#also might be setting off a bomb by putting this in the main tag but take it up with togashi!! it's not my fault i see his vision
"Five years ago, were you the leader when the Troupe slaughtered the Kurta of the Scarlet Eyes?"
1.Lifecycle of the Mole-Woman, Kim Fu. 2. @ceonnibal, twitter. 3. A Letter to Maria Casares, Albert Camus. 4 & 5. @WAGO_00, twitter. 6. [you fit into me], Margaret Atwood. 7 & 13. @qingqiye, twitter. 8. Jawab al-Kalfi, Ibn al-Qayyim. 9. @kishibe. 10. The Erl-King, Angela Carter. 11. @se_5eeeee, twitter. 12. For Girls Who Aren't Interesting in Being Easy on the Eyes, Fabiola 14. Bad and Beautiful, Beau Taplin. 15. @ChibuNyam, twitter. 16. Heart to Heart, Mer_Curia (me!!)
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Walk Me Home?
pt. 2: Tomorrow (pt. 1) (pt. 3) (pt. 4)
George Karim x (gn) Reader
Warnings/Tags: Meet cute (in part 1), getting to know each other, falling in love walking through gloomy London, George Karim is a silly guy, but heâs one of the best silly guys ever, Nerd Reader, No angst, light swearing, Lockwood and co friendships, I might be forgetting some tags whoops, mention of a creep creeping around the reader from the previous part, Georgeâs recklessness is inspired by Lucy and Lockwood
Notes: I adore George, really, especially in the tv adaptation. I felt like I needed to say that, lovely guy. Forgot to add until now, there will be a part 3! This little series has become a comfort to me and I would love to write out their story
Summary: George takes you up on your offer to meet again, and after waking up late he finds it to have been a wonderful experience. Lucy and Lockwood begin trading details (mostly because George refuses to tell them about all the reckless things heâs been starting to do).
Typically, for junior agents, waking up in the early morning was as impossible as being able to clock out before sundown. Their line of work exposed them not only to the dangers of terrifying ghosts, the possible paralysis, and the high odds of death, but also to the detriment that is being made a night-owl in a world where most of society lives and breathes in the day. For those in Lockwood and co. this might mean missing out on the latest shipment of salt bombs and flares; or even missing out on a nice outing to the library with a would-be friend.
The latter of which, George happens to be doing right now.
âGeorge!â Lucy yelps as she jumps to the wall of the main hall, George running past her. He yells a muffled apology through whateverâs sticking out his mouth and runs up the stairs.
âEverything alright?â Lockwood calls, popping his head out the kitchen. His cheeks are stuffed full of something heâs barely able to speak through.
âYeah, fine. I donât know about George though, is he alright?â She asks, corralling them both into the kitchen. The dining tableâs all set, with a center serve bowl in the middle filling the air with something appetizing and delicious. She quickly settles down and helps herself to a good serving, seeing as Georgeâs already put his plate away and Lockwoodâs halfway through his.
âHeâs meeting up with someone in the library, kept saying his alarm didnât go off and ran about in a panic.â He swallows with a satisfied hum as a boyish smile paints his face. âStill made a banging breakfast though, that George.â
Lucy raises a brow at him, but chuckles in amusement. From somewhere above, they can hear George stomping about. It doesnât worry Lucy, because heâs not stomping about in the way he does when heâs really panicked, so neither she nor Lockwood can step in or they might just make it worse by getting in the way. Really, Lockwood himself would go upstairs to calm George down if heâd made himself mad with worry.
âIs this the one he owes new shoes?â Lucy asks, putting down her spoon gently and throwing Lockwood a look. Itâs now that she recalls what George had told her yesterday just as he walked in.
âHe owes someone new shoes?â
At half past ten, George finally makes it to the library. Heâs not dressed up or put together more than usual, in jeans, a loose t-shirt heâd likely borrowed from someone, and his windbreaker jacket. A messenger bag hangs off him, and tucked under his other arm are the books heâd taken out yesterday. Really, he looks like he fits right in with the ghouls and the haunts lurking about the library this early; scholars with little to no sleep and others simply looking for a place to do just that. He spots you easily after making his way to where he met you yesterday.
Youâre just⌠sitting there, really, but heâs suddenly overtaken by nerves. Itâs not the kind of nerves you might get from being ghost-locked, where youâre thrown into a torpor and left to die, but itâs not much easier to deal with. Youâre sitting there looking the epitome of an obsessive scholar, hunched over a book and a notepad to the side, and he canât help but feel like he wanted to be there right by you and just read every line and curve of your face. Itâs embarrassing, really, but late to regret anything, as you look up and beam at him and suddenly the nerves are all gone.
âCome on over, George! Donât just hang about!â You greeted just as he ambled. You had a pen in one hand hovering over a notepad while the other was carefully pressing a book open; truly caught between the lines and the pages, but still beaming at him so assuredly.
âYou remembered where we sat,â he said, not really asking. Carefully settling himself down, he all but mirrored you in the way he was set up, eyeing your grin through his lashes.
Then you said, so softly he felt his heart might burst, âOf course I did, meeting you left quite the lasting impression, George.â
He swallows harshly, ducking his head into his book. âYouâre not bad yourself.â
You both fall into a wordless, comfortable silence filled with only the distant sounds of the library that donât reach. Every so often, youâd wordlessly trade a pen or share a note; make him smile or chuckle at a drawing youâd pass over. It reminded him of the thinking cloth back home, and somehow he felt like youâd fit right in with them.
Lucy and Lockwood would like you right away, even if they were skeptical and cautious people, because of your cunning wit and enchanting grin. Thatâ He shakes the thought out of his head and glances back up at you. When your eyes meet, you do nothing but grin, and his heart keeps beating loudly in his ears.
Just as youâre both packing up to leave, he catches you looking over your shoulder with your eyes darting the whole room. He keeps packing, but once youâre both out the door, he simply asks, âThat dick still bothering you?â
Sheepishly, you say, âNot as much, but⌠yeah.â
He decides something then, just as reckless as yesterday when he offers, âWant me to walk home with you?â
You grin, and he doesnât think he could ever tire of the sight.
On the trip home, George is walking with you again even though where you live isnât that close to Portland Row at all. Heâd made an excuse about keeping you out of trouble, and you smiled so wide he felt that he had made the best decision of the day. Aside from keeping Lucy and Lockwood about his recklessness, anyways.
Itâs easy conversation between the two of you, even when you put your research aside. George meant it when he told Lockwood and Lucy once that the Problem had defined their whole lives, that it loomed over them with a pressing hand. It loomed still, really. Curfew came up more than once, and you and George each had a go at your sharing your theories on the Problem. He talked himself near tired on the topic of ghost cults and their stupidity, and you brought up incident after incident in the long list of hauntings in London.
Somewhere along the line though, talk about Curfew and Visitors drifted into softer, warmer topics about the silliest things there were; what were his favourite colours? What were yours? If you could only eat one kind of cuisine for the rest of your life, what would it be? Those sorts of questions; the sort of questions youâd ask in another world where things arenât so wrong.
George doesnât know what to make of the fact that you bring this out of him, that something about you makes him wonder about a better world where the Problem hadnât become the Problem. Along the streets of gloomy London with a timer ticking away elsewhere, George feels like he can already imagine a world where there wasnât a single worry about the Visitors. All because he had you to ramble along with.
Soon youâd stumbled on the topic of your lives at home, what it was like for both of you where you lived. George found himself telling you all of the things heâd never thought about telling anyone before: how it endeared him when Lucy would stop by his room on hard days just to check up on him and was always ready in case he just needed someone who could listen, or how Lockwood sometimes tries to cook some of Georgeâs favourite dishes just to return the favour even though heâs rubbish in the kitchen and couldnât cook an egg to save his life.
