of the Mystery Kids are at this point; Steven is sorta all over the place with, again, the revelation that his mom could have been a murderer; Dipper is hella nervous about the idea of Bill getting his hands on the Rift (even moreso after RMD cause PTSD is Somethin Else kids), Mabel is in that mindset of not wanting the summer to end so they can all stay together, and Connie is basically (as usual) the only one with any brain cells as she’s trying to hold the gang together

(lowkey spoilers for the Keys GF chapters start here) So Sora arrives in Gravity Falls, suffering from all the angsts and anxieties and whatnot and just Not Having a Very Good Time Emotionally/Mentally as he starts lookin around for the Key in the woods or whatever

But lo and behold everyone’s favorite Evil Corn Chip just so happens to be spyin’ on him, and before too long Bill makes his appearance and acts all friendly to Sora, claiming that he can basically undo the whole norting thing (which he knows all about because of course he would, this is Bill Fucking Cipher we’re talking about here)

Sora’s skeptical but at the same time he’s sort of willing to do whatever he can at this point to keep his heart from being taken over by Mr. Bald Old Fuckhead and all Bill is asking for in return is for him to nab some sparkly snow globe that he claims already belongs to him but was stolen by some local family who Bill makes out to be pretty bad so hey, why not at least give it a shot? (dumb, the kid is dumb this is something we’ve established many times over by this point)

So Sora sets out to look for both the rift and the Key (while also being harangued by Xemnas who’s the Org. baddie of the GF world but errrrr i don’t have a ton of ideas about what he’s gonna do yet so we’ll just skip over that for now and focus on somethin else)

Something else being the fact that Sora happens upon a bunch of kids being attacked by a group of Nobodies, so he swoops in to save them even though the kids already look like they’re holding their own pretty well against them (two of them are out here swinging swords around, one’s really handy with that grappling hook while another one has some sort of magical shield? Its weird??? But cool imo) 

So they all team up to take the Nobodies out and following that, Sora meets and mostly hits it off with the Mystery Kids

Mabel is super hype (she kinda instantly crushes on Sora as soon as she sees him even though he’s too fuckin old for her); Steven and Sora radiate the same sort of Sweet But Sad energy so of course they’re best friends immediately 

Connie’s a lil bewildered by Sora (who the hell goes around swinging a giant key like its a sword, that’s just not practical???) but Dipper’s distrustful radar is instantly raised for a a number of reasons, but the biggest red flag he notices about Sora by far is that his eyes are yellow (btw by this point his eyes will more or less be completely yellow and his hair almost entirely white; he usually wears his hood up to try and hide that, but it got blown off during the forementioned fight) 

So the kids were out and about in the woods for mystery hunting reasons, mostly cause they were trying to cool their heads from all of the stress they’re under mentioned earlier (and cause hey, the summer’s ending soon and they gotta spend all the time they can together at this point) 

However, they quickly change gears when they learn about Sora’s quest to find some magical Key and they all eagerly decide they wanna help with that cause it sounds hella rad; Dipper would likely be the only dissenter to this plan, but he’d be lowkey about it, kinda deciding to keep a suspicious eye on Sora all the while (he doesn’t really act like he’s being possessed by Bill, but ya can never be too sure nowadays...) 

So they all set out in search of the Key (Sora decides not to tell them about Bill or the rift just yet, but even so right off the bat he’s basically decided “yes I’m adopting all four of these kids as my new little brothers and sisters and no one can stop me”)

So cut to the other end of things and we have Ven and Roxas who have basically only just met each other face to face for the first time (they’re both basically constantly doin that spiderman look alike meme); they’ve been more or less teamed up to look for Sora together tho, and they both got a massive guilt complex about the whole thing cause they used to be able to directly protect him inside his heart but now they can’t since they’re out of it so they’re determined to find him and make sure he’s OK

They also show up in Gravity Falls, arriving much closer to the Mystery Shack and the Gem Temple than Sora did; since its the closest thing nearby, the boys decide to venture over to the Mystery Shack to look first 

After some brief, confused yet fun conversation with Soos and Wendy, they bump into Stan and that initial meeting goes something like: 

Stan: Who the hell are you two supposed to be? You twins or something?

Roxas: No??? What the fuck is a twin??

Ventus, realizing that Roxas has like 0 real world experience or regard for world order at that moment right fucking there: (oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck) Ummmm YES WE ARE WE’RE TOTALLY TWINS AHAHA AREN’T WE BROTHER?

Roxas, immensely confused: What the hell is a brother??

And then Ford shows up and Roxas looks between him and Stan is just like “ooooh ok now I get what a twin is” and Ven is just like “oh my god I think Roxas managed to catch some of Sora’s stupidity after all asdkjalsdkalsd” 

Anyway after all this awkward confusion is over, Roxas and Ven bring up that they’re there looking for someone, and while neither Stan nor Ford are that invested, they do offhandedly mention maybe the Crystal Gems can help

Ironically enough, the Gems happen to burst into the shack right then and there, taking refuge from the surge of strange creatures swarming outside (Nobodies & Heartless); the Gems are rather overwhelmed by them since their weapons don’t work that great on them so they’ve come to seek Ford’s help (since he’s got all those weapons and lasers and shit he keeps stockpiled) 

In this Ven and Roxas end up meeting the Gems and both of them are just like :O (Ven’s lowkey like, “Aqua would get along great with these ladies, they’re total badasses just like her!”) and the Gems just kinda pass the boyos off like “yeah whatever there’s a fuckton of monsters outside meanwhile where are our kids?”

Stan and Ford are like *shrug* cause neither of them are very good at being Responsible when it comes to keeping an eye on these danger-prone kids and the Gems are just like *facepalm* “Morons” so they set out to find the kids and Ven and Roxas are like “well they know their way around here so why not go with them to see if we can find Sora too!” and so they all head out on a lil adventure

Then a whole bunch of stuff happens on both sides of the plot that I haven’t bothered to figure out; bunch of cute character interactions and whatever; insert possible second encounter with Xemnas in here somewhere where he basically shows up just to intimidate Sora but Sora’s like “no way jose, you touch any of these precious kiddos and you’ll Die” 

Somewhere in here, under... some circumstances, Sora and the MK make it back to the shack but like... everyone’s gone? (cause they all went out to look for them, didn’t even leave a note, fuckin rude) 

They search the house for anybody and then, on complete fuckin accident, Sora finds his way down into the basement (the portal room to be exact) and what else does he find down there but that thing Bill asked him to get (the rift)! 

Though he’s a little confused about why its there (Bill did say some awful family “stole” the rift from him, but none of the MK are awful, they a bunch of Good Kids); Sora still pockets it like a desperate dummy dumb anyway and doesn’t say a word about it to the kids because he thinks they might be too innocent and young to know anything about it anyway (he’s wrong of course because much like him these kids are Traumatized with a capital T but we’ll just ignore that for now)

Still on the search for that Key, Sora and the kids head out only to run right into Stan, Ford, and the Gems on the way out; course, Ven and Roxas are still with them and they see Sora and they’re like :D while Sora’s just like “aw fuck” and runs away from his problems like always

So he rushes off into the woods and who else would show up but that Motherfuckin Evil Corn Chip again who’s like “yo kid ya got the stuff” and Sora’s just like “brb having a panic attack rn” but then he ends up obliviously handing the rift over anyway cause again he’s incredibly desperate for any way out of his current horrible situation

Of course because I’m a sap for Drama, he happens to do so just as all four of the MK show up, having followed him into the woods and ohohohoh boy oh boy let’s just say them seeing Sora just up and giving the rift over to Bill would be a Moment (well, at least for Steven and Dipper cause they actually know what the fuckin rift is unlike Mabel and Connie who still wouldn’t at that point) 

So basically Bill is a little shit and takes the rift, but he can’t actually fuckin do anything with it cause he’s a physical object and he’s still intangible (or somethin like that idk I just don’t want Weirdmageddon to happen cause it would make things too complicated) so he’s like “fuck gotta find some stupid sap to possess so I can smash this dumb thing” and he nearly targets Sora (cause the kid was already stupid enough to help him in the first place so why not?) until Steven ends up being the one to fend him off using his shield 

Bill shrugs it off and makes off with the rift anyway (its like... hovering or something? idk I’m running out of steam) and everyone panics of course, especially Sora cause he’s just like “well shit I certainly Fucked Up didn’t i?” and the MK are both a mix of “YOU THINK?” (from Dipper and Connie mostly) and “imo not your fault Bill’s tricked just about all of us he’s an asshole” (from Steven and Mabel)

Amidst this a bunch of lil things also happen; the Stans and the Gems show up (along with Ven and Roxas), basically everyone is immensely confused (aka those who have no idea what the fucking rift is) and alarmed (those who do know what the rift is) that Bill has what he needs to more or less fuck the entire world over 

So everyone just decides to put everything aside and team up all together to track Bill down and get the rift back before he can break it (there’s a lot of heartwarming trust moments in here, mostly cause trust is like... the cornerstone theme of the GF chapters in Keys for obvious reasons) 

They eventually do find him and *insert big epic battle scene here* where everyone teams up to basically beat Bill to death or whatever (don’t ask me how they be doin that if he’s intangible, again I.... I’m tired and this post is long enough as it is) 

Yadda yadda yadda they beat him, get the rift back and effectively prevent Weirdmageddon from happening to begin with (which just does SO much wonderful fuckery for UF’s timeline moving forward but whatever, this ain’t about that) 

Oh and during that Climactic Battle Scene somewhere there’s some bit about Sora learning to better trust others/himself that leads to him getting the world’s Key? I-I I dunno its a work in progress...

Anyway after this there’s a lot of good character interactions all around, reconciliations between the UF characters and the Keys characters, particularly between Sora and the MK (again he’s adopted these kiddos and don’t you forget it)

So with the Key in hand, Sora starts to leave and Roxas and Ven almost convince him to go back with them until *insert Big Keys Spoiler here that results in the Organization getting their hands on that Key Sora just got and also results in Sora running away again cause... reasons*

And that’s the end of the chapters or whatever idk 

There’s probably more ideas I had in mind for this but I literally can’t do anymore my brain is dying 

I might possibly write this for reals someday i dunno I’m stuck in two personal hells here so I might as well combine ‘em

Yes I’m aware this post leans more heavily on Keys than UF but its set in the world of UF so fuck off 

Feel free to add on with any thoughts you might have about the idea

I’m tired

Amen 

[controloffandoms]

Princess of Themyscira (D.W.)

Prompt: Just something on my mind. This is only PART 1. Another part will follow.

Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne x reader (Eventually), Diana Prince x Sister!reader

Words: 4364

Warnings: Violence, cursing, foreign inhabitant, emotional reader

Notes: Damian is 25 in this story and is a fill in Batman as Bruce is unavailable. Kaldur is Aquaman. Dick is Nightwing. Clark is still Superman.

Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5

Themyscira 20 years past

The ocean’s tide continued to bash the beach. The queen watched expectantly. She had a feeling that something was going to happen. She had felt a need to be close to the ocean all day long. The storm had only started an hour prior. On the horizon, she could barely make out a vessel. Her instincts told her to gather her warriors in case this was an attack, but another feeling had her pause and wait. 

As the vessel got closer, she could see it straining under the storm before a giant storm surge tore the boat apart. As soon as the storm started, it stopped and the debris started to wash ashore. She traveled down to the beach from her perch on the cliff. As she looked at the debris, she saw a white bundle. 

The queen approached slowly as a wail pierced the air. She carefully picked up the bundle and smiled at the child. She waited to see if the parents would wash ashore, but a sinking feeling in her gut told her that they did not make it through the storm. She gently bounced the child as she made her way back up to her people. She would raise this child the best way she knew how; by making her a warrior of Themyscira. 

Themyscira 14 years past

Diana laughed as the (y/h/c) haired girl attached herself to the Princess. “Young (Y/N), I do have work to attend to.”

