#y’all this car is old enough to join the military & i just want it to join the grave

[achliegh]

Bronze

Alright, I had this wonderful idea come into my head about Clayton, honestly he deserves his own fic. So here is his version of events! Lots will tie together with Golden so I recommend you read that as well. But you don’t have to of course.

Explaining:

Before Letter is the present.

Letter is updating the lives of the people back home, of whoever wrote it mostly.

After Letter is memory.

The first few letters will be very awkward because writing letters and not being sure what to talk about and what not to talk about is hard and confusing. Stick with me! Yes, this prologue is just a letter.

TW/CW: Discussions of death, miliatry training, smut, cringy jokes, underage drinking, dumb choices, swearing, and more later on.

Beta: @walking-crisis

Some Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Chapter 2:

For You

Chicken Fried

It was silent besides the radio humming faintly over the walkie attached to his vest. Every breath he took in filled his lungs with dust.

Nothing felt real.

The mission was to take out a target. Clay left it at that because he hasn’t been in the military long enough to be able to consider targets… people. He felt sick anytime he put the two together but he knew this is what he signed up for. This target has taken many lives and he was watching through his scope, gun pointed at the door of the building where the target operated.

He had to put himself in the headspace where he couldn’t think about anything other than the trigger where his finger flinched whenever the door opened.

He didn’t have the signal so he didn’t shoot.

His partner sat next to him, completely relaxed tapping his thigh to the beat of the music. Every hit of his thigh almost made Clay flinch. This wasn’t his first mission where he had to take a target out, but this was the first where he didn’t see them actively doing something horrendous. The slight breeze felt like it could push him over with just the right amount of pressure. Everything was sensitive… yet he felt numb.

The door opened for the fifth time in the last hour and an old woman waddled out of the building, she smiled at a small group of children who ran past. She has aged with stress from the lines of her wrinkles. Her baggy clothes looked homemade.

She was sweet, reminding him of his own mother.

He relaxed when he saw her, knowing she couldn’t be the target. Watching her talk to a man on the street he hears the signal. His partner rolls over to lay next to him and takes out his binoculars to look at the woman and gives Clay the signal to get ready.

Two Fingers Pointed Up: Get ready.

Two Fingers Pointed Out: Shoot.

Hesitating for a moment, his partner notices and gives him a look to get his shit together. Swallowing his hesitation. He takes the safety off his gun and ready's himself for the shot.

One he would hear forever.

Dear Honey Bee,

How's my baby doing? Making friends I hope, that’s the one thing you always amaze me with. The way you make friends so easily. I could never, shy little thing like myself. I was terrible at breaking out of my shell. Your daddy always convinced me to go out though.

Which reminds me! You remember Miss Bell down the road? She is pregnant with triplets, and no one knows who the father is. How scandalous! I always thought she would end up with that farmer Micheal across the river but she never liked him much.

Your lovers stopped by last week and Little Miss… what do you call her? Sparky or something. She was absolutely glowing when we gave her a photo album of you and Leo from when you were in middle school. The hunk you managed to catch had hour long conversations with your daddy about the latest sports which I didn’t understand so I did what you always tell me to do.

Smile and Nod.

It’s odd writing letters to you, I remember writing to my family when I first moved in with your Daddy because we didn’t have the email or the phones. But I am so used to writing to you over the phone that writing on paper is odd. I hope you’re getting these letters, everyone has said you haven’t responded but I remember when Wyatt was in the military and Eloise was a mess, long before you and Leo were around. So, I’m not too worried.

I am sending you and your Team the best wishes for safety. Praying y’all all get home safe and make lots of babies. We need more kids, I want grandbabies and I made sure your lovers know that.

Now, on a more serious note. Your Daddy is still upset with you for just leaving like that. He wishes he could have convinced you to stay because he wants you safe. I want you safe too but I know this is something you need to do. From the calls I've had with Leo he is also still angry with you.

I keep trying to convince your Daddy to write but he says it hurts too much. So know that He sends his best anytime I write to you. Anytime you think of us.

We love you so much Clayton London Bruss. Now get some rest, I know you’re tired.

Love,

Your Mama

He knocks on the window of Leo’s truck, horny fuck can’t control himself. Clay doesn’t mind it much though, walking over to Ashley who hands him his phone that she was routinely checking.

“Find anything interesting?” He takes his phone and puts it in his back pocket, putting an arm around her shoulders.

“Nothing besides your terribly gay nudes.” She rolls her eyes. “Just because Leo is a faggot doesn’t mean you have to sink that low.” Clay furrows his brows and is about to say something back when Finn walks over to them, looking like he just had a great make out. Clay smiles.

“How was the truck?”

“Warm, I forgot how hot it gets in the south.” Finn pulls his shirt to get some airflow and Clay nods while Ashley scowls a little at the redhead in front of them. The music starts to play over the speakers. Logan joins them after a couple of minutes.

Clay has gotten a few… interesting vibes from Logan when Leo isn’t looking. He notices the hesitation that Leo can’t see. He sees the way Logan wants to tell Leo to back off and to pull him closer at the same time.

Leo doesn’t deserve that.

Clay likes Finn better because Finn definitely likes Leo, and Logan probably to a point where it's bad for himself. But Finn is someone who cares with all or nothing.

Leo does deserve that.

They start heading over to where Leo has parked, a Bronco in between their trucks, Clay notices Logan hesitate reaching for Finn’s hand. So, it wasn’t only a Leo thing. Lots of people think Clay is an oblivious idiot but that would be sort of wrong. He is very observant when it comes to people, maybe not so much when it comes to safety.

“CLAY!” He looks upt just in time to see Leo chuck a BudLight, yuck, at him. Obviously needing to get rid of it, he pulls out his keys and punches a whole to shotgun it.

Way to start off the night.

Lot’s of drinks later, one of his favorite songs came on over the speaker. Chicken Fried by The Zac Brown Band, it's a great song. Casually singing the lyrics he turns to Ashley who is on her phone, he shrugs not caring and runs over to Leo and jumps on his back. Hopping off after Leo lightly elbows him in the ribs, Leo turns around and joins him in singing the lyrics.

Dancing like idiots he looks at Leo’s infatuations and sees them with sappy looks on their faces but he knows Leo won’t notice them.

As the night goes on they do more stupid shit, crawling into the passenger side of his truck he let’s Ashley drive him home. The blind trust he puts in her is something he will regret later. About 20 miles from his house they see flashing red and blue lights behind the truck. Ashley pulls over and sighs annoyed, crossing her arms.

Clays anxiety is off the charts, he knows he isn’t sober and underage. If this is who he thinks it is then there is a 100% chance he will be taken down to the station. Of course, they would get pulled over when Ashley’s dad knew she would be at a bonfire with her “degenerate” boyfriend.

“Hi Daddy” Ashley smiles a little at the officer as he shines a flashlight into the cab of the truck right into Clay’s eyes.

“Sir, I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle. Hi Ash, can you drive your car home after you drop his truck off? I’m gonna book him down at the station.” Clay gets out and about falls over and neither Ashley or her dad is impressed.

Getting thrown into the back of a cop car after an aggressive handcuffing and pat down is not how he wanted to spend his night. He honestly just wanted to go to bed.

Having been arrested for no reason so many times he knows the process by heart now. So well in fact that the officers don’t even have to tell him what to do. He just does it and goes to sit in his favorite cell. Where he can throw pieces of paper at the Sheriff’s desk.

He calls his mom with his one phone call and tells her what happened. She is out of town with his dad for a conference about cattle prices in the south this year so Clay gets to spend the night in the cell. Great.

Just what he wanted.

[jadekitty777]

Fate’s Arrow: Chapter One

Today’s entry I actually started before Valentine’s Day, and it was supposed to be for the holiday. But I fell behind on my goal line - then FG week was announced with the exact theme I was using for the entry I decided I would repurpose it for the shipweek instead.

And I still didn’t finish this one.

So I’m cheating a little bit. Unfortunately, for as great as I have done for the week (and I won’t lie, I’m very impressed with myself) a month to do seven stories is VERY demanding for me. I’m just not fast enough nor do I have enough free time to make it happen without my quality dipping. And I want y’all to read a product I’m proud of.

SO, all this to say... that this is the first chapter of this tale. I will readdress it at a future time, but I hope you enjoy this one!

Day 4: Soulmates

Rating: K+

Pairing: Qrow/Clover

Word Count: 1.4k

Ao3 Link: Chapter One

Summary: It was said to be the work of Fate: A date etched one’s wrist, in the color of another's eyes, that foretold a destined meeting with one's soulmate.

Qrow took one look at his and decided the person with teal eyes he was meant to encounter on February 14th was more trouble than they were worth. [Modern Soulmate AU]

Qrow was pretty sure when he was born, Fate took one look at him, laughed hysterically, and then, like the conniving mistress She was, etched in the color of his other half’s irises what had to be the most ironic date in the world to find his soulmate:

February, 14th

That’s all he got. A day and an eye color. Nothing more, nothing less. Not even the year – for all he knew, he’d met his soulmate before he could even talk.

He thumbed at his wristband, where below the teal green ink was hidden. Then scoffed at himself when he realized what he was doing.