âThey sound lovely,â You say kindly, watching the light of warmth dance in his eyes. They donât dim even when he turns to you, and you swear your heart stops when you see his lips curve into a gorgeous smile.
âThey are. Annoying, but, I wouldnât want to work anywhere else,â if I even could, he adds wordlessly. He really wouldnât be able to tolerate anyone else but them⌠and maybe you. He turns away from you just as your house comes into view, the lights peeking like the sun passing the horizon at dawn. It makes him think about home at Portland Row.
You take a few steps up to the door, but turn back before you click it open. Georgeâs eyes lock on yours, and though the breeze is cold hanging in the air, you feel your heart pounding against your ribs and your blood rushes faster. George doesnât look away. You fumble for words, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, and George waits patiently.
âWould you like to meet up again? Whenever you can?â You settle on instead, feeling the breath leave you.
He watches you in the wind, framed by the threshold of your doorway. âYeah, Iâd love to. Tomorrow?â
You feel giddy again, just like last time as you say goodbye. When the door closes and George is out of sight, you give yourself a little cheer. Unbeknownst to you, George is smiling on the way home.
âGeorge? Home early again?â Lucy greets him with a smile, plucking his books out from under his arm to help him. Lockwoodâs behind her, the picture of mischief, and he suddenly knows where this is going.
âI didnât go on a date,â he says quickly, but it just makes the two grin wider, âI just went to the library to catch up on some reading. Itâs too loud at home with you two.â
âAnd it wasnât loud with this⌠mystery person, George?â Lockwood singsongs, the absolute prick. George could just about swat him, but he feels too lazy. Luckily Lucy does it for him, and sends Lockwood a scolding look that has him reeling it in.
âDid you have fun at least, George?â Lucy asks instead, and Lockwood stops pouting when George gives a terse nod.
He runs a hand over one of the notes youâd stuck on his book, and simply says, âIâm going back early tomorrow.â
Lucy starts teasing him then too, and Lockwood takes it as a chance to do the same.
A/N: I had a very emotionally taxing conversation with my mother yesterday and had to delay this and any other pieceâs posting until I could have the time and energy to edit it (which is today, the day after). Writing for George comes easiest to me, but itâs because itâs so easy to imagine the scene in my head that itâs rather hard to be descriptive without going off on a tangent. So, easiest and hardest to write for. Still love him dearly though.
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The Fanfic Author's Guide to Metatext
(As Used on Ao3)
by Eiiri
Also available as a PDF here.
This thing is 13,000 words. Â The PDF is recommended.
Intro: What is Metatext?
Metatext is everything we fanfic authors post along with our story that is not the story itself: title, tags, summary, author's notes, even the rating.
It is how we communicate to potential readers what they're signing themselves up for if they choose to read our story, how we let them make informed decisions regarding which fics they want to read, how we get their interest and, frequently, how they find our story in the first place. A lot of metatext acts as a consent mechanism for readers, it's the informed part of informed consent.
Since most of us who write fanfic also read it, we understand how important this is! But, for the most part, no one ever teaches us how to use metatext; we have to pick it up by osmosis. That makes it hard to learn how to use it well, we all suck at it when we first start out, and some of us may go years without learning particular conventions that seem obvious to others in our community. This creates frustration for everybody.
Enter this guide!
This is meant to be a sort of handbook for fic writers, particularly those of us who post on Archive of Our Own, laying out and explaining the established metatext conventions already in use in our community so we (and our readers!) are all on the same page. It will also provide some best-practices tips.
The point is to give all of us the tools to communicate with our audience as clearly and effectively as possible, so the people who want to read a story like ours can find it and recognize it as what they're looking for, those who don't want to read a story like ours can easily tell it's not their cup of tea and avoid it, nobody gets hurt, and everybody has funâincluding us!
Now that we know what we're talking about, let's get on with the guide! The following content sections appear in the order one is expected to provide each kind of metatext when posting a fic on Ao3, but firstâŚ.
Warning!
This is a guide for all authors on Ao3. As such, it mentions subject matter and kinds of fic that you personally might hate or find disgusting, but which are allowed under the Archive's terms of use. There are no graphic descriptions or harsh language in the guide itself, but it does acknowledge the existence of fic you may find distasteful and explains how to approach metatext for such fics.
Some sexual terminology is used in an academic context.
A note from the author:
This guide reflects the conventions of the English-language fanfiction community circa 2021. Conventions may differ in other language communities, and although many of our conventions have been in place for decades (praise be to our Star Trek loving foremothers) fanfiction now exists primarily in the realm of internet fandom where things tend to change rather quickly, so some conventions in this guide may die out while other new conventions, not covered in this guide, arise.
This is not official or in any way produced by the Archive of Our Own (Ao3), and though some actual site rules are mentioned, it is not a rulebook. Primarily, it is a descriptivist take on how the userbase uses metatext to communicate amongst ourselves, provided in the interest of making that communication easier and more transparent for everyone, especially newer users.
Contents
How To Use This Guide
Ratings
Archive Warnings
Fandom Tags
Category
Relationship Tags
Character Tags
Additional Tags
Titles
Summaries
Author's Notes
Series and Chapters
Parting Thoughts
How To Use This Guide
Well, read it. Â Or have it read to you.
This isn't a glossary, it's a handbook, and it's structured more like an academic paper or report, but there's lots and lots of examples in it!
Many of these examples are titles of real media and the names of characters from published media, or tags quoted directly from Ao3 complete with punctuation and formatting.
Some examples are more generic and use the names Alex, Max, Sam, Chris, Jamie, and Tori for demonstration purposes. In other generic examples, part of an example tag or phrase may be sectioned off with square brackets to show where in that tag or phrase you would put the appropriate information to complete it. Â This will look something like âTop [Character A]â where you would fill in a character's name.
This guide presumes that you know the basics of how to use Ao3, at least from the perspective of reading fic. If you don't, much of this guide may be difficult to understand and will be much less helpful to you, though not entirely useless.
Ratings
Most fanfic hosting sites provide ratings systems that work a lot like the ratings on movies and videogames.
Ao3's system has four ratings:
General
Teen
Mature
Explicit
These seem like they should be pretty self-explanatory, and the site's own official info pop-up (accessible by clicking the question mark next to the section prompt) gives brief, straightforward descriptions for each of them.
Even so, many writers have found ourselves staring at that dropdown list, thinking about what we've written, and wondering what's the right freaking rating for this? Â How do I know if it's appropriate for âgeneral audiencesâ or if it needs to be teen and up? What's the difference between Mature and Explicit?
The best way to figure it out is often to think about your fic in comparison to mainstream media.
General is your average Disney or Dreamworks movie, Cartoon Network or Nickelodeon shows, video games like Mario, Kirby, and Pokemon.
There may be romance, but no sexual content or discussion. Scary things might happen and people might get hurt, but violence is non-graphic and usually mild. Adults may be shown drinking alcohol or smoking tobacco, and some degree of intoxication may be shown (usually played for laughs and not focused on), but hard drug use is generally not shown or discussed. Â There is little to no foul language written out and what language there may be is mild, though harsher swears may be implied by narration. There are no explicit F-bombs or slurs.
Teen is more like a Marvel movie, most network television shows (things like The Office, Supernatural, or Grey's Anatomy), video games like Final Fantasy, Five Nights at Freddie's, and The Sims.