“Diana,” the young girl whined, “I am bored. I have no one to spend time with but you!” 

“If you would let me do my work, we can do whatever you would like after I am done,” Diana offered. 

She chuckled at the ‘thinking face’ the young Princess put on. A smile appeared on the young girl’s face, “I guess that is a good deal. Will you find me when you are done?”

“Most definitely young one,” Diana smiled. The young girl took off at the confirmation. 

Most of the Themyscirans laughed as the young girl ran through the village. She was a ball of light that the women didn’t know they had needed. They happily brought her in when the queen had introduced her as an infant washed ashore. “(Y/N), you need to be more careful,” Queen Hippolyta called as she conversed with one of her advisors. 

“Yes, Mother.” 

Themyscira Present Day

You huffed a breath as your sword was blocked yet again and thrown to the side. “Again,” Agatha stated. 

“Agatha, we have been at this for hours, could we not take a small break,” you asked, already knowing the answer.

“You will do as you are told. Again.” You picked up your sword and got into your battle stance. You made the first move, striking out with the sword as a distraction in order to land a blow with your foot to her chest. She retaliated with a combination move of her own that sent you flying to the ground with her sword at your throat. “Again.”

This continued until the sun was in the middle of the sky. By the end of the session, you had finally almost pinned Agatha. “We have made good progress. I will see you tomorrow as the sun rises.”

“As you wish, Agatha,” you stated and took your leave before she could change her mind and bring you back into training. 

You weren’t like most Themyscirans. You weren’t as strong as them or as graceful. You knew it was because you were fully human, from the man’s world, not Themyscira. You were an accident, but that didn’t stop Queen Hippolyta from taking you in and treating you as any other Themysciran. 

You straighten your back as you watched your mother, the Queen approach. You bowed your head, right arm crossing your chest. “I take it that your lesson with Agatha is over,” she asked as you straightened back up, arm dropping to your side. 

“Yes, my Queen. I was planning on going to the meadow with Stream,” you held the reigns of your horse. 

“Do not be long, dearest (Y/N). Diana will be returning today,” she smiled as your face lightened at the fact. 

“Diana is coming back? It has been ages since I have seen her,” you exclaimed. Diana had left to help the man’s world ten years prior. 

“She has business to attend to here and will be bringing guests. You may speak with her after she and I have talked. I am putting you in charge of watching the outsiders. If they are to try anything, you have full permission to stop them.” 

You nodded at your mother’s orders. “I will not fail you, my Queen.” With her dismissal, you mounted your horse and rode to the meadow. You were excited to be able to see Diana again and excited to meet her friends. You didn’t think she’d bring anyone that would hurt her people, this was Diana you were talking about. She wouldn’t bring anyone that she didn’t trust to her home.

You looked up to the sky as you heard a jet. You backed your horse up as you realized the jet would be landing in the clearing. Once the jet stopped moving, you got off Stream and had her wait for you near the trees. 

The back of the jet lowered and you cautiously walked around to it. The second you saw Diana, you ran to her, wrapping your arms around her, “Diana! You are back!”

She returned your hug, laughing. “Sister, you have grown.”

“That tends to happen over ten years time. You do not write or visit, how am I to know that you are alright? I have been worried sick,” you exclaim, backing up and looking her over to make sure she was alright. 

“I am fine, (Y/N). Where is Mother?” 

“I am to take you to her and entertain your guests while you two talk.” You finally looked to her companions. Your shoulders tensed. Men. 

Sensing your hesitation, Diana put a hand on your shoulder. “I would like to introduce you to my friends and colleagues. (Y/N), this is Batman, Nightwing, Superman, and Aquaman. Guys, this is my little sister, (Y/N).”

You looked at the four men before taking a couple of steps forward, squaring your shoulders. You held out a hand to Batman first, “give me a reason to distrust any of you and I will kick your ass.” 

You could see the tiniest of smirks on the young man’s face. “I highly doubt that you would be able to kick our asses, but your threat is noted.” 

Your eyes narrowed at him before you turned to Nightwing, and shook his hand. “Don’t worry about him, he’ll behave.”

You continued onto Superman who smiled at you. “Nice to meet you.”

“Same to you.” You shook the last man’s hand and gave him a small smile. “I will show the four of you around after we drop Diana off. If you will all follow me,” you stated as you walked towards Steam and grabbed her reigns. 

Diana walked beside you as the other walked behind you both. “How have you been,” she asked.

“I am up before the sun rises, training with Agatha. I have yet to have the winning title with her. Mother seems more stressed, always looking at battle plans and talking with her advisors. She has not brought me in yet, but I can tell there is something wrong. The others are all tense and constantly pushing me to train harder, be faster. I understand my need to train, but I would like to be able to enjoy the little things every now and again. How are you, Sister?”

Diana wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you walked. “I have been well. I helped to start a team of heroes to go against threats to the world. We have saved the world multiple times now. We have even started a team of younger heroes. I enjoy training with them all. I learn new things about the world each day I am out there. I would like to show you around some time.”

“Out there? With all of the corrupted men? Sister I do not think that a good idea.”

Hearing a loud laugh from behind you, you turned around. The confusion on your face caused the Superman to laugh again. “I do not see what is funny,” you stated. 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t meaning to listen in on your conversation, but I do have super hearing. Not all men are corrupted, Miss (Y/N).”

You studied him as you responded, “Princess, not Miss. You can just call me (Y/N).” You turned and started walking again. You led the group into the Palace. When you got to the guards at the door to your Mother’s advising area, they moved to the side, opening the doors for you. You knelt to the ground, right arm crossing your chest, and bowed your head. “My Queen, Princess Diana, Superman, Batman, Aquaman, and Nightwing have arrived.” Those mentioned entered the room as you stood up to your full height. 

“Thank you, (Y/N). Welcome Superman, Batman, Aquaman, and Nightwing. Welcome home, Diana. We have much to discuss. (Y/N), if you would take the four men and show them around,” she trailed off. 

“If I may, Queen Hippolyta. What you will be discussing with Diana also concerns us. I would appreciate one of us staying to go over the plans as well as Diana,” Superman smiled at the end of his declaration. 

“I understand Superman, but Diana will fill you in on the details after we discuss them.”

As you saw Batman about to respond, you shook your head, raising a hand to silence him. You didn’t want them to upset your Mother. There was a hierarchy to follow and as guests, they had to understand that they didn’t get to call the shots like they did outside of Themyscira. You ushered the four out of the room and began walking back towards the entrance of the palace with them. “I understand your concern, Superman, but do not overstep. You are here as guests,” you stated.

“There is an imminent threat, we should be in there making battle plans with Diana and your Queen,” Batman huffed. 

You stopped walking and turned to him. “It is a blessing that Mother let you on Themyscira at all. Do not push your limits, you will get burned in the end. There are loads of Amazonians here that hate the simple fact that you four are here, if you start complaining about the Queen, things will get hairy.” You turned back around and walked out of the palace.  “Amelia, would you grab four horses from the coralle?”

You mounted Stream and waited. “I’m very sorry if we offended you. We didn’t mean to,” Nightwing spoke. 

You looked at him and gave him a smile. “I am not offended. Everyone deserves a second chance. You are guests, you do not know our ways. I expected for you to make mistakes. You must learn and move on from them.”

“That is a very mature way to think of things, (Y/N),” Aquaman stated. 

You smirked and chuckled. “I have been told that multiple times.”

As the four mount the horses, you tuned in your hearing to the meeting Diana was having with the Queen. “She is not ready for this, Diana. She does not know of everything that transpired after she arrived here.”

“Ready to go,” Superman asked.

You barely flinched at his voice. It was like he was screaming with how tuned up your hearing was, but you’d had practice in not showing how startled or disoriented you were. You had to in order to get away with it. “I am. Let us go.”

4 hours later

“Princess (Y/N), the Queen would like for your to take the guests back to the palace,” Hathila called as she pulled her horse to a stop next to you. “She says to be quick.” 

“Thank you, Hathila. Follow me,” you called to the four already mounting the horses again. You galloped off to the palace, the four men not far behind you. 

You let Amelia take your horses as you walked back into the palace. As before, the doors were opened for you and you knelt down, right arm over your chest, head bowed, “is there anything else you need, My Queen?”

“That would be all. You are dismissed (Y/N).” Without looking back, you exited the room and left the palace. You went back to the meadow and laid in the grass. It had been awhile since you’d been able to just lay and relax under the sun. 

You don’t know how long you’d been laying there before you decided to head back into the village. “(Y/N), where have you been? Jocylin has been looking for you. She is angry.” 

“What could she be angry about? I have not seen her all day,” you stated. 

“Did you not think I would not find out,” Jocylin shouted as she walked down the path. 

“Find out what?” 

“You know exactly what I am talking about, (Y/N),” she snarled.

You shook your head. “I do not. What is this about, Jocylin.”

“You were with four men on Themysciran soil. That is against what we stand for. I see you follow in Diana’s footsteps.” 

You raised an eyebrow at her outburst. “They are guests of Diana’s. The Queen approved of them being here.”

“Excuses. They should not have left the palace if they were guests,” she threw a sword to you. 

“You are not serious. We are not going to fight in the middle of the village,” you sighed. 

“I challenge you as heir to the throne. You are not of Amazonian blood. You should not be the heir. You have further proven to not know of proper Amazonian law.” So that was what this was about. Your impure blood.

“You have been waiting for an opportunity to challenge me, have you not,” you asked as you kept the sword lowered. “Since we were children you have thought yourself better than me because I was not of pure Amazonian blood. If you wanted to challenge me because of my impurity, why have you not done it sooner?”

A crowd had gathered by this time, including the Queen, Diana, and the four guests. Once a challenge was called for, there was no intervention from the queen, it had to be seen through. “Do you accept the challenge,” she sneered. 

“There is no other worthy choice. Conditions. We stop when the other has the kill shot and there is no other move that can be made by the one down. No powers used. Clean and fair fight,” you stated. 

“I accept your conditions.”

You placed your blade in front of you, watching Jocylin as she got into her stance. You both stared at each other, waiting for the other to make a move. “Are you just going to look at me? You wanted a challenge,” you sighed. 

She jumped forward and your swords clashed as you deflected. You slammed her sword outward and forcefully kicked her chest, making her stumble back and gasp for breath. You advanced, taking her feet out from under her and moving to place your sword at her throat. You realized your mistake too late when her sword made contact with your leg, cutting it pretty deeply. 

The moment of distraction you gave to the cut was enough for Jocylin to get the upper hand. You sword clattered to the ground as she broke your wrist. You glared at her as you put space between the both of you. She picked up your sword, pointing them both at you. “Nothing else you can do, Princess,” she sneered. 

“You underestimate me,” you stated calmly as you charged at her. You faked her out and ducked under her right arm, getting away with a small scratch along your back before you land a hard blow to her back, knocking her off balance. You grabbed her left arm, twisting it until she released your blade. You used her momentum forward to slam her to the ground, your sword pressed against the back of her neck. With her arm still twisted behind her back. “Toss your blade. This battle is over.”

She struggled and you held her firmer. “Toss your blade Jocylin,” you growled. After a couple of seconds, she tossed it out. You got off of her and stabbed the blade into the ground beside her. “Challenge resolved. Good effort, Jocylin.” You offered her your hand, but she slapped it away, getting up by herself. 

You both regarded each other before you turned to walk away. “I do not think we are done. An Impure will not best me,” she yelled as the ground began to lock your feet into place. 

“Jocylin, this is not the way of our people. Your challenge is over. Release Princess (Y/N),” your mother called. 

“You call allowing an impure mutt to be the next ruler, the way of our people? I respectfully disagree, Queen Hippolyta.” 

“I can not get through the shielding, My Queen,” another Amazonian called. 

“I call a new Challenge. Conditions: Powers are allowed. We stop once the other is dead. Use any means necessary.” She stopped in front of you and smirked. “I’m glad you agree to the terms of the challenge,” she laughed before you could respond. 

