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mysticgeekzartz · 1 month ago

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Honey's relationships with the neighbors!

I forgot to do this on her introduction post but I decided to do this with Honey because I thought it would be interesting to explore how her relationships would be with the other neighbors and I'm going to explain how she feels about them because I mean yeah the arrows can only tell you so much that I just want to talk about them because I love talking about my OCs I also decided to put some quotes down that she'd probably say to the neighbors as well hehe

Honey and Julie: So honey is pretty neutral to Julie because there has been instances where Julie had crashed into her window her display case or has destroyed her display case while playing games with Frank She knows it's an accident which is why she usually forgives Julie but it's happened so often that sometimes it can stress her out a little bit when she can be wondering Oh goodness she's playing one of her games again hopefully she doesn't destroy my display case this time 😅

"dang nabbit Julie this is the fourth time this week you crash into my display case can't you play a game that doesn't fling you across the neighborhood I swear this girl's going to give me more gray hairs than an old dog"

Honey and Sally: their relationship is pretty complicated I mean Honey tolerates her but there's also a disdain for her as well because honey thinks she's over dramatic and takes things out of proportion She knows it's in her character but sometimes it's gets a little annoying for her and they butt heads quite often, I like to headcanon that in the last welcome home update with all the audios and the one where Sally is asking Poppy to make her a huge gigantic cake I like to headcanon that she went to honey first but honey refused because she thought it was a waste of cake especially if it was only going to be used on stage and not to care about the flavor and only the design which let them having an argument about it which is why She had to go to Poppy to get the cake and Sally just thinks honey is fake She thinks that she fakes being a southern belle that she isn't really sweet at all She just pretends to be for attention

"Sally, darlin' I ain't going to be wasting a huge cake just for you to vaunt it on stage and nobody's going to eat it now that's just a waste of cake And I ain't going to be wasting perfectly good sweets just to show it off for one of your shows I reckon you go somewhere else if you want a showpiece"

Honey and Poppy: I feel like they would be best friends because they both like to bake I feel like they would have tea parties together and bake with each other especially if honey has a day off from the bakery they just relax and have tea together and of course if Poppy's having one of her panic attacks I feel like she would try to calm her down be like

"now now Ms. Poppy, You can't make yourself, worried sick, Because just like dirt and stains, sugar worries and problems will wash away, now take some breathers before you give yourself an ulcer"

Honey and Eddie: originally when I first made her she was a cousin to Eddie like through their mothers they were related And I still view them as that as my head cannon As you can see they're designs are very slightly similar when you look at them but you can still tell that honey is her own character I've been think they would be very close Because of their work ethic and that they would talk in their countryisms like I like to think they're talk out in public speaking countries and when a random neighbor passes by they're just be so freaking confused about what the hell they were talking about, And they'll just be staring at them like what are they even talking about I also think honey would also make Eddie take breaks because she's worried he's going to pass out or something like and she would always deliver sweets and pastries to his office so he can have energy to keep going throughout the day and she'll always like remind him You better be relaxing or at least come into my bakery for a blonde roast with a bear claw (which is a type of pastry)

"Eddie, You better be taking brakes because if you're tuckered out you'll be just as useful as a sedan chair on a railway So you better rest up and eat them bear claws to give you some energy or come over to my bakery and I treat you to a blonde roast with whatever pastry you like because you deserve a break from all that galavanting around the neighborhood trying to get everyone's mail on time"

Honey and Home: personally honey thinks home is very creepy every time she delivers Wally a baked apple She feels like home is just staring into her soul She sometimes thinks she's maybe overreacting but she just can't shake the feeling that home is always watching her and home senses that too which is why they probably don't like her either but again she always just gets this strange feeling every time she's around home

"I swear every I deliver treats to Wally I just can't shake the feeling that Home is #;&(_#(_!#9&!)_" (that was meant to be a glitch)

(Just a reminder none of that is Canon All this is all head cannons)

Honey and Wally: Honey likes Wally well enough he always is with Barnaby when he comes to the shop and always willing to give Wally a cup of tea and a baked apple She finds it funny that Wally gets confused when he sees an apple pie or an apple turnover, fritter ect So she made it to the point where she makes him a baked apple because it's still in the Apple form just baked So while he won't be confused and can enjoy apple treats even if he doesn't necessarily eat them She does it to make him happy And Wally has made her some art pieces around the shop which she's very grateful for

"Wally how many times do I have to tell you when it comes to making Apple desserts I usually have to cut and peel the apples up so the other neighbors can easily eat them, but for you sugarcube you always get a baked apple So you can enjoy like everyone else in this bakery"

Honey and Howdy: So their relationship is very complicated originally honey was made to be a ship for Howdy in my roleplay which I still do ship them because It holds a special place in my heart and it's just a reminder of how I created Honey That's why it's so special I like to believe that it's all like love-hate between them because they are extremely competitive with each other because their businesses are literally right next to each other So they could be very competitive whether that is seeing how many customers they can serve in a certain amount of time limit or to see how much stock that they can sell Well in this case it's usually bread and pastries store-bought versus fresh bakery made and usually they are very competitive and sometimes they'll even call each other names honey calling him an uncouth con man And how do you making fun of her height or calling her an a northern belle (definition of northern bell: rough diamond. unsophisticated woman. boorish lady.) which usually sets her off but deep down I feel like they really like each other's work ethic because they both work hard and own businesses and they really care about each other no matter how competitive they can get and how much they insult each other and get underneath each other's skin Because none of them takes crap from another she's witty and willing to put Howdy's words back in his mouth

"well Mista Pillar, If I didn't know any better I would say you quite jealous of my shop the fact that people rather buy my baked goods over your overly processed bread and cookies from a factory Well it's not my fault that the neighbors have good taste Darlin' "

Honey and Barnaby: I like to think she like some enough but there are some points of Barnaby that she doesn't really care for for his personality at times she sometimes thinks that he's uncouth and quite rude with some of his jokes but he is a good customer and orders a lots of sweets and sometimes he is nice to talk to you when he's not being a complete jerk with his jokes

"Barn I know you like your jokes hun, but I run a reputable establishment and I will not take any uncouth jokes about my shop as payment I would hate to ban you Mr Beagle especially since you're one of my top customers"

Honey and Frank: I feel like they would be really good friends as well I feel like with Poppy they would all just bake together gossip and have tea and spill the tea like I don't know why I envision this I might even draw this of them just sitting around Poppy's table while baking and just having tea and just gossiping, I also have a feeling that Frank would come to Honey's place stressed out You know whether it's Barnaby the upset them or Howdy not letting them get groceries Because He didn't tell a good joke I have a feeling that honey would give him a friend's discount because she knows that Frank can have trouble with payment jokes and the type of payment that she gets from him is the tea the gossip so she'll be like gossiping and listening to his woes while he drinks a mocha with some custard that she made homemade for him because she knows He loves some custard

"Frank, sugar how many times am I going to tell you if You keep giving that dog so much attention He's just going to keep going You keep egging him on every reaction The more reactions you give him the more power he has over you Just take a deep breath and try to ignore him cuz once he realized that You won't even give him the time of day for a reaction he'll get bored and he'll leave and bother someone else keep that in mind shug"

So that's Honey's relationships with all the neighbors and how I would feel like she would talk to them I am planning on doing this with all my OCs I hope you enjoyed this I had a lot of fun making this and I actually laughed a lot while thinking about how honey would reply to some of the neighbors lol To be honest half of these I want to make comics for but I'm not a good comic maker but one of these days I got to illustrate these interactions lmao And I will say this again none of this stuff is canon this is just how I would think my OC would interact with all the other neighbors

#welcome home oc #welcome home #puppet oc #welcome home arg #artists on tumblr #Honey's relationships with the neighbors #OC relationship chart #relationship chart #I like to thank Honey is quite the gossiper #people go there to get tea and to spill tea #I love how she could be sweet and spicy #who doesn't love a southern belle with thorns

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catsafarithewriter · 2 years ago

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Learning other people’s weird New Year’s Eve tradition, with characters of your choice?

A/n: One new years ficlet coming right up! Thanks for sending this, this was a great way to break in the writing muscles for the new year. This ficlet has Haru & the Bureau (as usual set quite a few years after the movie) and hopefully makes folk smile :)

Given that the Bureau was various levels of Western, feline, and - you know - immortal, Haru was under no illusion that they'd necessarily celebrate New Year the same way she would.

Of course, she had still expected something.

What instead she had received were vague answers that were aiming for nonchalant and instead ended up ominously cryptic.

Toto had told her the Bureau closed over New Year.

Muta said they organised their sock drawers (a bold faced lie when only a third of the Bureau actually possessed socks).

And Baron had somehow managed to elude giving an answer at all, which was the most suspicious of replies, instead turning the conversation round onto Haru's plans instead. That had made Haru wonder whether they had secretly planned to crash the New Year party she was going to (and she would be lying if she said she hadn't imagined Baron sweeping her up into a romantic kiss upon the turning of midnight) but the party had started and the clock was ticking, and there was still not a hint of the Bureau.

Something was afoot.

And where the Bureau was involved, usually that foot belonged to a yeti. Or sea monster (if they had legs). Or a ghost (if they left footprints).

Her shenanigan senses were tingling.

And so, with the turn of the year rapidly approaching, Haru made her apologies and slipped out into the brisk December air with her suspicions set securely on the Bureau.

"You know," she said as she crossed the Bureau's threshold and sidestepped the various debris littering the floor, "I really shouldn't be surprised anymore." She stared down at the fluffy white bunny. It was remarkable in several ways. The first was that it was a bunny rabbit. The second was that it was about the size of Baron's teapot. And the third was that it was wearing a grey morning suit and top hat. "Please don't tell me that's you, Baron."

Rabbit-Baron looked guiltily up at her. "Happy New Year, Haru."

"Thanks. You too." Haru wasn't sure what the polite period of time was before you could ask someone why they had suddenly changed species, but she reckoned one bout of smalltalk was probably enough. "Why are you a rabbit, Baron?"

"Oh, no reason," Muta said from where he was rifling through a cupboard. "He just cheesed off a zodiac spirit some years back."

"It was hardly intentional," Baron grumbled. "We were on a case."

"Yeah, and you crashed their big New Year party."

"And now every year you turn into a rabbit?" Haru hazarded.

"Every 31st December he turns into the zodiac animal for the new year," Toto said.

"Oh man, you should've seen the year you first found us," Muta chortled. "Year of the Horse. We nearly didn't find the figurine in time."

"Figurine?" Haru echoed.

"The spirit thought it'd be funny to turn the curse into a game," Baron said, "so somewhere in the Bureau is a small wooden carving of my current animal, and I have until midnight to locate it."

"And if you don't?"

"Then I remain in my current form until the zodiac New Year," Baron said.

"So... a month."

"About that, yes."

"And it can be anywhere in the Bureau?"

"Anywhere," Toto confirmed.

Muta snorted. "One year it was in Baron's hat and we nearly missed the deadline 'cause of it."

Haru glanced at her watch.

11:45pm

"Well then," she said, "we'd better get looking."

11:51pm

"You know, some people have wild parties on New Year's Eve or sing songs," Haru said as she swept a hand blindly beneath a bookcase. Her fingers snagged on something and she triumphantly pulled out... a pen. She dumped it with the rest of the rapidly growing trashheap. "Only you, Baron, would have a tradition of the world's most stressful treasure hunt."

Baron was doing his best to help, but was consistently hindered by his lack of opposable thumbs and height. He nosed his way through a lower shelf and knocked several books off. "Rats. Haru, I appreciate your help, but I really feel you should be celebrating the New Year with friends--"

"I am." Haru leant over and righted the wayward books. "Honestly, I don't know why you didn't tell me about this earlier. I could have helped right from the start."

Baron mumbled something.

"What?"

"I didn't want you to see me like this," Baron repeated.

"Adorably fluffy?" Haru offered. She grinned and only just managed to curb the desire to pet him. "Baron, you'll always be the dashing hero who swept me off my feet. No matter how long your ears are."

11:57pm

Haru opened a cupboard door. The last time she'd checked, it'd been filled with crockery. Now it had jam jars stacked as far as the eye could see.

"I don't think this is a game we can really win if the Sanctuary is forever changing," she said balefully.

"Three minutes and counting!" Toto called.

Haru glowered at the cupboard and began searching through the jars.

11:59pm

"Face it, Baron," Muta grumbled, collapsing down on the sofa. "Yer gonna be a bunny for the next month."

"There's still a minute," Haru said.

"43 seconds," Toto amended helpfully.

"It has to be somewhere," said Baron.

"Have you checked your hat?"

"Of course I've checked my hat, Muta."

All the same, Baron double checked.

Haru collapsed down on the sofa beside Muta. The late hour was beginning to get to her, and she only listened to the rest of the Bureau and their varied attempts at consoling Baron.

"Out of all the animals, at least a rabbit isn't too bad."

"Yeah, if our next client is a magician, at least you'll be able to help with the act."

"Muta!"

"What?"

Haru had been so intent on helping Baron that she hadn't even gotten as far as removing her coat. She now slouched in it, and it bunched up around so that she didn't look too different from Baron and his fluffed up appearance. She slipped a hand into a pocket, hoping that her house keys hadn't dropped out during the searching, and her fingers brushed something...

Oh.

"Would you say that I'm part of the Bureau?" she asked, breaking up whatever fight Toto and Muta had been building up to. She found herself the sole centre of attention. Somewhere, a countdown began.

"Of course--"

"Couldn't get rid of yer if we tried--"

"You'll always have a place here, Haru--"

"Oh," she said. Her cheeks reddened from the abrupt surety of the answers – although it looked like the Sanctuary had already decided in her favour anyway.

"Why do you ask?" queried Baron.

She fished out a tiny wooden rabbit from her coat pocket and dropped it into Baron's paws.

There was a hasty sort of poof, and regular Baron was suddenly sat on his desk.

"No reason," she said.

#the cat returns #tcr ficlet #cat writes #writing this was like putting comfy old slippers back on #ahhh tcr my beloved #sorry for the lapse in writing #i havent had much energy to work on anything longer than. well. *gestures to above post* this #but this was fun! and hopefully fun to read too!

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leiflitter · 1 year ago

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Answering the Tav!Companion questions because Companion!Els is living rent-free in my head.

Questions are from here:

Answers are under the cut! IT'S LONG. But she's worth it!

General

Where can your Tav be recruited? Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region? Or are they not recruitable until a later act?

Els can be found in the Blighted Village. She's been cornered by Lump and his pals, and has challenged them to a game of riddles- if she wins, she walks. If they win, she's dinner. However, they're at an impasse- Lump thinks Els is cheating. Els thinks Lump is bad at riddles.

To recruit Els, you need to save her from them- either by mediating (if you solve it without conflict, you get a bonus to her approval) or killing the ogres.

Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?

Gale: How intriguing- I've never had the opportunity to study Bardic Magic up close. Perhaps she'll let me take a look at that lute?

Wyll: A Bard? I hope any songs she pens about us are flattering- but not too flattering...

Astarion: I'm sure it's perfectly lovely, but you don't know where it's been- must we pick up such unrefined strays?

Shadowheart: Don't expect us to be friends just because we're both half-elves. We clearly have nothing in common.

Lae'Zel: Why is this bard so scrawny? Those who gather knowledge for my queen's libraries are prime examples of Gith- the better to pry understanding from the most grasping hands.

Karlach: Aww! Her lute's as big as she is! Can we keep her? Can we?

Does your Tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?

Gale: Talk about a memorable first impression- I wonder if he could teach me to pop out of a rock like that.

Wyll: Somehow he's taller than I thought he'd be from the ballads about him- but if they're even half true, he's a good 'un.

Astarion: Do you think he's gone outside? Ever? Paler than the belly of a fish!

Shadowheart: Clerics are always handy- I'm sure she'll warm up. Or, well, I hope she will.

Lae'Zel: Oh, she's a prickly one! I like her- I bet she'll stab me before the tenday's over, though.

Karlach: Look at those arms! She was made for hugging- shame she's on fire.

Halsin: I'll get a sore neck trying to look him in the eye. Reckon he'll carry me if I ask?

What sort of general actions raise or lower their approval?

Raise approval:

Solving conflicts via talking.

Slightly silly or cheeky dialogue options.

Seeking knowledge- reading books, pushing non-companion NPCs for relevant answers.

If you help the Hyena in the Shadowlands, that'd give you a big boost.

Lower approval:

Prying- pushing other companions for information they aren't comfortable sharing/ failing 'detect thoughts' checks.

Hurting non-aggressive animals- if you kill the owlbear mother with Els in the party, Els will comment, "it's a shame- but that wound would have festered. Best she die in battle than slow and sick. Rest well, you magnificent beast."

Siding/negotiating with Aunty Ethel.

Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions?

If you betray the grove.

If you let Ethel keep Mayrina.

Throughout the game her dislike of The Absolute will grow- but if you do too much stuff that sides with it, you trigger a conversation where she asks about your motivations. If you can convince her that you're going to betray the Absolute, she'll stay, but her approval will be harder to raise and she will leave if it falls too low.

There's also an event in her overarching quest that can mean she leaves, but that's detailed below.