There might be some sex and sexual discussion, but nothing explicit is shownâthings usually fade to black or are leftimplied. More intense danger, more severe injuries described in greater detail, and a higher level of violence may be present. Â Substance use may be discussed and intoxication shown, but main characters are unlikely to be shown doing hard drugs. Some swearing and other harsh language may be present, possibly including an F-bomb or two. Â In longer works, that might mean an F-bomb every few chapters.
Mature is, in American terms, an R-rated movie* like Deadpool, Fifty Shades of Grey, The Exorcist, and Schindler's List; certain shows from premium cable networks or streaming services like Game of Thrones, Shameless, Breaking Bad, and Black Sails; videogames like Bioshock, Assassin's Creed, Grand Theft Auto, and The Witcher.
Sex may be shown and it might be fairly explicit, but it's not as detailed or graphic or as much the focus of the work as it would be if it were porn. Violence, danger, and bodily harm may be significant and fairly graphic. Most drug use is fair game. Swearing and harsh language may be extensive.
Explicit is, well, extremely explicit. This is full on porn, the hardcore horror movies, and snuff films.
Sex is highly detailed and graphic. Violence and injury is highly detailed and graphic. Drug use and its effects may be highly detailed and graphic. Swearing and harsh language may be extreme, including extensive use of violent slurs.
Please note that both Mature and Explicit fics are intended for adult audiences only, but that does not mean a teenaged writer isn't going to produce fics that should be rated M or E. Â Ratings should reflect the content of the fic, not the age of the author.
Strictly speaking, you don't have to choose any of these ratings; Ao3 has a âNot Ratedâ option, but for purposes of search results and some other functions, Not Rated fics are treated by the site as Explicit, just in case, which means they end up hidden from a significant portion of potential readers. It really is in your best interest as a writer who presumably wants people to see their stories, to select a rating. It helps readers judge if yours is the kind of story they want right now, too.
Rating a fic is a subjective decision, there is some grey area in between each level. If you're not quite sure where your fic falls, best practice is to go with the more restrictive rating.
*(Equivalent to an Australian M15+ or R18+, Canadian 14A, 18A or 18+, UK 15 or 18, German FSK 16 or FSK 18.)
Warnings
Ao3 uses a set of standard site-wide Archive Warnings to indicate that a work contains subject matter that falls into one or more of a few categories that some readers are likely to want to avoid. Â Even when posting elsewhere, it's courteous to include warnings of this sort.
These warnings are:
Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Major Character Death
Rape/Non-Con
Underage
Just like with the ratings, the site provides an info-pop up that explains what each warning is for. They're really exactly what it says on the tin: detailed descriptions of violence, injury, and gore; the death of a character central to canon or tothe story being told; non-consensual sex i.e. rape; and depictions of underage sex, which the site defines as under the age of 18 for humansâAo3 doesn't care if your local age of consent or majority is lower than that.
In addition to the four standard warnings above, the warnings section has two other choices:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
These do not mean the same thing and cannot be used interchangeably. âNo Archive Warnings Applyâ means that absolutely nothing in your fic falls into any of the four standard warning categories. âChoose Not To Use Archive Warningsâ means that you the author are opting out of the warning system; your fic could potentially contain things that fall into any and all of the four standard warning categories.
There's nothing wrong with selecting Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings! It may mean that some readers will avoid your fic because they're not sure it's safe for them, and you might need to use more courtesy tags than you otherwise would (we'll talk about courtesy tags later), but that's okay! Opting out of the warning system can be a way to avoid spoilers,* and is also good for when you're just not sure if what you've written deserves one of the Archive warnings. In that case, the best practice is to select either the warning it might deserve or Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, then provide additional information in other tags, the summary, or an initial author's note.
Unless you're opting out of using the warning system, select all the warnings that apply to your fic, if any of them do. So if a sixteen year old main character has consensual sex then gets killed in an accident that you've written out in excruciating detail, that fic gets three out of the four standard warnings: Underage, Major Character Death, and Graphic Depictions Of Violence.
*(Fandom etiquette generally favors thorough tagging and warning over avoiding spoilers. It doesn't ruin the experience of a story to have a general sense of what's going to happen. If it did, we wouldn't all keep reading so many âthere was only one bedâ fics.)
Fandom Tags
What fandom or fandoms is your fic for? Â You definitely know what you wrote it for, but that doesn't mean it's obvious what to tag it as.
Sometimes, it is obvious! You watched a movie that isn't based on anything, isn't part of a series, and doesn't have any spinoffs, tie-ins or anything else based on it. You wrote a fic set entirely within the world of this movie. You put this movie as the fandom for your fic. Or maybe you read a book and wrote a fic for it, and there is a movie based on the book, but the movie is really different and you definitely didn't use anything that's only in the movie. You put the book as the fandom for your fic.
All too often, though, it's not that clear.
What if you wrote a fic for something where there's a movie based on a book, but the movie's really different, and you've used both things that are only in the movie and things that are only in the book? Â In that case you either tag your fic as both the movie and the book, or see if the fandom has an âall media typesâ tag and use that instead of the separate tags. Â If the fandom doesn't have an âall media typesâ tag yet, you can make one! Just type it in.
âAll media typesâ fandom tags are also useful for cases where there are lots of inter-related series, like Star Wars; there are several tellings of the story in different media but they're interchangeable or overlap significantly, like The Witcher; or the fandom has about a zillion different versions so it's very hard, even impossible, to say which ones your fic does and doesn't fit, like Batman. Use your best judgement as to whether you need to include a more specific fandom tag such as âBatman (Movies 1989-1997)â alongside the âall media typesâ fandom tag, but try to avoid including very many. The point of the âall media typesâ tag is to let you leave off the specific tags for every version.
In a situation where one piece of media has a spinoff, maybe several spinoffs, and you wrote a fic that includes things from more than one of them, you might want use the central work's â& related fandomsâ tag. For example, the âDoctor Who & Related Fandomsâ tag gets used for fics that include things from a combination of any era of Doctor Who, Torchwood, and The Sarah Jane Adventures.
And don't worry, from the reader-side of the site the broadest fandom tags are prioritized. The results page for an âall media typesâ or â& related fandomsâ search includes works tagged with the more specific sub-tags for that fandom, the browse-by-fandom pages show the broadest tag for each fandom included, and putting a fandom into the search bar presumes the broadest tag for that fandom. Â A search for âStar Wars - All Media Typesâ will pull up work that only has a subtag for that fandom, like âThe Mandalorian (TV).â You don't have to put every specific fandom subtag for people to find your fic.
If you wrote a fic for something that's an adaptation of an older workâespecially an older work that's been adapted a lot, like Sherlock Holmes or The Three Musketeersâit can be hard to know how you should tag it. The best choice is to put the adaptation as the fandom, for instance âSherlock (TV),â then, if you're also using aspects of the older source work that aren't in the adaptation, also put a broad fandom tag such as âSherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms.â Do not tag it as being fic for the source workâin our Sherlock example that would be tagging it âSherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyleââunless you are crossing over the source work and the adaptation. Otherwise, the specific fandom subtag for the source work ends up clogged with fic for the adaptation, which really is a different thing.
By the same token, fic for the source work shouldn't be tagged as being for the adaptation, or the adaptation's subtag will get clogged.
The same principle applies to fandoms that have been rebooted. Don't tag fic for the reboot as being for the original, or fic for the original as being for the reboot. Don't tag a fic as being for both unless the reboot and original are actually interacting. Use an â& related fandomsâ tag for the original if your fic for the reboot includes some aspects of the original that weren't carried over but you haven't quite written a crossover between the two. Good examples of these situations can be seen with âStar Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)â vs. âStar Trek: The Original Series,â and âShe-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)â vs. âShe-Ra: Princess Of Power (1985).â
Usually, this kind of mistagging as a related fandom happens when someone writes a fic for something that is or has a reboot, spinoff, or adaptation, but they're only familiar with one of the related pieces of media, and they mistakenly presume the fandoms are the same or interchangeable because they just don't know the difference. Â It's an honest mistake and it doesn't make you a bad or fake fan to not know, but it can be frustrating for readers who want fic for one thing and find the fandom tag full of fic for something else.