Soulmates, pah! What good was a soulmate, anyways? He’d seen what it had done to his best friend, how Tai had practically danced on Cloud 9 for five years only to lose Summer and trade in all that joy for Stage 5 depression instead. There was nothing romantic or fulfilling about that. It was just sad. And to think the same could happen to him?

Qrow was pretty sure he had enough problems to fill out the Dignostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders himself, thank you very much.

He reached across the bathroom sink, plucking out his contact lenses from their case and placing them in either eye. He blinked rapidly a few times to get used to the feeling, looking into the now blue orbs staring back at him.

He had no intention of being a pawn of Fate whom was already twittering away over destining them to meet on the so called “Day of Love”.

He set the case aside, gave himself one more appraising look, before heading out the door.

Besides, with his luck, even if he did find them, his soulmate wouldn’t even like him.

~

Tai was intent on giving him hell for it – just like every year before.

“I just don’t understand why you insist on making yourself unhappy.” He was saying as he slowed the car down for a stop light.

Qrow looked up from the emails he was riffling through (mostly junk about it being the ‘Last day to buy for his one and only!’), to frown towards the blond. “Hey, who says I’m unhappy?”

Tai rolled his own naturally blue eyes at him. “Oh, I don’t know, why don’t we ask Jack Daniels?”

He rolled his eyes right back. “Just because I knock back a few every now and again-”

“Every now and again? Qrow, for awhile, it was almost every night!”

“Yeah, and I got better. What more do you want from me?” He huffed. As the light turned green and they started moving again, he added, “What does this have to do with anything, anyways?”

“Because I don’t want to see you like that again man! It was, scary.” Tai brow had furrowed with stress, a crinkling at the edges of his eyes that made it look like he might cry.

Gods, Qrow hated it that expression. It made his gut twist in unpleasant ways.

So, he looked out the window instead. “And what, finding my soulmate will be the cure to my alcoholism?”

“No, but it would be something positive for you. Which you do need more of in your life.” He replied, taking a right onto Beacon Boulevard.

Leafless trees framed either side of the street. Last night’s snowfall was still heaped heavily into the knots of trunks and today’s sun caused the icicles clinging to the branches to shine brightly. They only had a few houses to go before they pulled up to the curb of their destination – a moderately sized two-story house that sheltered a rather unusual collective within its walls. Oz’s Home Away From Home was a group home for recently orphaned kids as well as teenagers who fell out of unfavorable foster home situations. The facility was meant to provide a safe space for kids to recover from or deal with trauma and grief rather than immediately allow the government social workers to chuck them into the system and forget about their pain.

Having been fosters themselves during a time when the organization was an even more unfavorable mess, Tai and Qrow had both been volunteering for nearly a decade now at Oz’s. They came by every other Saturday, working with the kids there to rehabilitate or counsel them. It was difficult, trying to instill hope into the children when Qrow knew they felt at their lowest. He’d been there right along with them once, and hoped that the man they could see now acted as an example that things did get better. That there was still a future out there for them.

Tai pulled the break and cut the engine, but that did nothing for his motormouth. “Look, all I’m saying is, are you really going to be satisfied letting the opportunity to meet your soulmate pass you by?”

He shrugged as he unbuckled his seatbelt.  “There’s plenty of people who don’t have a date on their wrist and they seem to make it through life just fine. I don’t see why I’d be any different.” He threw open the door, adding as he got out. “Just ‘cause I have one doesn’t mean I need them.”

“It’s not-”

He slammed the door closed before he had to hear anymore.

He enjoyed the blissful silence for all of two seconds, when Tai got out from the other side, “You bast-”

This time he was saved by the front door flying open. “Oscar-!” He heard Oz yelling from inside.

But it did nothing to pause the freckled-faced boy from running down the steps of the stoop, calling brightly, “Mr. Qroooow!”

Qrow grinned, swooping up the little five-year-old in his arms and lifting him high just like he liked. “Hey you lil’ rascal.”

He giggled holding his arms out. “I’m the crow now.”

“That you are.” He laughed. As he peered past the boy, he could see Ozpin making his way over.

It was easy to tell from his unusually rumpled appearance that it had probably been a hard morning for the caretaker. “Sorry, he got away from me.”

“No need to be sorry, I can’t think of a more wonderful greeting.” Tai said as he made his way around the car. He held out his hands, letting Qrow deposit Oscar into them.

“Mr. Long!” The boy immediately started fiddling with the fringed ends of Tai’s yellow scarf. “Did you bring gifts?”

The blond made a show of thinking really hard. “Hmmmm, I can’t recall. Maybe we need to check the trunk and see?”

“Need help carrying anything?”

The new voice was unexpected and had Qrow looking towards the door, eyebrows rising at the man coming down the steps. He remembered Ozpin mentioning a new volunteer would be joining them today – a friend of a friend, was what he had said. But he hadn’t mentioned more than that. Like, perhaps, the slightly more interesting fact that he was from the military.

From head to toe, the new fellow was decked out in the white uniform of a navy officer, even the circular, wire-frame sunglasses. The only thing he didn’t have was the low-brimmed cap. Probably didn’t want to contain that slightly ridiculous updo he had, which reminded Qrow of a crest of feathers certain birds had. Something glinted on his chest, catching his eye, and he tried to make out what it was.

“Any help would be appreciated!” Tai called from where he was trying to juggle Oscar and get the trunk open. The new guy hurried over to relinquish him of the boy which turned out to be a bit more difficult when he refused to let go of Tai’s scarf.

Oz joined in the effort, helping to untangle them, and once he had a good hold of Oscar, the soldier stepped back to stand beside Qrow instead.

It gave him a chance to get a better look at the medallion on the collar of his shirt. He snorted as he realized it was a brooch in the shape of a four-leaf clover. “Hey shamrock, I think you decorated for the wrong holiday.”

“Huh? Oh, you mean this?” He flicked one edge as he adjusted his grip on Oscar. “Nah this is just an old keepsake of mine.”

“Mr. Bee? Can I wear your glasses again?” The little boy asked, wide-eyed and hopeful.

“Sure kid.” He lowered his head so he could reach up and take them.

Qrow snorted again. “Bee?”

“Ebi, actually. Clover Ebi.” The other man corrected, looking up at him with a grin that was almost blinding.

But only almost – and almost just wasn’t enough.

As he stared into the other’s teal green eyes, Qrow swore the sudden rushing in his ears was the sound of Fate pouring Herself a glass of well-deserved wine.

Oh fuck.

[oscars-wifeyyy]

Mother Hen Chapter Two

Prologue

Chapter One

Click! Lilo groaned and covered her face, but she paused when she felt a body under her so she slowly turned to see the Oscar Diaz sleeping away as if he had no worries and Cesar Diaz snapping away on his phone pointing at the two. She quickly, but slowly got up while swatting away at Cesar and his phone while he was quietly laughing. The duo went to the kitchen and began breakfast for the rest of the people in the slightly older girl’s living room.

They were done with the eggs and bacon, leading to Jamal to wake up to the smell and make his way to the kitchen to see what else they were cooking. All three of them decided to wake everyone up by playing music and the smell of food so Cesar and Jamal grabbed her speaker from her room while Lilo stayed in the kitchen to make the food. Jamal was turning on the speaker and setting it on the kitchen counter while Cesar was on his phone to connect it via Bluetooth. By the time they got it working Monse was up and rolling her eyes at the boys’ stupidity while waiting for the food to be done.

Monse quickly snatched Cesar’s phone and began scrolling through his music to pick a song, but Cesar took it back and picked Money in the Grave by Drake ft Rick Ross. The beginning of the song had started and Lilo squealed because it was her favorite song for the time being. It was almost at top volume as Ruby and Oscar came in glaring at everyone because they were interrupted by the loud music until the beginning lines started and Lilo belted out the lyrics and dancing around as she put the food out on the dining room table.

“I said where should I really even start? I got hoes that I’m keepin’ in the dark. Got my ***** ‘cross the street livin’ large. Thinkin' back to the fact that they dead. Thought my raps wasn't facts 'til they sat with the bars. I got two phones, one need a charge. Yeah, they twins, I could tell they ass apart” Lilo took a breath and smiled at the others.

Oscar had a small smile on his face, Cesar was smirking at his best friend, while the others had their mouth agape. Ruby, Jamal, and Monse didn’t expect Lilo to go off and yell out the lyrics to the popular song because they were used to her listening to old school music like Tupac, Guns N’ Roses, Black Sabbath, N.W.A, etc. There was a laugh that came out of Cesar as he took a look at his three other friends who were still in shock at the whole scene.

“Let’s eat, guys. I made corned beef hash, scrambled eggs, two fried eggs, there is rice from last night, hash browns, and bacon,” Lilo sat down at began piling her plate with the food.

The brother immediately sat down to pile their food on their plates soon followed by the other three who were debating who was sitting where until Lilo had enough of it, “alright, fine! Cesar, sit next to your brother. I’ll sit next to him too, now all three of you, sit on the other side,”

The three had their eyes wide open as they followed her orders and sat down but made no move to make their own plate. A moment passed until Lilo began a conversation with Cesar and Oscar so Monse began piling her plate then Jamal and Ruby. After that moment, a conversation began between everyone except Oscar, causing Lilo to feel bad for the man that was slightly older than her. She took matters into her own hands and started a conversation with the feared man to her left.