“I do not agree with your conditions,” you gritted out. 

“Too bad, you have already agreed.” She placed the sword to your cheek and cut across it. You didn’t flinch. 

“I find it repulsing that you would harm an unarmed woman. Do you think that if you kill me like this anyone will take your challenge victory seriously?” She trailed the sword down your neck before sighing and walking out of your vision. 

You tensed at not being able to see her. Then she was back in your sights, handing you a sword. “I guess since you have no powers, it is only fair that you have a sword to defend yourself. After all, I will be seen as a fair ruler.”

You laughed at that, “so after this you’re going to challenge our Queen? That is laughable. You would not make it two seconds against her.” 

You blocked the sword that swung towards you, but was unable to avoid the piece of earth that sent you flying backwards and into the shield she’d put around your arena. As you went to run towards her, the ground once again swallowed your feet. “Are you finding it hard to move,” she asked innocently. 

You smirked at her, “no, I decided to take a little rest.” You could hear some of your fellow Amazonians laugh at that even though they were still worried about you. You sent up a prayer to any of the gods listening, hoping for their help over Jocylin’s powers. You blocked her next attack and tried to dodge the rocks thrown at you, but with limited mobility, it was pretty difficult. “You are enjoying this too much,” you sighed. 

Before she could respond, the sky darkened and thunder rumbled. Lightning streaked across the sky. You felt your senses heighten as a lightning bolt struck between you and Jocylin. The electrical current flowed into your sword and across your body, breaking the rocks holding you in place. You rose to your full height, your body starting to float above the ground. You could feel the electricity flowing through you easily. 

I have waited a long time for you to call on me, Child, a deep voice rattled in your head. I sense your confusion. I am Zeus. You are the only way I am allowed to come into contact with the human world. You are a vessel, if you will. 

You didn’t have time to question him as you were brought back to the problem at hand, Jocylin. Do not worry, I will finish her. “I do not wish to kill her,” you stated out loud. Very well. 

The battle didn’t last long as Zeus used his lightning to knock Jocylin out. With her out of commission, the barrier dropped and the Queen along with Diana and the four superheroes approached. “My Queen,” you stated, bowing your head before straightening again. “I do not know what is happening to me.”

“There is a lot we need to discuss, my child.”

Indeed we do, Zeus stated. Aqualad slightly flinched at the voice while the others eyes widened slightly. 

“I am not the only one that hears him,” you asked.

At this point in time, no. I am speaking to all of you.

You stood completely still. This couldn’t be happening. You didn’t have a god inhabiting your body. Inhabiting sounds like I am a parasite. I merely live alongside you. I grant you the ability to wield lightning, to fly, to have enhanced senses and strength. In return, I keep from perishing like the other gods. 

The Queen ushered you and the others into her war room. There were so many questions you had. You couldn’t believe that this was actually happening to you. You kept thinking that you would wake up and this all be a dream. I can confirm that this is not a dream. You are not going crazy. This is actually happening. Yes I know all of your thoughts. No, if I were to leave, I would cease to exist. Yes I had something to do with how you ended up on Themyscira. Yes I do need food. You need food to live therefore I live. 

“Okay, just-can you be silent for a minute so I can gather my thoughts,” you exclaimed quietly, rubbing  your fingers against your pounding skull. 

“I wanted to tell you sooner,” your mother started as she watched you. “I had brief contact with Zeus a couple of days before you arrived on Themyscira. He told me of a human he found to be compatible with his being. You have to understand that if all of the Greek Gods go extinct, we cease to exist. Zeus was the last. He made a connection with you as a baby, but could not fully connect with you at that age.”

As your mother paused, you spoke. “So you raised me as a conduit for a god and never thought to tell me? I am to be stuck with another being inside me, sharing my mind, and you never once thought to bring it up,” your voice shook with the anger you were feeling. 

“I will do what I have to do to keep my people safe. (Y/N)-”

“I think I understand now,” your expression was blank, your voice having calmed. “The whole time you were raising me, telling me that I would be the one to take your place one day, it was all lies. You just wanted me around to be a god’s bitch. Thank you very much for the warning, Mother.” You turned and pushed past Diana and her friends.

“(Y/N), you do not have permission to leave,” your mother called. 

“I think we are way past pleasantries and permission, Mother. I did not give permission to be used as a conduit, yet I am.” You walked out of the room and out of the palace. You took your horse and ran until you were sure your mother wouldn’t find you any time soon. 

You should not be mad at your mother. I am the one who asked her to keep this from you until you were ready. She was planning to tell you soon. “Kindly keep your thoughts to yourself.” I never planned to use you. I will not take over your mind and make you do something you do not want to do. I plan to keep you safe, enhance your strengths. I plan to coexist with you so that your people continue to live on. 

“My people? I do not belong here. As for you, I still never gave consent to be your conduit. I had no choice in the matter. It was taken from me.”

You can sulk all you want, it does not change the fact that we are bound. 

Before you can reply, the leaves rustle behind you. “It is just me, (Y/N),” Diana called. “I remember that this was your favorite place to come if you were upset when you were little.”

“Were you in on it?”

Diana sat next to you. You shook her hand off as soon as she tried to put her arm around you. She looked at you and sighed. “I did not know until today when Mother and I were talking about the battle plans.”

“So she plans to use me in a battle as well? This day keeps getting better,” you ground out.

You and Diana sit in silence. You watch the ocean crash on the rocks below with your arms wrapped around your knees. “I do not want to be the only thing keeping Themyscira from ceasing to exist,” you whispered after a while. “It has to be a mistake,” you added.

Diana successfully pulled you to her. “I understand the pressure you feel. It was not right that you were not given a choice. But it was no mistake,” she stated. You turned your head to look at her. “You are one of the strongest women I have ever met. You are strong willed and capable of handling the most stressful events. You take responsibility seriously but still know how to have fun. You are capable of turning what you see as a curse into something great. Something useful.”

You both went back into an easy silence as you thought over what Diana had said. You stand as the sky begins to darken and Diana does the same. “I want to be a part of the battle plans you were talking about. I refuse to be sidelined. I could help.”

3 Weeks Later

Slowly your sisters started to act normally around you again. After Zeus had bound to you, your sisters walked on eggshells around you. You finally felt normal again when Darkseid’s forces made their appearance. You stood from your perch on the palace steps and watched as the parademons descended. You turned to your communicator and waited for Diana’s face to pop up. “Parademons in Themyscira. I hope you are ready for battle,” you stated before looking back at your communicator. 

“Diana is already on her way. We will be following shortly,” Batman affirmed. 

“We will hold them off until then,” you replied.

The battle cry went up and you started the battle of your lives. You had never seen a creature like them before. They were able to manipulate energy, take over a person’s body and create a new parademon, fly, adapt to their environment, breathe fire, and self destruct. You watched many of your sisters fall to the army before Diana was in front of you, letting you know she and the cavalry were here.

More parademons kept flying in. There was no end to them. Cuts and bruises littered your body as you finished off yet another group of parademons. “Now, (Y/N),” Diana called. 

Are we obliterating all of the parademons at once now?

“Yes,” you replied as the electricity circled your body and flowed through it. Your eyes turned a bright blue as the energy built up. You paid no mind to the parademons around you as the energy kept them away. “For Themyscira,” you shouted as the energy was released. 

Your feet touched the ground as you looked around at the warriors slowly getting up. That seemed too easy, Zeus sighed. 

“It did,” you responded. At Diana and Batman’s confused glances you relayed Zeus’ thoughts. 

“That’s because it’s not over yet,” Superman pointed to the portal in the sky as more parademons came out along with their creator, Darkseid. 

“What does he want,” you asked. 

“Total world domination, to make everyone a slave and reshape the universe,” Flash stated. 

“I do not think that wise,” you responded. “This is going past what we have planned for.”

“Improvise,” Nightwing shrugged. 

“Yes, because all great battles are won with improvisation, Bird,” you rolled your eyes as you felt Zeus pulling the energy from the air to make the lightning. “I have a god on my side, I will take Darkseid,” you sighed. 

Before you could fly off, Batman grabbed your wrist. “He is stronger than anyone you have ever fought. It would be suicide to go against him alone,” he growled. 

You smirked slightly, “I am just improvising as your colleague suggested.” You released your arm from his hold and shot towards Darkseid, bypassing most of the parademons. You pushed yourself faster and willed the electricity to build up in your hands that were pointed in front of you. You were hoping that your momentum and the electricity that would be released upon impact would at least knock the giant down for a minute. 

You avoided his arms and hands and made contact with his chest, center mass. As you had hoped, he did fall but he almost immediately got back up and threw you into the ground. “I must admit, you took me by surprise.” You moved out of the way as an energy blast came towards you. 

“What do you want,” you asked. You hovered in front of his face, arms crossed. 

“To enslave your people and use them in my plans to rule the universe. You also have an artifact that would ensure I take the planet easily with minimal loss to myself.” 

“Do you tell all your enemies your plans?” 

“Only because I know you will never be able to stop me.” 

“I think you underestimate us,” you replied with a bored tone. “We will take you down.” You moved out of the way as Superman hit Darkseid center mass, sending him flying. 

“Nice distraction tactic,” he stated as he floated next to you.

“I improvised,” you responded, sending lightning raining on Darkseid who just stood up as if nothing was attacking him. “Though I am not liking the looks of this. I have to find the artifact he wants before he does.” 

Before Superman could reply, you’d flown off in search of your Mother. You found her with Diana and a couple other Leaguers, fighting off Parademons. You used Zeus’ lightning to give them all breathing room as you landed. “He is looking for an artifact that will ensure he takes the planet easily. Mother, do you know where it is.” 

“There is no way he could obtain it,” she responded. 

You clench your fist and jaw. “Even with a god on my side, Darkseid seems impossible to beat. I have no doubt he will find what he is looking for. If I could get it before he does-”

“If you bring it out, he will retrieve it,” she cut you off. “He will not get it where it is now.”

You let your anger out on the parademons that had approached again, keeping up an electrical barrier as you talked with your mother. “You will tell me where it is and I will retrieve it. I would feel better if it was protected by us instead of off somewhere with no protection. He is already scouring the island for it.” As she started to shake her head, you growled. You grabbed the front of her dress, bringing her closer to you. “I do not have time for your games, Mother. I had no choice in binding with a god but I will choose to protect the artifact with my life so that Darkseid may not use it against us. He wants to enslave our people for his own gain. With the artifact, it will make it easier for him. Tell me where it is.”

“I agree with (Y/N). I could run her to it,” Flash stated.

“It would be better protected with her and Zeus, Mother,” Diana added. 

“It is in the cave. Zeus will know the artifact in which you seek,” your mother finally sighed out. She told Flash where the cave was located and he picked you up.

“We’ll be back in a flash,” he stated before rushing off with you. 

As he walked into the cave, he set you down. “Watch the entrance,” you called over your shoulder. “Zeus, where is it?” 

I am trying to locate it. Walk further in. You did as you were told. Should be just up ahead. Yes, there it is. The ring and the lightning bolt. Those are what you need. I would also spring for Fragarach sword, no armor should be able to withstand it. We could use it on Darkseid.

You grabbed the sword and sheathed it. As you picked up the lightning bolt, you jumped as it absorbed into your body, making a tattoo on the inside of your right arm. It is my lightning bolt. I thought it had long since been destroyed after Hercules ‘borrowed’ it. It will intensify our lightning and attacks. 

You nodded at the information before slipping the ring on your finger. This will help me to grow stronger. The ring and lightning bolt both hold parts of myself. The stronger I get, the easier it will be to defeat our enemies. 

“Should I be worried about you taking over my mind,” you asked.

No, I have already told you that I would not make you do anything you did not want to. 

“(Y/N), we need to get out of here,” Flash called. You arrived back at the mouth of the cave and he picked you up to run you back to the others. 