In order to avoid those kinds of issues, best practice is to assume fandoms are not interchangeable no matter how closely related they are, and to default to using a tag pair of the most-specific-possible sub-fandom tag + the broadest possible fandom tag when posting a fic you're not entirely sure about, for instance âStar Trekâ and âStar Trek: Enterprise.â
The Marvel megafandom has its own particular tagging hell going on. Really digging into and trying to make sense of that entire situation would require its own guide, but we can go through some general tips.
There is a general âMarvelâ fandom tag and tags for both âThe Avengers - Ambiguous Fandomâ and âThe Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types.â Most of us who write Marvel fic are working with a cherry picked combination of canons from the MCU, various comics runs, both timelines of X-Men movies, and possibly several decades worth of cartoons. That's what these tags are for.
If your cherry picked Marvel fic is more X-Men than Avengers, go for the âX-Men - All Media Typesâ tag.
If you are primarily working with MCU canon, use the MCU specific tags rather than âall media typesâ and add specific tags for individual comics runsâlike Earth 616 or the Fraction Hawkeye comicsâif you know you're lifting particular details from the comics. Â If you're just filling in gaps in MCU canon with things that are nebulously âfrom the comicsâ don't worry about tagging for that, it's accepted standard practice in the fandom at this point, use a broader tag along with your MCU-specific tag if you want to.
Same general idea for primarily movie-verse X-Men fics. Use the movie-specific tags.
If your fic mostly draws from the comics, use the comics tags. If you're focusing on an individual run, show, or movie series rather than an ensemble or large swath of the megafranchise, tag for that and leave off the broader fandom tags.
Try your best to minimize the number of fandom tags on your Marvel work. Ideally, you can get it down to two or three. Even paring it down as much as you can you might still end up with about five. Â If you're in the double digits, take another look to see if all the fandom tags you've included are really necessary, or if some of them are redundant or only there to represent characters who are in the fic but that the fic doesn't focus on.
Many readers tend to search Marvel fics by character or pairing tags, it's more important that you're thorough there. For the fandom tags it's more important that you're clear.
If you write real person fiction, you need to tag it as an RPF fandom. Fic about actors who are in a show together does not belong on the fandom tag for that show. There are separate RPF fandom tags for most shows and film franchises. Much like the adaptation/source and reboot/original situations discussed earlier, a fic should really only be tagged with both a franchise's RPF tag and its main tag if something happens like the actorsâor director or writer!âfalling into the fictional world or meeting their characters.
Of course, not all RPF is about actors. Most sports have RPF tags, there are RPF tags for politics from around the world and for various historical settings, the fandom tags for bands are generally presumed to be RPF tags, and there is a general Real Person Fiction tag.
In order to simplify things for readers, it's best practice to use the general Real Person Fiction tag in addition to your fandom-specific tag. You may even want to put âRPFâ as a courtesy tag in the Additional Tags section, too. This is because Ao3 isn't currently set up to recognize RPF as the special flavor of fic that it is in the same way that the site recognizes crossovers as special, so it can be very difficult to either seek out or avoid RPF since it's scattered across hundreds of different fandom tags.
On the subject of crossoversâthey can make fandom tagging even more daunting. Even for a crossover with lots of fandoms involved, though, you just have to follow the same guidelines as to tag a single-fandom work for each fandom in the crossover. The tricky part is figuring out if what you wrote is really a crossover, or just an AU informed by another fandomâwe'll talk about that later.
There are some cases where it's really hard to figure out what fandom something belongs to, like if you wrote a fanfic of someone else's fanfic, theirs is an AU and yours is about their OC, not any of the characters from canon. What do you do?! Well, you do not tag it as being a fanfic for the same thing theirs was. Put the title of their fic (or name of their series) as the fandom for your fic, attributed to their Ao3 handle just like any other fandom is attributed to its author. Explain the situation in either the summary or the initial author's note. Also, ask the author's permission before posting something like this.
What if you wrote a story about your totally original D&D character? The fandom is still D&D, you want the âDungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)â tag.
What if there's not a fandom tag on the Archive yet for what you wrote? Not a problem! You can type in a new one if you're the first person to post something for a particular fandom. Do make sure, though, that the fandom isn't just listed by a different name than you expect. Many works that aren't originally in Englishâincluding animeâare listed by their original language title or a direct translation first, and sometimes a franchise or series's official name might not be what you personally call it, for instance many people think of Phillip Pullman's His Dark Materials series as The Golden Compass series, so it's best to double check.
What if you wrote an entirely new original story that's not based on anything? Â Excellent job, that takes a lot of work, but that probably doesn't belong on Ao3! Â The Archive is primarily meant as a repository for fannish content, but in a few particular circumstances things we'd consider Original Work may be appropriate content for the Archive as well. Double check the Archive's Terms of Service FAQ and gauge if what you wrote falls under the scope of what is allowed. If what you wrote really doesn't fit here, post it somewhere else or try to get it published if you feel like giving it a shot.
Category
What Ao3 means by category is âdoes this fic focus on sex or romance, and if so what combination of genders are involved in that sex or romance?â
The category options are:
F/F
F/M
Gen
M/M
Multi
Other
The F/F, F/M, and M/M categories are for stories focused on pairings of two women, a woman and a man, and two men, respectively. Â These refer to sexual and/or romantic pairings.
The Other category is for stories focused on (sexual and/or romantic) pairings where one or both partners are not strictly male or female, such as nonbinary individuals, people from cultures with gender systems that don't match to the Western man-woman system, and nonhuman characters for whom biological sex works differently or is nonexistent, including aliens, robots, and inanimate objects or abstract concepts. There are some problems with treating nonbinary humans, eldritch tentacle monsters, sexless androids, and wayward container ships as all the same category, but it's the system we currently have to work with. Use Additional Tags to clarify the situation.
Multi is for stories in which several (sexual and/or romantic) relationships are focused on or which focus on relationships with multiple partners, including cases of polyamory, serial monogamy, strings of hookups with different people, and orgies. Â A fic will also show as âMultiâ if you, the author, have selected more than one category for the fic, even if none of those are the Multi category. Realistically, the Archive needs separate âMultiple Categoriesâ and âPolyâ options, but for now we have to work with this system in which the two are combined. Â Use Additional Tags to clarify the situation.
Gen is for stories that do not contain or are not focused on sex or romance. Romance may be present in a gen fic but it's going to be in the background. Â While rare, there is such a thing as a sexually explicit gen ficâsolo masturbation which does not feature fantasizing about another character is explicit gen fic; a doctor character seeing a series of patients with sex-related medical needs following an orgy may qualify if the orgy is not shown and the doctor is being strictly professionalâbut such fic needs to be rated, otherwise tagged, and explained carefully in the summary and/or author's note.
Much like the warnings section, category is a âselect all that applyâ situation. Use your best judgement. For a fic about a polyamorous relationship among a group of women, it's entirely appropriate to tag it as both F/F and Multi. Â A poly fic with a combination of men and women in the relationship could be shown as both M/M and F/M, Multi, or all three. A fic that focuses equally on one brother and his husband and the other brother and his wife should be tagged both M/M and F/M, and could be tagged as Multi but you might decided not to just to be clear that there's no polyamory going on. If you wrote a fic about two characters who are both men in canon, but you wrote one of them as nonbinary, you could tag it M/M, Other, or both depending on what you feel is representative and respectful.