Do they have any secrets that can be revealed? What are the prerequisites for this secret coming to light?

She can't read. If controlling her, clicking on any book will trigger speech lines until she reveals it-

"Better get Gale to do that, he'll enjoy it more."

"Don't want a papercut!"

"Uhoh, something in my eye..."

Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?

A cutscene will trigger when you hit a certain level of approval and have explored either the Dank Crypt, the phase spider lair or the Alchemist's basement (or, if you do none of these, it will automatically start at the first long rest after you've entered the ruined temple in the goblin camp- as long as there isn't another cutscene) where she will reveal that she can't read. You can offer to teach her yourself (int check), say you can ask Gale or Wyll to teach her (persuasion check), tell her it's not a big deal or mock her.

If you pass the check to teach her or say you'll ask someone else to teach her, then whether she can read is based on an int roll.

It starts at int. 15 with disadvantage- after you've successfully read 5 books, disadvantage is removed. A further 5 lowers the check to 10- another 4 checks lower the check to 5, then finally 5 successes later- she can read!

The Mischevious Minstrel-

You have the choice to help Els both learn to read and to help her with her main goal- to track down her birth mother. After she confesses that she can't read, she tells the player about her impoverished childhood. She explains that the only things she has to find her mother are the lute she carries and her mother's name.

In act 2, before Moonrise, there will be a cutscene where Els asks you to hold her lute for her for a moment. You get the chance to inspect it, and see a crest burned into the back of it. Baldurians will recognise it as a school crest- a lead in identifying Els' mother!

In act 3, Els' quest takes you to the school, where you find out who Els' mother is- and surprise! She's now Lady Seluriel Gathergarden, and is married to Lord Æthol Gathergarden. Lord Gathergarden is a major donor to Gortash, and they are both in the city to celebrate his big day!

At big fancy party, so dress up. You have a few options for this, so-

Getting in:

1. You can help Els be selected as one of the entertainers for the night under a fake name ("Alz Treesley, at your service!")

2. You can steal an invitation. Several wealthy folks around the city have them.

3. Gortash may invite you if you're playing Durge/you've sided with the Absolute just enough and Els hasn't left.

4. You can gatecrash.

Confronting Els' mother:

1. If Els has been hired to play, she performs a Hamlet-eqsue song about a rich lady who abandons a love-child. She will be given a prize for the best perfomance- alongside some gold, there will be a summons to Lady Gathergarden's chambers.

2. You can speak to Lady Gathergarden directly. You can either hint at Els being there, tell her directly or flirt with her. If you hint, she will ask you to meet her in her chambers. If you tell her directly, she will deny such outrageous rumour and flounce off- but soon after a servant will appear and pass you an anonymous note which summons you to the lady's chamber via a discreet passage in the cellar.

If you flirt with Els' mother, she will automatically respond in kind and ask if you'd like to take a walk with her- while avoiding her husband's watchful eye. She'll whisk you away to her chambers via the cellar- if you go this route then Els and your companions will sneak in and may interrupt you, uh, getting to know Els' mother. If you are romancing Els, this will pretty much invert her approval.

Once Els, her mother, and you are all in the privacy of her mother's room, it's time for a conversation.

Els will absolutely tear her mother a new one for abandoning her and her father. Her mother will start crying, and say that she was young and foolish, but nobody can know.

The conversation can have a number of conclusions.

1. Els' mother promises to start sending money to Els and her father, and you are given a substantial bribe to keep your mouth shut.

2. You can turn down the money if you convince Els mother to stop her husband funding Gortash.

3. You can push for both, with a suspiciously low persuasion check.

If you try to harm Els' mother, she summons ten Steel Watch guards and flees like the goddamn wind.

The final act of Els' quest is the Big Reveal.

You are awakened in your camp by a clumsy assassination attempt. A perception roll reveals your would-be killer to be one of the Gathergarden servants. You can also get this information out of them in the subsequent conversation. Els' mother has decided to tie up her little 'loose end'.

You have a few options to end Els' quest.

If you've made friends with the enchanted printing press, you can get it to print a scandalous tale about Lady Gathergarden's sordid past- and a secret lovechild! The Gathergardens will flee to Neverwinter, having never been so insulted by such scandalous lies.

You can visit Lord Gathergarden directly. To convince him of Els' story, she will show him the lute. If you spared the 'assassin', you can also ask them to back you up. They're happy to do so- the Gathergardens have replaced all their other servants with Steel Watch, and they're fed up with the pair of them.

Lord Gathergarden will be absolutely furious with his wife- and will offer to pay for your silence.

Els will be happy to accept this- you can also see that you want the Gathergardens to leave and to cut funding to Gortash (15 persuasion check). This will help with future Steel Watch quests, as the Gathergarden funds were going towards their upkeep, and the sudden retraction of money leaves Gortash scrambling to sort out the situation.

If you instead choose to fight Lord and Lady Gathergarden, you can- you'll be up against his Gortash Home Security System. His house is fancy and lootable, and you can find the Gathergardens in a panic room to finish the job. If you leave them alive, you're gonna be arrested and brought to Gortash for punishment. However, if you kill them, you can tell your servant ally to tell people that they went back to Neverwinter and shut up the house after taking what they want.

Els' quest endings:

1. If you tried to get it on with her mother and you're romancing Els, she will leave before the assassination. She will go the Printing Press route, and can be found playing in the Elfsong Tavern. She will tell you to fuck off if you try to speak to her.

If you're just friendly, she will actually find it funny that you tried to bang her mother. "All that money and he's got a whore wife, and she a cuck husband. I'd sooner be poor and honest than a miserable wretch like that."

If you went the newspaper route, Els will regret not getting her due, but accept that her mother's initial bribe wasn't bad- "more gold than I ever saw in once place when I was a child." If you haven't spent it, you can give her half to send to her father, which will be a huge approval boost.

If you confronted Lord Gathergarden and accepted payment, she'll say that she's set up a monthly stipend for her father. If she turns into a mindflayer, she at least will know he's provided for.

If you got the payment AND convinced him to cut Gortash's funding, Els mentions the above and will be gleeful over "hitting the Absolute where it hurts!"

If you killed the Gathergardens, she will be regretful, but reason that they'd probably break their word at a later date.

The final cutscene would be a chance to comfort Els over her mother- late at night she's upset about being abandoned, upset that her mother was as awful as she'd thought, and mourning the tiny hope she had of things turning out differently. You can tell Els that she's worth a hundred of her mother, and give her a big ol'hug.

What do they say when the Player Character asks them to stay in camp? How about when the Player Character asks them to come adventuring again?

[You need to stay in camp]

"Guess I'll tune my lute, again... don't do anything songworthy without me!"

[I need you to join me]

"And so the adventurers set bravely forth... what rhymes with forth?"

Does your Tav have any escalating conflicts with one of the other companions, like Lae’zel and Shadowheart’s knife-fight?

Nah- Els is a charisma class, and any disagreements she has will be short-lived.

Are there any unique NPCs associated with your Tav that can show up during the course of the game?

Lady Seluriel Gathergarden - wood elf.

Lord Æthol Gathergarden - high elf.

Hetty - servant to the Gathergardens - halfling.

Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character? (Like Gale’s anecdote about the barfight after you save the goblin prisoner)

Story Specific

How does your Tav advise the player character when it comes to the Dream Visitor?

"Have you never heard a faerie story in your life? If a stranger with a lovely face comes along offering you stuff that's too good to be true- it generally is."

If you go through Els' companion quest, Els will reveal that her Dream Guardian looks how she's always imagined her mother, and it's making her suspicious.

How do they advise the player character on Raphael?

"He's sly, that one. I'd be cautious- even before he did his big reveal, he looked like a man who'd try to piss on you and tell you it's raining."

How do they react to Astarion biting the Player Character?

"... And you say I've got no manners. I've never bitten anyone who didn't ask or earn it."

How do they react to the Player Character letting Abdirak whip them?

"Hah! Bet the patrons in Sharess' Caress'd listen to a retelling of that... don't worry, I won't use your real name."

How do they react to the Player Character taking their first tadpole power?

"I'm not a fussy eater, but blech. I'll pass, thanks."

Will they stay with the Player Character regardless of siding with the goblins or the tieflings, or is it possible for them to leave the party permanently?

If you go with the gobs, Els isn't gonna stick around.

What can they be found doing at the tiefling/goblin party?

Els will be sitting near Alfira, joining in with the discussion with Lakrissa or playing her lute.

Do they have comments on who the Player Character chooses to spend the night with?

Gale: I hope you had a magical evening- I wasn't sure he paid attention to anything other than books.

Wyll: you'll have to let me know if the bawdy ballads are true, but don't worry! I'll keep it quiet.

Astarion: better you than me, pal. He'd probably tell me off for having holes in my underwear.

Halsin: don't say anything. He reminds me too much of my da- wait, does this mean you're my step-parent now?

Karlach: do you need some burn ointment? I have a good recipe.

Lae'Zel: seven hells, you look like you've been prizefighting. Hope you both won.

Shadowheart: about time she got some, I hope it'll loosen her up a bit.

Do they have unique dialogue if the Player Character lets them die when they steal the Blood of Lathander?

"That was abso-fuckin-lutely uncalled for. Owch. You owe me for that."

How do they react if the PC licks the dead spider in the Gauntlet of Shar?

"My turn next! My turn!"

[Keep licking]

"Stop hogging it- selfish, you're not the only one who likes licking strange things!"

What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?

"Oh hells yes, I was hoping you'd ask!"

(Els is EAGER to get up there)

Is it possible for your Tav to be kidnapped and replaced by Orin? How is Orin's deception revealed? How do they react to the PC rescuing them in the Temple of Bhaal?

Yes- it is revealed when Orim absolutely sucks at playing the lute.

Els in the temple of Bhaal is one of the few scenes where she's not chirpy.

"Is it really- is it you? Please be you- get me out of here."

How do they react to the PC either allowing Astarion to ascend or convincing him to spare the 7000 spawn?

Ascend: "... that... that didn't seem like a good idea, somehow. Never thought it, but I think I'll miss our foppish spawn."

Spare: "not sure what we'll do with that many of 'em, but we'll figure it out- the underdark, maybe?"

How does Tav react to the PC becoming a mind flayer? Can they offer to become one themselves? Does their reaction change if they’re romanced?

If Tav turns: "Huh. Tentacular spectacular. Clearly an upgrade from your old look, buddy."

Els will offer to become one, but will ask you to send a letter to her father on her behalf while putting on a show of bravado. "It won't be so bad. I'll finally be tall!"

If romanced, she'll be a little unsure initially, before-

"Well, I figure I'd have loved you if you got old and saggy, so a little squiddy and slimy isn't a problem."

How do they react when the Dark Urge first reveals their amnesia and murderous thoughts to them?

"If you need anything remembering, I'll help- and I'm sure we can find some strong rope and maybe a muzzle... joking aside, I reckon you're strong enough to resist it- if you let us help."

How do they react to the Dark Urge killing Alfira?

Abject horror, but trying to remain calm. "I... I'll remember her song for her."

If romanced, how do they react to the Dark Urge trying to kill them in Act 2?

Els will stay by a restrained Dark Urge and play them songs on her lute.

Romance

Is your Tav a romanceable character? Are there any specific requirements to romancing them?

Yes- and no real requirements.

Does your Tav need to be flirted with to start the romance, or will they approach the PC themselves if approval is high enough?

Els will have semi-flirtatious banter, but flirty responses will initially make her a little surprised/flustered, and will trigger her romance route.

Are they a polyamorous or a monogamous option?

Els is a little of both! Initially she's fine with Tav dabbling around, but will ask if they want to be more exclusive around the end of act 2.

If you sleep with Halsin she will dump you, because "look, I'm not sharing someone with my da, even if he's not REALLY my da."

Do they have a special romance scene at the tiefling/goblin party?

The player sees Els slipping away from the party, and follows her into the woods. You find her in a small, grassy clearing, where she's waiting for you.

"I was writing something about you. I thought you might want to hear it."

Depending on what you've done, she sings a little song about your heroic deeds, ending with,

"That bold adventurer that I call my friend"

If you want to be pals, you can tell her that it's a great song and you're happy that you're friends.

If you want to confirm romancing Els, you can say, "I think maybe you should change the last rhyme- how about- another and lover?"

"I'll have to change the entire last two li- oh. Oh do you, now?"

Does the romance have different branching paths, or just one route to take?

The different branches are to do with Els' end-quest (and if you try to sleep with her mother).

How do they react to the player character breaking up with them, or choosing another character over them?

"No harm done- that's the roving life for you. Just, uh, give me a day or two to get my head in order, okay? Maybe I'll go and get to know [highest approval character that isn't Els/your romance option] better."

What questions can Zethino ask the PC about Tav in the Love Test?

What's her favourite song?

Correct answer: The one that goes like...

Els: My da would hum that while he worked- I can't believe you noticed, I play it to warm up my fingers.

What does Els value most?

Correct answer: Fairness.

Els: true, although it's not playing fair to know me THIS well.

What is Els hiding?

Correct answer: Els hides her negative emotions.

Els: Ouch. But... who wants a miserable bard to serenade them? You can't really blame me.

If they’re poly, do they have a reaction to the PC engaging in a relationship with Halsin?

Breakup. She sees him as a father figure, it gives her a big ol ick.

How do they react if the PC has sex with Mizora? The Emperor? Haarlep?

Mizora: Her? Really? After all she did to Wy- that's low.

The Emperor: that face he wore really got you, huh? Or do you just like sea creatures?

Haalep: Well, you don't... uh... see that... every day?

Will they join in with the PC and the Drow Twins, or no?

"I'm... not really good at playing more than one instrument."

What are Tav’s plans for the future? Do they propose to the PC, or is marriage not something they’re interested in?

She asks them to join her on the road- first stop, meeting her da.

#leiflitter reblogs #leiflitter writes #bg3 tav companion #bg3 oc companion #els woodsley #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 tav

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bhaalswn-arch · 1 year ago

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How do they react to the Dark Urge killing Alfira? (in a scenario where alkas might be accompanying another amnesiac bhaalspawn as their tav!)

Baldur's Gate 3 Companion!Tav Ask List ( accepting !! )

"Bhaal said it was my turn to kill the Bard." His reaction may vary. As I am considering this happens in the morning and not in the dead of night. However, I think Alkas would be involved no matter what. Since Alkas is nonetheless a Bhaalspawn too. So he'll still end up murdering Alfira too, or another person if it happens in the middle of the Tiefling Party.

Alkas: Hells! What did you do?! What did I do?! What-- Alkas: Y'know? It's fine. This is fine. [ ... ] We're literally red-handed. But it's fine? It's fine. Fuck. This is not fine. We'll dump the bodies. Let them go downstream....... I feel sick, fuck. Give me a fuckin' moment. She was going to make a song about us too.

In the morning when the party either discovers it. Alkas: We're sleeping outdoors. Our surroundings are not... adequate in the slightest. Intellect Devourers wouldn't do this. Goblins could've. Revenge as a weapon should not be reckoned with. Or anyone corrupted. Who knows what've come from the crash other than us. Alkas: Other words: Shit is fucked.

( Also Alkas: I'm fucking surprised they're not awake. What shit are they on to sleep through this? Wtf. )

#[ 07 ] ── * ANSWERED ( 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 )#[ 04 ] ── * HEADCANON ( 𝘱𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘴 )

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kiraziwrites · 1 year ago

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dear yuletide writer letter (2023)

These are a few of my favorite things: missing scenes, romantic interludes, reflective moments, epilogues and aftermaths, porn with feelings. I love thoughtful exploration of the power dynamics (smutty or otherwise) between characters, battle couple vibes, intrigue and adventure, extensions of canon worldbuilding, and stories that explore queerness and gender nonconformity. I strongly prefer canon-consistent settings, but canon-divergent plotlines are okay. Any rating from Gen to E is fine, and mild-to-moderate kink is welcome. Angst is great as long as it comes with a happy (or at least gentle) ending, and I love a bit of hurt/comfort as long as the hurt isn’t on the DNW list.

The DNWs: dubcon/noncon; torture or violence beyond a canon-typical degree; A/B/O and alien or magical creature AUs; kink involving ageplay, blood/piss/scat, medical/school/prison settings, or non-standard anatomical features like tentacles and oviposition. I strongly prefer canon settings and canon-aged characters, so no high school/coffeeshop/other historical period AUs, please.

Fandom-specific preferences and prompts below, in no particular order of preference! If you got assigned one of these requests but we happen to share multiple fandoms, pick whichever sparks the most joy for you.

Fandom: The Watchmaker of Filigree Street, Characters: Keita Mori, Thaniel Steepleton, Six.

I enjoyed Keita and Thaniel in the first book, but it was The Lost Future of Pepperharrow that really made me ship it hard: all that delicious angst and pining and misunderstanding and devotion is extremely my jam. I’d really love a missing scene (or scenes) fic about Keita and Thaniel recovering and reconnecting in the immediate aftermath of their departure from Japan, or a post-canon fic where they reckon with the big revelations from the epilogue of Pepperharrow. And while I’m not usually a big fan of kidfic, I adore Six, so a glimpse at the three of them growing and changing as a family would also be lovely. If smut is your writing preference, I would certainly enjoy some character-centric Keita/Thaniel porn, with or without plot, from any stage of the relationship. I'd especially like to see their first time together after the reunion, either while they're still in Tokyo or once they are back on the boat home.