He placed you down between your mother and Diana. “You could have told me he wanted Zeus’ power. Probably would have been good to know,” you shouted over the battle. 

“We will have a long talk about subordination when this battle is finished.” You unsheathed your new sword and cut through all of the parademons easily. “You took more than you should have.” 

“It was Zeus’ idea,” you replied as you finished off the wave of parademons before sheathing the sword again. “He is quite happy to be growing stronger.” She took your right arm in her hand, running her fingers over the lightning bolt as the heroes and warriors began to gather to prepare for the next assault. You jerked your arm from her hold, “is this not what you wanted? For me to embrace the god so that your people could continue to exist? The relics help me to embrace. Now I guess I am just a weapon at your disposal,” you sneered.

You used your anger to wipe out the next wave of parademons. With a wave of your hand, lightning struck them all down. “Could you have this conversation after we defeat Darkseid? I think he’s noticed your upgrade in power,” Red Robin called. 

“(Y/N), Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, and Superboy, take Darkseid down hard. The rest of us will deal with the remaining parademons and then join you,” Batman ordered. 

You unsheathed your sword and looked at the heroes around you. “I say we do this hard and fast. Superman and Superboy aim for his shoulders, Diana and GL aim for his legs, I’ll take center mass.” As they nodded in agreement, you all rushed forth. You avoided the parademons as you approached Darkseid. You all also had to avoid his energy beams which proved to be slightly harder. You clench your jaw as the beam grazed your arm. 

You all hit at the same time, bringing Darkseid to the ground. “I suggest letting go unless you want to be electrocuted,” you called out, charging your sword with lightning and quickly bringing it down onto Darkseid’s armor. It barely cut into his armor, but it had the desired effect. “Zeus, now would be a good time for that war ending lightning you have boasted about.”

I will try. 

With you as a conduit, the lightning flowed through you, into the sword and spread rapidly across Darkseid. He jolted with the energy and you kept it up as long as you could before you started to feel weak. You jerked your sword from his chest and flew back, stumbling as you hit the ground. Diana was there to catch you. 

The other superheroes approached and watched Darkseid to see if he had been finished. The parademons had stopped their attack and swarmed their master. Slowly, Darkseid began to get up. “There’s no way,” Kid Flash muttered. 

“With the amount of lightning that pulsed through his body for that long, he should be dead,” Superman whispered. 

“I do not understand,” you added. 

Darkseid laughed. “I, indeed, underestimated you child. You were even able to pierce my armor, none have ever been able to do that. Do not take my retreat as defeat. I will be back.” Then he was gone. 

You sheathed your sword and ran a hand down your face. “He is indestructible,” you sighed. 

“No, you were able to crack his armor and he looked like that electricity you sent through his body hurt him. You just have to do that again,” Nightwing’s perky attitude was beginning to grind on your nerves. 

“Yes, I will just take him on by myself, eventually get my sword to cut away at his armor slowly all the while maintaining an electrical charge like that. Simple,” you growled.

Even at full power I can not manage that, Zeus informed the group. 

“Why do your Kryptonians not find a way to stop Darkseid instead of leaving the whole thing to me,” you snapped. “I am not a thing to be used at your convenience.”

“We aren’t saying you are, (Y/N). He did not mean it that way. So far none of our attacks have worked. Superman hasn’t been able to crack his armor, but you did. If you could put more openings in his armor, maybe Superman and the other’s attacks will have an effect and we can help you to take him down,” Batman placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it slightly. “I would not expect you to take him on by yourself.”

9 Months Later

“Thunderer, B-30,” the zeta tube announced as you stepped into Mount Justice. You had been asked to join the team by Robin, who you had learned had been Batman during the battle at Themyscira, eight months ago. Needing a change of scene, you had agreed and you didn’t regret it. “Wonder Woman 03, Batman 02, Black Canary 13.”

You approached your team members and gave them a small smile. I wonder if they will let us out of here today. I would appreciate time to stretch my abilities. It has been months since we have. 

“Shut up,” you mumbled to the god. Robin side eyed you and you shook your head. 

I am going crazy not being allowed to use my abilities. We can not use them on the others in case we were to go overboard. We can not use them on regular villains in case we kill them. I am getting tired of their rules. You rubbed your head as you felt a headache start to grow. We should go out and do a solo, spread our wings mission. It would be fun. We could even look for Darkseid. We have not seen him in months. You know-

“I am trying to listen to the briefing. Will you shut your trap,” you growled, pausing as everyone turned to you. You could feel your cheeks start to turn red. “I am sorry for the interruption. Continue.” 

It was futile to try and listen to the briefing as Zeus kept talking to you. It caught you off guard when suddenly everyone was looking at you again. You had no idea what had been said. We can do that. We would be happy to, Zeus responded for you. You saw some of the members of the team flinch back at his voice. They still weren’t use to his responses. 

As the team dismissed, you followed Robin. As quietly as possible, you asked him about the mission. “Rob, I-uh. He would not shut up throughout the briefing, can you give me the overview?”

Rob motioned for you to follow him as he got ready for the mission. “We will be doing recon on the Venom drug warehouse. Cobra is said to make an appearance. We need to tag his vehicle to track him to his next stop where we will get more intel on what he and the other kingpins are planning. If things go sideways, you are our cover fire to get those of us at the warehouse out. You will not engage unless provoked or the team is in unknown danger. If things go smoothly, you should not be needed as cover fire. Batman made it clear that he does not want us to engage unless absolutely necessary.” 

You mean we can not even fire just one lightning bolt if we are not provoked, Zeus’ voice was quickly getting on your nerves. 

“No, if they do not need it, we will not fire a lightning bolt. Calm down, you can let loose later on a training dummy,” you growled. 

“Tough day with your brain mate,” Robin asked.

“Every day is a tough day with him. He has not been allowed to completely let loose since Darkseid attacked Themyscira. He is getting, as you say, antsy. Therefore, I get the headache while he complains all day. I am just really tired of it, Damian,” you sigh.

You had known Damian’s secret identity since he had asked you to join the team. He stopped in his preparations and rested a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently. “You can do this. You can get through this and you can put up barriers. You’re getting better at ignoring him. I have no doubt you’ll eventually be able to control the communication lines between you two.” 

“At this point, I would rather lock him in a box and lose the key. As he has grown stronger, so has his thoughts, wants, and needs. It is like living with a toddler, as I am told.”

“Do you think you’ll be able to focus enough tonight with him in your head?” 

“He does not listen to me. I tell him to keep quiet so I can focus, but he never stops. I will be fine tonight. I will pay extra close attention to the warehouse. Zeus should calm down with the prospect of possibly using his powers if things go wrong.”

You watched as he packed more weapons into extra bags. “Is there a reason that only the bats and I are on the team tonight? Should we not have Superboy in case they use the Venom drug?”

He chuckled as he finished packing the bags. “We are the best at recon and staying hidden. With the amount of pressure on the information we need, we thought it best to use just ‘the bats’ as you so graciously called us. And if they use the venom drug, you’re our heavy hitter.”

3 Hours Later

You crouched in the overgrowth surrounding the warehouse. You were about fifteen feet from the main entrance. The others (Tim, Dick, Jason, Damian, and Barbara) were surrounding the warehouse, still in the trees. “What can you tell is going on in there, Thunder,” Dick whispered through the com. 

You tuned your hearing in. You heard what you assumed to be shipments, being moved around. Breathing, clattering of a clipboard. Tapping. “-sure thing. It is all ready to go when you get here. Three minutes? Yes, Mr. Cobra.”

You dialed back your hearing and responded. “Lots of product being shifted around. Machines whirling. At least a dozen people on the inside. Cobra should be arriving in three minutes according to the phone call I listened in on.”

“Hood, Red, and Bat Girl move in. Robin, wait until Cobra is inside the building and put a tracker on the car. Once the tacker is in place, join us on the inside. Thunderer, watch our backs.” 

“Affirmative, Nightwing.” You responded. Why do we not just take them all out in one place? It will get rid of the drug and the one selling it. As your hand started to turn blue your breath picked up. “That’s not the plan Z, leave it alone,” you hissed. 

“Do we have a problem,” Nightwing asked quietly.

“No,” you responded quickly as Cobra’s vehicle pulled up. “Cobra is here.”

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pairing: (mainly) park jimin x hybrid!reader, hybrid!jeon jungkook x hybrid!reader. will probably contain future pairings warnings: male masturbation, blowjobs (m/f giving), panty kink, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, creampie, threesome (m/m/f), reader is biologically female summary: In which Jimin has no idea what he's getting himself into when he adopts you, and he finds both him and Jungkook sexually and romantically infatuated with you. A/N: (most) of the sexual tags will be put into effect in chapters 3 and onwards!

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Jimin adored his hybrid. He would do practically anything for the long eared and fuzzy boy, just to keep him happy. As of recently, Jimin had ranked up at his job- meaning more money, of course, but also more working hours.

Because of this, Jimin feared that Jungkook had gotten terribly lonely. Of course his hybrid had never explicitly mentioned it to Jimin under the notion that he was strong and could take care of himself, but Jimin could see the change in Jimin’s mood and it did break his heart.

It broke his heart so much that he had even considered quitting his job altogether, opting to look around for options that would let him work from home. The more rational side of himself told him that that would be a terrible idea, and that there had to be a better action for his current situation.

“Tae, I don’t know what to do, I feel so bad.” Jimin pouted to his friend over the phone. He could hear Taehyung sigh from the other end, the other boy completely aware of Jimin’s hardships.

“Jiminnie, Kook is a strong kid. I know you feel like you have to baby him and everything, but he is technically an adult,” He paused, knowing full well that since hybrids weren’t exactly equal in society, Jungkook did have a lot more restrictions than he or Jimin. “I’m sure he’ll get used to being alone. Or…” Taehyung trailed off, making Jimin pipe up immediately.

“Or what? Do you have an idea? Please tell me, Taehyungie.” Jimin said earnestly, making his friend laugh on the other end of the phone.

“I’m not saying that I recommend it at all, but if worse comes to worse you could always get another hybrid. There’s a lot of things to consider when it comes to that, though- so just be careful if that’s the course of action you want to take.” Taehyung told him, making Jimin hum thoughtfully. The two exchanged some brief news before telling each other goodbye, leaving Jimin to rush back to his shift before his lunch break ended while researching a couple of shelters on the side.

That night, Jimin returned home to see his hybrid passed out on the couch with an apparent pout on his face. There was an empty bowl of cereal on the coffee table, what Jimin assumed to be the other boy’s lunch. Jimin frowned at the sight, picking up the bowl and taking it to the kitchen to wash it out before returning to the living room, draping a blanket over the hybrid.

He didn’t miss the small “Hyung,” That came from the younger’s lips, making Jimin smile. “Don’t worry, Kookie,” Jimin whispered even though the other was already back into his slumber. “Soon, you won’t be lonely anymore.” And with that Jimin left to go to his own room, filled with resolve. He was going to get another hybrid, just for Jungkook.

The next day was filled with Jimin shifting anxiously in his chair, constantly looking at the clock to measure the amount of time that passed. He decided that in order to ease himself of his anxieties and to make Jungkook happy again, he’d get a hybrid as soon as possible.

Of course, Jimin knew that hybrids were people, and because of that he knew he’d have to take extra fees into consideration- not that there was a problem, he crunched all the numbers the night before.

His coworkers had noticed his disinterest with work that day, many coming to him and expressing worry. Jimin laughed and waved them off, claiming he was just ready to get home, that it had been a long week. He didn’t need anyone to know that he was planning to get a hybrid- he despised office gossip and because of that, he tended to keep to himself.

Once his shift ended at six, he sent a quick message to Jungkook explaining that he’d be late due to getting him a surprise. Jungkook sent back a multitude of emojis accompanied by question marks.