When dealing with trans characters, whether they're trans in canon or you're writing them as such, the category selection should match the character's gender. Â If there's a character who is a cis woman in canon, but who you're writing as a trans man, you categorize the fic based on his being a man. If there's a character who is a cis man in canon, but whom you're writing as a trans man, he is still a man and the fic should be categorized accordingly. When dealing with nonbinary characters the fic should really be classed as Other though, by convention, fics about characters who are not nonbinary in canon may be classed based on the character's canon gender as well or instead. When dealing with gender swapped charactersâi.e. a canonically cis male superhero who you're writing as a cis womanâclass the fic using the gender you wrote her with, not the gender he is in canon.
Most of the time, gen fics should not be categorized jointly with anything else because a fic should only be categorized based on the ships it focuses on, and a gen fic should not be focusing on a ship in the first place.*
*(One of the few circumstances in which it might make sense to class a fic as both gen and something else is when writing about Queerplatonic Relationships, but that is a judgement call and depends on the fic.)
Relationship Tags
The thing about relationship tagging that people most frequently misunderstand or just don't know is the difference between âCharacter A/Character Bâ and âCharacter A & Character B.â
Use a â/â for romantic or sexual relationships, such as spouses, people who are dating, hookups, and friends with benefits. Use â&â for platonic or familial relationships, such as friends, siblings, parents with their kids, coworkers, and deeply connected mortal enemies who are not tragically in love.
This is where we get the phrase âslash fic.â Originally, that meant any fic focused on a romantic paring, but since so much of the romantic fic being produced was about pairs of men, âslash ficâ came to mean same-sex pairings, especially male same-sex pairings. Back in earlier days of fandom, pre-Ao3 and even pre-internet, there was a convention that when writing out a different-sex pairing, you did so in man/woman order, while same-sex pairings were done top/bottom. Some authors, especially those who have been in the fic community a long time, may still do this, but the convention has not been in consistent, active use for many years, so you don't have to worry about putting the names in the âcorrectâ order. Part of why that died out is we, as a community, have gotten less strict and more nuanced in our understandings of sex and relationships, we're writing non-penetrative sex more than we used to, and we're writing multi-partner relationships and sex more than we used to, so strictly delineating âtopsâ and âbottomsâ has gotten less important and less useful.
The convention currently in use on Ao3 is that the names go in alphabetical order for both â/â and â&â relationships. In most cases, the Archive uses the character's full name instead of a nickname or just a given name, like James "Bucky" Barnes instead of just Bucky or James. We'll talk more about conventions for how to input character names in the Characters section. The Archive will give you suggestions as you typeâif one of them fits what you mean but is slightly different from how you were typing it, for instance it's in a different order, please use the tag suggested! Consistency in tags across users helps the site work more smoothly for everybody.
This is really not the place for ship nicknames like Puckleberry, Wolfstar, or Ineffable Wives. Use the characters' names.
Now that you know how to format the relationship tag to say what you mean, you have to figure out what relationships in your fic to tag for.
The answer is you tag the relationships that are important to the story you're telling, the ones you spend time and attention following, building up, and maybe even breaking down. Tagging for a ship is not a promise of a happy ending for that pair; you don't have to limit yourself to tagging only the end-game ships if you're telling a story that's more complicated than âthey get together and live happily ever after.â That said, you should generally list the main shipâthe one you focus on the mostâfirst on the list, and that will usually be the end-game ship. You should also use Additional Tags, the summary, and author's notes to make it clear to readers if your fic does not end happily for a ship you've tagged. Otherwise readers will assume that a fic tagged as being about a ship will end well for that ship, because that's what usually happens, and they'll end up disappointed and hurt, possibly feeling tricked or lied to, when your fic doesn't end well for that ship
You don't have to, and honestly shouldn't, tag for every single relationship that shows up in your fic at all. A character's brief side fling mentioned in passing, or a relationship between two background characters should not be listed under the Relationship tag section. You can list them in the format âminor Character A/Character Câ or âCharacter C/Character D â mentions ofâ in the Additional Tags section if you want to, or just tag âMinor or Background Relationship(s)â under either the Relationship tag section or in the Additional Tags section.
There are two main reasons to not tag all those minor relationships. The first is to streamline your tags, which makes them clearer and more readable, and therefore more useful. The second reason is because certain ships are far more common as minor or background relationships than as the focus of a work, so tagging all your non-focus focus ships leads to the tags for these less popular ships getting clogged with stories they appear in, but that are not about them. That is, of course, very frustrating for readers who really want to read stories that focus on these ships.
If your fic contains a major relationship between a canon character and an OC, reader-insert, or self-insert, tag it as such. The archive already has /Original Character, /Reader, /You, and /Me tags for most characters in most fandoms. If such a relationship tag isn't already in use, type it in yourself. There are OC/OC tags, too, some of which specify gender, some of which do not. Â All the relationship tags that include OCs stack the gender-specific versions of the tags under the nongendered ones. Use these tags as appropriate.
For group relationships, both polycules and multi-person friendships, you â/â or â&â all the names involved in alphabetical order, so Alex/Max/Sam are dating while Chris & Jamie & Tori are best friends. For a poly situation where not everyone is dating each other you should tag it something like âAlex/Max, Alex/Samâ because Alex is dating both Max and Sam, but Max and Sam are not romantically or sexually involved with each other. Use your judgement as to whether you still want to include the Alex/Max/Sam trio tag, and whether you should also use a âSam & Maxâ friendship tag.
Generally, romantic â/â type relationships are emphasized over â&â type relationships in fic. It is more important that you tag your â/âs thoroughly and accurately than that you tag your â&âs at all. This is because readers are far more likely to either be looking for or be squicked by particular â/â relationships than they are â&â relationships. You can tag the same pair of characters as both / and & if both their romance and their friendship is important to the story, but a lot of people see this as redundant. If you're writing incest fic, use the / tag for the pair not the & tag and put a courtesy tag for âincestâ in the Additional Tags section; this is how readers who do not want to see incestuous relationships avoid that material.
Queerplatonic Relationships, Ambiguous Relationships, Pre-Slash, and âSlash If You Squintâ are all frequently listed with both the â/â and â&â forms of the pairing; use your best judgement as to whether one or the other or both is most appropriate for what you've written and clarify the nature of the relationship in your Additional Tags.
Overall, list your â/â tags first, then your â&â tags.
Character Tags
Tagging your characters is a lot like tagging your relationships. Who is your fic about? That's who you put in your character tags.
You don't have to and really should not tag every single background character who shows up for just a moment in the story, for pretty much the same reasons you shouldn't tag background relationships. Â We don't want to clog less commonly focused on characters' tags with stories they don't feature prominently in.
You do need to tag the characters included in your Relationship tags.
A character study type of fic might only have one character you need to tag for. Romantic one shots frequently only have two. Longfics and fics with big ensemble casts can easily end up with a dozen characters or more who really do deserve to be tagged for.
Put them in order of importance. This doesn't have to be strict hierarchal ranking, you can just arrange them into groups of âmain characters,â âmajor supporting characters,â and âminor supporting characters.â Nobody less than a minor supporting character should be tagged. Even minor supporting characters show up for more than one line.
If everyone in the fic is genuinely at the same level of importance (which does happen, especially with small cast fics), then order doesn't really matter. You can arrange them by order of appearance or alphabetically by name if you want to be particularly neat about it.