“Yo, homie. How did you sleep?” Lilo chuckled.

“Really? Homie? Fool, I slept alright. You?” Oscar smirked.

“That was my impression of you,” Lilo snorted, “You always say fool or homie to people. I’m sure you slept great since you made me lay on you last night while I was asleep,”

“What? Fool. stop playin’. I didn’t do that,” Oscar did his infamous eyebrow raise.

“Yes, you did, homie,” Lilo began laughing, “I sure as hell didn’t begin laying on you,”

The two realized it was quiet so they turned to see everyone was looking at them. Cesar looked happy, Monse was confused while Ruby and Jamal looked scared. Oscar began glaring at them and that caused a reaction to come out of the two scared boys, but Monse just glared back until her attention turned to Cesar. Lilo figured that Cesar had kicked her under the table to get her to stop and that happened as she turned her attention back to her food and in conversation with Cesar, Jamal, and Ruby.

Breakfast ended on a good note and the younger ones had left to hang out at Ruby’s as the older ones were talking. It was nearing 3 pm when Oscar stood up from the couch.

“Get ready, Hermosa. We leave at 4,” Oscar made his way to the front door.

“You got it, dude,” Lilo followed Oscar so she could lock the front door.

Oscar left as Lilo closed the door after him and made her way to her room to pick out her outfit and shoes. Lilo was a huge fan of Vans and Converse so she had a wall full of Vans and another wall full of Converse of different colors and types, even vintage ones. She decided on a black bralette with a white shirt that hung on one of her shoulders and a pair of light boyfriend jeans cuffed enough to see her white crew socks with her white Old Skool vans that she customized herself. The young girl didn’t really like to put make-up on so she put mascara and lip gloss.

The clock had hit 3:55 when Oscar came knocking on the door with a white shirt with black Dickies with his high-top converse. Lilo opened the door ready as can be and got out of the house to lock the door so they could start their adventure. They got into his cherry red Impala and blasted music as they drove on the freeway and towards the beach that was probably private property.

There was surprisingly little traffic so they got there 30 minutes later and parked in front of the view of the ocean. The duo got out of the car and started to walk, but Oscar stopped the short beauty and rushed to the trunk of the car, coming back with a blanket and a picnic basket filled with food, drinks, and snacks. Lilo chuckled and started to lead Oscar towards the ocean so they could be closer to the view, but not close enough for the tide to get close enough to get them wet.

After the blanket was set up and ready to be sat on, they sat next to each other to watch the waves and talk to each other about life and other deep stuff. Oscar was opening up on his childhood and how he was supposed to go to a good school in Pasadena, but he passed it up to take care of Cesar. There were a lot of questions and jokes exchanged between the two until the big question about Lilo came up.

“So what did you mean when you told Valentina that you competed with fighting to get the money?” Oscar turned to look at Lilo.

Lilo sighed, “well, I'm a trained UFC fighter and I compete in tournaments as well as some underground fights around the area. That’s how I can afford the rest of the mortgage payments, groceries, and other things like my car payments. I love it, but I also don’t want to fight my whole life,”

Oscar was confused, “wait, you’re parents are military. Don’t they get some type of help with the payments and things?”

“Military is a lot of things. They help a little bit, but they don’t help much. It’ll obviously help when I’m in JC because of their GI Bill, but the house and everything...we have to pay the rest out of pocket,” Lilo shrugged, '' It's a downside, but being in the military makes my parents happy and I don’t want to make them quit,”

“Soooo…” Oscar trailed with a smirk, “when is your next fight? I want to come and see if you really are trained,”

“Fool, my next fight is actually this Sunday. So tomorrow,” Lilo laughed, “alright, homie, we gotta go back home so I can rest and be ready for tomorrow,”

The two got up and cleaned everything up before making their way back to the car to go home. A comfortable silence came as they realized that they were closer than ever, to the point of Oscar being her second-best friend and Lilo being his person to vent to since she understood the gang life and didn’t deny it like Cesar’s friends. Cesar was outside the house in just his shorts and slides with a smirk on his face when he saw the two people that he cared about in his older brother’s car with small smiles on both of their faces.

“Hey, guys” Cesar smiled, “how was your day? Did y’all confess your love to each other?”

“Salad, go inside and sleep. I got a fight tomorrow, remember?” Lilo glared.

Cesar rolled his eyes, “yes I remember. Monse and Jamal are coming too,”

Lilo nodded, “ok. Spooky is coming with us,”

The younger brother nodded and went back inside, but put his head out after a second, “have a good night, but not too good of a night, you two,”

“Cesar, I swear if you don’t go inside right now,” Oscar glared at his younger brother.

The freshman laughed and went inside as Lilo started laughing at the younger boy with Oscar. Lilo started walking to her house while Oscar walked to his house and the two paused to take a look at each other for a second then went inside to finally sleep for the fight tomorrow. Oscar closed his front door with a small smile on his face because of his newfound friend that now knew him better than anyone while Lilo was inside her house and back against the door with a happy sigh. Cesar was spying on his brother from his room and had a huge smile on his face when he saw that Oscar had a smile on his face, his dream came true...he was going to get the family that he wanted with his best friend and big brother.

The next day came and Lilo woke up at the crack of dawn to warm up with a protein shake and a 30-minute run, but when she got done getting dressed and went to her kitchen she saw Cesar there with a protein shake ready to go and work out clothes. She had a confused look on her face at the baby-face in her house.

“What are you doing here, Salad boy?” Lilo grabbed the protein shake.

“I’m warming up with you. I know you can train me to be stronger so why not work out with you?” Cesar cheesed at his friend.

Lilo laughed, but let him join regardless because she just couldn’t say no to the younger boy to save her life. The two left her house and started with a light jog for a few minutes before speeding up a little bit until they were at a full run for 15 minutes around the block two times. They were done at 8 am and Cesar was struggling to breathe, but Lilo barely lost her breathe at the workout. Oscar was outside because he was wondering where Cesar left to in the crack of dawn until he saw the two come back around the corner so he walked down to meet them in front of his house.

Oscar started laughing at Cesar’s state, “hermanito, why you look like you’re about to die?”

“Lilo’s ‘warm-up’...” Cesar wheezed, “is a full-on work-out. Fuck, Lo,”

Lilo rolled her eyes, “dramatic ass. Go shower and call Monse and Jamal to be ready by 10 because we gotta be outta here and to Van Nuys at 1 pm,”

Cesar made his way inside while bringing out his phone to text two of his friends while Oscar raised an eyebrow at the short girl.

“Damn, we gotta go all the way there?” Oscar asked.

“Yup,” Lilo chugged the rest of her water, “We’re taking my car too. Alright well like I said we are leaving at 9:30 so we can pick up Monse and Jamal, now I gotta go shower and do my shit,”

The two separated ways and went into their respective homes to get ready for the day. Lilo trashed the water bottle before going in the bathroom to take a shower then change to her sports bra and spandex and putting on her cover-up. Oscar, on the other hand, took a shower only to cook dinner for his brother and himself before dressing in his wife-beater and shorts with his white socks pulled all the way to his knees and chucks on his feet. Cesar was struggling to walk after his shower but still changed to a black shirt and jeans with his all-black Vans.

Everyone was ready to go by 9:30 am so they sat back and relaxed in Oscar’s house until 9:45 and they began to get into Lilo’s car. They started to pick up Monse first who was already waiting outside of her house then Jamal, whose parents were out front with him to wish Lilo good luck on the fight. The group of people was on their way with Oscar on the aux while the kids in the back were groaning at the old songs that were flooding throughout the car. They arrived a couple of hours later at 12:30 so it was enough time for Oscar and the kids to get seated in the front and for her to get ready.

Lilo was getting ready with her coach/trainer and getting into the zone against one of the “softer” competitors in the division. She wasn’t really nervous, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up so she convinced herself that the girl was better. By 1 pm everyone was in their seats and getting ready for the fight as Rachel’s entrance music began and she was making her way to the octagon. There was a mixture of cheers and boos, but Lilo didn’t let that get into her mind and put her robe on as well as the hood of the robe.

Finally, Lilo’s entrance music began and she made her way to the octagon behind her trainer and her head down. There were pats on her back and cheers, but she paid them no mind only kept her thoughts on the fight and strategizing in her mind until she heard Cesar’s and Oscar’s voice.

“Let’s go, Lo!” Cesar was standing and clapping.

“Aye, fool! Don’t make me look bad,” Oscar smirked.

Lilo rolled her eyes at Oscar, but continued to the octagon and started jumping around a little. In the corner of her eyesight, she saw Rachel checking out Oscar and something inside her snapped to the point where she wanted to destroy this girl. It wasn’t like they were together, but her long term crush on the older Diaz and their time spent together at the beach made her irrationally jealous. She went to her corner to her trainer who was hyping her up and giving her water to hydrate her so she was good enough to fight.