Fandom: Prophet, Characters: Sunil Rao, Adam Rubenstein.

Give me post-canon anything about these two! I just want more of whatever comes after the book’s ending. If you’re up for writing E-rated, I’d love to see what happens immediately after that fade-to-black in the last chapter, or a subsequent sex scene focused on kink exploration (particularly one that builds on the canon hints about Rao’s BDSM interests and experience). But if you’d prefer to avoid anything explicit, I’d be equally delighted to read post-coital cuddling or morning-after conversation, or a near-future fic about these two working out how to be together now that they’ve finally moved past the pining stage. I'm especially interested in seeing Adam coping with the aftermath of his grief and the uncanny nature of Rao's resurrection, and Rao reckoning with what he's come to understand about the depth and duration of Adam's feelings for him (that moment in when he realizes "he's done real damage there"—how does he make amends?) While I enjoyed the book's worldbuilding, the draw for me here is the dynamic between these characters, and I would prefer a strong focus on their relationship.

Fandom: The Last Binding Series, Characters: Violet Debenham, Maud Blyth.

I loved A Restless Truth and need more fic about the Boat Lesbians (even if only one is technically a lesbian and they are no longer on the boat). I will be reading A Power Unbound the day it drops, so feel free to involve its protagonists and plot developments! I’d like the focus to be on Maud and Violet, but Hawthorn and Ross are welcome to crash the party (and Robin and Edwin cameos are also fine, unless it’s a sex party, in which case they should probably keep their distance). Some ideas: if you want to write smut, I’d love to see Violet follow up on her promise to introduce Maud to the possibilities of strap-ons, or further exploration of those glimmers of interest in bondage and sensation play. I would also definitely enjoy a threesome/moresome involving Hawthorn and Ross (perhaps they decide to restage the encounter Maud interrupted? or some other voyeurism scenario?) If smut is not your jam, I'd love a fic of their next meeting(s) after the voyage, or missing scenes about what they're getting up to while offscreen during the events of the third book, or a post-canon fic about what happens afterwards. I'm particularly interested in seeing how they negotiate the leap from the hothouse intensity of their boat affair to something more long-term, especially given Violet's baggage and Maud's lack of relationship experience.

#yuletide 2023 #dear yuletide writer letter

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years ago

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Friends with Added Benefits

Part one of ?

Warnings - smut / daddy kink / breeding kink

You and Cillian had been working together on Peaky Blinders since the beginning- it had become a FWB situation at the end of Series 4 after a drunken kiss at the wrap party. Both of you had kept it completely secret, hooking up solely while you were filming series 5 and living out your own lives the rest of the year, but what happens when things take an unexpected turn as series 6 begins filming?

A/N - Cillian is single, and has no children. Reader is in her early 30s, and plays Tommy Shelby's wife.

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby

You sat on the floor of the bathroom and took a deep breath. Now or never y/n... A sudden voice jolted you from your thoughts.

"Y/n, you in there?" What the fuck was he doing here? How did he get into your apartment?

"Sorry, yeah.. I'll be out in a minute..." You flushed the toilet and quickly hurried out of the bathroom.

Cillian greeted you with a warm smile, sat on your sofa with the TV remote in his hand already flicking through the channels.

"You left the door unlocked - came in to make sure you were okay, you seemed a bit off onset today?" He patted the sofa next to him for you to sit down.

"Sorry... Just a bit tired I guess, only been back a day and I'm done already!" He lifted an arm to pull you into and you happily accepted the invitation.

"So series 6 then.. the last one," you sighed, curling your legs over his.

"Yep. Only gotta put up with me for another 16 weeks and you're free to do as you please. Or who you please at least," he kissed the top of your head and chuckled, you feigned your own chuckle in response. You knew this was just a 'filming only hook up', but you couldn't help but feel a bit sad. You'd looked forward to Peaky restarting again the second each series had finished. You knew though, that there was no tying Cillian Murphy down - other women had tried, but he was a happy, carefree bachelor. You'll make the most of the next 16 weeks together and move on.

Before long his fingers made their way over your hips, circling slowly as they crawled over your stomach.

"Does our agreement still stand or do I need to stop?" He whispered, sending a shiver down your spine.. that fucking accent...

"I'm single again, if that's what you're asking me.."

"Again?"

"I was seeing someone.. I ended it a month ago." He pulled back slightly.

"Sorry y/n.. were you with him long?"

"Just a few months, nothing serious it was just a casual type thing. He decided he couldn't compete with Thomas Shelby."

"You told him about us?!"

"No, the rumours have been flying for YEARS Cillian! He wouldn't believe me when I told him it wasn't true.."

"That's because it is true, and you're a terrible liar!" He smirked, before pushing your body down on the sofa, covering it with his own.

"He'd certainly have his work cut out for him wouldn't he?" You smirked back. "You gonna show me what I've been missing Mr Murphy?"

"I absolutely am Miss y/l/n... But let me shower first? I'm still wearing the makeup from earlier and it's pissing me off!" He kissed you lightly on the nose before grabbing one of your towels out the cupboard and heading into the bathroom.

He came out 10 minutes later, towel wrapped round his waist and stood next to the sofa, brow furrowed.

"What's this for y/n?" You looked up and your heart sank. In his hand was the pregnancy test box you'd hidden in your cabinet - clearly not hidden too well.

"Well it isn't for baking cakes Cill..."

"Are you pregnant?"

"I don't know yet, I haven't taken one.."

"Well what are you waiting for? Come on." He took your hand and handed you one of the tests. "Go do it. Now." You couldn't help but laugh at his insistence and went to pee on the stick.

Coming back out with the test in your hand two minutes later, you held it up to show him, tears in your eyes as your chin wobbled. He was pulling his jeans back on as he took the test from you.

"Okay well now I'm confused? It's negative - why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying, I'm fine.." you choked, wiping your eyes on your sleeve.

"Come on, y/n... What's wrong?" He pulled you over to the sofa and sat you down, squeezing your hands, worry written all over his face.

"You wouldn't understand Cillian, just leave it okay?"

"Did you want it to be positive?" You looked into his eyes and burst into tears, nodding. "You wanted his baby?"

"It wasn't that.. Cillian I'm 32 years old. Kinda thought I'd be married with a kid or two by now you know? I'm sorry okay, I'm just being stupid..."

"What's stupid about wanting children of your own?"

"Because I'm never going to have it am I?"

"Says who?" You took a deep breath.

"Look it's crazy okay, I'm just hormonal and crazy..."

"Okay you're not crazy y/n. Pretty sure it's normal to want children and marriage, I'm just an oddball!" He laughed. He'd made no secret of the fact he had no paternal instincts at all.

"Thing is... I don't want marriage. Not even a relationship.. just a baby. Still think I'm normal?"

"You might struggle there y/n.. I don't need to have 'the talk' with you, do I?" He smirked.

"No Cillian I'm well aware.. I was thinking of adoption maybe, or a sperm donor?"

"Admirable for the adoption route. Terrifying for the other one, you could end up with anything..."

"True. Kinda leaning more towards all of that though.. the feeling of carrying my own baby is just.. it's exciting I guess. I'm freaking you out, aren't I?"

"Strangely.. no. In fact, I have an idea."

"What?"

"You want a baby, but not a father, right?"

"Right."

"The dad doesn't need to be involved at all, ever, yeah?"

"Nope, never. I don't need help emotionally, financially, nothing."

"Well let's make a baby then." Your neck nearly snapped with the force you looked up at him.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?!"

"I have exactly what you're looking for, right? I have decent genes, copious amounts of sperm as you know very well," he smirked. You weren't laughing though.

"You're insane, you can't possibly think this is a good idea?"

"Why not? You've made it clear that you're not interested in a relationship - that's one of my boxes ticked. I get to have sex with you without a condom - second box ticked. I get to fuck a pregnant woman - third box ticked. Kinda been a fantasy for a while..." You raised an eyebrow at his last admission.

"Do we have a daddy kink, Cillian?"

"Yeah, without the desire to actually be a Daddy. Just the thought of you.. swollen belly.. breasts overflowing... Fuck y/n you'd look sexy as hell..." He made his way over to you, the bulge in his jeans evidence of his arousal at the thought of you being pregnant.

"And you'd sign over all parental rights to me?"

"Just tell me where to sign..." His hands cupped your face gently as he pushed his body against yours, backing you up towards your bedroom.

"No weirdness... No one would know the baby was yours?"

"No one..." He pulled at your t shirt, lifting it over your head before crashing his lips against yours, both of you falling onto the bed together as he pushed his erection against your core hard. Unhooking your bra and throwing it across the room, his lips found your nipple, sucking and nibbling on it as he pulled your jeans and underwear down your legs.

"Fuck.. Cillian.. you need to be sure about this..."

"Never been more sure of anything y/n.. I'm gonna put a baby in you... Let me put a baby in you..."

You gave in when his fingers entered you, pulling forward finding that one spot inside that only he could find. Your hips bucked against his hand as your eyes closed, mouth open gasping his name.

"Fuck I've missed this... Don't stop..." His lips were on your neck, leaving marks that your makeup artist wouldn't thank you for tomorrow but you didn't care in the slightest, the need in you too much.

"I need to feel you on me y/n... Come for me girl..." his fingers pulled harder and faster, sending you over the edge while his voice whispered in your ear. Within seconds of your orgasm he pushed his length inside you with a hard groan, lifting your leg over his elbow. Your nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust his hips, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again.

"Yes... Fuck yes baby fill me up..."

"You want this huh? Fuck you feel good bareback... I can feel all of you..."

"You feel so good Cillian... Filling me up... So fucking deep..."

"Fuck.. I'm gonna come... Jesus y/n..." The sensations too much, he spilled into you, you could feel ropes of his cum deep inside as your walls milked him for all he had. He fell onto your chest, pushing himself as deep inside as he could.

"I'm not letting any of this fall out... Need it to take... Stay on your back." You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling him softening inside you.

"You really want to do this, don't you?"

"If it makes you happy, yes. You want a baby, I want to give you a baby. You don't want a father, I don't want to be one. I see no problem with any of this."

"And if the baby looks like you?"

"Crazy coincidence."

"If you change your mind?"

"About what? Being involved? I won't, trust me."

"Reckon we've made a baby tonight?"

"We may well have done. I still get to fuck you if we have, though, right?"

"Damn right you do - you're giving me a baby, least I can do is give you a pregnancy fuck to say thank you," you laughed as he pulled out slowly, kissing your lips then down to your belly.

"You better hurry up in there, I've got a fantasy to cash in on..." You batted him away laughing as he moved over to collect his clothes. He never stayed overnight, it would raise too much suspicion. He winked at you as you lay on the bed, and headed out the door smiling.

This might just work out, you smiled, curling under the sheets and drifting off, dreaming of your blue eyed baby.

#cillian fanfic #cillian smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian x pregnant reader

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jboofan · 3 years ago

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Chances 14

YN's about to find out that sometimes a gorgeous man can come up with a plan all his own, and it's a given that it'll mess hers up.

Jungkook x YN

Chapter 14 Someone's going to die tonight

Still clutching his balls Jungkook winced as he gingerly wobbled down the hallway, to her room, coincidentally next door.

How the hell didn't I know this??

He knocked loudly.

"Babe, open the door," he started off confident, loud. Still never realising the nicknames he gave his ex-fake girlfriend. Still not understanding how it had come to this.

"Five bucks says she's gonna scream at him," Jimin held out his hand for takers.

"Five bucks? Amateurs. Twenty says she's gonna kick him out." Jin knew the scenario well, having danced that one way too many times with his last girlfriend a few years ago.

"How do you know that?" Taehyung asked a little clueless. "I'm not participating in such a thing."

"Been there, done that, brought the t-shirt lovey," he explained, a hint of pride in his voice.

"Fifty says she does all that and gives him the silent treatment afterwards," Hope joined the sweepstakes.

"Deal."

The general consensus agreed and the friends peered out the front doors to see what was going to happen.

Jungkook gingerly tried the door again, this time turning the knob the right way and it opened as normal.

"YNah," he pushed the door open and taking a deep breath walked in.

"The lion takes a moment to assess the situation. It appears the lioness is not happy," Namjoon commentated in his best David Attenborough voice.

"I see what you did there," Jimin chuckled, before the frown lines appeared in his forehead. "It's a bit quiet though, I can't hear any shouting, there goes my five bucks...do you reckon she's, y'know, killed him?"

"Did you see that death stare she gave Taehyung before? He started hearing voices and ran off," Yoongi gave a gummy giggle, "I like her," high praise indeed.

Jungkook looked for YN, she wasn't in the living room, but the bedroom door was closed her handbag was on the couch and she'd left her heels on the floor.

He knocked gingerly, genuinely nervous now.

"Babe?" The confidence was gone, leaving him feeling like the scrawny 16 year old Jungkook quaking in his school shoes.

He knocked loudly, pushed the door open, making sure to turn the handle the actual right way this and opened the door. YN was walking towards the door when she saw him.

"I just, I just wanted to take you in. I feel like it's been so long, but you are just so, so," Jungkook clutched his heart, "Timeless."

"Out," is all she said, unbuckling her stiletto in dangerously fast speed, taking off a shoe and aiming it at him, hard.

He caught the end of the heel point as it hit him straight in the chest and dodged the second as it flew past his face, narrowly missing his eye.

"I'm so—"

"Get.out." her eyes were slits as she stalked toward him, Jungkook stumbling back before finally summoning the courage to stand his ground. He had done what he done out of concern, and if he told himself enough times, Jungkook would have eventually believed it too.

"No. I came to the party to see if you were OK."

"How do you know where I even was?" she questioned, pushing his chest hard, hair in her face, fire in her eyes, "Huh? Huh?"

"I may have followed you."

YN scoffed. "You're gonna tell me what to do now too?" She shoved him hard towards the front door angrily.

"How can you say that? he asked quietly, ignoring the residual pain in his ball sack.

"Say fucking what Jungkook-ah?"

She trusted him.

Trusted a man after such a long time, after Kai.

"Stand here and put up with your bullshit? Your lies? You were there tonight, standing there for three fucking hours looking for me. For what? What the flying fuck was so important you had to stand there, and almost ruin the fucking night for me? If you got caught having crashed a party. Worse we were seen together and you ruin my future before it's even happened?

"You're important damn it! I came because I wanted to make sure you were OK!"

"I told you I was going to a party. You can't let me do my own thing? My life didn't start when I met you Jeon!" she was really pissed now, and the other six had already made it to her front door, waiting on tender hooks as they heard every word, especially since the door was wide open, "it fucking ENDED!!"

Jungkook tried not to take her words to heart, but he'd be lying to himself if he said that he hadn't.

"Yeah so I came, so what?" he was raising his voice back at her, loosening and failing to pull off his bow tie dramatically.

"When I told you to stay out of my fucking business Jeon I told you out of courtesy because against my better judgement you forced your way into my life and I accepted your presence, but so help me God if you're gonna fuck about, spy on me and not trust me me then fuck you Jeon Jungkook and fuck your fucking friendship!"

She was screaming at him now, eyes red and full of unshed tears, just as Jungkook was reaching new heights of anger he never knew he had.

"Yeah I fucking came there, because I was fucking worried for you! I searched for you, to make sure you hadn't been fucking kidnapped on the way there or taken when you were at your stupid fucking party! In case you hadn't noticed you're a fucking beautiful and can make a gay man straight!"

"Shit, he's actually swearing and complimenting her at the same time? Like full on swearing, should we do something? This hasn't happened before, we should be doing something no?" Taehyung wasn't sure if this was a good idea anymore. "We shouldn't have let him go after her alone, were his brother's shouldn't we try and do something?"

"Well, the rate it's going, I'm waiting for her to kick him out so I can get my twenty bucks," Jin said staring at the end of the hallway where tonight's entertainment of Mrs vs. Mr Jeon episode three was kicking off.

"No shit asshole, did you think I needed to wait for you to tell me how beautiful I am? Newsflash Jeon Dumbkook, that won't be the last time a man looks my way. And you!" she stalked towards him, hand grabbing her slit to make sure she didn't trip in the process, "Are always in my way. Always causing me a headache. Everytime I try and do something, or go somewhere, you get your nose bent outta shape or you get in my way. Get in my fucking way again and I will fucking go through you like a fucking battering ram. Don't fuck with me Mr Fucking Jeon."

"Yeah I ain't sorry for shit. I trust you but I don't trust those out there. You think I'm just gonna stand by and let men drool all over you, undress you with their eyes everytime you wall past?"

"That ain't your choice to make! I'm not your girlfriend, and nor do I have any inclination to be one. You're not my husband, or my family. I don't need to tell you anything. Unlike you I'm straight about what I want. I don't just stand there and smile and pretend I'm ok. I don't hide behind some fake persona, or lie to those that I care about," she looked at him.

"Oh snap, she took it there," Hope winced.

"You know nothing about ne, so don't for a second think you know me."