Do tag your OCs! Some people love reading about OCs and want to be able to find them; some people can't stand OCs and want to avoid them at all costs; most people are fine with OCs sometimes, but might have to be in the mood for an OC-centric story or only be comfortable with OCs in certain contexts. Regardless, though, Character tags are here to tell readers who the story is about, and that includes new faces. Original Characters are characters and if they're important to the story, they deserve to be tagged for just like canon characters do.
There are tags for âOriginal Character(s),â âOriginal Male Character(s),â and âOriginal Female Character(s).â Use these tags! Â If you have OCs you're going to be using frequently in different stories, type up a character tag in the form â[OC's Name] â Original Characterâ and use that in addition to the generic OC tags.
Also tag âReader,â âYou,â or âMeâ as a character if you've written a reader- or self-insert.
You can use the âMinor Charactersâ tag to wrap up everybody, both OC and canon, who doesn't warrant their own character tag. Remember, though, that this tag is also used to refer to minor canon characters who may not have their own official names.
Just like when tagging for relationships, the convention when tagging for characters is to use their full name. The suggestions the Archive gives you as you type will help you use the established way of referring to a given character.
Characters who go by more than one name usually have their two most used names listed together as one tag with the two names separated by a vertical bar like âAndy | Andromache of Scythia.â This also gets used sometimes for characters who have different names in an adaptation than in the source text, or a different name in the English-language localization of a work than in the original language. For character names from both real-world and fictional languages and cultures that put family or surname before the given nameâlike the real Japanese name Takeuchi Naoko or the made up Bajoran name Kira Nerysâthat order is used when tagging, even if you wrote your fic putting the given name first.
Some characters' tags include the fandom they're from in parentheses after their name like âConnor (Detroit: Become Human).â This is mostly characters with ordinary given names like Connor and no canon surname, characters who have the same full name as a character in another fandom, such as Billy Flynn the lawyer from the musical Chicago and Billy Flynn the serial killer played by Tim Curry in Criminal Minds, and characters based on mythological, religious, or historical figures or named for common concepts such as Lucifer, Loki, Amethyst, Death, and Zero that make appearances in multiple fandoms.
Additional Tags
Additional Tags is one of the most complicated, and often the longest, section of metatext we find ourselves providing when we post fic. It's also the one that gives our readers the greatest volume of information.
That, of course, is what makes it so hard for us to do well.
It can help to break down Additional Tags into three main functions of tag: courtesy tags, descriptive tags, and personal tags.
Courtesy tags serve as extensions of the rating and warning systems. They can help clarify the rating, provide more information about the Archive Warnings you've used or chosen not to use, and give additional warnings to tell readers there are things in this fic that may be distasteful, upsetting, or triggering but that the Archive doesn't have a standard warning for.
Descriptive tags give the reader information about who's in this fic, what kind of things happen, what tropes are in play, and what the vibe is, as well as practical information about things like format and tense.
Personal tags tell the readers things about us, the author, our process, our relationship to our fic, and our thoughts at the time of posting.
It doesn't really matter what order you put these tags in, but it is best practice to try to clump them: courtesy tags all together so it's harder for a reader to miss an important one, ship-related info tags together, character-related info tags together, etc.
There are tons and tons of established tags on Ao3, and while it's totally fine, fun, and often necessary to make up your own tags, it's also important to use established tags that fit your fic. Â For one thing, using established tags makes life easier for the tag wranglers behind the scenes. Using a new tag you just made up that means the same thing as an established tag makes more work for the tag wranglers. We like the tag wranglers, they're all volunteers, and they're largely responsible for the search and sorting features being functional. Be kind to the tag wranglers.
For basically the same reasons, using established tags makes it easier for readers to find your fic. If a reader either searches by a tag or uses filters on another search to âIncludeâ that tag, and you didn't use that tag, your fic will not show up for them even if what you wrote is exactly what they're looking for. Â Established tags can be searched by exactly the same way as you search by fandom or pairing, your off the cuff tags cannot.
Let's talk about some well-known established tags and common tag types, divvied up by main function.
Courtesy
A lot of courtesy tags are specific warnings like âDubious Consent,â âIncest,â âDrug Use,â âExtremely Underage,â âToxic Relationship,â and âAbuse.â Many of these have even more specific versions such as âRecreational Drug Useâ and âNonconsensual Drug Use,â or âMildly Dubious Consentâ and âExtremely Dubious Consent.â
Giving details about what, if any, drugs are used or mentioned, specifying what kinds of violence or bodily harm are discussed or depicted, details about age differences or power-imbalanced relationships between characters who date or have sex, discussion or depictions of suicide, severe or terminal illness, or mental health struggles is useful. It helps give readers a clear sense of what they'll encounter in your fic and decide if they're up for it.
One the most useful courtesy warning tags is âDead Dove: Do Not Eatâ which basically means âthere are things in this fic which are really screwed up and may be disturbing, read at your own risk, steer clear if you're not sure.â This tagâlike all courtesy warnings, reallyâis a show of good faith, by using it you are being a responsible, and thoughtful member of the fanfic community by giving readers the power and necessary information to make their own informed decisions about what they are and are not comfortable reading.
Saying to âHeed the tagsâ is quite self-explanatory and, if used, should be the last or second to last tag so it's easy to spot. Â Remember, though, that âHeed the tagsâ isn't useful if your tags aren't thorough and clear.
âAdditional Warnings In Author's Noteâ is one of only things that should ever go after âHeed the tags.â Â If you use this, your additional warnings need to go in the author's note at the very beginning of the fic, not the one at the end of the first chapter. Â If your additional warnings write up is going to be very long because it's highly detailed, then it can go at the bottom of the chapter with a note at the beginning indicating that the warnings are at the bottom. Some authors give an abbreviated or vague set of warnings in the initial note, then longer, highly detailed, spoilery warnings in the end note. It's best to make it as simple and straightforward as possible for readers to access warnings.
Tagging with âDead Dove: Do Not Eat,â âHeed the tags,â or âAdditional Warnings In Author's Noteâ is not a substitute for thorough and appropriate courtesy tagging. These are extra reminders to readers to look closely at the other warnings you've given.
While most courtesy tags are warnings, some are assurances like âNo Lesbians Dieâ or âIt's Not As Bad As It Sounds.â Â A fic tagged for rape or dub-con may get a tag assuring that the consent issues are not between the characters in the main ship; or a fic with a premise that sounds likely to involve lack of consent but actually doesn't may get a tag that it's âNOT rape/non-con.â A tag like âAnimal Deathâ may be immediately followed by a freeform tag assuring that the animal that dies is not the protagonist's beloved horse.
Descriptive
There are a few general kinds of descriptive tags including character-related, ship-related, temporal, relation-to-canon, trope-related, smut details, and technical specifications.
Many character- and ship-related tags simply expand on the Character and Relationship tags we've already talked about. Â This is usually the place to specify details about OCs and inserts, such as how a reader-insert is gendered.
When it comes to character-related tags, one of the most common types in use on Ao3 and in fandom at large is the bang-path. This is things like werewolf!Alex, trans!Max, top!Sam, kid!Jamie, and captain!Tori. Basically, a bang-path is a way of specifying a version of a character. We've been using this format for decades; it comes from the very first email systems used by universities in the earliest days of internet before the World Wide Web existed. It's especially useful for quickly and concisely explaining the roles of characters in an AU. Nowadays this is also one of the primary conventions for indicating who's top and who's bottom in a ship if that's information you feel the need to establish. Â The other current convention for indicating top/bottom is as non-bang-path character-related tags in the form âTop [Character A], Bottom [Character B].â
Other common sorts of character tags are things like â[Character A] Needs a Hug,â âEmotionally Constipated [Character B],â and â[Character C] is a Good Dad.â
Some character-related tags don't refer to a particular character by name, but tell readers something about what kinds of characters are in the fic. Usually, this indicates the minority status of characters and may indicate whether or not that minority status is canon, as in âNonbinary Character,â âCanon Muslim Character,â âDeaf Character,â and âCanon Disabled Character.â
Down here in the tags is the place to put ship nicknames! Â This is also where to say things like âThey're idiots your honorâ or indicate that they're âIdiots in Love,â maybe both since âIdiots in Loveâ is an established searchable tag but âThey're idiots your honorâ isn't yet. If your fandom has catchphrases related to your ship, put that here if you want to.