A few minutes later, the fight was starting and Lilo was advancing towards the slightly taller girl, but Lilo took that to her advantage because she was faster so she quickly jabbed Rachel in the face before dipping to avoid her punch. It quickly escalated to kicks towards Lilo, but it was a weak attempt in Lilo’s eyes. Rachel was quickly wearing out in her energy so Lilo took the opportunity and began punching her and kicking her until it was a takedown and the ref had to take her off of the taller girl.

Rachel got up and they continued to fight until Lilo was bored of the girl’s need to back up so she made a quick jump towards the girl and gave her a right hook with all of her might that lead to her going into a TKO. The bell rang and the whole room went into a fit of cheers at the infamous fighter known as Lilo Jameson. Rachel’s trainer and the team were around her and getting her back into consciousness as Oscar, Cesar, Jamal, and Monse were around her with her trainer and congratulating her. It was a happy time until Rachel decided to go up to Oscar after she gained consciousness to try to pick him up, but Lilo wasn’t having any of it.

“Yo, why are you even here?” Lilo glared, “go back to your trainer and team so you can get better at fighting,”

“You aren’t even that good, Lilo. Chill,” Rachel rolled her eyes.

Lilo started laughing, “Fool, why do you think I’m named ‘TKO’? I’m undefeated, babe, so who isn’t that good? You didn’t even give me a bruise,”

Rachel huffed and walked away to her trainer and team causing everyone to laugh at the unsuccessful attempt to try to embarrass Lilo. Oscar was smirking at the shorter girl because he knew it was out of jealousy.

He leaned down to Lilo’s ear, “why you jealous, bebe?”

Oscar didn’t wait for a response as he went to the kids to wait with them. Lilo groaned and went to the locker room so she can change and take a quick shower so she didn’t have to put more in the water bill at home. Her trainer stopped her when she was leaving the locker room so he could give her the money that she had won, telling her that he already took his cut. After 30 minutes, she was with everyone else to go to the car and get something to eat before they started their journey back to Freeridge. They were in the car and on their phones to look at nearby restaurants, but they realized that it was only 2 and traffic was starting so they decided to just go around the Valley until traffic died down a little bit.

All of them ended up in Sherman Oaks and in Mel’s Diner to eat. Monse had started to facetime Ruby so they could tell him all about the fight and what he did all day.

“It was so crazy! Lilo was so quick and her hits looked so hard like she knocked the other girl out in one punch!” Monse was excited.

“Lucky you,” Ruby rolled his eyes, “I don’t have my own room anymore! I’m sharing with my abuelita now,”

The young ones kind of felt bad for Ruby because he was so excited, but there was nothing they could do about it. Lilo was trying not to laugh with Oscar, but there was nothing that could stop them and they busted out laughing at Ruby’s ‘dilemma’.

“Rubes, it’s gonna be fine,” Lilo laughed, “all you gotta do is focus on school and get outta school with a scholarship to a university then you will have your own room at a dorm,”

Freshmen will act like freshmen and that caused Ruby to roll his eyes at the senior’s wisdom. Lilo shrugged and continued looking through the menu to decide what she wanted, but since she was sitting in between Cesar and Oscar, the older one of the two nudged her a little bit. She turned in curiosity.

“You still haven’t answered my question, maravillosa,” Oscar whispered in her ear.

Lilo rolled her eyes and was about to answer, but the waiter had gone to their table, “Hey, guys. How are you? Can I start you guys off with drinks?”

The waiter took their drinks until his eyes landed on Lilo and he couldn’t help but stare at her. “Hi, can I get a water please?”

“Uhhh...y-yeah,” the waiter stuttered, “hmmm you r-ready t-to order?”

Lilo politely smiled, “yes we are. I’ll get a cheeseburger with no tomatoes or onions? Y’all order your stuff,”

Everyone ordered until it was Oscar’s turn, “Yeah, homes, I want a burger with shallots and you to stop staring at my girl,”

The waiter’s eyes widened and he stuttered out an ok and ran back to the server’s line to put their order up. Lilo began laughing while everyone else just stared at Oscar in shock.

“Why you jealous though, Spooky?” Lilo mocked him.

“Shut up, fea,” Oscar growled.

“Nah, fool. You called me maravillosa so you can’t call me fea until tomorrow,” Lilo stuck her tongue out at the hard cholo.

Oscar glared and mushed her face with a smirk, but she glared and put him in a headlock with an evil laugh. The two began to play fight in the booth while Cesar began laughing while Jamal and Monse thought it was real.

“Don’t mush my face, estupido,” Lilo kept her grip on the cholo, but let go as he tickled her ribs and brought her into a headlock.

“Nah, fool. I ain’t stupid, fea,” Oscar chuckled.

“Alright, ugly. Stop!” Lilo laughed.

The food came out shortly and everyone was eating in silence. There was no conversation in the ride back to Freeridge, but there was no awkwardness to it as there was also music flowing and everyone was too tired to try and make conversation. It was 9 pm when Jamal was dropped off then Monse and the three remaining were cracking jokes.

A/N: The first 15 people that reblog will be on the tag list for the next chapter

[by-nina]

Years and Years

A Royai fanfic Rating: M (sexual content) Genre: Romance Word Count: 2,048

A/N: Hello everyone I miss writing and I miss Royai! And I was feeling both soft and very spicy so this is what came out of it. Y’all know how much I love taking them back to the Hawkeye manor.

“For starters, the last time I saw you here, I had you burn my back. And before that, I was both an orphan and my father’s successor to you. I don’t know how I should see you, Roy Mustang; you’re a different person every time you’re here, even now.”

There is a four-hour drive from Central to the Hawkeye manor at the outskirts of East City. What was once a dirt road that barely saw visitors to the old house welcomes Riza one morning, and it is only then that the finality of her visit sinks in for the first time. A young family had bought the house three months ago, with the promise that they would manage and spend for the renovations themselves. Her only purpose is to collect some old things of hers and her father’s, and maybe get a bit of cleaning done as courtesy to the family.

           Roy had decided to come along without question, or even any kind of discussion. She had simply mentioned the purchase in passing one day, and then her planned visit, and under a still-dark sky that morning, he showed up outside her apartment with his car. It made perfect sense, Riza reasoned. He might have left some of his own things during his time as her father’s student, and he would have more use than she would for whatever research materials her father had left behind. Above all, it’s a huge house—she needs the company and help.

          “We’re here, sir.”

          He is already awake, but he has difficulty opening his eyes. Riza decides not to wait for him, and she steps out just to look at the old house. She breathes as slowly as she takes it all in. There is a heaviness about it, like a weary weight on tired shoulders. Since her departure for the military, her presence has been replaced by that of overgrown vines and weeds. Despite all this, it hasn’t changed much; the structure still seems solid and functional. Nothing that a fresh coat of paint, new wood trimmings, and landscaping couldn’t fix.

          Roy joins her in gazing up at the house. “So this is it, then. Shall we get to work?”

          “A ten-minute break won’t hurt.”

          “No, no, I’m in perfect shape.” Roy swings and stretches his arms. “That nap for half of the trip helped a lot.”

          “I couldn’t let you drive all the way, though, could I? You’ve already done me a huge favor by coming along.”

          Riza finally takes her eyes off the house, and as she turns, she’s greeted by a smile that she wallows in greedily, and then guiltily. The warmth that rises in her cheeks is damning in the cool early morning breeze. Thankfully, Roy grants her another favor by not remarking on it. “Come on.”

          Every part of the house seems to creak as they enter—the fence, the door, the floorboards. The interiors aren’t as bad as Riza expected. Other than a few mold spots on the upholstery and a layer of dust on the remaining furniture, everything seems to be intact and functional. Of course, it isn’t as if she had left the house entirely untouched once she entered the military. She has dropped by now and again just to make sure it hadn’t fallen to ruin, and the young family has seen it for themselves—there are spots where the dust has been disturbed on the hardwood floors.

          “So, where should we start?”

          “Hmm.” Riza pauses for a moment. “There’s not a lot down here. I’ll go through the living room and the kitchen—you can start with my father’s study.”

          Roy clicks his tongue. “All right.”

          Clearing the ground floor is an easy half-hour task, as there are very few things on display that could be considered sentimental. Riza takes the only three pictures in the living room—the last Hawkeye family photo, a solo portrait of her mother, and herself as a baby with her mother—then she proceeds to the kitchen, which is far more promising. She recovers some brass pots and pans, an heirloom dining set with matching silverware, and wooden cooking utensils. Riza gathers these into a box and places them in the trunk of Roy’s car, and then she heads upstairs to check on his progress in the study.

          She pokes her head through the door. “How are you doing, Colonel?”

          He is crouching by the bottom of a crowded bookshelf at the back of the room, carefully absorbing each title. This is the first thing that takes Riza back to a vivid memory of her childhood, when a much younger Roy first became acquainted with Berthold Hawkeye. Shirt half-tucked, hair standing at the back—she can see the boy there almost as clearly as the man.