"How the hell am I supposed to get to know you when you fucking shut me out all the time! You say I don't say how I feel yet you're the one who pushes me away everytime," he lowered his voice as he searched her eyes for something, anything to explain the why she was like this.

"I don't trust you. I have nothing else to say to you." YN simply stated.

"Seriously, I tell you why I broke your trust, came to that party and you're kicking me out of your room?" he bellowed angrily, throwing his shoes on the floor now.

"Cough up that money mochi boy," Jin chuckled.

"You broke my trust. After I told you to get involved in my life. I'm gonna take a bath, so unless you want me to fucking drown you, fuck right off!"

He grabbed her wrist, "nah hun. I'm not going anywhere. I ain't apologisin' no more, not when I ain't done anything wrong."

"You jeopardised your career, possibly mine tonight. How much do you want to bet that management won't come down on you like a ton of bricks, on the other two as well?"

"I came cos I miss you! Stop acting like you don't miss me too! " Jungkook shouted back.

"Yeah well you can't miss what you didn't have in the first place."

He felt like he'd been sucker punched by her.

"I'm not stupid enough to let my feelings cloud my judgement! I have a job to do, if I do what I'm supposed to do then —"

Then I would be free to share my music, my words with the world, not just produce music that other people had written. I'd get the chance to let people see me, and maybe, just maybe not live the rest of my life with this regret.

"I just need to do what I'm supposed to. I do my thing, you do yours. I'm out," her words dripped in disdain and she had nothing but intolerance in her eyes for him that minute.

"I'm not letting you go," he should have, but he couldn't do it. She was distancing herself from him, he could literally feel it but he was also seeing red and couldn't get over how angry he was at her for simply being angry at him.

He held her by the arms and forced her to look at him.

"You think cos you say that's the end for us, that's it? And I'll just accept it like the good little Idol I am?" he chuckled bitterly, " You think I'm gonna just say sorry again? I won't baby. You're my friend, I did what I did for good reasons. You may not agree with it, but I'm through apologisin'. Because you're just being a bitch."

No one dared blink as they watched YN. Everyone was now inside her room, holding their breath.

"You can do what you like Jeon. I really don't care. Let go of me."

"Yeah? You might want to hold onto your things sweetheart if you think I'm in the business of just giving up on what's mine darlin'," he looked at her sarcastically.

"I'm about to hold onto a bat and start swinging sweetheart. You wanna find out what's yours? let's find out asshole."

"I won't hit a lady," but he still didn't let go of her, "if it'll make you feel better to take a swing at me that sweetheart I'm not going anywhere."

"Oh shit, I should have bet you more than fifty Jimin."

"No, deal is a deal. She gives him the silent treatment tomorrow, and that money is mine Jin," Hobi cut him off.

YN broke free, pushed him back and spun around, the bedroom door slam shut, the sound of it locking and YN swearing in one of God knows how many languages she knew, imagining what she could use in there to kill Jeon Jungkook.

"Well I don't fucking need you anyway!" he shouted back, suddenly feeling sorry for himself, "the day your contract expires and you finally leave will be FUCKING AMAZING!" as he almost pulled the front door off its hinges on the way back to his room.

"Fuck you asshole!" YN screamed at the top of her lungs back at him, sticking up her middle finger as she stomped back to the front door just to get the last word in, "yeah well I can't fucking wait!" She stepped out into the hallway, "and you're the ugliest in BTS!"

Jungkook growled as he got to his room, the door vibrating in the pane as he slammed it shut.

He kicked the trash can, sending it flying across the room and growled loudly until he was hoarse. Panting heavily he punched the wall hard, the pain of the bleeding knuckle numbing the pain he felt everytime he caught sight of YN walking away. All she did was walk away.

"Who the hell does she think she is?!" he ripped at his bow tie, he hated how those things were around his neck like a hangman's noose; his blazer on his bed as he yanked his shirt off with such ferocity that the buttons ripped off. The poor shredded shirt had done nothing to deserve this but it lay in a sorry mess beside his trousers and his socks as he got under a shower, hot as it would go until the heat of the water felt hotter than his frayed temper.

YN dumped her body into the now nearly cold water, but spitefully forced herself to sit in there to cool her mind down.

Her teeth chattered as she slapped the water aggressively, but she had to do something to stop herself from wanting to go find him and slap his big ass face.

YN had always lived her personal life without expectations. No expectations, no disappointments and that's how she got through it all. She knew what she expected of herself in HYBE, and vice versa. It was all fine in her world; stable, safe. Until he came bouncing into it; the only variable she couldn't control, he was the only person whose actions she couldn't seem to control. His laugh, his smile or the way he just forced his way into her life.

YN sat there, shivering in the cold tub. She did what she did when feeling anything became too much. She ignored it. His words swam around in her head, shouting at her on repeat. Clutching her ears with wet hands, she scrunched her eyes closed waiting for the sound to extinguish.

If I don't think about it, it's like it doesn't exist.

God if she stayed here too long she might catch feelings. Actually caring for other people. She shuddered at the very thought.

YN rubbed her face, the cold water bringing her out of her stupor. It was time to go back to the way things were: keep her mind busy, and then maybe she wouldn't fall into that bottomless pit of despair and self loathing. Or thinking about him. Her very own Voldemort.

"Jungkook. Jungkook-ah," he felt someone poke him in the head with a pen.

"Go away," he sat up, dried saliva stuck to his cheek.

"We would love to, but we have an extra practice today, which you requested bitch," Jimin was loving how wound up Jungkook was, happy it wasn't him for a change.

"Right," he cleared his throat. "Just give me a few minutes and I'll meet you guys."

"Way ahead of you maknae. We're all ready dude. Go shower and change. Ya look pathetic."

"I don't need your advice Hyung."

"Yet I'm benevolent enough to give it anyway," Jin grinned, "Apologise, maybe she won't throw something at you this time," he waved a finger at him, the other in his pocket.

Jungkook sat up, rubbed his aching neck and clicked his back. "Don't see why I should be apologisin' for caring for someone."

"Why are you being stubborn? You are a stubborn son of a—what's got you so riled up that you turn up there anyway?"

"I told you, just cos she is my ex, we're friends, she helped me."

"And you helped her back it seems, from what she said, so you're evens stevens. You don't need to be making her life so stressed, she was pissed."

"And I look after my friends, you know this. I was worried about her safety. And I was right, she was at a party where guys were—"

"Admiring her, flirting even trying to dance with her?"

"How do you know?" Jungkook rose to his full height. "She's pretty, it wouldn't take long for her to be on some guy's radar, or anyone else's that thinks she is just some pretty little thing. I don't want that for her hyung."

Jin sighed, "doesn't mean she's gonna forgive you pal. Go talk to her, clear the air. You clearly still have feelings for her."

"No. Let her be miserable too." Jungkook looked at him as Jin bit his tongue in frustration.

Adora and YN laughed to each other before tucking twenty dollar bills into the two dancer's short skirts and hopped up on the stage. Hot from the drinking since they got there, YN lost her inhibition as the two girls high fived each other before taking to the podiums.

"You know how to use these things?" YN laughed as she looked over at Adora who was thinking the same thing, and the two of them launched themselves at them. YN crouched over laughing watching her friend attempt to get up on the pole.

Laughing, she went over to her one, "Ok it can't be that difficult," she eyed it up and down. "Its just angular momentum, friction and some gravity," she explained to Adora, who was still trying to not slide down it.

"What's that in English?"

"It's just spinning around and climbing up the pole!" she stepped up off her heels and held on, the optimal sweaty palms came in handy here, as she spun around, gyrated and used the gymnastics classes her folks sent to her as a kid to good use.

Man, my folks would be proud, she drunkenly laughed, spinning about.

Taehyung stood open mouthed. "Sweet baby Namjesus.."

Jimin stand open mouthed, a dirty smirk on his face. "I swear to God, I think I just came," he shook his head, "she is one fine honey."

"I guess we don't need Jimin in the group anymore since JK is about to stab him with a broken bottle in the next five seconds.." Yoongi shook his head at their usual behaviour as the boys waited for Jungkook to first look in the right direction, to them realise it was YN and thirdly, to lose the fucking plot.

"In 5, 4, 3, 2—" Hope sighed as he countered down.

"And we are able to see episode four of the Mrs and Mr Jeon Show," Jin shook his head, his knee starting to tingle as he knew things were doing south at an alarming quick pace.

"Someone is going to fucking die tonight," he drained his drink before moving through the crowd towards her. Even with his eyes closed, she had a gravitational pull on him.

#bts jungkook #jungkook imagines #bts #bts imagines #jungkook fluff #jungkook x yn #bts smau #bts social media au #jungkook x reader #bts smut

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anna-justice · 4 years ago

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Crash My Party - Upstead

Summary: Hailey receives some terrible news and suffers a severe panic attack, and like always, Jay is there for her. (Pre-Established Upstead/8x03 never happened)

Warnings: fluff, swearing, maybe mentions of violence

Requested: Yes! #66, “I can’t do this alone anymore.”

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The walk up the stairs to his apartment building seemed longer than normal. Her hands shook as she fiddled with her keys, the clinking creating white noise that echoed through the stairwell. She pushed the door at the top open and made her way down the hall, subconsciously reading the numbers on every door as she passed.

When she reached his door, she took a deep breath, running her hand through her blonde hair that - for once - was falling over her shoulders. She raised her hand to knock, but held it there for a second. Something about this didn’t seem right, her showing up unannounced with a million things to drop on him. Even though they had both done it a thousand times, there was always a voice in the back of her head that told her that it wasn’t his problem.

She fought the feelings and knocked on the door, shifting on her heels as she waited. She stared at the ground and squinted hard, pushing the possible tears back down. The door swung open a few seconds later, revealing a smiley and very shocked Jay. Hailey watched as his face contorted from a big grin to confused, and then to concern. She wished the floor would just swallow her up. “Hailey?”

“Hey.” She said quietly. She knew she should have called or texted, or maybe even stayed home to face it alone, but she always felt better after a drink with him. After the day she had, she just needed to be close to him.

Jay stepped slightly in front of the door, closing it partly behind him. It was then Hailey realized he probably wasn’t alone. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asked, genuinely.

Hailey blinked back tears for the upteenth time that day, the thought of Jay spending his Friday night with any other girl but her cut deep. She knew she was jumping to conclusions, but right now, he heart couldn’t take it.“Yeah, yeah, I-”

“Jay!” Someone called from inside the apartment, “What’s taking you so long to get a pizza?” Jay’s cheeks heated up and Hailey let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Kevin.

“Oh, sorry.” Hailey said, fighting the urge to smile (an action that hadn’t crossed her mind in hours). He had company, and she didn’t want to interrupt, but every part of her was extremely relieved that it was just their friends hiding behind the door. “I didn’t realize you were busy. I’ll just go.” She turned to walk away, but Jay placed a hand on her shoulder, stepping out of the doorway.

He shook his head, “I’m not. It’s just the guys. What’s up?”

Hailey was opening her mouth to protest when she was interrupted again. “Jay, quit flirting with the delivery guy and get back in here. You’re missing the game.” Another voice yelled, which Hailey assumed was Severide.

Jay held up his hand, motioning for her to give him a second. He leaned his head back in the apartment, “Give me a second.” He shouted.

“Jay, really, it’s fine. I’ll see you later.” She said, trying (and failing) to give him a reassuring smile.

Jay cocked an eyebrow at her, “You sure?” Hailey nodded, even though she wasn’t. Even though hers was long gone, she didn’t want to ruin his night.

She was about to leave again when they heard footsteps behind them, “Okay, I need to see what this girl looks like-” The door swung open to reveal Will, who stopped dead in his tracks. “Hailey, hi.” He said, a lot louder than he needed too. Hailey blushed and Jay rolled his eyes. Will glanced between the two of them, a tiny smirk showing on his face. He looked at Jay, “Take your time.” Before either of them could say a thing, he shut the door.

Jay chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, sorry about him. They thought you were the delivery guy.”

Hailey nodded, “Yeah, I got that.”

He took her in, noticing the fading tear marks on her cheeks and the half smile on her face. She wasn’t okay, and he knew that. “You wanna come in? We have beer and a hockey game.” He asked, gesturing at the door.

Hailey shook her head, glancing at the ground. “That’s okay. You guys have a good night.”

“Yeah, you too.” They both retreated to where they came from, Jay shutting the door and leaning against it. He couldn’t shake the sad look in her eyes. He made his way back to his couch, surprised to see the three grown men already there watching him expectantly. “What?”

“How’s Hailey?” Will asked, smirking again.

Jay sighed, “I don’t really know, she looked upset.” He glanced between the three of them. “I think I need to…” He said, looking back at the door.

“Of course, man, we get it.” Kevin said, taking a swig of his beer.

“Yeah,” Kelly agreed, “We’ll just sit here, drink your beer and eat your food.”

“And miss you.” Will added and Jay rolled his eyes, “Seriously, it’s Hailey, go.”

Jay smiled at his friends, “Thanks guys.” He grabs his coat and his keys and was out the door in a matter of seconds.

They heard the door close behind him and Kelly shook his head, taking a sip of his drink. He nodded his head in the direction that Jay left. “He’s so whipped.”

Kevin and Will both laughed, nodding in agreement. “So…” Will said.

“It’s honestly kind of sad.”

…

By the time Hailey made it inside of her apartment, she was pulling hard on her fingers. She could feel her pulse picking up, and the pain of squeezing her anxious hands was keeping her grounded. It felt like it was a hundred degrees inside and she aggressively pushed off her coat, throwing it over a chair. She crossed the room, gripping the edge of her counter while trying to focus on her breathing.

Her chest felt tight and her knuckles were white from her tight grip. She clamped her eyes shut, pushing herself away from the counter and squeezing her hands in a fist at her sides. She stood in the center of the room, looking up at the ceiling as she blinked back tears. She wouldn’t cry again, no, she couldn’t cry again. That didn't stop her though, the salty liquid began to trickle down her face.

Hailey let out a frustrated groan - the distraught noise coming out very un-Hailey-like - and gasped for air, finding her way back to the counter. She refused to give in, it had been so long since this had happened, and she was going to fight like hell to make sure it didn’t follow through. She thought she was past it, she thought she was old enough to deal with things correctly.

However, her mind and her body had a different idea. Her chest burned and her throat felt like sandpaper, she almost didn’t even notice her phone buzzing on the counter. She absently reached out and picked it up, letting out a sob as she read the caller ID. A second later, her phone hit the wall next to her, shattering and falling to the floor along with any sense of calm she had left.

She heaved, she felt almost like she was floating. The only thing keeping in place was the counter in front of her. She finally let herself slip, she stopped fighting the pain and let it consume her.

Jay was almost to her door when he heard the crash inside, “Hailey!” He yelled, immediately kicking the door in (not even bothering to see if it was open).

Everything happened so fast. The commotion behind her caused Hailey to look up from her fixed gaze on the granite and the sudden movement sent her head spinning. Jay watched it all happen, catching her just before she hit the floor. “Hailey, Hailey.” He said, panicking. She slumped against her chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Jay held her to him on instinct, noticing her trembling body. “Hailey breathe, please.” He said, trying to sit her up as she heaved.

“I can’t, I can’t,” She choked out, clutching her chest. Her crying continued as Jay wracked his brain for what to do. He was sure she was having a panic attack, he had had quite a few of his own, but he was in shock. His calm - put together - force to be reckoned with - Hailey was nowhere to be found.

He shifted so that he was in front of her, hands braced on her upper arms to keep her upright. “Look at me Hailey, deep breaths. It’s okay, everything is going to be okay.”

She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. “Make it stop,” She gasped, “Please Jay, make it stop. It hurts.”

Jay felt his heart clench in his chest, he absolutely hated seeing her like this. And it was probably good that he had no idea what was going on, because otherwise he would be planning a murder in his mind. “Hailey,” He said, but she was lost somewhere. “Hailey, look at me.” His words were gentle, but firm, and it grabbed her attention. Her head snapped up and her teary blue eyes met his. He cracked a smile, letting his hand slide up to her shoulder. “Good, now try to match my breathing.” She nodded, fixing her eyes on his chest and watching it rise and fall.

They sat on the floor together for at least fifteen minutes. Hailey watching Jay breath steadily and trying to match it. She was hyper focused, she didn’t dare let her mind wander. It had proven to be dangerous territory. Jay though, he felt like his brain was going to explode.

When Hailey finally felt like she could control herself, she slid onto her bottom, leaning her back against the kitchen counter. She ran her hands on her eyes and pulled her knees to her chest, partly to collect herself, partly because she was absolutely mortified. She sniffled, taking a few deep breaths on her own.

Jay relaxed as well, sitting back on his heels and keeping his distance. His eyes never left her, like if he looked away she would fall apart again. She looked so sad, so scared and it made him feel physically ill. “I think I broke your door.”

Hailey laughed out loud at his bad excuse for lightening the mood, “It’s okay.” She said quietly, running a hand under her nose. They sat there for a moment, just looking at each other. Hailey felt a strange sense of calm, one that she only felt around him, and it was a nice contrast to the past hour of pure panic.

“Are you okay?” He asked, giving her a pointed look.