If relevant, specify some things about the nature of relationships in your fic such as âAmbiguous Relationship,â âQueerplatonic Relationships,â âPolyamory,â âFriends With Benefits,â âTeacher-Student Relationship,â and so on. Not all fics need tags like these. Use your best judgement whether your current fic does.
Temporal tags indicate when your fic takes place. That can be things like âPre-Canonâ and âPost-Canon,â âPre-War,â âPost-Captain America: The Winter Soldier,â â1996-1997 NHL season,â âFuture Fic,â and so on. Â These tags may be in reference to temporal landmarks in canon, in the real world, or both depending on what's appropriate.
Some temporal tags do double duty by also being tags about the fic's relationship to canon. The Pre- and Post-Canon tags are like that.
Other relation-to-canon type tags are âCanon Compliantâ for fics that fit completely inside the framework of canon without changing or contradicting anything, âAlternate Universe - Canon Divergenceâ for fics that are compliant up to a certain point in canon, then veer off (maybe because you started writing the fic when the show was on season two but now it's at season four and you're not incorporating everything from the newer seasons, maybe a character died and you refuse to acknowledge that, maybe you just want to explore what might have happened if a particular scene had gone differently), and the various other Alternate Universe tags for everything from coffee shop AUs and updates to modern settings, to realities where everyone is a dragon or no one has their canon superpowers.
The established format for these tags is âAlternate Universe â [type],â but a few have irregular names as well, such as âWingficâ for AUs in which characters who don't ordinarily have wings are written as having wings.
If you have written an AU, please tag clearly what it is! Make things easy on both the readers who are in the mood to read twenty royalty AUs in a row, the readers who are in the middle of finals week and the thought of their favorite characters suffering through exams in a college AU would destroy the last shred of their sanity but would enjoy watching those characters teach high school, and the readers who really just want to stick to the world of canon right now.
Admittedly, it can get a little confusing what AU tag or tags you need to describe what you've written since most of us have never had a fandom elder sit us down and explain what the AU tags mean. One common mix up is tagging things âAlternate Universe - Modern Settingâ when what's meant is âAlternate Universe - Canon Divergence.â Â The misunderstanding here is usually reading âAlternate Universe - Modern Settingâ and thinking it means an alternate version of the canon universe that is set at the same time as the canon universe, but is different in some way. That's not how the tag is meant to be used, though.
The Modern Setting AU tag is specifically for fic set now (at approximately the same time period it was written), for media that's canonically set somewhere that is very much not the present of the real world. This can mean things set in the past (like Jane Austen), the future (like Star Trek), or a fantasy world entirely different from our own (like Lord of the Rings or Avatar: the Last Airbender). Fic for a canon that's set more or less ânowâ doesn't need the Modern Setting AU tag, even if the world of canon is different from our own. If you're removing those differences by putting fantasy or superhero characters in a world without magic or supersoldier serum, you might want the âAlternate Universe - No Powersâ tag instead.
Some of the most fun descriptive tags are trope tags. This includes things like âMutual Pining,â âBed Sharingâ for when your OTP gets to their hotel room to find There Was Only One Bed, âFake Dating,â âAngst,â Fluff,â âHurt/Comfortâ and all its variants. Â Readers love tropes at least as much as we love writing them and want to be able to find their favorites. Everyone also has tropes they don't like and would rather avoid. Tagging them allows your fic to be filtered in and out by what major tropes you've used.
Explicit fics, and sometimes fics with less restrictive ratings, that contain sex usually have tags indicating details about the nature of the sexual encounter(s) portrayed and what sex acts are depicted. These are descriptive tags, but they also do double duty as courtesy tags. This is very much a situation in which tags are a consent mechanism; by thoroughly and clearly tagging your smut you are giving readers the chance to knowingly opt in or out of the experience you've written.
Most of the time, it's pretty easy to do basic tagging for sex actsâyou know whether what you wrote shows Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, or Non-penetrative Sex. Â You probably know the names for different kinds of Oral Sex you may have included. You might not know what to call Frottage or Intercrural Sex, though, even if you understand the concept and included the act in your fic. Sometimes there are tags with rectangle-square type relationships (all Blow Jobs are Oral Sex, but not all Oral Sex is a Blow Job) and you're not sure if you should tag for bothâyou probably should. Sometimes there are tags for overlapping, closely related, or very similar acts or kinks and you're not sure which to tagâthat one's more of judgement call; do your best to use the tags that most closely describe what you wrote.
Tag for the kinks at play, if any, so readers can find what they're into and avoid what they're not. Tag for what genitalia characters have if it's nonobvious, including if there's Non-Human Genitalia involved. Tag your A/B/O, your Pon Farr, and your Tentacles, including whether it's Consentacles or Tentacle Rape.
Technical specification tags give information about aspects of the fic other than its narrative content. Â Most things on Ao3 are prose fiction so that's assumed to be the default, so anything else needs to be specified in tags. That includes Poetry, Podfics, things in Script Format, and Art. If it is a podfic, you should tag with the approximate length in minutes (or hours). If a fic is Illustrated (it has both words and visual art) tag for that.
Tag if your fic is a crossover or fusion. Â The difference, if you're not sure, is that in a crossover, two (or more) entire worlds from different media meet, whereas in a fusion, some aspects of one world, like the cast of characters, are combined with aspects of another, like the setting or magic system.
If the team of paranormal investigators from one show get in contact with the cast of aliens from another show, that's a crossover and you need to have all the media you're drawing from up in the Fandom tags. If you've given the cast of Hamlet physical manifestations of their souls in the form of animal companions like the daemons from His Dark Materials but nothing else from His Dark Materials shows up, that's a fusion, the Fandom tag should be âHamlet - Shakespeare,â and you need the âAlternate Universe - Daemonsâ tag. If you've given the members of a boy band elemental magic powers like in Avatar: the Last Airbender, that can be more of a judgement call depending how much from Avatar you've incorporated into your story. If absolutely no characters or specific settings from Avatar show up, it's probably a fusion. Â Either way, if the boyband exists in real life, it needs to be tagged as RPF.
Tag if your fic is a Reader-Insert or Self-Insert.
You might want to tag for whether your fic is written with POV First, Second, or Third Person, and if it's Past Tense or Present Tense (or Future Tense, though that's extremely uncommon). Â For POV First Person fics that are not self-inserts, or POV Third Person fics that are written in third person limited, you may want to tag which character's POV is being shown. Almost all POV Second Person fics are reader-insert, so if you've written one that isn't, you should tag for who the âyouâ is.
A fic is âPOV Outsiderâ if the character through whom the story is being conveyed is outside the situation or not familiar with the characters and context a reader would generally know from canon. The waitress who doesn't know the guy who just sat down in her diner is a monster hunter, and the guy stuck in spaceport because some hotshot captain accidentally locked down the entire space station, are both potential narrators for POV Outsider stories.