          “Well, the libraries in Central would cough up a fortune for a collection like this, and this shelf is all just general alchemy titles,” says Roy as he straightens up. He has a tattered book in hand that Riza didn’t notice right away. “You have stuff on philosophy over there, and biology in two full shelves there—that’s not yet getting into physics and chemistry, which is of course a lot more extensive since your father studied flame alchemy, and…”

          He trails off at the sight of Riza, who has become a picture of amusement—leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed, eyebrows raised, and a smirk lifting one corner of her lips. Roy clears his throat. “Anyway, I’ll try to finish this quickly.”

          “Take your time, we have a long day ahead of us.”

          Riza’s gaze is then drawn to a door at the end of the hallway. The sight of it alone is enough to fill her with nostalgia, enough to know that she needs to take precisely twelve steps to reach it. She opens the door, and she is all that has changed about the room.

          There are a few old books on her dresser and on a shelf that also holds a few memories of schoolgirl days—certificates from school and notebooks filled with both learnings and idle doodles, a few photos here and there, but nothing too personal—they come from official portraits like those from her graduation days, and class photos at assemblies. There’s an old porcelain lamp and her mother’s hairbrush on her nightstand. In her bedframe is a mattress long stripped bare, spotted with mold.

          She enters the room as if it were a sleeping beast she doesn’t want to wake. Only her reflection in a tall mirror startles her, but it might have something to do with the unfamiliarity of her freshly cut hair, which is once again as short as it was in her younger years. In contrast, the way she sinks as she sits at the end of her mattress is still a very familiar feeling. Riza is content to stare at the dusty curtains ahead of her for a while, until she is interrupted by the approach of Roy’s heavy footsteps.

          “So,” he says, slowly entering and examining the room, “this is the bedroom of young Miss Hawkeye.”

          She simpers as she turns to watch him. “You know, it’s not appropriate for strange adult men to enter young girls’ bedrooms like that.”

          “No!” Roy clutches his chest in mock pain. “I can’t believe you still consider me a stranger after all these years.”

          “Well, I’m open to suggestions. What should I consider you?”

          “It’s simple, really.” He takes a few careful steps to the side of Riza’s bed, then hesitates for only a few seconds before sitting in a spot perpendicular to hers. The mattress groans as it accommodates his weight. “When you’ve known someone for nearly all your life, you’ll eventually realize how you truly see them. It could go one way or the other.” A pause. “I realized that about you long ago, Riza.”

          Riza ignores the swooping in her chest. She laughs wistfully, her eyes cast downwards.

          “Oh, I don’t know. For starters, the last time I saw you here, I had you burn my back. And before that, I was both an orphan and my father’s successor to you. I don’t know how I should see you, Roy Mustang; you’re a different person every time you’re here, even now.”

          “Am I really just one of those things to you?”

          She looks up to find a knowing and hopeful expression on his face. He doesn’t need to ask; Riza knows exactly what he means by asking the question that he did. But surely he knows that she needs him to take the lead—that she has kept far too many hard truths to herself for honesty to be easy?

          Roy reaches for her hair without warning, raising goosebumps as his hand brushes against her nape. She is made aware again of how short her hair is now, cursing how exposed it leaves her feeling. Riza swallows hard, visibly. Somehow, it’s just the push that her nerves needed.

          “You’re not,” she whispers. “You haven’t been for a long time.”

          Suddenly, they’re face to face within an inch of each other. Riza leans in to close the gap, with their foreheads touching first, and then their noses. And then, only hesitation hangs between their lips. The moment stretches out with Roy taking a last lingering look at her features up close. Still, it’s he who kisses first, soft and cautious.

          There are a million lines that they have crossed to find themselves here, and the kiss does not answer when or how those lines were crossed. Ishval, the move to Central, the Promised Day—there's no point in figuring it out now. It's only one of many things that they have never needed to discuss, but somehow already knew. Still, even as Riza kisses him back, Roy pulls away with a deep breath. “Is this okay?”

          She responds by kissing him again and nodding eagerly—then her hands reach for him, one tugging at his button-down and the other taking his hand up the split in her skirt. Roy takes his cue; he guides her back down to the bed and her legs along the length of it. He is careful with his weight as he settles on top of her. All the while, their kisses become more fervent, greedier, until every little movement they make is lost in a flurry of reflex actions that are unrehearsed, but familiar from years of being side by side.

          When he finally enters her, Riza freezes for a brief moment as she is seized by the most tantalizing waves. She helps him find his pace by moving against him as well. Slow, then a little faster, then slow again—there is a different kind of pleasure at each pace, as well as some pain to work around. They find more places to kiss each other and place their hands, and at the sound of each other's moans and shuddering breaths, she becomes wetter and he throbs in anticipation.

          They settle on a certain tempo as they begin their final climax. Riza can no longer tell where it aches or stings, but the impending pleasure takes her mind off it.

          “Please, Roy—please—ahh—”

          Roy is moaning her name as she comes, and then again, until the waves stop and leave her spent. He thrusts a final time and then finally pulls out, deflating on top of Riza. For a minute, they are nothing but sweaty bodies, panting, and a plesant residual buzz. The wetness spreads onto the mattress. She holds him close, fingers in his hair.

          He settles into the spot next to her once he recovers. Roy kisses her forehead, and then her shoulder, and then her hand—and then he doesn't let it go. She inches into him until she cannot get any closer, and they are face to face again. Riza is the first to smile. He laughs, and it's the first new thing she has seen about him in a while. The second is his voice as he asks, “For how long?”

          She touches his face with her free hand. “Years.”

          Roy closes his eyes solemnly and nods once against the mattress.

          “Years.”

          He lets go of her hand then, pulling her close instead. There will be more questions about where this leaves them, Riza is sure—many of them to be dealt with once they return to their daily working lives at Central. But while they are there, she decides that this is all that matters: she is falling asleep in her old house for the last time, and in Roy’s arms for the first.

[hedonest]

hey folks! i already introduced myself in the ooc blog but * ok go vc * here it goes again. i’m velouria (she/her, 26, est) and i’m supposed to be in school but lol, the world was like this was a bad year to get your shit together girl, try again later. anyways, here’s my first babe hector and the only thing you need to know is that he’s horrible. he’s a horrible, horrible, horny person and i hate him and you should hate him too. but here’s some more details:

content warnings: homelessness, crime, drugs, general bastardness

born in tulsa, oklahoma on november 13th, 1997, hector, surprisingly, came from the most normal suburban beginnings you could imagine. he had two parents, an older sister, dog, cat, and a hamster. he was a rather normal child, though he had a wild independent streak that only got worse as he aged. didn’t play very well with others and would only play simon says if he got to be simon, but was friendly and jovial with those he liked, or wanted something from.

stubborn as a mule, hector was fiercely independent and increasingly selfish. by the time middle school came around, hector created a hierarchy within his group of friends and became a bully around his school, though was more pushy than outright cruel. a very rowdy teen, hector never took anything very seriously and didn’t form attachments in a healthy sort of way, something that’s only worse instead of better now.

while he liked his family well enough, he never felt a strong bond with them. they loved him very much and would try to foster a healthy, loving relationship with him, he was like #nah and spent most of his time out of the house, never telling them what he was doing and where he was going. his father and sister gave up on him, but his mother still held out hope that it was just an incredibly long phase.

barely showing up to school even when it was mandatory, hector’s primary focus was on having a good time. that meant sex, drugs, and copious amounts of partying. scaring little old ladies, taking cars on joyrides. a petty criminal by the age of fifteen, hector has only been in trouble with the law a few times, spending a few weeks in county jail over the weeks but the charges have never stuck. (once he’s out, he’s off to some place new, but it’s only a matter of time before the law finally catches up to him and he’s inside for good.)

his parents didn’t have a chance to kick him out or send him to military school because he straight up bounced by the time he was seventeen. he left one day to a friend’s house and just didn’t come back; he went to a party in oklahoma city, and then just... never thought about going home. hector didn’t stay around okc for very long after that, drifting all over the southwestern states.

out on his own, or rather couch surfing with like-minded individuals, hector got to experience the highest points of pleasure and pain. a full blown hedonist, the only thing that mattered (and matters) to hector was fucking, fighting, stealing, and getting high. basically if you’ve ever seen the movies hellraiser or the doom generation, he’s a mix of frank cotton and xavier red.

though he’s moved around a lot since leaving home, usually staying in a city for three months or so before he’s moving on again, he’s made a bit of a home out of reno, nevada, frequently traveling between reno and las vegas. often just up and leaves without a word, then returns two weeks later as if nothing happened like a neighborhood cat. has spent the last five years or so grifting and lying his way into the hearts and homes of lonely old ladies (and men). infects your house with his presence, gets you to take care of him, and then bounces one night with most of ur silver and jewelry in his backpack.

though he’s not part of any sort of gang, he does revolve in organized crime circles, and mostly makes actual money by boosting cars for the mob in vegas. though he sometimes does ‘freelance’ work for organized crime syndicates and gangs, he’d never join one. hector vc: why have someone tell you what to steal when you can just do it? :)

which all brings him to charming, california. basically run out of town on a rail, he had to leave reno because he heard there was a warrant out for his arrest and lbr he’s pissed off way too many people in nevada. has only been in charming for three days (so far in canon), staying in the highway motel by way of a stolen credit card, but i’ll be putting out a wc for his benefactor; someone he’s conned into letting him stay in their house, putting on the sweet street kid act. don’t believe the act, but also please do.