It felt like such a loaded question, and honestly it was one. Jay had asked her that a million times, but there was no doubt that this time was different, she couldn’t backtrack this, not after what just happened. And as easy and safe to brush it off her shoulder and tell him that she was fine, she couldn’t, and she didn’t want to. Hailey’s gaze shifted down and she shook her head slowly.

Jay sat in front of her, legs crossed and a somber expression on his face. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Hailey sniffled again, shaking her head. She rested it in her hand and took him in, something about him sitting on her kitchen floor felt so right. So right that she didn’t want to ruin it with how wrong everything in her life was. She didn’t want to tell him that her mom called her for the first time in years to tell her that her father was dying - and not only that - but that she wanted Hailey to come see him and possibly donate a piece of her major organ to him. She didn’t want to admit that she couldn’t do it, that she couldn’t bring herself to save him. She didn’t want to tell him that despite all the terrible things her father had done, she still felt sadness over his possible passing. She didn’t want him to know that a mere phone call had sent her into such a tailspin. She didn’t want him to know anything.

But here he was, looking at her the way no one else ever had, caring in a way no one else ever had. What was she supposed to do with that? “I can’t do this alone anymore.” It came out quiet, and neither of them were sure that she was actually talking to him. It felt more like a realization than anything.

“Hailey,” Jay said, taking the hand that was resting on her knee on her own. “You don’t have to, you never had to.”

The look on her face when he said those words was something Jay would never forget, the utter shock that showed so clearly. It pained him at how surprised she looked to hear something that had never been a second thought to him. She was his rock, his compass, at this point, maybe his entire life. How did she not see it?

“I thought it would be easier, to ignore it all.” She said, eyes glassing over again. She leaned her head against the wall, sighing. “I just can’t run fast enough to escape it.” Jay gave her a soft, but pointed look, urging her to continue. “My dad, um, he’s sick. Really sick, and, my mom, she called me to tell me. And she asked if I would come see him and if I would -” She laughed cynically “- if I would consider giving him a piece of my liver.”

“What?” Jay said, the word sort of just tumbling out of his mouth.

Hailey nodded her head, giving him a fake, tight lipped smile, “Yep.” She took a breath, “I don’t know, it was like years and years of suppressed pain just all came flooding back at once. So I went to your place, but you were busy and…” She gestured to them, implying that that is why they ended up where they were. “I’m sorry, that you had to see me like that.”

“Don’t apologize, I’m glad I was here.” Jay said, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand that was still in his. “I always want to be here, you just have to let me in.”

The genuine and vulnerable look in his eye was too much for Hailey to handle, so she avoided his gaze. “I don’t know, you seem to be pretty good at getting in on your own. You did break my door.”

Jay laughed, knowing that the joke was meant to offset the realness of the moment. He didn’t blame her, he was scared too. “I’m serious Hailey, this is where I want to be. All the time, with you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Here he was: her beautiful, emotionally stunted, action first partner laying his heart on the floor in front of her. “I want you here.”

“Good,” He said, “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, each of them lost in their own thoughts. There was so much more that needed to be said, so much more that needed to be clarified, but at that moment it didn't matter. They were just them. “Is it bad that I don’t want to help him, does that make me a terrible person?” Hailey asked, breaking the silence.

“No,” Jay said immediately, “Not at all. It means you are strong.” She nodded, but Jay could tell that she didn't really believe him. “Hailey you are the strongest person I know, you make me stronger, you make me better. He doesn’t deserve your help, especially if you don’t want to give it.” He stood up, holding out a hand to her and pulling her up off the floor. “He doesn’t deserve your forgiveness.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to forgive him.” She confessed.

Jay shrugged, “That’s okay.”

Hailey looked up at him, complete adoration in her eyes. He smiled down at her and even though she had doubted it before, she didn’t now. Something was different, something had shifted, he felt the same way she did and it was dulling the ache inside her. “Jay-” She started.

“I know.” He said, his grin growing a bit. “Me too. But we don’t have to talk about any of that right now. Let’s just get some sleep.”

Hailey hesitated, the thought of being alone terrifying her. “Will you be here when I wake up?” She asked, fixing her gaze on the floor in between them.

“Hailey,” Jay said, taking a step forward and cupping her cheek with his hand, “I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”

…

A/N: This was so fun to write, also, I’m alive haha. Sorry I haven’t posted in forever, I am so ridiculously busy, but I’m hoping that within the next month I can start posting regularly again. Thanks for reading! <3

#jay halstead #hailey upton #upstead #hailey upton x jay halstead #chicago pd #one chicago #will halstead #kelly severide #kevin atwater

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yeojaa · 4 years ago

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finders keep hers, ii.

read parts one and three! continued because i have zero self-control and i love/hate these idiots and like ... i just wanna give people what they want. ty to @hobi-gif for always beta reading and you (yes, you!) for normal reading. i lob you! xo

ps. picture these versions of jimin, tae, yoongi, and jungkook.

pairing. jjk x (named) f!reader. rating. still explicit, lolz. tags. smut! a lil bit of pining! jealousy! also, cameos from the other boys, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex (be safe luvs!), and a bunch of other semi-vanilla things. wc. 4.3k.

“Who’s that?” Jimin means the pretty blonde that’s attached to your best friend, snug against his hip like some kind of conjoined monster - a distant relative to the thing that’s rearing its own ugly green head from its slumber in your chest.

“I don’t know.” Lie.

Because Jungkook’s been talking your ear off about her for the past three weeks, regaling you with details you’d rather not know. Like how she does yoga at the crack of dawn and he picks her up from every class. She, apparently, looks incredible in spandex and loves her green smoothies. Or how she went to private school in Belgium and she’s got - in his words - the cutest accent. He’s mimicked it once or twice, demonstrating how her vowels don’t round like a local’s would.

You’ve heard too much about her and it’s driving you crazy.

The angel at your side - because that’s what Jimin is, with his feather grey hair and rounded Cupid’s bow - takes a sip of his drink, studying you curiously over the Baccarat rim. You can see the curiosity swimming in his eyes, painted across his features in broad strokes.

You return his stare without blinking, silently daring him to say something. He knows better - considering he’s been your shoulder to cry on more than one weak-kneed, booze-laden occasion.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” Meaning the rooftop, away from the crowd that dominates the 44th floor penthouse.

You shake your head - a little motion that wiggles your bangs free from behind your ears - and take a generous sip of the Veuve that bubbles about in your champagne flute. You’re not celebrating anything - this is just how Jungkook parties. With bottles and strangers and deep bass thrumming so loudly you can feel it chatter your teeth.

Another sip and your glass is empty. “No.” You seize another from the bar you’re both leaning against, wondering idly whether it’s your third or fourth or maybe even seventh glass. You’d lost count about thirty minutes ago when Jungkook had strolled in with her on his arm, clothes dishevelled and that stupid grin on his face.

Of course he’d been late to his own party and of course he was sporting a lipstick stain on the collar of his otherwise pristine white Oxford.

“You sure?” You know Jimin means well but you can’t stand the heat of his stare or how it feels like pity digging itself beneath your bones. You don’t need - nor want - his sympathy. Not now.

“Yes,” you snap more harshly than you mean to. A wounded animal lashing out, biting the hand that feeds it.

Luckily, Jimin knows you - has, for nearly the last decade - and he takes it in stride. Chin bounces, the smallest of smiles offered in penance for his pushiness. He doesn’t need to apologize and really, he shouldn’t, but he’s Park Jimin and he’s far too kind so he does it anyway.

“I’m going to hunt down some snacks. If you need me, just come find me.”

It feels infinitely worse when he presses a kiss to your temple and disappears into the throng of people, leaving you alone with the thoughts that buzz around in your head (or maybe that’s just from the liquor).

“Replaced, huh?” You’d recognize that voice anywhere. It rings in your ears when you’re trying to work, forcing its way into your skull when you’re twenty sheets deep in Excel fixing some junior’s mistake. You hear it more often than you like, both in the office and when you least expect it.

You barely turn to acknowledge the broodingly handsome brunet who has seemingly materialized out of thin air. You don’t need to turn to him to see how good he looks, all carefully tousled hair and that self-assured smile.

“What’re you talking about?” It’s easier to play dumb than to play directly into his hand. You’d learnt that ages ago. Kim Taehyung was a force to be reckoned with.

“Look.” A hand lands on your jaw, none-too-subtly guiding your stare in the direction you’d been so adamantly turned away from. Jungkook and his flavour of the week are locked in a fight to see who can eat each other’s face more thoroughly, tongues so far down the other’s throat that you feel your own gag reflex kick up. “Shouldn’t you be over there?”

Concern flares, streaking heat across your cheeks. How did he know? “What?”

There’s a twinkle in his eyes, mischief dancing in his irises as he studies you, fingers burning impossibly warmer over your skin. “You’re best friends, aren’t you? Why’re you standing here by yourself?”

You almost laugh, relief crashing over you with enough force to knock a breath from your lungs.

“Tae, leave her alone.” It’s your knight in shining armour - or finely woven Saint Laurent cashmere, in this case - a Manhattan in hand and a scowl on his face. You thank your lucky stars, not bothering to conceal the smirk you shoot at the reprimanded playboy.

“Yeah, Tae. Leave me alone.”

He doesn’t need to be told a third time, though he levels both you and your saviour with a narrowed stare. It stirs something uncomfortable in the pit of your stomach, like a snake uncoiling and preparing to strike. You think he might say something - you can see him playing through the scenarios in his head - but he thinks better of it at the last second, draining his beer and turning away without another word.

You watch Taehyung’s crown of inky hair disappear among the crowd. It’s only once his loudly patterned Burberry shirt is out of sight that you swivel your gaze to the man at your side. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” That distinct gummy smile fills his expression. It looks good on him - but then again, most things do. With his perfectly mused strands - currently a flattering shade of teddy bear brown and honey blonde - and observant feline features, Min Yoongi is handsome in a way that sneaks up on you, dressing himself in shadows and presenting it at the strangest times.

Like now, for instance, when you’re growing tired of watching your best friend act like a high school freshman.

“You okay, though?”

“Why - do I not look like it?”

You don’t miss the way his attention drags lazily over your features and then, almost pointedly, down the lissome column of your frame. How he pauses appreciatively where wine spills over cream, the mulberry silk of your wrap dress standing in stark contrast to the porcelain of your skin. It ties neatly at the smallest point of your waist - a gift begging to be torn apart.

Something crackles between you. You’re not sure where it is or where it starts but it fizzles, bright white and dangerous. A livewire you’re suddenly very eager to inspect.

“I’d say you look more than okay,” he returns dryly, in that low timbre of his.

You feign surprise, lashes fluttering like a schoolgirl. “Are you flirting with me, Yoongi?”

It’s a testament to his confidence - that lazy swagger that fits itself into the slope of his jaw, the soft shape of his mouth, the inescapable focus of his stare - when he advances a step. There’s already hardly any space between you but he eats it up like a starved predator, crowding you with ease.

“Do you want me to be?” The bitterness of whiskey fans across your face, creeping heat over your cheek and up the delicate shell of your ear. The scent of his cologne follows - distinctly masculine and reminiscent of the sea.

“Are you answering a question with a question?” You know it isn’t what he’s looking for but you offer it anyway, paired with a taunting smile and a coquettish turn of your head.

His jaw pulls almost imperceptibly; it’s only your close proximity that gives away the thrumming muscle. Something entices you to reach out - frustration or, more likely, the bottomless champagne - and you do, the pad of your thumb soothing over the tension. You don’t expect him to lean into your touch and you nearly retreat when he does.

The flat of his own hand rises, piano-honed fingers threading easily between yours. There’s a different kind of smile presenting itself now, reckless at the edges and dressed in an unspoken challenge. He presses it wordlessly into your palm, edge of enamel catching on the baby soft underside of your hand.

You feel the livewire now. It’s a flash of lightning, searing a billion volts through every limb.

It’s a surprise that you find your voice so easily, though it comes reedy and vaguely out of breath. “That’s a yes.” You’re mimicking the motion of his mouth, dragging your own lip through the cage of your teeth. He watches, unblinking.

Crystal rim replaces the warmth of your hand as he drains the amber liquid in a single motion, nearly slamming the glass down beside you. You’d turn to make sure it’s not in a million little pieces - but you’re far too distracted by the softness of his lips, how he tastes strongly herbaceous and smokey.

The first thought to your mind is that Min Yoongi kisses nothing like Jeon Jungkook.

The second, well - that’s stolen away, disappearing into a haze of desire when he sweeps the wet muscle of his tongue across your bottom lip. He does it once then repeats the motion with an addendum of enamel, turning his polite request into a gentle demand you’re all too willing to meet.

Broad, soft palms find the shape of you beneath your dress, one gliding easily over silk to rest comfortably across the swell of your hip while the other ascends in tandem, finding a home over the column of your throat. There’s no aggression in the way he moves and claims you. He trades force for grace, threading passion where his tongue swipes and his teeth mark.

It’s a slow burn rather than a raging inferno - scorched earth following a thunderstorm.

Yoongi’s touch is deliberate, each stroke of skin over skin meant to entice you. He does it well, with practiced ease - a sweep of his thumb over the hidden lace of your bra, the press of his fingers into the sensitive softness of your neck.

Even how he devours you whole is measured, calculated. He isn’t an overeager teenager looking for a quick fuck; he wants to indulge like a king at his last feast.

“You taste good,” he hums against your lips, bitten cherry red and glossy with his spit. “Look so pretty, too.”

Praise from Yoongi doesn’t come often so you bask in it, delirium and liquor painting your smile unabashed. It pulls low and slow, spilling like stars into the darkness of your eyes, the black of your pupils that devour the iris whole.

“You haven’t even tasted the sweetest part.”

It comes crashing out of your mouth like a freight train, dressed in champagne-fueled salaciousness and paired with fluttering lashes. A part of you wonders whether you’re being too forward but at this point, you can’t bring yourself to care. Between the alcohol and his touch, you’re drunk in more ways than one.

He doesn’t seem to mind, though. Not if his grin says anything, framed in danger and delight. It’s a heady mixture - an aphrodisiac in the form of a person’s smile. “Have to fix that then, don’t we?”

You’re ready to take him up on it - ready to do a lot of things, frankly - when a voice presents itself just beyond Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Fix what?”

Of course it’d be Jungkook.

You turn your attention to him first - you can feel Yoongi’s heavy-lidded stare trained on you when you pull away, when the warmth of your body retreats just enough that you can focus on something other than the overwhelming desire that sparks between the two of you.

Your best friend is standing not three feet away, arms folded over his chest in a way that reads like a surly nightclub bouncer or a begrudging boss. It’s nothing like the sunny radiance he normally wears - a byproduct of being rich and handsome and far too charming for his own good. You’re curious whether it’s the alcohol - you can see it still, swimming in his eyes and turning them hazy - or the fact that blondie isn’t at his side. Had she left him to fend for himself and now he was taking it out on you?

He repeats himself when neither you nor Yoongi answer, an edge to his voice you don’t expect.

“Nothing.” You, again, speak first. You don’t miss the way your answer sounds more like coddling, sweeping reassurance off your tongue.

Yoongi retreats a step, turning on his heel enough to position himself partially facing both you and Jungkook. At this angle, you study his profile, trying to find the ways emotion fits among his features. It’s a lost cause, though - he’s always had an incredible poker face.

“I was just saying her belt was a bit—” You catch the mischief that pulls the corner of his mouth high, revealing pink gums. “—loose.”

A sharp inhale follows immediately after. You don’t even realize it’s you until Jungkook is speaking, expression set and muscle pumping in his jaw. You’d think it was hot if it weren’t so goddamn uncomfortable. “Yeah?”

Sweet Yoongi is utterly unbothered, nonplussed as he adjusts the timepiece on his wrist. “Yeah.”

Watching the two interact is akin to sitting front-row at Wimbledon, your gaze bouncing between the two men like they’re whipping a fluorescent yellow ball between them. It’s so unbearable you have to remind yourself that they’ve been friends for years.

“I’m heading out,” Yoongi says, rather abruptly. He sounds almost bored, training his focus back on you for these last few moments. “Call me.”

You nod dumbly, watching his retreating back with an equally dumb look on your face.

“What the hell was that?” Jungkook’s taken up his hyung’s place, dangerously close and with a sour expression on his face. You almost want to make fun of him for it - how he looks like he’s just sucked on an underripe lemon. When he levels you with that look, though, you think better of it. Time and place and all that.

You don’t meet his eyes. “Was what?”

“That.”

The same edge presents itself again. It mixes with something you can’t place, colouring his words an alarming shade of red that has your brow furrowing and mouth following suit. You don’t appreciate the tone and you say as much, finally meeting his stare with defiance burning away the residual liquor in your system. “None of your business.”

Whatever he’d been expecting, this isn’t it. Brows shoot high, tongue rounding the interior of his cheek. You’d recognize that look anywhere. It’s the look that always gets him what he wants.

Which is why, once he’s abruptly kicked all of his guests out - to a chorus of boos and what the hells! - you’re on your back in the middle of his living room. Your dress - the poor, beautiful thing - lies in a heap somewhere in the kitchen, possibly caught across the back of one of his bar stools, and his clothes act like a trail of breadcrumbs leading from the front door. Shirt, pants, socks.