The ride to the shelter wasn’t a long one, thankfully. It also helped that it wasn’t Jimin’s first time experiencing adoption, knowing the process due to Jungkook- one lady who was working remembered him from when he first met Jungkook.

“Well, it’s always nice to see a familiar face!” She said happily, tilting her head to the side and showing off a wide smile. Jimin returned the gesture, bowing slightly.

“It’s nice to see you again. Recently, I’ve ranked up within my company and I’ve had to take more hours. I feel bad leaving my hybrid at home alone for so long, so I’ve decided that maybe getting another one could help with that.” Jimin explained, the worker nodding thoughtfully.

“Your rabbit hybrid, correct?” She questioned, getting straight to work and getting a clipboard out. Jimin nodded. She nodded in confirmation, tapping her pen against her lips as she skimmed through the different names of all the hybrids they had.

“I always recommend that when you keep two hybrids, that they’re the same breed- or animal. This creates an understanding and somewhat comforting bond between them… Do you remember what breed he is? This tells us a lot about personality and biological tendencies.” She informed Jimin, making him nod.

“Yes, of course. He’s a Flemish Giant, I believe.” He told her, and she smiled widely. “Of course- how could I forget? I bet he’s gotten quite big, hasn’t he?” She said fondly, warming Jimin’s heart. Flemish Giants were, well, giants of the rabbit species. Jimin knew that when buying Jungkook, but it was never something that bothered him.

“Yeah, he’s taller than me now. Not that he was shorter than me to begin with.” Jimin grimaced, making the lady laugh in response.

“The good thing about your bunny is that his breed is usually calm and docile, so he’ll probably get along with just about anything. However, two male rabbits don’t tend to do well in close quarters, no matter the breed.” She spoke, making Jimin nod with heavy realization that he’d be leaving with a female hybrid that day- oh god, would Jungkook be able to behave? He’d never been around another female hybrid, let alone a bunny hybrid.

“Are you worried now?” The lady said lightly, almost teasingly- as if she knew Jimin wasn’t aware of Rabbits and their biological tendencies. Jimin sighed a bit, clearly somewhat frazzled.

“Just a bit. I supposed you’re going to tell me this won’t work unless I want rabbit hybrid babies?” He said dejectedly. Jimin felt a bit unprepared, he really should’ve researched more. However, the worker quickly shook her head at his notion.

“Not at all. While it is true that rabbit hybrids tend to get busy pretty early on, that doesn’t mean it’ll happen. You can get the new one spayed, or you can get your current male neutered. That, and sometimes getting a not all the way mature female can help your case- usually they’ll bond platonically at that point. And remember, hybrids are part human, and not everything comes down to animal instinct. You shouldn’t worry too much.” She said, taking a deep breath after finishing spewing her information.

Everything she said was like a breath of fresh air to Jimin. That didn’t seem too bad- he didn’t really want to get a child hybrid because he didn’t have enough time to take care of one, and he wanted to get someone who would be closer to Jungkook in age so he would have a companion.

“Alright then, I think that helped. Should we go look?” he asked, discreetly checking the time displayed on his watch. The worker nodded earnestly, signalling for him to follow her as she walked through the hallway leading to the rabbit hall.

Almost immediately, Jimin was bombarded with the sight and sound of bunny hybrids playing with each other. There was a common room that had both sexes in it, something that confused Jimin.

“Males can be with each other for short amounts of time as long as they have their own place to go to pretty soon. We have people out here to guard just in case some of them get out of hand.” The lady told him, as if she sensed his misunderstanding. There were so many hybrids in the room, Jimin found himself becoming dizzy.

“D’you see anyone you like? Or do you have certain personality or physical traits you’re looking for?” She asked him, making him bite his lip. Jungkook would need someone who was easy going- willing to give him his own space as well as cuddle with him. Jungkook liked to bra about being independent, even though he loved having Jimin around.

“I think he’d need someone who’s pretty level headed. He likes cuddling but he needs his own space as well.” Jimin said softly, skimming the area. There were multiple different groups, but from what Jimin could see there weren’t any hybrids sitting alone. Well, there was one.

“What about that one?” Jimin pointed at you. You were sitting in the corner, floppy sweater draping over your body as you dragged your hands along the fuzziness of your ear, most likely to calm yourself down.

“That one… Is a bit different. I’m not sure she’d be what you’re looking for, but she is very nice.” The worker said, eyes softening when they landed on your form. There was obviously a story behind you. “Why not?” Jimin asked, feeling his choice become more concrete despite the worker’s reluctance.

“As you can see, she isn’t the most social. We haven’t had her for very long, and someone ended up bringing her to us from the street. She hasn’t spoken much, but we’re sure she came from an unfortunate situation.” The worker spoke. Jimin nodded, feeling bad for you. You were so cute, and you seemed nice enough. Speaking with you privately wouldn’t hurt.

“It sounds like she needs a loving home more than anything. Can I please speak with her privately? If she agrees, of course.” Jimin said, doing his best to cover up his nervousness. He really hoped you’d agree to speaking with him.

Despite her reluctance, the worker nodded and began to make her way toward you. Jimin observed the way she moved slowly and carefully around you, doing her best to not startle you. You peered at her with curiosity, not shying away from her but making no move to follow until the worker pointed back at Jimin. When your gaze met his he raised his hand to wave at you happily, feeling his heartstrings tug at the way you gazed at him.

He hated feeling like a sap, but you really were the one. Jungkook would love you, especially after you got settled in. The man knew it.

Jimin was on top of the world when the worker came back with you in tow. She led the two of you to another room, filled with two small couches, a table, and multiple pillows. You immediately took a seat and hugged a pillow to your chest, looking at him curiously. He sent you a warm smile, making your body fill with an unfamiliar comforting sensation.

“I’m Jimin, what’s your name?” He asked you leaning forward but making sure to keep his own distance. “My name is Y/N.” You told him softly, doe eyes complementing the furriness of your ears, making you look unbelievably cute.

“That’s a very beautiful name. It suits you.” Jimin commented, making your breath hitch. He’d successfully flustered you, and he could tell. “Thank you.” You told him shyly, smiling a bit. Jimin felt so happy when he saw your good reaction, feeling like things may have gone his way.

“I have another rabbit hybrid at home, his name is Jungkook. He’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met and I think you’d like him. I’ve been working a lot lately, and I don’t want him to be lonely. I don’t want you to be lonely either, Y/N.” he told you genuinely.

Your heart stuttered at his words, having a feeling you knew exactly what Jimin was going to ask of you. You felt worried and a bit fearful, but with Jimin no red flags popped up. He seemed nice- and you tried to convince yourself that his hybrid couldn’t be that bad either. Did you really want to spend the rest of your life in a cramped shelter? Not really.

“Y/N, I’d love to adopt you and take you home with me. Would that be okay with you?” He asked, feeling lucky. You stared at him for a second, hesitating before you finally nodded.

“I think i’d like that.” You said, offering him a small smile before altering your gaze out of shyness. Jimin made a cute noise of victory, making you wrinkle your nose in amusement as he led you out of the room.

“I would like to take Y/N home.” Jimin said confidently, no room for argument. The worker smiled, knowing that you were in good hands. So, she turned her head to one of her coworkers and asked them to gather your things, not that you had that many.

“So you two must’ve hit it off, huh?” She asked as she slid Jimin the paperwork, to which he immediately started speeding through. “Of course. I knew we would.” He smiled happily, glad that his mood had been able to pick up so much. He didn’t feel stressed at all, excited to bring you home and get you acquainted with Jungkook. That, and buy you some more clothes and other personal items. Those could wait a night or two, though.

Jimin’s car smelled nice. It was clean, sleek, and a nice scent card hung from his rear view mirror. As you sat in the front seat, you began to think about how your new home would be. Would his hybrid like you? If not, would Jimin take you back to the shelter again? Your thoughts were startled away from you when Jimin’s driver side door closed, the man settling himself into his seat before turning the vehicle on.

Immediately, warmth flooded through the vents and pleasing music filled your ears. He was smiling as he stared ahead, seeming genuinely happy in your presence. You would’ve been lying if you said it hadn’t made you feel nice. “You’re going to love our home so much. You’ll love Jungkook too, Y/N. I promise.” He said as he began his route home, caramel voice easing any anxiety you were feeling at the moment. You were hyper fixated on him only watching the way the skin of his cheeks would cover his eyes when he smiled too wide how his eyes seemed to sparkle when he spoke of Jungkook.

“I can’t tell you how thankful I am Jimin, I’m sure I’ll love it too.” You said shyly in response. A breathy laugh escaped his lips, pure happiness and bliss etched onto his features. The rest of the ride home was filled with Jimin asking you questions about yourself, trying to get rid of your nervousness while also trying to get to know more about you. He hated to admit it, but with Jungkook he’d taken so long to get to know him. Jimin would visit Jungkook at the shelter on multiple occasions before he adopted him- with you, he decided to go with his gut.

As Jimin escorted you from the car to his home, he signalled for you to stand slightly behind him. You wanted to question him but stayed silent, allowing your new owner to do as he pleased.

After jiggling the keys in the lock, Jimin pushed the door open. Immediately, the scent of Jimin and another being attacked your nose, making your face scrunch before it relaxed. You and Jimin entered slowly, almost as if to warn the other hybrid you were there.

“Jungkookie, remember that surprise I told you about?” Jimin said as he closed the door, making your chest flood with horror. Jungkook didn’t know about Jimin getting a new hybrid? What if he was possessive? What if he didn’t want you around?

Before your thoughts could get too dangerous, you heard footsteps approaching. “Of course I remember, hyung… You wouldn’t tell me what it was- huh? Are you babysitting?” Jungkook asked when he saw you, surprise written across his features. You were instantly mortified, wondering if you looked like a young child. The other one had to be close to your age, if anything a tiny bit older.

“Aish, Kookie… This is Y/N. And no, I’m not babysitting her. Jungkook, meet your new friend!” Jimin said excitedly, throwing his hands up to try and ramp up the mood. You let a small smile steal the corner of your lips as Jungkook did the same, but it was easy to tell the other hybrid was still confused.

“Is she someone else’s? I’m confused.” Jungkook said honestly, a cute pout on his lips. He was just as attractive as his owner- there was no way you’d survive. Jimin groaned, gently wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to both him and Jungkook.

“I adopted her, Kook. You’ve been so lonely with me being at work lately, I felt bad. Plus, three isn’t a crowd- it’s company! And I love company.” Jimin said earnestly, feeling himself grow worried. Maybe he should’ve spoke to Jungkook before getting trigger happy and getting a new addition.

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he nodded slowly, gaze fixated on you. You curled in on yourself as a reflex, finding his stare intimidating and embarrassing. He must’ve caught on, because he sent you a gentle smile.

“....Well. I’m happy to have you, Y/N. I hope we’ll be friends.” Jungkook said to you awkwardly, inwardly wondering if he should go in for a hug- or if it was too soon. He decided against it but it seemed to be in vain, because almost immediately Jimin pulled the two of you into a hug. Both of your cheeks were pressed to them, the sweeter, human scent of Jimin mingling with the darker, muskier one of Jungkook’s.

“You guys must be hungry. How about we have some dinner before we set up your room, Y/N?” Jimin asked you, and you nodded. “Sure, that’s okay.” You said, not feeling particularly rushed. There wasn’t much to set up- one pair of old pajamas, a small dress you were sent to the shelter in, a worn out sweater along with few undergarments and toiletries. Everything fit inside a small tote- the tote Jimin has set on the counter and out of the way for the time being.

“Why don’t you guys go set a movie up while I cook? You can give her a little tour, too, Kook. She’ll probably need it.” Jimin inquired, getting equipment and ingredients for your dinner from the kitchen. Your stomach almost growled just due to the thought of a home cooked meal. Jungkook nodded firmly at his owner’s suggestion, gently taking your hand into his larger one to lead you.