the biggest thing to know abt hector is that he’s a horny dude. he’s literally always thinking about sex and the second he meets you, he’s thinking about fucking you, no matter how old you are (as long as it’s legal because gross and i would never rp that), if you’re in a relationship/married, or what gender you are. you could be totally into his schtick or think he’s disgusting, it don’t matter. will hit on you, because he knows no other way to interact with people.

tells you what you want to hear. lies as much as he breathes. honestly he’s barely aware of the lies he tells and can’t keep them straight. most of his stories sound like bullshit but a lot of them are true.

big drugs fan. loves him some k! who’s got the weed! shows up to random parties just to finagle his way into getting drugs for free, while also stealing a bunch of meaningless random shit. the one thing you can’t replace - john mulaney.mkv

y’all get it by now. he’s gross, he sucks, but gosh darn he’s got a cute lil face!

wanted stuffs:

i mentioned that i’m going to send a wanted connection to the main for hector’s new benefactor (though if your muse is a lonely older person, man or woman, that’s gullible then let me know!!) but here’s some plots stuff we can do

sexual partners: basically hector wants to bang everyone. if you’re up for it, he will fuck you at pretty much any time, but just know that he’s also fucking like five other people and has never been monogamous in his entire damn life.

a girlfriend: okay so i just said he’s never been monogamous but sometimes hector likes to pretend. or rather, he will start using her to get something, likely companionship when he’s bored or access to money/drugs/alcohol, whatever. a place to sleep at night. just something! she’ll probably think they’re more serious than they actually are but hector does actually like her as a person, or she’s trying to get him to be more serious/grow up. this one will occur over time bc he’s new!

enemies: hector is a hard person to like and an easy person to hate. he has very little regard for others and enjoys physical fighting bc it feels good. they can hate him because he screwed them over, cheated on them, cheated on their friend/sibling/whatever, stole something from them, or they just don’t like his smug face.

friends: if your muse likes to party, hector is your man. he basically just lives to have fun. however, his version of fun is kind of scary and dangerous at times. he can be a bad influence on your muse and get them into trouble or they can be a good influence on him.

a close friend/confidant: hector isn’t an emotional person but occasionally he does have moments of vulnerability. when this happens, your muse is the person he comes to when he needs someone to be there for him or needs someone to talk to. your muse could be doing this reluctantly or in hopes that he’ll be there in the same way for your muse, which isn’t very likely but hector will like to pretend lol.

or any connection we can think up!! message me on here or discord (wanda’s loving boy#1003) if you wanna plot!

[ashlyn-mack]

(liz gillies, 25, non-binary, they/she ) Was that ASHLYN LAURENS ? I heard a rumor they work for the FAUST family, but who knows for sure ? They can be a bit PESSIMISTIC & SNARKY, but I also heard they can be LOYAL & ATTENTIVE. You’ll usually find them at THE DEN in their spare time, when they’re not being an ACCOUNTANT. You may want to keep an eye on that one ! 

Hi ok so I’m parker I’m 21 and I have 3 jobs so excuse the sporadic activity thats oftentimes reminiscent of someone who lives in Australia lmao. So just a little bit about my life so y’all can get a better picture of where my inspiration comes from mostly:

I work at a jazz club in Indianapolis which doesn’t seem that cool but as I’m writing this an amazing band called Kneebody is playing and their music is something you’d listen to while tripping acid. Real neat. I spend most of my nights at the jazz kitchen so a lot of the music I listen to is jazz, R&B, and rock n roll. I’ve decided with this version of ash im bringing some of that jazz cat life I’m experiencing on the daily basis to her.

I’ve been roleplaying since I was 11 years old, and ash is about 3 years old now.

Now that I’ve worked that smooth transition in were gonna talk about my trash goblin, Ashlyn Mackenzie Laurens (call her that and ur dead)

HISTORY:

The Laurens family is originally from New York City, but in the 60’s moved to Chicago after Ash’s grandparents got married. Her grandfather was a lawyer, and through chance alone he began working with the Faust’s. It brought the family from your average Chicago family to being wealthy. Ash’s father, Michael, followed his fathers footsteps and became a lawyer who also worked with the family.

After graduating law school, Michael met Mackenzie. They fell madly in love, but she had no idea of his ties to the Faust’s. They had a child together, Ashlyn, and together they raised her in a family or discipline and prestige. There were no barbie dolls or Polly pockets growing up, instead she had piano lessons and arithmetic.

Around the age of 12, though, things changed. Mackenzie found out about Michaels ties to the Faust’s and left in the night. She held no true love for her child which lead her to leave Ash. ((This is where I get tired of being serious so I’m halfassing it)

Ash was FUCKED UP after this yea?? So she started being a lil rebel bitch and was a sour apple u know how it is. But anyways after like a weeklong ghosting of his lil tween daughter in France. So here’s a lil something w jenni

Oliver used to babysit ash when she was a lil child so during this weeklong ghosting she stayed with the Faust’s and was big mad because 1. Oliver wasn’t there he was in the fucking MILITARY so she didn’t know anyone that well and 2. She didn’t wanna be there she wanted to go w her mom her dad was a shit bag always.

But yeah Michael came back with this BLONDE LADY named Marie who was French and barely spoke English but it’s cool ash knew some French and they both taught each other.

But yeah ash and Marie became tight as fuck until ash went to boarding school in Massachusetts. Because she was a problem child and her dad didn’t want her around. Yay ash lmao.

Her sophomore year, Marie left Michael because, u guessed it, he’s a piece of shit. Another sad day for ash, however, she kept in touch with Marie. She went to France on her breaks mostly to spend time with her.

She fell in love with a boy on her soccer team bc shit was coed there, fuckin advanced ass school u know. But she had her heart broken when she went back to Chicago for college and he went to become some pro soccer player who didn’t have time for her gorgeous ass self.

Lmao right also she got cut off when she came out of genderfluid and pansexual her senior year so her daddy hates her now boo hoo.

So she came to the university of Chicago on a dope scholarship and majored in accounting because she wanted to get away from the life she grew up in. While she was in school her dad got into a fatal car crash bc he was driving drunk and fucking DIED. she managed to get by because that’s what she’d been doing, and when it came time to be an adult on her own she decided she’d get away from the Faust’s. But guess what??? When she graduated she found it hard to find a job that actually took her seriously and paid well enough for her to live in Chicago so she joined back up with the Faust’s and became one of their accountants. So she’s been living it easy for the last 2 years just dicking around Chicago.

[bangtanficrecs]

Lost & Found Batch #18

The newest batch was long overdue ^^;; As always, if you happen to know the fic the ask is looking for, reply to this post or send us an ask with the request number and title/author. If you happen to know any fics from Past Batches, those are more than welcome as well. Thank you!! ~ Admin P

1) Hi! I think my ask got lost TT I was wondering if you guys know of a vmin fic on ao3 where they’re roommates and jimin likes tae and decided to seduce him by asking him to take nude pics of him, and tae ended up not reacting and then they admitted that they both liked each other? Or something along those lines. PLEASE HELP IT WAS SO AWESOME AND I LOVED IT :( thank you!!!

you're only brave in the moonlight by ameliabedelias

2) Hi!! so a while back i was reading a yoonseok fic on ao3, it was smut, and i wanted to read it again but i cant find it, i was wondering if you could help??? it was yoonseok and yoongi was a "beta" but soon found out he was an omega he called himself a "late bloomer"?? and hoseok walks in, they have sex, and i specifically remember yoongi feeling hoseoks dick in his stomach and "rubbing" it. i know its wierd but can you please help me find it???

A Test in What, Exactly, Is "Too Much" by Yooniefucks

3) Hello, I'm trying to find a fic that has taekook in it. I don't actually remember what the fic is about, but I remember that jungkook is a guard/knight and somewhere along the story, the Prince (?) finds out that jungkook is a werewolf since he was bitten as a child and he imprinted on taehyung, who's human if I'm not mistaken. The king took him in, and he used to be chained to a cage/cave (?) during full moon. It will be great if you can help me :) thank you! 💜

4) Hi, I'm trying to find this yoonjin fic were yoongi is walking home from an underground gig and it's late at night. He smells fresh baked goods and it leads him to a building he passes by all the time but never noticed before. He goes inside and jin fixes him a drink and gives him a muffin/cupcake. At the end jin reveals that he's magic and he cast a spell to find love. Thank you for your help!!