All he’s left in is black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. It complements your own La Perla bra well - all delicate lace and macrame.

“Say it again,” he demands from between your legs, knees hooked over his shoulders as he coaxes you to another orgasm. One shapely forearm rests across your hip, pressure heavy on your abdomen as you clench pathetically around his fingers. He’s tapping a near brutal rhythm against your g-spot, curling two fingers within you until you’re seeing stars and too fucked-out to remember what you’re supposed to be saying.

Jungkook has no sympathy, though.

He repeats himself with gravel in his throat, pad of his thumb ghosting over the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. You tremble with each pass, seeking more friction; your back is arching with delirious need, hips rolling of their own accord. It’s almost inconsequential against the weight of him.

“Say it,” he barks - a petulant child demanding a toy.

“You’re better!” It’s more a broken shriek, a sob that wrenches forth and fits lamely with the words he so desires. It almost isn’t good enough but he thinks he’s dragged this on long enough. He hasn’t even had his fun yet and you’re already shaking with oversensitivity.

“Better than who?” The question comes in a warm breath that has you bucking toward the source - or trying to, at least. You’re so needy he can’t help but laugh - a far cry from your usual too-good-for-cuddling self - the sound muffled by the slick that coats your thighs and drips down your slit, making the sweetest mess.

“Than anyone.”

He tuts, withdraws his fingers from your obscenely wet walls, and studies the strands that connect them. Pink tongue glides over his index before he’s slotting both digits against his cheek, indulging in the taste of you. If he weren’t so focused on the conversation at hand, he’d be drinking directly from the source. “Not just anyone, baby.”

You look almost shy - or at least as shy as you can look with your throat and shoulders painted with bruises and bites, chest heaving.

“Than Yoongi.”

“Don’t you forget it, sweetheart,” he coos, so kindly you almost forget about the merciless edging he’s just done, bringing you to the precipice of bliss before ripping it away.

You seek him out - the kiss-swollen shape of his mouth, the unyielding contours of his back - like you need him, like your trembling touch might coerce him into giving you what you want. You kiss him as if you’re hoping to distract him, granting him a sexpot moan when you lose the hard fought war of tongue and teeth. He thinks you think he won’t notice when you begin rutting against him, desperately seeking relief against the hard curve of his cock.

The devilish side of him wants to call you out on it but it feels a little too good, your cunt soaking through the thin cotton of his briefs.

“Someone’s needy.” He bows above you, shoulders rounded to crowd you deeper into the couch cushions, and purrs the words directly into your ear, punctuating them with sharp, unrelenting glides of his teeth.

You snap with far less malice than you intend and far more desperation than you want. “Shut up.”

“Watch it.” This time, it’s punctuated by a sharp slap against your clit. You jolt beneath him, a long drawn out whine his reward. “Don’t you want me to let you come, baby?”

“Not if you’re going to be an asshole about it.” He’d probably believe you more if you weren’t breathless and still, perhaps subconsciously, grinding yourself up against him.

“I’m the asshole?” The way Jungkook says it makes you bristle. “You were the one making out with one of my friends.”

“I’m not your girlfriend!”

“So what? Doesn’t mean you’re allowed to do that.”

And that’s when it hits you like a ton of bricks. It crashes into your feeble rib cage, a fast ball meeting its mark with perfect precision. Your heart thumps pathetically before folding in on itself - a catcher’s mitt for his cruel words.

You don’t know what you’d expected. You know your relationship and all the things it isn’t.

(You still hadn’t asked where his latest playmate had disappeared off too - you’d been too busy with his head buried between your legs.)

So you try to ignore the tears that block your vision, how suddenly all you can taste is saltwater. The most you can do is squeeze your eyes shut, grinding your molars into a fine powder with the tension in your jaw. Now is not the time.

“Fuck you.”

He laughs, dismissive and amused. The Calvin Klein band now sits halfway down his thighs, his swollen head tapping experimentally on your equally swollen clit. He’s not even looking at you - far too interested in the way your essence coats his length.

“That’s what we’re doing, baby.”

Even when he speaks, he’s still staring down at the apex of your thighs, pressing the tip of his aching cock between your lips. You take him so well, your walls burning around the unrelenting, slow press of his hips. He’d fuck you every day if you’d let him. You’d actually tried it once, for a week, when your office had a round of layoffs and your stress was at an all-time high.

“God, you’re so fucking wet.” It’s praise he offers often, always far too pleased with the way you ruin your underwear. “Is this all for me?”

It’s hard to stay mad at him when he’s filling you up like this. Still, you try, holding hostage the sounds you know he likes to hear. You swallow them, biting down so hard on your bottom lip that it throbs.

He doesn’t like that very much - burying himself to the hilt in a single thrust to elicit some sort of response. “I asked you a question.”

You can’t deny him.

A moan bounces around in your mouth, forced out when he pulls out nearly all the way and snaps back in, balls smacking lewdly against your ass. He’s got your legs propped up over his shoulders, thighs spread wide as he watches your pussy stretch around his cock. You’re folded nearly in half and his palms span your hips - perfect for him to hold you in place and fuck into you at a relentless pace.

At this angle, his cock brushes the sensitive spot against your pelvic wall. It’d be too much on its own, but he knows this position well and grinds down against you every time he pistons in. The stimulation against your clit is otherworldly, bringing you right back to the edge like flipping a switch.

“What was that?”

“I-i-it’s all for you.” You’re stuttering either because he’s bouncing you on his dick so well or because you’re about to come. Maybe both. He likes that.

“That’s right.” He maintains a firm grip on your side with a single hand, the other reaching to palm roughly at your breast. You’re already straining against the delicate fabric of your bra - he hardly has to do anything but tweak and pinch your bud and you’re clawing at his own chest, manicured nails seeking to do the same to him.

You miss your mark once or twice - you’re having troubles keeping your attention focused on anything but the tension in your core - but when you do, you’re rewarded with a stutter of Jungkook’s hips.

“Do that again,” he pants, resuming his unrelenting pace.

You tweak his nipple sharply, soothing one then the other with a pass of your thumb. The sensation starts in his belly, an electroshock in his groin that has him growling, the sound reverberating out of his chest with great need. He shifts, reclining back on his muscular calves as he peers down at your blissed out face and pretty, messy cunt.

He’s desperate for release, your fluttering walls far too wet and warm around him. “You wanna come, sweetheart?” While he asks, he doesn’t need an answer - he’ll get you there anyway.

Subtly adjusting his position, he drags one of your legs to join the other, both now propped against his left shoulder. He keeps a commanding grip on your hip with that same hand; his right snakes between your legs, seeking out the pearl of pleasure that’s all of a sudden assaulted with far too much pressure (from his hand and your own clenching thighs and what feels like a million other things).

He can feel the tremors before they present themselves in your legs, the tightening in your pussy mimicking the way your hand fists over his heart. There’ll be angry red lines for days to come - a literal x marks the spot on his otherwise unblemished honey skin.

“Come on, baby,” he croons, encouraging as always as he thumbs your clit in gentle, repetitive motions and fucks into you so hard and deep you can hardly breathe.

Your face screws into an expression of euphoria, mouth rounding as the coil snaps and ecstasy surges through your veins. It’s like an explosion of colour - fireworks igniting you from the inside out - and you’re crying, the fourth orgasm of the night swallowing you whole. You’re squeezing him so tight it almost hurts.

It’s so utterly hot that he finds his own high effortlessly, your walls milking him for all he’s worth. He spills inside you - thank fucking god for IUDs - and fucks his cum deeper, riding out his release until he feels himself softening. He gently removes your legs from his shoulders, pressing a surprisingly chaste kiss to your ankle as he pulls out and settles beside you.

Even your little mewl of displeasure can’t deter him when he pushes two fingers past your swollen lips, gathering up the cum that’s spilling out and pushing it back in. At least he’s gentle, offering another kiss - this time to your hip bone.

“Stay the night?” He seldom asks. You always say no.

This time you don’t and he carries you to his bedroom, your face hidden against his neck. You’re left on his neatly made bed as he draws a bath - something he’s done a handful of times throughout the decade and a half friendship you’ve shared, knees pressed together and exhausted.

When he comes back and picks you up, you nearly miss what he says. It’s almost lost to the soothing scent of lavender and the sound of running water.

“Don’t do it again.”

You’re not sure what he means when he says that. You’re too afraid to ask so you say nothing. He doesn’t repeat himself either, instead leaving you on the edge of his tub with a fluffy white bathrobe and a kiss to your forehead.

Somehow, that’s even worse.

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baby-bearie · 4 years ago

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no regrets

a lot of almost john b x reader, but ends with jj x reader

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a/n: this will be the first of three imagines i’m going to post tonight so i’m sorry about the tags all my mutuals are going to get lol. i know i’m annoying but i had these fully written and edited. two of them will be shorter then normal, but the third will be mildly long.

You never actually met John B. He was just always there.

His dad had been your mom’s best friend. John B’s mom had him around the same time your mom had you, so you practically grew up together. You did everything together, and basically the whole Cut had been convinced for your whole childhood that eventually, the two of you would get married one day.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said that sometimes, late at night, lying awake in your bed you didn’t think maybe it could work out. Maybe you could be happy with John B.

He was sweet. And pretty cute for a boy your age. And he knew you better than your whole family combined.

But you didn’t love him. You didn’t even like him like that. And you knew that you never would.

Because since you learned what love was, you’ve only loved one boy.

You actually remember when you met JJ. It was in John B’s house, where you went every single day after school. It was the 3rd grade, and you had missed the bus waiting for John B. When you finally went to his house to chew him out, you found JJ too.

One lopsided smile and you were a goner.

The three of you became a force to be reckoned with. You made a pact with them. No regrets.

Right now, you were regretting letting your friends into your house.

They knocked again on your bedroom door.

“Why are you locking your door? What do you need to be doing in there that this door is locked?” JJ yelled, making you roll your eyes.

“I don’t know, how about changing?” You hollered back at him.

“She’s lying, there’s probably a guy in there,” John B laughed, before adding, “or are there like 5?”

“Remind me to beat you up later.” “As if Y/n would ever be with anybody other than her future prince, Prince John B.”

JJ’s high pitched introduction of Prince John B doesn’t make you laugh, but it gets one from John.

You skip a beat for a second, always disappointed that JJ still thinks you’d ever like John B like that.

“Hey, what’s taking you guys forever?” You hear Kiara’s voice from behind the door.

“Ms. Routledge is taking forever. Ask her.”

Kiara rolls her eyes but knocks on the door. “Y/n, it’s already nearly 12. John B can barely drive as it is, how much better do you think he’ll be in the dark?”

You open the door to the cheers of your friends, who shove you past the snack bags you wanted to bring and out the door.

The plan tonight is to head out to the Boneyard. No party or anything, just the five of you chilling out there.

Kiara is completely right.

John B sucks at driving, and he’s even worse when it’s dark out.

You make it there in one piece, and you pull out a folding lawn chair for yourself. You came prepared.

You still weren’t prepared for John B to crash into it the moment you set it down.

“Dude, outta my chair,” you groan. “Come on, we’ll split it,” he bargains, and you agree, crashing into the tiny space he’s allotted to you, and throwing your legs over the side of the chair.

You completely miss the way JJ flinches.

Pope suggests a game of truth or dare, and the rest of you agree.

Questions are passed around, and eventually it’s your 5th or 6th turn.

Pope rubs his hands together. “Alright, Y/n, if you were being forced to date a pogue, who would it be?”

Kiara and John B boo at Pope’s question, saying it’s already obvious. JJ is silent, his eyes are locked on your face. He’s waiting for you to say something.

Your mouth opens without thinking, and you realize that the name about to come out of your mouth is JJ’s. You backtrack for a second, and later than you should’ve, reply with, “John B, of course. Who else?”

JJ nods, and he suddenly seems to find the sand in front of him very interesting.

It’s early morning now, and Kiara, JJ and Pope are laying on the shoreline. You and John B have remained in your singular seat.

He pokes your side.

“So, when were you going to tell me?”

You snap your gaze away from JJ and up at your friend. “Tell you what?”

“Tell me you’d date me.” He smiles.

“Figured you’d already know, apparently everybody but us does.”

“So, you for sure love me? You know, like that?”

You hesitate, but tell him yes. You don’t know why. You tell yourself this is who you’re meant to be, but you just lied to John B to end up here.

“Well, I love you , like that. Maybe we should be dating.”

Your eyes are wide now. You didn’t expect this response. Not at all. You’d thought maybe he’d take it slow.

“And you can come live with me permanently, and we can do all the dating things- “Okay, fine, I don’t.”

“Don’t?” John B’s smile is peaceful and that’s how you know he’s toying with you.

“I don’t love you. Not like that.”

“There she is. What did you think you were doing, trying to lie to me like that. As if I don’t know the way you rub your nose when you lie.” You gasp. “ I do not!”

“You just did!” You both laugh, but when it dies down, John B has become solemn again.

“I know you really well, Y/n. And I know something’s been off about you and I recently. Is something up?”

“Well, there’s this guy- “Who?”

“What?” “Well, if you’re leaving me for some guy I want to know who it is.” He laughs at your confused expression.

“I can’t really tell you.” “Y/n, that’s basically code for ‘you know him’. Who is it?”

For the slightest second, the thinnest sliver of time, your eyes dart over to JJ.

“No fucking way.” John B’s voice is coated in disbelief. “JJ?”

You groan, covering your face with your palms. “Fuck you and your weird ability to read me.”

“JJ? Our JJ? Since when?” John’s voice is a mixture of surprise and sadness.

“Since like 9 years ago.” You don’t take your face from your hands. You don’t want to see the look on John B’s face.

“Well, shit. Does he know?”

“No,” you watch JJ laugh at something Kiara said. He catches your eye and salutes you, then makes a heart sign at the two of you. “And you can’t tell him!” You look at John now, grabbing his shoulder for emphasis.

“My lips are sealed, Ms. Maybank.” “Shut up.”

You both sit in silence, taking in the fact that John B finally knows, and he doesn’t hate you for it.

“John B?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you mean what you said?” A realization dawns upon you suddenly. “Do you love me?”

John B nods, smiling softly. His eyes are sad and your mouth parts. You didn’t know you’d hurt him like this.

“I do love you. I have. But, I think a good chunk of me always knew you weren’t mine to love.”

You rest your head on his chest now. You feel like you’re going to cry.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You deserve someone who will love you. I’m sorry I can’t give you that.”

He shakes his head. “It’s not your fault. No regrets, right? You deserve someone you love, too. You’re welcome for this, by the way.” John B stands up, forcing you up too. Before you can comprehend what he just said, he calls out to the others.

“Kiara, Pope, let me give you a ride home. You, stay here and I’ll be back in like 15 minutes for you. You have some talking to do.” John B winks at you before following Kiara and Pope towards the van.

You turn to look at JJ who looks rather confused. “What was that all about?”

“Uh, J, I need to talk to you.”

JJ’s face twists into one of concern.

“J, I, shit, I love you.” You blurt out. No regrets.

“What?” JJ’s voice comes out high and squeaky. His eyebrows are high, his eyes are wide and he looks like someone just told him mermaids were real.

“I love you,” you repeat, quieter this time. You hear no response from JJ, and when you look at him, you’re instead met by a kiss.

He rushes into it, cupping your face in both hands. You pull away, studying his face.

Is this real? His eyes stare right back into yours. This is real.

You kiss him again, and it feels so freeing, better than you ever imagined it would be.

He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.” He breathes out.

“No regrets?” You smile.

“No regrets.”

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lala-ladybug · 4 years ago

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Healing Hands: Chapter 2

I promise I’m not this fast at writing, I’ve just had the first few chapters laying around for a while lmao. Reblogs are appreciated!!

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

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Chapter 2: u guys r moding my night :(

There was chaos in the Wayne Manor. This was nothing unusual, of course, and today it even seemed to be surprisingly tame. But it was chaos nonetheless.

Timothy Drake-Wayne careened down the spiral staircase, catching himself with a well-timed front flip handspring, and skidded to a halt in the kitchen. Alfred briefly paused to look up from where he was preparing dough for a batch of homemade pasta, then offered the boy a smile and a greeting.

“Good evening, Master Drake. Dinner won’t be ready for another half-hour, I’m afraid.” Tim had opened his mouth to reply when a growl echoed from the nearby ballroom.

Jason Todd-Wayne sprinted into the kitchen brandishing a nerf gun. “There you are, replacement. You won’t get away with beating me this time.” He pulled back the reloader of the play-gun, making a threatening click ring through the kitchen.

“I’m afraid you are both late to the party,” Alfred calmly announced as he mixed ingredients together. “Miss Cain has been here for the past five minutes.”

Cass Cain-Wayne indeed poked her head out from where she had been perched beneath the bar. She gave her brothers a shit-eating grin and wiggled her fingers as way of a cheeky greeting.

Tim gave a groan as he and Jason begrudgingly handed some money over to their sister. “She cheats.” Cass stuck her tongue out at that. “Besides, racing you here was just an excuse to get my mind off waiting for midnight.”

“And because Alfred is the only one polite enough to actually listen to you rave about that stupid game,” Jason scoffed, sitting down at the bar to watch Alfred work.