“Come on, bunny.” He said playfully, making you smile at him. Of course you followed him automatically, not even a thought of protest coming to mind. The first stop was the bathroom. Jungkook took time telling you how to work the shower, which products were his and which were Jimin’s, and how you could use his shampoo and soap until you got your own.

That was nice.

“Bunny, this is my room.” Jungkook said to you when he reached a slightly ajar door. He pushed it open fully, allowing you to see into his space. His scent was much stronger there, as expected- but it still took you by surprise. You hoped he didn’t notice.

“Do you like it? It would’ve been cleaner if I knew you were coming…” He trailed off, finding a couple of the lone pieces of clothing strewn across the floor paired with his unmade bed embarrassing.

You nodded your head rapidly, taking every detail. His scent covered everything in the room, so maybe you were biased- but hey, he had some sense in design. All of the colors melded perfectly. Jungkook obviously gravitated toward darker colors paired with different creams and browns.

“I like it a lot. It’s very pretty,” You offered politely, meeting his gaze to show your sincerity. He seemed happy with your answer, because he started to usher you out and continue your tour.

“This is hyung’s room. Mine’s cooler, but if you need him and he’s not around then he’ll probably be in here, or the office. We can go there next!” He told you, shuffling down the hallway before stopping and twisting the doorknob to the presumed office.

It was smaller than the other rooms, but still comfortably big enough. There was a computer desk and chair, a desktop, and a couple machines you weren't sure what to call. A printer, maybe? Deeming the room boring unless it was being used for movies or video games, Jungkook decided to leave and take you to the most important bedroom of all: Your new bedroom.

As Jungkook led the way he told you that the room was originally one for guests when they stayed over, but due to your arrival it would be yours.

“I’m sorry it’s kind of boring, but I’m sure hyung will take us out to get things to decorate it for you. That sounds fun, huh? I can’t wait to see how you make your nest.” Jungkook said excitedly, not even noticing his funny choice of wording. You tilted your head in confusion but didn’t question it, finding yourself growing excited at the aspect of shopping. It sounded glamorous.

“No need to apologize, this is enough as it is. I’m excited too.” You told him happily, making him smile and nod. “Well, should we go set a movie up, then? We can pick together.” Jungkook offered, making your heart squeeze. He was really just as compassionate as Jimin, and for a moment you wondered what you did to become so lucky. Instead of agreeing verbally, you just nodded your head and followed Jungkook out to the living room.

“My personal favorite is Iron Man. Have you seen it before?” Jungkook inquired as he kneeled before he and Jimin’s extensive DVD collection, hand ghosting over the movie in question. You shook your head no.

“I’ve never seen a movie before… If you like it, I’m sure I will too.” You smiled warmly at him, growing excited to experience something new. However, Jungkook only frowned. “Bunny, you’ve never seen a movie before? Oh my God, where were you before this? Actually, no- we’ll watch this one tonight and tomorrow we’ll spend the day watching all of the ones you need to see.” Jungkook rambled, finding himself getting irritated. What was your past living situation to where you’d never seen a movie? He hoped you just had a nice family who didn’t believe in television. Seeing him passionate about your future activities, you earnestly agreed. “Of course, we can do it. I’m excited to see what I’ve been missing out on!” You said, clenching your fists in anticipation. Jungkook went to work setting up the DVD player, dimming the living room lights before settling on the couch and inviting you over.

As you settled down, you could feel your exposed skin growing cold due to the couch being leather. A small shiver wracked through your body, someone Jungkook was quick to notice.

“You’re cold? Why didn’t you say anything? Stay there, bunny. I’ll go get you a blanket.” Jungkook said quickly, not even giving you a moment to respond before he practically leapt out of the room. From the kitchen, you could hear Jimin chortle and Jungkook’s antics.

“I knew he’d like you, Y/N!” Jimin said from the other room, making you positively filled with embarrassment. You were too shy to say anything back, so you just groaned and buried your face in your hands. Within a couple moments Jungkook was back clueless as ever, fluffy blanket in tow.

“This one’s my favorite. I don’t even let hyung use it, so it’s kind of a big deal. It’s big, too, so we can share!” Jungkook told you, staring for a moment to see if you would make any kind of protest. Even though you were fairly shy to be so close to the other hybrid you kept your mouth shut, offering him a curt nod.

The boy sat beside you giddily, throwing the blanket across both of your laps and putting in extra effort to tuck it around your bodies before he pressed play on the movie remote. The TV immediately stole your attention away. You watched in awe as the movie began roling, a whole new world opening up before you.

Jungkook watched you intently, feeling honored to see your reaction to seeing a movie for the first time- not that you noticed, of course. He was sure it’d been more than a minute since you’d last blinked.

You made it about half an hour into the movie before Jimin came in, claiming dinner was ready.

“Hyung, it’s Y/N’s first movie! Can you pleeease bring the food in here so she doesn’t have to stop watching?” Jungkook pouted, finally letting you tear your eyes away from the screen when you felt the male lean on you. Jimin sighed and shook his head but complied, travelling back toward the kitchen before coming back with plates for everyone.

“You’re spoiled rotten, Kook. And Y/N, you’ll be spoiled rotten, too- not that I can help it even if I wanted to.” Jimin told you warmly, reaching over to scratch the soft fur behind your ear. The sudden movement started you a bit but you stilled shortly after, giving into the small euphoric sensation. Being pet was a rare treat, and you appreciated it deeply.

“Thank you, Jimin!” You said cheerfully, graciously grabbing your plate from his hold. On it was a bed of lettuce topped with stir fried veggies, the scent making your mouth water.

“Hyung is very compliant with our diets,” Jungkook said through a mouthful of food. “He always cooks the best and healthiest stuff for me.” He finished, swallowing it and humming in pleasure. Seeing his reaction madde you reach for your own fork, picking out a generous bite and putting it in your mouth. A whimper sounded in your throat, unable to keep itself concealed- the food really was good.

“This really is amazing. Thank you so much, Jimin.” You told him once you had swallowed, demonstrating the instincts Jungkook forgot to have. Jimin sent you his million dollar smile in response. “I’m glad you like it, Y/N. Now eat up- I want you to be healthy, I’m sure the shelter didn’t have the best diet for you.” Jimn inquired, slipping under the blanket next to Jungkook despite the hybrid’s humph of distaste.

You thought back to the shelter and the mush they fed you, the hybrid equivalent of rabbit pellets. A shiver of disgust almost ran through your body, but you were able to hold it back. Instead you opted to nod in agreement, and soon silence fell between the three of you while you had your dinner with a show.

By the end of the movie you were full, sleepy, and happy. The movie was perhaps just as good as Jungkook had said it would be, and the food topped any expectation you could’ve had. Not to mention the nice quality time you spent with the two boys. Despite the simplicity of your activities, you already knew it was probably the best night of your life.

Jungkook cut through your thoughts with a yawn, arms stretching out above you as he sat up. You followed suit, getting up right after the other hybrid did. Jimin seemed to be the most tired out of all of you, eyes heavy as he heaved himself up from the couch. Nonetheless he still sent you a gentle look.

“Are you ready for bed, Y/N? Why don’t we take your things to your room. I’ll tuck you in.” Jimin proposed. You felt yourself grow warm in embarrassment and appreciation at the aspect of being tucked into bed. Through your emotional haze, you nodded. “Sounds great.” Was what you said, following Jimin to the kitchen and grabbing your bag of belongings. When you made it to your room you set it down atop of the covers, looking to Jimin for instruction.

“Do you have any bed clothes?” He asked when he saw your questioning gaze. Honestly, he’d noticed a lot sooner, but it was hard to focus when he had those doe eyes of yours staring so innocently at him. You nodded in response, rifling through the bag before pulling out your old pajamas. Jimin frowned at the set, finding them worn beyond use. “Hold on, Y/N. I’ll get you something better to sleep in.” Jimin told you, leaving you to stand in your new room as you awaited your owner’s return. In your down time you looked down to observe the pajamas, wondering why they didn’t meet Jimin’s criteria. They were old- and there were a couple holes here and there. But they were fine, right? Maybe not.

Jimin shuffled into the room a couple minutes later, hands full of different clothing which you assumed was for you. He smiled breathlessly, setting them down on your bed and signalling to them.

“You can wear any one of these until we have time to go out shopping. These are some shirts, and sweaters if your get cold. I got you some of my boxers, too- They’re clean of course! And much comfier than what you have there.” Jimin signalled to the pajamas that were still clutched in your hands. You put them back into the tote, figuring there would be no use for them.

“Okay, thank you.” You bowed slightly before standing straight again, hands reaching for the hem of your shirt and beginning to tug it upward. Jimin made a noise of panic as he reached out to grasp your wrist, halting your movements. You looked at him with the same big eyes, and he bit his lip.

“You don’t need to change in front of me, Y/N. You deserve privacy, okay?” He told you gently, trying not to come off as if he was scolding you. There was a small pout on your lips but you nodded anyway, not wanting to argue. “Okay, sorry Jimin.” You told him, bowing your head in submission. Afterward, your head was met with the warmth of Jimin’s hand, slowly petting you an threading through your hair.

“No need to be sorry, baby. Why don’t you change? I’ll wait in the hall, just yell for me when you’re done.” Jimin reassured you, walking back out into the hall. You waited for the door to click before you resumed taking your shirt off. The next thing to go was your shorts, then your bra, then your panties. Once everything was off you opted to grab a sweater to pair with the boxers, sliding both oversized pieces of clothing over your body.

The sweater hung down below the boxers, and you were sure that the clothing had to be big on him as well. “I’m done.” You said a bit loudly, hoping Jimin could hear. Thankfully, the door opened without a beat to be missed. Jimin sucked in a breath at your appearance, making you stiffen in worry. His pupils were blown wide, and you wondered if you did something wrong again.

“Jimin?” You asked softly, making the man snap out of his haze while he smiled at you. “Fit’s like a glove!” He laughed, busying himself with moving your bag off the bed so he could pull back the covers. Once they were pulled back he looked at you. Getting the message, you slid under the blanket, allowing him to cover you with it. You peered up at him with a gaze full of nothing but admiration.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Have the sweetest dreams.” He said to you softly, bending down to place a kiss on your forehead before walking away, grabbing your piles of clothes before switching your light off and closing your door.

Jimin let out a sigh of relief when you were finally out of sight. He felt like some crazy perv around you- how were you able to tear him down to nothing so easily? Jungkook poked his head out of his bedroom, looking at Jimin with questioning eyes.

“Is she alright, hyung?” Jungkook asked. Jimin nodded, still feeling his cheeks flushed with color. “She’s more than alright, Kookie. So, what do you think?” Jimin asked as he came closer to Jungkook, your laundry still in his hands. Jungkook caught a glance at your underwear and became flustered, but tried to answer his owner’s question anyway.

“She’s uh, great. I think we’ll get along just fine. Sorta shy, but you know.” Jungkook rushed, trying to say anything of substance. Jimin smiled happily, glad that Jungkook felt alright about you. “That’s so great, Kook!” Jimin pulled him into a hug, your clothing cramped in between them. Jungkook could smell your scent on them, all sweet and captivating, making him practically drool.

“I can go put those in the laundry, if you want.” Jungkook offered as casually as possible, pointing to your garments in Jimin’s hands. Jimin looked down at them and shrugged, handing them off to Jungkook. “Sure, that’s nice of you. I think we’re gonna take her out shopping, tomorrow. She didn’t come with as much stuff as I thought she would.” Jimin told him, and Jungkook nodded before scuffling down the hallway in search of the living room across the house.

When he finally made it, Jungkook quickly closed the door behind him, letting out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding. His mind went back to earlier, how you came in looking so nervous and shy, but eager to please. He thought about how shy you’d be if he did naughty things to you, how shy you’d be before he finally broke you and desperation would start to kick in. Jungkook thought about how sweet you’d smell when you were aroused, slick wetting your thighs with raw want.