5) I'm looking for a yoongi/jimin fic where jimin is abused by his boyfriend (I think the author used a random idol) and yoongi catches on and tries to help but jimin is really damaged. The rest of the group lowkey knows jimin abused but don't know how to help. Sorry I can't remember lots of details but it was really angsty and good

6) hello, im looking for some kind of royalty fan fic where jimin was visiting yoongi’s palace/home? I can’t remember why but they weren’t close in the beginning. All I can remember was a scene where a bunch of boys were in a room smoking and playing poker (half naked?) and a young servant/slave who was able to play any piano piece after just listening to it once and in the end he left with a Russian man who made music.... thank youu

7) Ugh I seriously need help! I’ve been looking for this fic I lost for 3 days now, I really want to read it again! I’m going to be upset if it was deleted :( anyway, it was a fic where the boys were on their way to something and they got in a car crash but it was only Jin, Hoseok, Yoongi, Tae and Kook. Then Jin and Hoseok were kidnapped by a guy named Sung I think, and the fic focused on Yoongi and Tae and Kook traveling through the woods they crashed in looking for Jin and Hobi and then (pt.1) Jimin and Joon were at a hotel with their manager and they were convinced something was wrong and they wanted to go look for them. In the end they got rescued and they killed the Sung guy and Yoongi was shot and I just really want to find it again cause there was an unfinished sequel. I’m so upset. I hope this was enough to help you help me lookfor it!

8) YOOO what's poppin sis'. Can yall help me. I've been looking for this fic where the rap line is an underground rap line and like they perform cypher pt 3? Idfr the name but the main pairings were namjin and yoonmin. Thanks 🤪🤪🧡

9) Hi there! I was hoping you guys could help me find this fic - it's on AO3. It was multi-chaptered, completed, and was a collection of namjoon centric oneshots/drabbles. one of the chapters was inspired by the "princess princess" anime and featured joon wearing panties, bent over jin's lap, before yoongi came to rescue him from a bunch of onlookers. please help!!

10) Hi! I’m looking for a Yoongi/Jungkook fic. I’ve been searching nonstop for a few weeks and I think the author may have deleted it. The plot line is basically this: Jungkook is a medical student who falls in love with Yoongi and eventually loses his drive in the field. I know it has sexual content so it’s either M rated or E. One of the tags was ‘slow burn’ and ‘Jungkook cries a lot’. Thanks in advance!

11) Hello! In the lost chuchu batch 16, #13 is "I Can't Even" by handintheshot in Ao3. But I can't find a link of it. Also, I'd like to ask whether you know about the fic where jimin suddenly has a vagenay and then proceeds to have a hot threesome with jk and tae? If possible, can you please recommend me more like those? Thank you so much 💜

12) Hello! Do u guys know of a vmin pwp oneshot where taehyung has ADHD? They sit in a chair for most of it, and the premise has a slight focus on how Jimin makes it easier for Tae to sit still. It was really sweet, and I can't find it :c

13) I am looking for a 6+1 fic where Namjoon is homeless and in each iteration a different member takes him into their home and life. A recurring element is a cake decorating book that Namjoon borrows from the library - a page falls out detailing how to make a flower with icing, and he keeps it in his pocket. I have used my search-fu but I cannot find it. It was on AO3. I hope you can help, even if it's just with a possible name I can run via the Wayback machine! Thanks!

14) Hello! I would like to ask your help into searching for a story that I can't, for the life of me, find. It's a Yoonmin story but what I remember the most is that Jungkook works as a janitor in an office and he quits because his boss is horrible. However, Taehyung, whom his boss is interested in working with, will only sign the proposal if they rehire Jungkook, so the boss sends Jimin to do it, since Jimin is friends with the both of them. In the end, they all end up working at the same place. TY

15) Hello. I'm looking for a fic where the group had six members but Suga time travels/dimension travels and becomes part of the group as a secret member. I remember that Jin is doing a vlive and is squirted with a water gun but everyone thinks it's Jimin. And when it's reveled to be Suga he's in his dorm room and pulls a big super soaker from under his blankets. I hope that's enough. It's super specific but I can't seem to find it. I hope you can help me :)

16) hey i was looking for this soul reaper or angel?? au where jungkook dies and is taken to the shinigami/reaper realm by the reaper (i think it was yoongi) and i cant find it anywhere :(( i think he dies bc of his new friends and the fic opens with a scene where the reaper sends one of his murderers souls to hell? The reader finds out later i guess. Id really appreciate it if u could find that :(( thank you!

An anon believes it’s Naught Readings For Naughty Readers by supermans_crib, however that has been on AO3

17) Hi! I had recently lost one of the greatest ffs ever, it was a jikook au where they were in the military (?) and jimin had went into a stage sort of like heat and jungkook had to fuck him, he got hekka scared afterwords but they ended up liking eachother

as if it's your last by fatal (cumrich)

18) Hi! I'm trying to find a NamJin fic. I searched the fics here and my bookmarks on AO3 (since I swear I bookmarked it) but I can't seem to find it. It starts out where Yoongi is accusing Namjoon of not moving on. We find out that Namjoon and Seokjin are friends and Namjoon confessed to Seokjin and was rejected. Things get complicated when Seokjin keeps coming around and even interfering with someone Namjoon starts dating. Memorable scene, Seokjin chasing Namjoon in the dark screeching his name.

everything moves on by fruitily

19) Hello. I am looking for a namgi fic where yoongi works in an old bookshop and likes wearing feminine clothing , and namjoon works at a cafe but visits the bookshop often. Namjoon likes art and philosophy but is scared of his parent's reactions so yoongi tells him to fuck society and to "wake up from your sad life and figure out who you are", they eventually kiss as well. I read it on AO3. Your help would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.

20) Hi! I was wondering if y’all could help out with a fic I remember reading? jimin pining for yoongi and for some weird reason I remember a specific scene where jimin (whose brought food for yoongi) waits for yoongi outside of (a studio?) falls asleep waiting and wakes up when yoongi and someone else walk out. Jimin had wanted to eat with him I think but yoongi either says that he’s already ate or is headed to eat with the person. It’s unrequited feelings for a bit of the story.

21) There was a fix where yoongi was a prince and he went out and on the way met all the members who were disney princesses, it was a parody kind of, min yoonji was sleeping beauty and she went back to sleep again and from her castle members got a cat and kittens, can you please find it

22) Hello! I read this fiction a loonnggggg time ago where vminkook were in high school detention I think and kook could read minds and read tae's mind once and hes thinking about potatoes so he calls him potato boy but then the next time tae's thinking about fucking jimin and like yeah LOL I think they all end up in a threesome at the end but yeah I dont remember the title or author ))):

23) what’s that fanfic when it’s an au one of them is overweight and they join their school gym or something? and fall in love with the person who trains them. and there’s this beach scene and a car wash scene near the end. been looking for it for a while, hope you can help!

24) hi! i’m looking for a fic i read a while back, i think it was vmin and one of them had been hurt so the other got them off and they ended up in a relationship i think? pretty sure it was cannon compliant too! thanks!

25) so tae is a student and jk is a professor. jk is engaged to this woman (mina?). basically they are both straight but end up falling for each other so before jk gets married he plans to break up with the girl but she blackmails him with pics of him and his student and turns crazy. i don’t rlly remember what happens after that but later they eventually end up together. i think it’s ab 10 chapters. i’m pretty sure i read it on ao3!

26) Hello! I was reading this taekook fic on ao3 but I forgot what it was called ☹️ basically jungkook travels back in time and kidnaps his last self to tell him how in the future Tae kills himself, so jungkook tries to get his past self to be nicer to Tae and stop him. Past jungkook thinks that Tae cheated on him but he was actually forced to have sex with his “boss” but jungkook doesn’t give him a chance to explain and starts cheating on Tae and is being really nasty to him. Ah help plz if you can

27) I’m searching for a fic and i really can’t find it ... i remember it’s jikook (but not really) and it’s about jungkook (who thinks he’s straight) who downloads a porn (by mistake i think) of minjoon and like he ends up liking it, it’s so vague i’m sorry kfhskcj

care to stay for the ride? by voseok

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I’m garbage for mind links, y’all should know this. And I’ve seen people discuss it being a side effect of SEP for Jack and Gabe but like

what if it wasn’t

Jack Morrison, only sixteen years old when he swears he hears another voice in the back of his mind. He thinks he’s going crazy but it only comes up when he’s drifting to sleep. Some nights his dreams drift somewhere else. These memories aren’t his.

And finally one night he reaches out, he tries to say something, to get the attention of the voice. And to his surprise it responds.

“Wait, are you talking to me?”

“Uh, yeah, I think so? Somehow...”

“Shit I thought I was going insane.”

“Same here.”

After that it slowly gets easier and easier, conversing even in the middle of a day or during a test. Jack is pretty sure it’s cheating when this person is helping him his history test but whatever. Not like the teacher is going to know.

It takes them a surprising amount of time to learn each others names. Gabriel Reyes, that’s the person he’s been talking to. He lives in LA, which is pretty far from Indiana, so the chances to going to find him right now are slim. How do you tell your parents you want to visit LA to meet someone living in your head.

The more they talk the stronger the link gets. Sometimes they don’t even need to talk to know what the other is thinking or feeling. Some nights their dreams meld together and Jack swears he can reach out and touch him.

It’s hard to say what he looks like though. The problem with sharing it is that we view ourselves so differently. Jack considered sharing phone numbers to just send photos but part of him wants to wait for them to have the chance to meet in person.

One day.

It seems farther away when both of them wind up in the military, at different camps. They keep each other motivated through their link, either by encouragement or competition.