“--thought I heard voices in the kitchen, oh there you are, little wing!” Dick Grayson-Wayne’s cheery voice came from the foyer, increasing in pitch as he spotted Jason and swept him up into a tight hug.

Barbara Gordon wheeled herself in not too long after, chuckling at the squirming Jason and delighted older brother.

Meanwhile Tim, who had taken offense to Jason’s insinuation, was reassuring Alfred that if he wanted the boys to leave him be he only ever had to ask. “It’s just that I’m so excited for the launch tonight, and you know B is too busy to hear about it.”

Jason had finally muscled his way out of Dick’s embrace as the latter’s attention focused on his youngest brother. “What launch are you talking about?” Dick asked, giving Cass a side hug.

“Oh, tonight is the release of this new VRMMORPG game called Mindscape!” Tim practically bounced as Dick came over to give him his hug too.

Dick gave Barbara a confused glance. “I know some of those words,” he nodded slowly. “So what’s got you so excited? Video games come out all the time.”

Tim rolled his eyes as he sat down beside Jason on the barstools. “Well yeah, but this game has groundbreaking virtual reality tech. Supposedly, the textures took five years and a team of almost 1000 artists.”

Jason put Tim into a headlock and said casually, “I’m surprised you haven’t heard replacement talking about this yet. He kinda won’t shut up about it.”

Cass nodded her head in solemn agreement while Tim struggled to get out of Jason’s grasp.

“Such are the woes of moving out.” Dick shrugged. “Sounds crash though, got room for one more?”

Tim finally shoved Jason off. “I actually bought enough passes that we can all play if you want,” he gave each of his siblings the biggest puppy-dog eyes he could manage.

Barbara snorted even as Dick pumped his fist in the air beside her. She wheeled herself up to the bar to pinch Jason, who was poised to jab his fingers into Tim’s sides. Jason yelped and glared at her as she said, “Sorry Timmy, I’d rather let someone else be the guinea pig for this new kind of tech. Besides, Dad will worry if I let myself get sucked into pouring too many hours into this.”

“Papa Gordon is a force to be reckoned with,” Dick attested earnestly. “Jay?” he prompted.

“Absolutely not,” Jason answered immediately. Tim was quick to protest. “But why? We could spend more time together! It’ll be good team-building.” Jason’s face soured at that.

Dick leaned in and stage-whispered, “Do I have to tell B to force you into family bonding? You know he’ll make you do it.”

Cass covered her silently laughing mouth with one hand as Jason threw his hands up in the air. “Fine, don’t get Bruce involved. I’ll play your stupid game,” he finally relented. Tim grinned at his win, then cast a hopeful look at Cass.

She pulled a face and signed No thank you. Better things to do than watch VR pornos.

Tim’s face blushed profusely as he opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off by Jason’s cackling. Even Alfred cracked a smile while he rolled the dough onto the ravioli press.

Once Jason quieted down, Tim crossed his arms and said, “Suit yourself. Looks like it’ll be no-girls-allowed anyway.”

“Guess we’d better tell Cassie that, Timbo,” Dick wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which Tim elected to ignore.

“Speaking of suits,” Alfred said while seamlessly spreading filling in the ravioli and placing another sheet on top of the press, “aren’t you boys going to miss the premiere if it is indeed at midnight?”

Tim looked imploringly at the two girls. “You wouldn’t be willing to trade shifts for your favorite brother, would you?”

* * *

Wally West strolled out of the zeta tube and into the Justice League’s satellite, known to himself and the other heroes as The Watchtower. He was dressed in a casual NASA t-shirt and jeans, slurping a smoothie, and playing a game on his phone.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made him look up. He was greeted with the sight of his old team, Aqualad, Superboy, Miss Martian, Rocket, Zatanna, and Artemis, waiting impatiently. They were dressed in full hero attire-- he didn’t even realize Artemis still had her costume-- and looked to him expectantly.

“Hey guys, what’s poppin’?” Wally grinned and gave his friends a lazy chin jerk.

“‘What’s poppin’?’ Babe, are you serious? You told us to meet here ASAP for an emergency. So you can tell us what exactly is ‘poppin’.” Ah yes, his Spitfire. Artemis Crock still wasn’t afraid to give him a piece of her mind. But this time it looked like everyone else was on her side too, as they nodded in agreement with her emphatic air quotes.

“Oh, uh yeah, Mindscape is coming out tonight!” He set his smoothie down on the table. “I got us all passes and I’m super stoked for the launch. It’s got this super cool new VR tech that’s basically being released for the first time ever. I got the equipment through my internship, so we’re all set! You guys are totally coming right?” He made finger guns at his increasingly exasperated friends.

Artemis facepalmed. Kaldur’ahm raised his eyebrows in that I’m disappointed in you but I’m not going to say it way of his and said, “Wally, with you and Artemis retired from the life, understand that we took this to be a literal emergency and rushed to your aid. Do not abuse our good intentions.”

“Seriously West, I have a lot on my plate right now!” Rochelle Ervin was also, apparently, a little upset with him. “You could’ve said it was about a dumb game.”

The speedster tried to do damage control with some lighthearted humor. “Hey guys, stay whelmed. I get it, I probably should have given a few more deets about this very-much-not-dumb game, but do you know how many candy bars I had to eat to win these passes?”

“This is why you’ve been spending so much on junk food?” Oh, he was in big trouble with Artemis now. “You probably didn’t have to eat all of them, babe.”

M’gann M’orzz, Connor Kent, and Zatanna Zatara looked similarly annoyed. Well, the girls did. Connor just looked like his usual brand of annoyed, which was honestly a small victory.

“So...” Wally felt a little sheepish now, “who wants in?”

The rest of the group exchanged a look. Artemis was the first to speak up. “Well, you’ve already invested too much of our money in this to turn back now.” She walked up to him and poked a finger at his chest. “But you owe me so many dinners for this.”

He grinned triumphantly. “Deal!”

Rochelle spoke up next. “Me and my plate don’t need any more helpings, thank you very much. I’ll see y’all at the next team reunion!” She flew out through the zeta tube.

Kaldur clapped him on the shoulder. “If you need any assistance, I will be there. But for now I am running Atlantis in Aquaman’s stead while he is off-world, and I must return to my duties.” He then bid the rest of the team farewell and stepped through the zeta tube.

“Haha, he said ‘duties.’” Wally said once he’d left, then winced as Artemis smacked his arm lightly. Lightly for her. Rubbing his arm, he looked imploringly at his other friends.

M’gann and Conner looked deep in a telepathic conversation, which was just awkwardly intense eye contact for onlookers. Zatanna crossed her arms and sighed, “Fine, why not. I didn’t have plans for the weekend anyway. Lead the way to your chocolate factory, Charlie.”

Connor, having caught the tail end of the conversation, looked confused at the reference. He shrugged and said, “I’m in, could be fun.”

M’gann gave her friends an apologetic smile. “Sorry guys, my uncle needs help back on Mars. There’s tensions between the white and green martians again, and he really needs me there to get it under control.”

She gave Connor a peck on the cheek and left to board the nearby Bioship.

“And then there were four,” Wally said with a smile. “Now let’s go make you guys some avatars!”

* * *

Bart Allen could hardly contain his excitement. Scratch that, he couldn’t contain his excitement! “Bouncing off the walls” may be an exaggeration for most people, but he was not most people. Being the grandson of The Flash certainly had its perks, and being able to literally bounce off the walls was one of them.

The cause of his excitement, his friends Timothy Drake-Wayne and Wally West, had just called to ask if Bart wanted extra passes to the premiere of the biggest video game of the decade. And uh, yeah duh he wanted them! He already had one he’d bought for himself, but bringing four extra friends? So totally crash.

He opened up his phone and pulled up the group chat titled Badass Babes.

CrashBandicoot: hey bitchez n babez (u kno who u r), u ready 4 the best videogame of the yr to drop?!

BlueMenace: ese, do you HAVE to type like that?

WonderBabe: yea it’s super annoying

CrashBandicoot: gtta go fast babez

CrashBandicoot: now answer the question

GreenMenace: oh i heard about that! mindscape, right? isn’t it some vr game

CrashBandicoot: yes! nd i got extra tix, so come ovr to cave

GirlBoss: No can do, got research tomorrow!

MaleWife: you always have research bae. sorry little speedster, gotta drive the lady to work

CrashBandicoot: u guys r moding my night :(

BlueMenace: totally not a word but I’ve got you cariño, be there in an hour

WonderBabe: ah what the heck, I’ve got nothing better to do

GreenMenace: always down to whoop ur ass in video games

CrashBandicoot: u wish

CrashBandicoot: roy?

Ginger1 is typing...

WonderBabe: it’ll be fun! more ~mingling~ with kids our age

Ginger2: Hold on, give him some time

Ginger1 is typing...

BlueMenace: Roy, I can pick you up on my way in if you want

Ginger1 has stopped typing.

Ginger2: Um, he says he’ll meet you guys there

Ginger2: He may have destroyed his phone with his “non-typing” hand

GreenMenace: pog

WonderBabe: see u guys soon!

Bart pumped his fist, then ran at top speed to his boyfriend Jaime’s house, where it looked like he was doing homework. Seriously, on a Friday night? Bart had absolutely no qualms about whisking him into his arms and making for the nearest zeta tube.

“Woah Bart, I said I needed an hour!” Jaime protested.

Bart rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you definitely don’t have anything due tonight, and we have to make your character online before the launch!”

Jaime just looked resigned as they sped into the zeta tube. He knew what he had signed up for.

#healing hands #jasonette #sword art online au #virtual reality #maribat #maribat fic #batfam #batfam fic #yj #yj fic #young justice #young justice fic

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hello-everyfandom · 4 years ago

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“Can we please pretend I never said that?”

Warnings: Alcohol

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader

Words: 1.1k

Summary: You and Ron are tipsy at a party.

Prompt: Requested 185 “Neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation.”

142 “Can we please pretend I never said that?”

(Fair warning, my loves, I’ve never fully written for Ron. But, here it is. I hope I captured some of his awkwardness!)

The Gryffindor common room was full of lively and extremely drunk teenagers. Bottles of Firewhiskey and Dragon Barrel Brandy that were bought by the older students were passed around carelessly. Your fellow housemates laughed and jumped to the charmed record player, and you were sure the paintings were going to fall and crash to the floor by the end of the night. You and Harry stood near the fireplace, Harry had brightened cheeks from the alcohol and a content look on his face.

“I reckon if McGonagall were to find out that her prestigious students were jumping on the couches, she’d have a heart attack,” you laughed, sipping on your cup. The fire whiskey felt unnaturally good and warmed your stomach.

“I think she’d end up murdering all of us,” Harry smiled. The two of you snorted and continued to joke at the drunk students around you. You watched as Harry became distracted watching Ginny sneak off from the party hand in hand with Dean Thomas. Sympathetically, you rubbed your arm and gave him a tender look,

“‘m sorry, Harry.”

Harry seemed to snap out of his gaze and looked back at you with a look that made you pity him, “For what?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

“You know what,” you raised your eyebrows in Ginny’s direction.

“‘s fine,” he mumbled, “rather used to it by now.”

“Yes, well,” you took another sip and encouraged him to do the same, “at least you don’t have to see Ronald sucking face with Brown, they at least had the decency to move to an empty, sad, classroom.”

“You sound a little,” he teased, “jealous.”

“Jealous? Me?” you spit out a laugh and cross your arms, “unlikely.”

Harry gave you a knowing look, he was well aware of your feelings for his best friend and knew it was quite painful to see him and Lavender. “As if I’d be jealous of him, not that I am, jealous. ‘Sides, I bet he kisses with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.” you try to defend yourself but sadly admitting defeat to Harry’s eyes, “It doesn’t matter if I’m jealous anyway, feelings for him or not, he’s with Lavender.”

Harry laughed but quickly stopped after looking behind your shoulder, you turned to face Ron and became extremely red-faced. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the sudden embarrassment you were faced with, but you were surely flushed. Ron, surprisingly, laughed and came closer as Harry excused himself. You expected him to be annoyed or even angry at your making fun of his relationship, however, he relaxed against the fireplace.

“Ron, I-” you laughed, “Sorry, can we please pretend I never said that.”

“Which part?” Ron began, “the part where you think I kiss like an open-mouthed toad, or the part about your uh, feelings for me?”

“I never said you looked like a toad when you kiss!” You chortled and hoped the amount of alcohol in his body forgot the second part in which you confessed your feelings for him.

“You know, you could give it a whirl,” Ron suggested,

“Give what a whirl?”

“The ole snog master here,”

You spit out your drink and continued into laughter, “Ron, you’re not slick.”

“What!” He asked, “is it that bad to imagine?” he asked almost gloomily,

“Might I remind you, sir, that you have a girlfriend?” you pointed across the room to see Lavender staring at the pair of you with a sneer and angry eyes.

“Lavender and I? Nah,” Ron shrugged, “She ended it.”

Immediately, your spin stiffened and your heart began to race. You had a quaffle sized lump in your throat as you tried to swallow it down, “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” Ron stared at you. A beat of silence passed and then the two of you were in fits of laughter. You balanced yourself on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

“You may be a git, but you’re bloody funny when you’re tipsy Ron.” Ron smiled and shifted to smell your perfume. “But, I still won’t kiss you.” Ron’s smile dropped,

“Why?” you could smell the alcohol on his breath,

“Because, well- I, you know why.” You struggled to get the words out, just realizing how close you were to him, the boy you’ve been in love with since second year. The boy you’d take curse after curse for. “Why did you even split up anyways,”

“Something about not being ‘in the relationship’ while being ‘in the relationship’” he said with air quotes. “Why? Are you jealous?”

“Oh yes, incredibly jealous, now I get to make a move on Lavender.” you rolled your eyes.

“Always with the sarcasm, you.”

“What can I say, you love me.” you quipped.

“Maybe I do.”

“Yeah right,” you scoffed.

“Blimey, Y/N, you drive me crazy.”

“I drive you crazy?” You asked incredulously.

“Yes! You, you’re too smart.”

“I wasn’t aware that was a problem,”

“And you, you wear that -uh- rose perfume,”

“Most people do, your point?”

“And you make me laugh and then my stomach hurts after, and even though you think I’m thick, you’ll still help me with muggle studies.”

“Ronald, what are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying,” he took a deep breath in, “I think you should kiss me,” he mumbled awkwardly,

You looked at Ron’s eyes, you couldn’t place the emotion within them, “I’m not interested in a quick shag,” you shrugged again making him groan.

“Will you just listen to me? Bloody hell, women are difficult. I fancy the hell out of you,”

You stared and then shook your head with a pathetic laugh escaping your lips, “Sod off Ron, you’re not tricking me. Good joke.”

“I do!” he said, taking your hand. “I’m not tricking you! And I want us, I think I want us to-”

“Don’t say ‘be together’ because you’ll end up regretting it in the morning.”

“Why would I regret that?”

Ron, neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation.”

“I’ve never been more sober in my life. You’re absolutely mental sometimes, but I don’t want to be with Lavender Bloody Brown, I want to be with you.”

“Ron-” He silenced you, leaning in to kiss you. His lips were warm from the brandy he must’ve been drinking and the sheer adrenaline from finally telling the girl of his dreams that he fancies her. The crowd cheered after a second or two, watching you lean into the kiss farther. You gripped his collar whilst feeling his hand on your hips. You parted quickly and made accidental eye contact with a wide-eyed harry who mouthed “I knew it.” Ron was blushing purely from kissing you, and his dimples were beautifully showing.

“See, that was nothing like a toad, huh?”

“Ronald!” you scolded.

#Harry Potter imagines #ron Weasley imagines #Ron weasley #Harry potter #Ron weasley imagine #ron weasley oneshot #harry potter imagine #harry potter oneshot

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jimmygibbsjrrr · 4 years ago

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I have a lot of thoughts about the Slaters

namely, I've been wonderin why the Fairfield Survivors got thrown off the boat in Death Toll

in this panel of The Sacrifice comic, Francis confirms the fates of three of the rescue vehicles:

Image ID:

A panel from The Sacrifice: Part 1. Francis is sat in the rescue vehicle from Blood Harvest, speaking to Louis. His dialogue is as follows:

"Louis, I hate to be the one to break this to ya, but we been heading to the safe zone four times now. Helicopter: crashed. Plane: crashed. Boat: kicked us out and left us to die."

/end ID

the chopper from No Mercy was confirmed crashed in Crash Course, and as for the plane from Dead Air, it was pretty easy to guess (and would have been confirmed in the cut campaign Dam It).

but the part about the boat? that's the Slaters' boat from Death Toll. this is the first time we learn this information.

so...why? what happened?