Jungkook practically growled, shoving down his joggers and putting the rest of your clothing in the hamper, but keeping your panties. He studied them, already squeezing the base of his cock to curve his already near orgasm. The hybrid has never gotten aroused so fast in his life.

Your underwear was pink and frilly, practically radiating the cute and innocent aura you gave off. They were stained with a bit of slick, fabric perfectly coated in your scent. He brought them up to his nose, trying not to think about how shameful he was being. It was easy to forget when the fabric made contact to his skin, your sweet scent overwhelming his senses.

Jungkook began to pump his cock furiously, only stopping to violently spit in his hand for lubricating before going back to his harsh movements. He grunted, moving his hips in time with his hand as he imagines you under him, babbling nonsense as you tried to comprehend the absolute pleasure you were experiencing. He imagined the pinkness of your pussy, making his cock glisten with your slick as you let him do whatever he wanted to you.

Jungkook would tell you how beautiful you were, punctuating every word with a harsh cant of his hips. He’s stare into your big eyes, sparkling and wet with tears as you gasped for air. He’d flip you over into prime breeding position, telling you in explicit detail how delectable you’d look impregnated with his kits, nice and plump and full. Oh god, you’d be so full. Full of his kits, full of his cum, full of the love he’d give you.

With a final deep inhale of your essence, Jungkook reached his peak. His cum spurted out in hot, white strips, painting his skin and the floor below him. As he tried to catch his breath, he brought your panties down and used them to wipe up the evidence of his activities, pulling his pants back up around his waist before starting the laundry.

Embarrassment settled in when he realized what he’d just done- fantasized about someone he barely knew, someone who would be living with him from that point forward. Someone who already had him wrapped around her finger. As Jungkook thought of you, a slightly horrifying realization set in.

He would be spending most of the day alone with you tomorrow.

[escapingreality1992]

The Competition of Misdirection Ch. 7

Nina’s POV

           Tonight, the girls and I were going to hang for a few hours. By the girls I mean Wanda, Natasha, Carol, and Maria. We planned on going dancing and drinking; not too much as we had an early morning training session tomorrow. When they first invited me, I admit I hesitated, the thought of watching over Bucky more of a priority.

           He had still been recovering from the last battle and I was worried about him. Though, as the days leading up to tonight dwindled down, his recovery had been progressing. He was able to start training again, easing my worry. When Wanda managed to invite me out once more, I said yes. Mainly, because Bucky had made a full recovery. The other reason – or reasons I should say – were to get out of the compound and away from Loki and Strange. Even though Strange spent most of his time at the Sanctum, he would stop by and visit; often this would incite an argument with Loki.

           Yes, I had already forgiven them, but the events of that battle still made my stomach twist and turn. I needed a break from the arguing. Though it had become less frequent, the two sorcerers still were at each other’s throats. They’d shoot glares at each other when asked to stop and the tension would still linger in the room. It was also enough to switch my training at night. Always with Bucky; Clint, Nat, Wanda and Vision joining us every now and then.

           ‘You deserve to have a little fun. Away from the men,’ Wanda had said, the second time she asked me to come dancing. I opened my mouth to tell her I didn’t mind being around them, especially Bucky; She held up a finger silencing me.

           ‘I don’t mean you should be away from them all the time. I only want you to get out of the compound for a few hours. Then, you can come back and cuddle with your Bucky,’ she continued. I narrowed my eyes, which only made her laugh.

           ‘He’s not my Bucky,’ I argued. Heat flamed the tips of my ears as well as my cheeks; Wanda giggling more at my protest.

           ‘Oh, please. I’ve seen the way you look at him. We all have. Not to mention you’re both touchy-feely with each other,’

           ‘He likes the comfort,’

           ‘Yeah, yeah. Sure. You definitely don’t like each other. Please, come dancing. He’s made a full recovery and you need a break,’ Maybe it was the way she said it, that led me to agree with her, but it brought a smile to her face regardless. Part of me still wanted to hang out with Bucky before I went out, but I couldn’t find him anywhere in the building. I must have passed the living room a hundred times when Steve spoke up.

           “If you’re looking for Bucky, he went out an hour ago,” he said.

           “Really? He didn’t tell me he was going anywhere. Usually he says something. Do you happen to know where he went by any chance? Or when he’ll be back?” Steve shrugged and I plopped down on the other end of the couch. I went to reach for the remote to watch TV until four o’clock – a hour later – when Steve intercepted me and put it out of reach.

           “What’s going on with you and my best friend?” he asked.

           “What do you mean? We’re friends,”

           “I don’t believe that for a second. You hang out most of the time. You’re constantly touching unless something forces you not to. I don’t even have to mention the morning you two nearly had sex on the kitchen counter,” he countered. I looked down, picking at my nails.

           “We’re friends. Super close friends. That’s all,” I replied again. I didn’t lie to him. Bucky and I were indeed close, but we hadn’t progressed from being friends at all.

           “Nina? Are you in love with him?” Steve asked. My hands froze and I peered up at him. I meant to answer him; say yes. Yes, I’m in love with Bucky. Your best friend. If I could, I’d ask him to be more than friends. If that’s what I thought, he’d want. None of it came out. The front door opened; our attention drifted over to see who it walked in. Bucky stood in the living room, glancing at us.

           My eyes widened as I took him in. He had gone and cut his hair. The dark locks I was normally accustomed to were gone, replaced by a shorter cut, the top still a bit longer to be styled. He had a shave as well, his face void of the beard I loved.

           “Looking great, Buck,” Steve said, breaking the silence. Bucky only nodded, his full attention on me. The sound of rustling fabric alerted me to Steve’s departure.

           “I’ll leave you two alone. Go train,” he stated. We both nodded, not caring to see his eyebrows raise up or hear his sigh that he clearly wasn’t wanted. Neither Bucky nor I spoke; I looked him over, enjoying what I saw, before meeting his gaze.

           “I probably should have told you what I planned on doing. But then, I wanted to surprise you. I needed a change, Nina. I needed to find a way to begin again. I’ll grow it back if-,” he said, before I interrupted him.

           “I like it. Actually, never mind. I love it. Could you maybe…come sit down?” His blue eyes lit up; his shoulders relaxed with relief. He walked over to the couch, taking a seat beside me.

           “Would you mind if I ran my hands through your hair?” I asked. I never had to ask his permission – in the beginning, I had to, respecting his boundaries – the comfort speaking for itself. This time I wanted to, seeking an excuse to sit on his lap.

           “You don’t need to ask. It’s okay,” he responded. He patted his lap, instinctively knowing what I wanted. I straddled his hips instead, leaning closer to lace my fingers through his hair. Still soft to the touch, I stroked it a few times. Bucky reclined his head back, closing his eyes; his hands came up to hold my hips in place.

           I let my hands drift over his ears to his jaw, tracing over his cheeks with my thumbs. I used a finger to glide over his lips; they parted, his warm breath fanning over it. He lifted his head, opening his eyes. His pupils had dilated, lust dominating his features.

           “Nina,” was all he said. His hands moved slowly up my body, reaching up to cup my jaw. He pulled me closer, our lips almost touching. Closer, closer…

           “Nina. Get ready. We’re having dinner before we go dancing,” a voice chimed in, before Bucky and I kissed. Damn, I thought. I turned to face Natasha standing near one of the armchairs. She smirked; a knowing glance etched onto her features. She walked off, I suspected, to her room.

           “Dancing with the girls? That’s tonight?” Bucky asked.

           “Mm-hm. Why? Do you need to stay?” I answered. Something in his tone set alarms off in my head. He sounded worried. Scared. Of what? I wasn’t sure.

           “No. No, it’s fine. I’ll be okay. You should go have fun,”

           “Are you sure? I don’t want to leave if there’s something bothering you,”

           “It’s nothing. Go with them. If I need you, I’ll call,” he said. I watched him to see if he was sure about sending me out with the girls. Watched to see if he’d give me a sigh, which read ‘No. Please don’t go,’ There was not a thing in his steely blue gaze that told me such a thing. I got off his lap, standing up.

           “You’ll call if there’s something wrong? Promise? I won’t hesitate to come back. I don’t want you to be upset,” I told him.

           “Yes, I’ll call you. Don’t worry. Now, go. Before, they get mad about you being late,” he said, pulling me into a hug. I let out my breath and squeezed him tight. Letting go, I headed to my room to change.

             I showered, quickly drying my hair and tying it up in a ponytail. Still in a towel, I did my make-up to match my outfit; a plum, short, sequined dress. It one strap, the same fabric out to drape down my arm. Once done, I slipped on dark purple boy-short panties and stepped into my dress. I fixed the top to cover my breasts. Sitting on the bed, I strapped on my black heels, the straps lacing up over my ankle and went downstairs.

           Wanda had dressed in her signature red color, a ruched dress that came to mid-thigh. Carol had dressed in a tight white tank top, black leather pants and knee-high boots; Nat in a strapless black dress and thigh-high boots. Maria had on a navy blue, skinny strapped top and brown leather plants, opting for booties, navy in color.

           “You girls look stunning. Try not to get too crazy. Early morning run tomorrow,” Tony greeted us. The others stepped out into the entrance, Bucky giving me a wink after his eyes roamed over my body from top to bottom.

           “Want us to join you? We could have a lot of fun,” Loki asked, emphasizing the word fun. I suppose he meant to address the entire group, but his eyes were locked on me; a mischievous grin twisted his lips much to my annoyance.

           “No. It’s girls’ night only. Have fun doing…whatever it is you boys do alone,” Carol stated, wrapping an arm around Natasha’s shoulders. We headed out to dinner; the local shawarma place we frequented as a team, much deserved fun to be had later.

              “Okay, okay. I think there’s some kind of war going on with Strange and Loki. They’re always snapping at each other whenever I come into town. I don’t know what it’s about, but it’s enough for them to constantly argue,” Carol said, her laugh cutting off. We had been laughing because some guy had tried to hit on Natasha and Carol had spun the red head around to plant a giant kiss on her lips deterring him. He had sneered at us before walking off, giving us a terrible laughing fit.

           “How did making that guy really uncomfortable bring up the magic users?” I asked. I finished up my first drink of the night; a cosmopolitan waiting on her answer.

           “Loki wanted to come with us tonight and I think it’s because of you. I saw the way he was looking at you in that dress. I think he likes you. I think Strange does too. Maybe they’re locked in some sort of competition to win your heart. Also, because before that man hit on Natasha, he was also staring at you,”

           “I mean, seriously, you’re a catch if all these men are lusting after you, Nina. If that man had been Loki in disguise, then I’m certain he would’ve asked you to dance or participate in a one-night stand,” Carol answered. I nearly spat out my drink, wondering if I had heard her correctly.

           “Mm. Strange would have absolutely wanted that too. I agree with Carol. I think they’re attracted to you, but they’re afraid to admit it out loud. They like the sweetest, nicest, and kindest girl of the group and they can’t do anything about it,” Nat stated.

           “You’re both being ridiculous. There’s no way both of them are interested in me,” I said, ordering another drink to stop hearing this conversation.

           “I wouldn’t be so quick to deny it. The way they both look at you or stare at you says otherwise,” Nat said.

           “It wouldn’t matter if they were. We all know who would win in the crush department. A certain Mr. Bucky Barnes, perhaps,” Wanda commented.

           “It’s not a competition. I’m not a prize to be won,”

           “I never said there was competition. All I’m saying is that you and Bucky should be together. You two have a sort of unspoken chemistry anyone would want to have,” Wanda said.

           “Don’t say you don’t know it’s true. Always hanging out together. Touching whenever you get a chance. Hell, I’m positive you would’ve kissed this afternoon if I hadn’t walked in,” Nat stated. Thank goodness for the darkness of the club. They wouldn’t been able to see if I blushed or not. Going by the heat on my cheeks, I most certainly was.

           “I’m sorry. Did you say they almost kissed? When?” Maria chimed in.