“Come on Jackie, I got through a course like that in half the time.”

Sometimes Jack gets homesick. Gabe helps him sleep by humming a tune in his head, or going over a recipe he tried the other day, remembering the smells and the flavor. Jack thinks he’d like to try making it sometime.

They trade memories of the sunset in the city vs the country. Jack thinks about his dog he had up until his sophmore year of high school, an eager retriever mix who’d go running with him in the mornings. He thinks about the squeaky third step that lead up to his rooms. The old structure of his house that was always nice to come back to. The quilt on his bed his great grandma made, how warm it was, sitting by the fire during the winter.

Gabe���s space was smaller, an apartment he shared with his mom after his dad passed away. He thinks about the noise of the highway during the night, the glow of the headlights with faint music coming from the speakers of his car. He thinks about the beach, the waves, the sand, saltwater clinging to his cheeks. He thinks about the local restaurants, where he knows all the owners, each one unique in it’s own way. That there’s no feeling quite like sitting in Johnson’s coffee shop at two AM doing homework.

Sometimes Jack gets overwhelmed with the fact he’s so in love with someone he still hasn’t even met.

Then he’s offered a chance to join SEP.

He finds out Gabe was too.

And they both sign up because it’s a chance. It’s a chance to finally meet each other.

It’s not for sure. There could still be different locations for it. But when Jack arrives there he can feel it. Gabe’s here, somewhere.

When he sees him, right before the introduction, it’s like everything stops moving. Like it all slid into place. He can’t stop staring because shit Gabe SHIT YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU WERE THIS GORGEOUS.

“Me? The hell Jackie. Why didn’t you warn me about your EYES.”

“What about my eyes.”

“Look at them. Holy shit I’ve never seen that shade of blue before.”

Except they both have to keep a straight face because they’re in a line up, but Jack’s screaming in his head. He can hear Gabe screaming to.

Some kind of fate that they’re put in a room together. Jack likes to think it’s from whoever gave them this link in the first place. The second they’re left alone they practically crash into each other. It starts as a hug but they both start laughing, holding each others faces because it’s you, it’s YOU, I can finally hold you.

Their mind link doesn’t go unnoticed, sadly, the higher ups are fairly certain they didn’t give Jack any injections so why is he showing a bunch of symptoms. The pair of idiots always trying to carry each others pain during the whole process. It makes things a little easier sometimes. But they notice, they slowly figure it out, but they aren’t upset. Because, hey, maybe we can test with this. The pair of them wouldn’t even need radios after all. Enemy forces couldn’t hack into this sort of thing.

The strange thing is though, they know they love each other. It’s impossible not to know, but neither of them are brave enough to take that first step. Mostly out of fear that the second they start they won’t stop, it might get out of hand, it could make everything worse.

Except they’re on a mission, it’s more dangerous than Jack would like, and suddenly his head is so QUIET. He can’t hear Gabriel anymore. He panics, he never thought silence could be this terrifying but he’s TERRIFIED.

He does find Gabe, turns out he got knocked out by some debris from an explosion, not as bad as it could have been.

Jack doesn’t think much about who could be watching them. As soon as he’s sure Gabe’s okay he pulls him into a kiss because gods I thought I lost you. I thought I’d never get the chance to do this.

Connection just keeps getting stronger, allowing them to even swap vision if need be on the field. They keep each others emotions in check. This connection is what eventually leads to them getting chosen for Overwatch. With their heads combined, leading their team through comes naturally.

Their teammates notice, they all find out, because it’s better for them to know. Ana thinks it’s cute how they trade habits. How sometimes Jack mutters things in spanish. How sometimes Gabe covers his mouth when he laughs. How when something frustrating happens they both pout at the same time. Sometimes at boring meetings if you watch them you can see them both holding back their laughter, glancing at each other. How sometimes Gabe will burst out laughing and apologize “Something Jack said”. How sometimes they get separated for jobs. Ana’s surprised to see Jack so bundled up even though the inside temperature is in the seventies. “Gabe’s up Switzerland. It helps keep him warm.”

But then the promotion happens

At first it’s not that bad. Gabe’s proud but conflicted, frustration boiling up in the back of his mind that Jack decides to block out. Gabe lets it be.

But as time goes on, as Blackwatch grows, the blocking starts becoming a habit. Jack can’t focus when he knows what Gabriel is up to sometimes. Gabriel starts feeling more and more betrayed because the person he leaned on, his actual other half, is slowly pulling away from him.

Bit by bit their connection is damaged, frayed, any thoughts that do make it through are muddled and hazy. There are rare moments, when Gabe’s curled up in his room, trying to forget what happened on his latest job when he can still feel Jack reaching out to him. A small bit of comfort during this whole mess.

But then his paranoia starts. He starts digging into the corruption happening under his nose. He gets trapped in his own head and Jack isn’t there anymore to bail him out. Ana dies, he’s desperate for answers but Jack won’t let him in anymore. Any attempts to break down the wall they’ve built just leads to more resistance.

Gabe feels like he’s suffocating, Jack does too, there’s frequent headaches from the pressure to pull away.

Then the argument happens

then the explosion.

And Jack learns the hard way what happens when your other half dies.

Because even with the wall they were so used to sharing one mind, keeping each others memories, emotions. When Gabe died the connection was completely severed. Jack was in such a state he was presumed dead. When he finally came out of it he ran, trying to remember who he was but his memory was so HAZY. Parts of it were missing. His name, he eventualy remembered his name although he threw it away. Where was he from. Overwatch, he remembers overwatch, but what happened to it?

So he starts searching for answers, using his visor to record everything in case he forgot it again. His head always feels so light, off, like part of him is just missing. He can’t remember why, damn he can’t remember why.

Gabriel Reyes, what a familiar name.

Then one night, as he’s hiding out, trying to get some shut eye, he swears he hears a voice in the back of his head.

“You’re still here, Jackie.”

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so hi hello there! it’s hella late here but oh well!!! i’m s (she/her, 20, est timezone) and i’m super excited to be here cause this rp looks awesome and lit af so!!! let’s get onto learning more about carson here so y’all can message me for plots bc i would love nothing more

(fair warning though i made this dude right here up on the spot so who really knows what’s about to be written here??? not me that’s for sure)

woo okay so carson (aka car) is the eldest prince of scotland (but he has one older sister who is the crown princess and also an open slot so *wink wink nudge nudge lmao*)

i imagine that being the eldest son of a king and queen is tough even in the 21st century bc there’s a lot of pressure and expectations and whatnot

that being said, car handled it spectacularly well which isn’t even sarcastic he literally handles the pressure put onto him by his parents and well everyone ever by just sorta...listening to what they want him to do but then turning around and doing whatever he wants anyway

as a kid he was always really energetic and hated to sit still and didn’t really care for things like math and literature and science. he was always more interested in physical activities and war/battle strategies

much to the annoyance of his parents, he ended up enlisting in the military once old enough and ended up working his way up to a general in the royal scots military according to wikipedia

so you know not only is he prince carson stuart he’s general carson stuart and honestly probably prefers the title of general

i’d like to say he’s kind of well-known as a war hero even though i have no fucking clue what war he would’ve even...you know...fought in before the current-ish one...but whatevER i would’ve tossed logic out the window a long time ago if it was ever here in the first place so fuck it!!! he’s a war hero it fits in with him being a noble principled rl gryffindor

i’d also like to say that i don’t think he’s on the best of terms with his parents??? i mean i think they’ve got a constant tug-o-war type of thing going on between the three of them bc they’re all just stubborn and think they’re right all the time

i guess car’s the looks like he could kill you and could actually kill you part of that one meme

bc seriously he could probably kick your ass

not that he’s going around looking for a fight necessarily like i think he tries to be chill but boiiiiiii does he have a temper

and the number one way to set off his temper is to threaten or hurt anyone he cares about like don’t even loOK at his loved ones the wrong way he will 100% try to fight you

he’s always been kind of a rebel. most notably he probably did a lot of wild/dumb/ridiculous shit in his teenage years, then calmed down a little when he joined the military but he can definitely still get wild on occasion

personality wise he’s like...lmao he’s a gryffindor like that’s it. that’s literally it. he’s dauntless and principled and confident and loyal buT also stubborn (af) and arrogant and reckless (af) and temperamental as all hell

fr tho he’s loyal af. if he loves you (whether it be romantically/platonically/in a familial way wtvr) then that’s it you’re stuck with him for life have fun

it’s occurring to me right at this moment that he’s probably arranged to be married or maybe his dumbass fell ~in love~ and proposed to some lady he loved who also happened to be royal or maybe he secretly married somebody in vegas or something i’m not particular any possible future wives can hmu lmao

cat person

woW that was much longer than i anticipated??? wtf??? if you’ve read this far congratulations but also why holy shiT but anyway. i lovelovelove plots so pls everyone come message me so we can be best friends though i might fall asleep @ some point i’m gonna try and lurk for a while so yeah!!! also fyi i can in fact use proper grammar but i choose not to here bc i am an adult who can make questionable decisions for hERSELF THANK YOU VERY MUCH OKAY ILYSM BYE!!!!!!!!