(more under the cut, ended up writing wayyyy more than I expected over these past few days and don't wanna clog people's dashes lol)

so. let's take a quick dive into the last chapter of Death Toll, to see what we can discern about the Slaters from their dialogue.

the rescue vehicle in Death Toll is a civilian boat, Saint Lidia II, owned by John and Amanda Slater, a married couple. Amanda is never heard in-game, but John's reactions to her can be heard over the radio.

the Slaters are explicitly looking for "anyone out there with firearms". John later adds that "once you get on this boat? Your job is keeping our asses alive". it appears that their motivation for saving the Survivors is selfish from the get-go.

this is undoubtedly true in Amanda's case, however, some of John's lines betray a more selfless attitude. he will berate Amanda for not "think[ing] about the little guy". he will ask, "So what, then? We leave 'em to die? I can't do that, Amanda." whilst Amanda is thinking purely of their own survival, John still feels compassionate towards his fellow survivors. despite this, he says that "I don't want our first act of kindness to be our last", acknowledging the conflict between his compassion and his self-preservation.

so. these are the Survivor's saviours in Death Toll. a conflicted married couple looking for bodyguards, offering to take the Survivors upriver to a military safe zone in exchange for protection.

as for why they get thrown off the boat...well, the easiest explanation would be Amanda.

but, stay with me here, because I think it's a little more complicated than that.

this boat? fulla tension. there's the obvious tension between the Slaters, who we've established seem to fight and disagree regularly. then there's the inevitable tension between them and the Survivors. I reckon Louis, with his generally positive and friendly attitude, wouldn't have much of a problem with them, might even attempt some friendly conversation or something. however, he's about the only one.

the comic fully establishes Bill as caring about nobody except the Fairfield Survivors - the most obvious evidence of this being the words he lives and dies by, "we look after our own". he isn't particularly interested in other people, unless they can help the group out. and he'd likely recognise the unstable and conditional nature of their rescue. while I'm sure he'd try and keep the peace, in any reasonable disagreement or fight Bill's likely to take his friends' side, and if anyone's getting thrown off the boat Bill is going with them. this goes for the whole group, to be honest; I don't think they'd want to split up at this point.

Francis hates boats, hates water, and can't swim, so (and I'm getting a little speculate-y here) would probably be in an even sourer mood than usual on the journey. being as abrasive as he is, plus this additional stress, it's fully possible he could piss off the Slaters enough to get himself (or all of them) thrown off the boat.

as for Zoey? well, I don't imagine a married couple who constantly argues is gonna sit well with her, considering her backstory. similarly to Francis, the situation they're in would make her far more stressed, making it more likely for her to lash out.

Amanda didn't want to save the Survivors in the first place, so while I think that John wouldn't throw them off the boat without reason, I reckon she could persuade him to throw them off if they 'caused trouble' - and they would get into an argument with her far easier than they would with John.

in short: yeah, I can see them getting thrown off the boat by the Slaters after some huge fight or disagreement. I think that's a reasonable interpretation of canon, and definitely an interesting concept.

...however, I do wonder if this tension would really be enough to destabilise their mutual need, after everything they went through to come together.

which is why I'm going to bring up The Last Stand!

I gotta quickly address something before this segment: yeah, I'm totally aware this campaign isn't canon. this evidence works with the fact that it exists in an 'alternate timeline'. also, I am missing a few citations for this section - if anyone can provide them I'd really appreciate it, but just a disclaimer that I currently can't prove some of the things the wiki claims members of the Last Stand Community Update Team have said. here and here are the wiki pages where I got this information. in short - the above explanation is simpler and more canon compliant, the conclusion I draw at the end of this post is backed by shakier evidence but I believe is more interesting, and you can make of all that what you will.

allegedly, members of the Last Stand Community Update Team confirmed a strongly-suspected fan theory about The Last Stand: that it branches off from Death Toll in some way, in a non-canon alternative timeline. as well as this, they allegedly confirmed that in this alternative timeline, the Survivors still end up in Newburg for Dead Air. even without the confirmation, this remains a solid fan theory, due to the constant references to Riverside and re-use of many of Death Toll's assets.

who rescues the Survivors in The Last Stand? John Slater. no Amanda - just John. despite her lack of voice actress, if she was still present John would give some indication of this at some point. it can be speculated that whatever happened to her contributed to the lack of rescue at the boathouse that forced the Survivors to take an alternative route. either way, he ends up at the lighthouse when the Survivors call for rescue, alone, and picks them up.

and then later...throws them off the boat. into Newburg.

what reason would John have to do that? without Amanda, surely he wouldn't have that push, as he wanted to rescue the Survivors for multiple reasons in the first place. without his constant arguments with Amanda, Zoey wouldn't be nearly as stressed. and between the three of them I'm sure the other Fairfield Survivors would stop Francis from pissing John off enough to get them thrown off the boat. in short, less Amanda = less tension, and no reason for the Survivors getting chucked off the boat.

...right?

I'd like to remind you that a symptom of the Infection is paranoia.

what if, in both The Last Stand and Death Toll, John and Amanda are infected by the Survivors on the way to the military safe zone? after all, the virus is confirmed to occasionally be airborne, and I doubt two civilians have completely effective, sustained protection against that. likely the only reason they hadn't already been Infected is because they got out on the water early on in the pandemic, and hadn't come into contact with anyone else since. it's unlikely that one of them is immune, and even more unlikely that they're both immune (especially considering those with XX chromosomes may be genetically less likely to be carriers). wouldn't Francis have mentioned it if their rescuers turned or were obviously Infected? yes, but it's possible that the airborne strain works slower as well, meaning that the Survivors are thrown off of the boat after the symptoms kick in but before the Slaters fully turn. even Church Guy had at least an hour from being Infected to turning, and he was bitten. Newburg isn't too far from where the Survivors are rescued in Death Toll anyway (the burning city in the background of the finale is Newburg), so the Survivors clearly didn't last long on the boat anyway. as a result, the Survivors wouldn't realise it was the Infection intensifying the Slaters' paranoia - they'd just think the Slaters were being dicks. Francis also explicitly mentions that they were "left to die", implying negativity or even hostility from the Slaters as the Survivors were being thrown off.

so yeah. that's why I think they got thrown off of the boat in Death Toll - a combination of the intense tension between the two parties, and the Slaters falling victim to Infection-induced paranoia. but an explanation minus the Infection is equally as plausible. it all depends on what you find most interesting, I suppose, and both feel like they fit pretty well into the world.

lord this is a long chunk o text. I know most fandoms prefer art and fanfic over this sorta thing, so please let me know in replies or something if you're interested in more stuff like this. also if any of this makes sense because I like to ramble.

oh and if you'd like to use any of my interpretations in fanworks like art or fic, I'd love to see it :)

#l4d #l4d2 #left 4 dead #left 4 dead 2 #jrrrambles #not gonna tag any characters #because I mention a ton #and I don't think the Slaters have tags #i spent way too much time on this </3

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 4 years ago

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Stubborn

Warning: TW: Dark themes, Yandere, kidnapping, slight abuse (if you squint) Word count: 2,5k Summary: Bakugo had always thought he needed someone stubborn by his side, so why isn’t he happy when he finds just that in his new girlfriend? It doesn’t take long until he realizes that stubborn is never what he wanted. No. It’s obidient. And as destiny will have it, you, his best childhood friend, tend to be just that Pairing: Yandere!Bakugo x Batfam

A/N: So I have no reason to write this, but I had this small scene in my head and BAM! this existed. And why not share it, amiright? I’ll also post a request later today or tomorrow, but I just wanted to get this out there. Hope you enjoy

Bakugo had always thought he needed someone stubborn by his side. Someone who stood up for themselves and wouldn’t just take his shit as some other extras would. In his mind, it was a logical assumption. He was well aware that he was a (quite literal) hot-head. He tended to let his aggression get the best of him and, even though that calmed down the older he got, it was still an established fact in his life as a pro-hero. That was why he agreed to go out with her. She was, admittedly, attractive. She wouldn’t really be called pretty, but definitely hot. A slender body with curves in all the right places and long, flawless pink hair that ended just over her waist, lashes that when battered could get her just about everywhere and everything. It also very much helped that she was well aware of her good looks. She never wore anything borderline inappropriate or skimpy, but she took care of the fact that her clothes were bringing out her features and would give her other advantages, like the hells she wore that made her already rather tall form stand even taller at about 5’6 feet. Even though that still wasn’t exceptionally high, she still liked to tower over everyone she could tower over. She and Bakugo were both masters of intimidating, even if they used very different methods. Trat wasn’t the only thing that made them alike, she also had quite the temper, something that had to be reckoned with when meeting with her, but she wasn’t as much aggressive as she was stubborn and headstrong. She was just what Bakugo needed. So, when he had tried to save her from getting robbed while he was on patrol and she just scoffed and kicked the robber so hard in a place that the sun won’t shine at, calmly taking her purse back and acting as if nothing happened, he was somewhat impressed. And when she touched his arm and invited him inside he didn’t say no. After that she was a part of his life, quickly filling the empty spot of his girlfriend. And a month or two everything was nice, he enjoyed the romantic and sexual attention that she gave him and he found himself entranced by the way she would talk back to him when she didn’t like something. He even liked her enough to introduce her to the most important people that he had in his life. His best friends. After graduating and finally fulfilling his dream of being a pro-hero he had managed to keep in more-or-less close contact with his old classmates, but he and his squad were almost as close as ever, if not more. They met up about twice a month in the complete group and individual pairs whenever they felt like it, but it was safe to say that the group of friends had stayed the same way they always have been, just with the difference that they were now of legal age to drink. So - of course - the next time they met up, this time with the additional plus one on Bakugo’s side, they met at a bar that was conveniently placed between all of their homes. Because he was somewhat nervous, even though he wouldn’t admit it if you held a gun to his head, Bakugo decided to come ten minutes earlier than the time they had agreed to meet up and ordered drinks for him and his girlfriend. After that, the others slowly joined, first was Sero, then Kirishima, Ashido and Kaminari, but one person stayed missing from the group. Bakugo wanted to ask where you were staying and why you took so long, but when all the attention turned on him and his new relationship the question was lost in the void of his mind. Especially considering that only ten minutes after, the original excitement about meeting Bakugos girlfriend gone for the group, even though they were still milking her with questions, you came in with a small smile on your face like you weren’t even realizing you were late and joined them. Your hot-headed best friend asked you what had taken you so long after you had introduced yourself to the new person in the group and congratulated them on getting together, but you had just shrugged it off as no big deal. Bakugo forgot about it.

Bakugo had always thought he needed someone stubborn by his side, but Bakugo soon realized that that assumption was wrong. All the things he thought would be great about someone as headstrong as he was turned out to be annoyances. The things that he liked about her in the first months soon turned into things he hated with a burning passion. Just once he wanted her to shut up and actually listen to him. It started with small things. Like when he told her that he didn’t want to go out after a particularly rough day at work and she just whined and complained until he had enough and went along, or that one time when the two of them had a normal conversation about a type of food and she completely refused to accept a fact that he told her (and even, later on, found references for) - it wasn’t even like it was something that was against her or her believes, just something she had assumed wrong and still refused to back down about. Just so that she could come out of the fight as the winning party. And it just continued and got more and more, every little thing became a full-blown fight and she seemingly made it her personal mission to disobey and work against him as much as she could. He quickly figured out that you can’t fight fire with fire, that having a stubborn person like himself constantly clash with someone so similar was bound to fail and he hadn’t thought his original belief through. He even talked about it with you and Kirishima, debatably the closest of friends he had, and while you were as shy and quiet as you had been ever since going to school with him and Midoriya, both you and Kirishima agreed that it would be the best for everyone involved if you’d just break things off with her. With that the decision was basically set in stone, the only thing left was actually acting on the words so Bakugo spent the whole way home thinking about how he’d say it, what he’d do. But his mind wasn’t completely on track. Because besides the possible breaking-offs that he went through he also found himself thinking about who would fit better to him and while walking home surrounded by the lights of the city it was like he had an Enlightenment. He never needed someone stubborn, no, he needed someone obedient. Someone who wouldn’t fight him on his every word and would let him protect and care for them. That thought was the beginning of the end. When he finally comes home he’s lucky that he hadn’t yet asked her or had been asked by her if they could move together, but that happiness was quickly ruined by the load of missed calls and messages that she had left him. Exhausted and longing for someone he wasn’t even sure existed he went to bed and decided he’d deal with his little problem the day after. When he left work the next day during his break to catch some air and meet up with you, who worked not too far away in you own little pro-hero themed bakery, the thoughts of the before standing evening were still heavy in his mind, especially his newfound clearance on just what qualities his partner actually had to have. The smell of baked bread and sweets, the smell that somehow had surrounded you ever since you had been a child who played with him and Midoryia on the playground, greeted him in a wave of warm air when she opened the door and the familiar ring of the small bell hanging over it filled his ears. A sense of content filled him that he only had with you. The same content was the reason that you were still friends in the first place. Back when it was still him, Izuku and you, he always felt a bit jealous about how much more you were like Izuku, even though you weren’t quite as curious or cheery as he was, you were still a happy, calm kid with a tendency to stay on the more quiet side. So naturally, people would assume that after Bakugo developed his quirk - and Izuku didn’t, starting a long cycle of bullying and maybe even abuse from the blond hot-head - you would’ve stayed with the little green bean, and so did Bakugo. But he didn’t want that. He liked the feeling he had when he hung out with you and he was different with you, less angry and more tolerable. So he became almost possessive and incredibly jealous when it concerned you. He made sure that you stayed his friend, but - to come to his defence a little bit - he still “let” you be friends with Izuku, just as long as he still got the majority of your attention and love. As you grew up he lost most of that behaviour and exchanged it for a normal level of friendly protectiveness, enough that he made sure that you were okay and texted you almost every day while he was at school, but not as much that you couldn’t have other friends or your own life. Bakugo was especially happy when he introduced you to his other friends the first time and, even though your and their personalities practically crashed against each other, you bonded incredibly fast and became a member of his little squad. Something about these memories made his mind a little bit fuzzy, but everything came to a sudden halt when he heard an all too familiar - at this point almost dreaded - laugh. He felt like he had whiplash at the speed at which his head snapped to the side and he caught sight of his hopefully soon ex-girlfriend standing at the counter in front of a very-clearly confused looking you. His wish to have his peace from her at least until the evening burst into a thousand little bubbles and he found himself confronted by the inevitable. Bakugo planned to take her out of the bakery as to not cause a scene and explain to her that it was over, but everything changed when he heard a comment she made directed towards you before she even knew he was there. It was said in a nice voice, but with a venomous undertone, a comment about how weird it was that a Pro-Hero like Bakugo, someone so great and influential, was spending any time with a push-over like you. Something inside him snapped and he had to admit that his now definitely ex-girlfriends shoulder most likely didn’t stay unharmed at how hard he tugged at it to turn her around, not to mention the added pops of explosions that he couldn’t - and just maybe didn’t want to - hold back. He ended things right there and then, leaving her running out of the bakery crying and you looking at him shocked. Bakugo almost expected you to have a go at him about how horrible he behaved and about how mean he was, but you said nothing. Well, not nothing, no, you did say something. You thanked him - in a rather timid voice - for defending you. It was at this moment Bakugo realized what had always been before him.

Bakugo had always thought he needed someone stubborn by his side, but he found himself proven wrong when he suddenly saw that the person he needed was you. His quiet, shy, obedient best friend. No, you were always more than that and he had just never realized it. You were his soulmate. Yes, why else did you fit together to perfection in his mind? Not to mention that you definitely needed him. Your quirk wasn’t anything that could be used in a fight - not that he wanted you anywhere near a fight anyways - and you tended to let people walk and talk over you (which admittedly is somewhat his fault too, since he tended to walk and talk over you quite a lot in your life) so you needed someone to protect and care for you, right? Someone like him. When he looked at you from then on he felt something he had never, ever, felt before. Desperation, almost a need, to have you with him, no, even more: To have you. At first, he realized that what he was thinking wasn’t completely right, that all these thoughts about scooping you up and bringing you away, somewhere no-one else could get to, weren’t normal. But even as he fell back into a similar behaviour pattern of possessiveness, jealousness and obsessiveness that he had already shown in his childhood you never complained, never drew back from him. So clearly, you must love him too right? You must want him to be with you, to take you away. After that it’s only a question of time until kidnapping you - or saving you as he sees it - becomes a completely rational thing for Bakugo to do. He’ll buy a house not too far away from the city so that he could still be at work on time, but in a neighbourhood where you weren’t in any danger and he made it completely escape-proof. He told himself that it was to keep any intruders out, but really even he knew that it was to keep you in. He couldn’t even bear the thought of not seeing you for a day at this point. He’ll take you when you least expect it and he’ll make sure that no-one ever finds out that he was the one who took you. He’ll even lead the investigations and join the search parties that he and his friends would surely organise, but nothing would ever come from it. At least not until you finally realized that he hadn’t lost his mind, that you were meant for him, and accepted your spot at his side. Then he’d miraculously find a long-forgotten hint that would lead him right to were you were being kept and he’d accept you into his house after your apartment and bakery have long been sold to someone else and it wouldn’t be too unbelievable that you just happened to fall in love with him then, right? Of course, he knew it would take a while until that could happen, he knew that it must be hard for you to come to terms with just how much the two of you loved each other and - even though he’d rather have you already back to your calm, happy, obedient self - he was willing to live through your little tantrums and moods until you finally settled down with him. It was bound to happen sooner or later…

Bakugo had never needed someone stubborn by his side, he now knows, he had needed you.

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