           “This afternoon. On the couch. She was straddling his lap and they were holding each other’s jaw. He was pulling her in, not that she was objecting, and they would’ve kissed. Of course, that’s when I walked into the room, before they even had a chance,” Nat answered. I shook my head and silently checked my phone. No messages or calls from Bucky. A good sign.

           “Can we stop talking about my supposed love life and dance?” I asked, getting off my stool before they could object.

           “Fine, but I’m willing to bet you’ll end up together by the end of the month,” Natasha replied. We made our way to the dancefloor, swaying to the pounding of the music. I let go, having fun with my friends. A break was needed, and the music relieved me of all thoughts of Loki and Strange. It left room for me to think only of Bucky. I chose not to worry about him. He was evidently fine. He hadn’t called or texted tonight. It wasn’t until I got back, the nightmares would begin.

              The Winter Soldier tried to distract himself with books, music and, eventually, a shower. Nothing was working. It happened to be the fourth anniversary of meeting Nina, but it was also the same night he’d lost his way to his room. Nightmares still plagued him; memories of what he’d done while he was the lethal soldier. They’d gotten better with her. She had become his comfort at night. Now that she was away with her friends, those same nightmares would build back up. This time, they’d be something new.

           This time he would be of her. Of him hurting her. Not that he ever would. That side of him was long gone. Shuri and the Wakanda technology made sure of it. He supposed they came because he loved her. Loved her more than he could possibly imagine. They would mix in between older ones.

           People he had hurt before; killed before. The images of his victims swirling around inside. Haunting him. Tony’s parents. People who got in the way of HYDRA’s plans. Those victims sometimes were innocent. He stripped down to his boxers, prepared for the sweat that would glisten on his chest. He fought sleep as long as he could, but the dark of his room lulled him to it. He began to dream.

 Around 1 a.m.

 Nina’s POV

           We got back to the compound, slipping off out heels to not wake any of our sleeping companions. Tony would surely be up, as would Bruce, both men usually staying up until 3 a.m. at the latest. Others would be peacefully sleeping unless nightmares kept up others. I managed to stick to not going overboard, knowing there would be an early morning training session in the morning. The other women did not, and they were obviously tipsy. They kept giggling, shushing each other, collapsing into laughter after a minute. I helped them up their rooms, making sure they changed into their pajamas, hooking their phones up to be charged and tucked into their beds. I crept back down to my room to change into a large, baggy t-shirt.

           I had barely slid down among the covers when I heard it. The screaming. Bucky’s screaming. Bolting out of bed, I left my room to go to him. Steve appeared to have the same idea as he walked out of his room at the same time I did. He looked worn out, like he too had been having trouble sleeping.

           “Should I go to him? Or would you rather go?” he asked. We were the only two who were able to calm Bucky and we would trade turns going to him. Most of the time it was me, since Steve tended to go away on missions that lasted a few days. He rubbed his eyes, preparing for me to say him since I’d been out most of the night. Oh, yeah. He’s tired, I thought.

           “I’ve got him. Go back to sleep, Steve,” I told him. He looked relieved, going back to his room. He shut the door, leaving me to go next door to Bucky. I quickly shut and locked his door when I was inside, shrouding myself in darkness. I headed over to the bed, the path familiar beneath my feet. When we first started this routine, I had to use my phone’s flashlight to find him, immediately shutting it off once I reached him. Now, I recognized the path by heart.

           Careful not to touch him at first, I waited until he had stopped screaming to call out to him.

           “Bucky. Bucky it’s me. It’s Nina,” he whimpered, his right hand finding mine in the dark. He squeezed three times, the routine starting to play out. It was now my cue to slide beneath his duvet cover, my body pressed against his back. Next, I slid a hand into his hair, slowly stroking it. He shuddered, turning to face me, the metal of his left arm, circling around me.

           I let my fingers do the work, moving slow down his body and back up again.

           “You’re okay. You’re safe,” I whispered to him. This would take a while. Thirty minutes to an hour at most; it brought back memories of the first time the routine took place. The first night we met.

   Four Years Ago

           Natasha and I were planning on heading out to a late-night movie when I first met Bucky. I had just grabbed my leather jacket when Steve walked in the front door, with someone new by his side.

           “Steve! You’re back!” I squealed, sprinting to wrap him up in a tight hug.

           “I’m glad to see that someone’s happy to see me. Where are you off to?” he said.

           “I’m meeting Natasha for a late-night movie. Steve. You’re being a little rude. You still haven’t introduced me to your friend,” replied, nodding to the man beside him. He had shoulder length dark brown hair and – at that time – the bluest eyes I had ever seen.

           “Nina, this is James Buchanan Barnes. My best friend,”

           “Bucky. Call me, Bucky,” the man said.

           “Bucky, this Nina Hartley. She calms people for a living,” Steve said. Bucky flinched, stepping back.

           “Don’t worry. I don’t use it on those who don’t want me to. Especially not on those who I don’t know,” I said, reassuring him.

           “I’m sorry. I’ve just…been through a lot. The people I…they did…”

           “Bucky, it’s okay. I understand. You’re safe here,” I told him. Though he was still a bit tense, I noticed his shoulders relax a little; the blue of his eyes lit up a smidge and the tell-tale signs of smile twitched on his lips.

           “Do you have a few minutes Nina? Could you show him around the compound? I need to talk to Tony,” Steve commented.

           “I’ve got plenty of time. I’ll be glad to show him around. Follow me,” I said. I took him around to the living room, the kitchen and then to the basement where the training rooms and the pool were located. Upstairs, I took him around to the bedrooms, then to the labs where Tony and Bruce worked. We went by the conference rooms where we ran into Tony and Steve.

           “I gave him the room next to yours, Nina. If that’s okay,” Tony said.

           “No problem. Well, I’ve got to go. Oh, can I see your phone for a minute Bucky?” I answered. His brows furrowed in confusion as he handed me his phone. I quickly typed in my number and name, taking a picture to save in his contacts, handing it back to him.

           “There. You have my information should you need anything. Text me, call me. I’ll come running. Nice to meet you. Steve, glad you’re back. Tony, give me a hug before I leave,” I said. Tony pulled me into a side hug, and I ran off to meet Natasha. I didn’t know how soon Bucky would need me until I got back later that night.

             Nat and I came back to the compound, retiring to bed. I opened my door, flipped on the light and…

           “Turn it off. Please,” a voice called out. Startled, I turned in the direction it came from. I saw Bucky curled up into a ball in a corner of my room.

           “Bucky? Are you alright?” He met my eyes and I saw pure fear in him. “The light. Turn it off. It’s too bright,” he said. He was visibly shaking; it was enough to make me turn the light off. I found the flashlight on my phone, pointing it at the ground and not directly at him; I didn’t want to trigger him more. I made my way over to him and sat down, sitting the phone a few feet away from us.

           “I’m sorry. I went to get a glass of water and then I couldn’t find my room. I panicked when I realized I was in the wrong room. Nightmares. They make me sick. That’s why water…I’m sorry. I couldn’t move,” he explained.

           “You’re fine. No harm done. Is there anything I can do to help?”

           “I want to lay down. It’s hot. Are you hot? I’m burning up. I want to sleep…but…”

           “Nightmares. I know. Can I touch you? I’ll bring you over to the bed. You can stay here tonight. I know a trick that might help if you’ll allow me to touch you,” He nodded and I took his hands, helping him stand up. I guided him to the bed.

           “Do you want me to take your shirt off?” I asked. I needed to be gentle with him. Every person was different with PTSD. Steve needed to be calmed before he allowed anyone to lay their hands on him. Tony needed someone to cuddle him. I’d been that person while he and Pepper had been on a break. Then she waltzed back in, leaving her the job. Natasha wanted me to sit on her bed while she laid her head in my lab, stroking her hair and singing to her.

           I didn’t know how Bucky would react, didn’t know his history. So, the gentle approach, the asking permission each time would have to do. He nodded and I pulled it off of him slowly, taking caution with my fingers brushing his skin. Once it was off, I placed it on the floor near the bed. I asked him if he wanted me to take off his pants. Again, he nodded, and I removed them, leaving him in his boxers. Once done, he laid down, curling up on his side. I laid down facing him.

           “Would you like me to run my fingers through your hair?”

           “Please,” he croaked out. Tears spilled from his eyes; my heart hurting for him. I went slow, combing my fingers through his hair. He reached up after a few minutes and moved my hand to his shoulder and urged me to continue down his body. His breathing was ragged as I did this, pausing my movement.

           “Are you sure this is okay? I can stop if you want me to?” I asked. His answer: a whimper but he nodded. He shifted closer to me and closed his eyes. I kept going until his breathing became steady. Kept going until my eyes dropped until my breathing evened out. Didn’t stop until I too fell asleep.

               My hand continued its path over Bucky, his chest now against mine. He still hadn’t drifted off to sleep, his eyes still on me. He moved his hand until it came to rest on my cheek, four of his fingers on the back of my head, his thumb stroking my cheek.

           “They were about you. Not all of them. I dreamt I hurt you. Nina, they scared me,” he whispered.

           “Sh. I’m here. You won’t hurt me. I know you won’t ever hurt me,” I told him. He inched closer and then his lips were pressed against mine. My eyes fluttered shut and I kissed him back, his tongue pushing its way inside my mouth. His hand drifted lower. Lower until it stopped to glide underneath the hem of my t-shirt. I gripped his hand, pushing back and sitting up.

           “Bucky? What’s happening here?” I asked. My heart was hammering in my chest over what we shared. I worried he wasn’t thinking clearly. He sat up, lifting me to straddle his lap.

           “Do you not want to?” he asked, removing my ponytail holder and brushing my hair behind my ears.

           “I do. Believe me, I do. But…”

           “Nina. What is it?” he asked, scanning my face.

           “Are you…do…”

           “Tell me,”

           “Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, it’s not because it’s the heat of the moment, right? I want to make sure you’re thinking clearly before we…I just don’t want you to regret it in the morning,” I confessed. I winced at my words, worried I might have hurt him somehow.

           “Nina. Nina, look at me. I want to do this. Don’t worry. My mind is clear. I’m not going to regret anything. Not one bit,” he answered. I leaned in and kissed him then, my mouth devouring his. His hands drifted down to my ass, squeezing it. He moved to lift my shirt off, pulling a breast into his mouth. I moaned, automatically responding to him. My hands tangled in his hair, my back arching as he switched to the other one. I ground my core against growing erection, Bucky groaning as I rocked against him.

           Still swirling his tongue around nipple, he pulled my underwear to the side, inserting two fingers inside me. He pumped in and out as I bucked my hips against his palm.

           My walls clenched around them, Bucky pulling them out before I came. He ripped my underwear off and sat up to yank off his boxers. He reached into his nightstand drawer to pull out a condom, rolling it on. He went to stroke his cock a few times, but I shoved his hands away doing it myself. He hardened more, pushing my hands away and slid inside my soaked pussy.

           He thrust into me, sliding down so I could ride him, my orgasm he first denied me spilling over. I continued riding him, faster and faster until he came for the first time. We didn’t stop there, fucking each other a few more times until we came again. I shifted off of him, disposing of the condom, and coming back to trail kisses down his chest. I licked over his shaft, swirling my tongue over the head next. His cock twitched and I took all of him in my mouth. I bobbed up and down, building up his orgasm until he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed, cleaning up my lips before coming back up to kiss him. He flipped me over, reciprocating what I had done to him, pulling me into his arms after, exhaustion claiming us both. We were both breathing hard, covered in sweat in each other’s arms; nowhere we’d rather be.

           “I love you,” he said, throwing me off.

           “What? Bucky?” I asked, but he had already fallen asleep. I let out a content sigh and pulled the duvet over us, falling asleep in Bucky’s arms. A few days later he’s repeat what he had told me, and we’d go on our first date. Things would go well for us, but we would find out something our fellow team mates were holding from us, from me.