Other technical specifications can be tags for things like OCtober and Kinktober or fic bingo games. Â Tagging something as a Ficlet, One Shot, or Drabble is a technical specification (we're not going to argue right now over what counts as a drabble). Tagging for genre, like Horror or Fantasy, is too.
It's also good to tag accessibility considerations like âSreenreader Friendly,â but make sure your fic definitely meets the needs of a given kind of accessibility before tagging it.
Personal
Even among personal tags there are established tags! Â Things like âI'm Sorry,â âThe Author Regrets Nothing,â âThe Author Regrets Everything,â and âI Wrote This Instead of Sleepingâ are common ones. Â Tags about us and our relationship to the fic, such as âMy First Work In This Fandom,â âAuthor is Not Religious,â and âTrans Porn By A Trans Author,â can help readers gauge what to expect from our fic. Of course, you are not at all obligated to disclose any personal information for any reason when posting your fic.
The âI'm Bad At Taggingâ tag is common, but probably overused. Tagging is hard; very few of us have a natural feel for it even with lots of practice. Â It's not a completely useless tag because it can indicate to readers that you've probably missed some things you should have tagged for, so they should be extra careful; but it can also turn into a crutch, an excuse to not try, and therefore a sign to readers they can't trust your tagging job. Just do your best, and leave off the self depreciation. If you're really concerned about the quality of your tagging, consider putting in an author's note asking readers to let you know if there are any tags you should add.
You might want to let readers know your fic is âNot Beta Readâ or, if you're feeling a little cheekier than that, say âNo Beta We Die Like Menâ or its many fandom-specific variants like the âNo Beta We Die Like Robinsâ frequently found among Batman fics and âNo beta we die like Sunset Curveâ among Julie and The Phantoms fic. Don't worry, the Archive recognizes all of these as meaning âNot Beta Read.â
The Archive can be inconsistent about whether it stacks specific variants of Additional Tags under the broadest version of the tag like it does with Fandom tags, so best practice is usually to use both. Â You can double check by trying to search by a variant tag (or clicking on someone else's use of the variant); if the results page says the broader or more common form of the tag, those stack.
There's no such thing as the right number of tags. Some people prefer more tags and more detail, while other people prefer fewer more streamlined tags, and different fics have different things that need to be tagged for. Â There is, however, such a thing as too many tags. Â A tagblock that takes up the entire screen, or more, can be unreadable, at which point they are no longer useful. Focus on the main points and don't try to tag for absolutely everything. Â Use the âAdditional Warnings In Author's Noteâ strategy if your courtesy tags are what's getting out of hand.
Tag for as much as you feel is necessary for readers to find your fic and understand what they're getting into if they decide to open it up.
A little bit of redundancy in tags is not a sin. Â In fact, slight redundancy is usually preferable to vagueness. Clear communication in tags is a cardinal virtue. Remember that tags serve a purpose, they're primarily a tool for sorting and filtering, and (unlike on some other sites like tumblr) they work, so it's best to keep them informative and try to limit rambling in the tags. Ramble at length in your author's notes instead!
Titles
Picking a title can be one of the most daunting and frustrating parts of posting a fic. Sometimes we just know what to call our fics and it's a beautiful moment. Other times we stare at that little input box for what feels like an eternity.
The good news is there's really no wrong way to select a title. Titles can be long or short, poetic or straight to the point. Song lyrics, idioms, quotes from literature or from the fic itself can be good ways to go.
Single words or phrases with meanings that are representative of the fic can be great. A lot of times these are well known terms or are easy enough to figure out like Midnight or Morning Glow, but if you find yourself using something that not a lot of people know what it means, like Chiaroscuro (an art style that uses heavy shadow and strong contrast between light and dark), Kintsukuroi (the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold), or Clusivity (the grammatical term for differences in who is or isn't included in a group pronoun), you should define the term in either a subtitle, i.e. âChiaroscuro: A Study In Contrast,â or at the beginning of the summary.
As a courtesy to other writers, especially in small fandoms, you may want to check to make sure there's not already another fic with the same title in the same fandom, but this is not required. In large fandoms, there's no point in even trying. After all, there are only so many puns to be made about the full moon and only so many verses to Hallelujah.
It may be common practice on other platforms to include information such as fandom or ship in the title of a fic, but on Ao3 nothing that is specified by tags belongs in the title unless your title happens to be the same as a tag because, for instance, you've straightforwardly titled your character study of Dean Winchester âDean Winchester Character Studyâ and also responsibly tagged it as such.
Summaries
Yes, you really do need to put something down for the summary. It might only need to be a single sentence, but give the readers something to go off of.
The summary is there to serve two purposes: one, to catch the interest of potential readers, give them a taste of what's inside, and make them want to know more; and two, to give you a space to provide information or make comments that don't really fit in the tags but that you want readers to see before they open the fic.
We've already talked some about that second function. When you put an explanation of the title or clarification about tags in the summary, that's the purpose it's serving. You can also put notes to âHeed the tagsâ or instruct readers that there are additional warnings in the author's note here in the summary, rather than doing so in the tags.
The first function, the actual summarizing, can be very hard for some of us. Â It's basically the movie trailer for your fic, butwhat are you even supposed to say?
There are two main strategies as to how to approach this: the blurb, and the excerpt. Blurbs are like the synopses you at least used to see on the backs of published books, or the âStorylineâ section on an IMDb page. Writing one is a matter of telling your readers who does what, under what circumstances.
Depending on the fic, one sentence can capture the whole thing: âSam and Alex have sex on a train.â âTori tries to rob a bank.â âIf anybody had mentioned Max's new house was haunted, Jamie wouldn't have agreed to help with the move.â
Sometimes a blurb can be a question! âWhat happens when you lock a nuclear engineer in a closet with a sewing kit, a tennis ball, and half a bottle of Sprite?â
Of course, plenty of blurbs are more than one sentence. Their length can vary pretty significantly depending on the type and length of fic you're working with and how much detail you're trying to convey, but it shouldn't get to be more than a few short paragraphs. You're not retelling the entire fic here.
An excerpt is a portion of the fic copied out to serve as the summary. This, too, can vary in length from a line or two to several paragraphs, but shouldn't get too long. It should not be an entire scene unless that scene happens to be uncommonly short. It's important to select a portion of the fic that both indicates the who, what, and under what circumstances of the fic and is representative of the overall tone. Excerpts that are nothing but dialogue with no indication of who's talking are almost never a good choice. Portions that are sexually explicit or extremely violent are never ever a good choiceâif it deserves content warnings, it belongs inside the fic, not on the results page.
Counterintuitively, some of the best excerpts won't even look like an excerpt to the reader if they don't contain dialogue. They seem like particularly literary blurbs until the reader reaches that part in the fic and realizes they recognize a section of narration.
Some of us have very strong preferences as to whether we write blurbs or use excerpts for our summaries. Some readers have very strong preferences as to which they find useful. Ultimately, there's no accounting for taste, but there are things we can do to limit the frustration for readers who prefer summaries of the opposite kind than we prefer to write, without increasing our own frustration or work load very much. Part of that is understanding what readers dislike about each type so we know what to mitigate.
Blurbs can seem dry, academic, and overly simplified. They don't automatically give the reader a sense of your writing style the way an excerpt does. They can also seem redundant, like they're just rehashing information already given in the tags, so the reader feels like they're being denied any more information without opening the fic.
Excerpts can seem lazy, like you, the author, don't care enough to bother writing a blurb, or pushy like you're telling the reader âjust read the fic; I'm not going to give you the information you need to decide if you want to read or not, I'm shoving it in front of you and you just have to read it.â That effect gets worse if your tags aren't very informative or clear about what the plot is, if the excerpt is obviously just the first few lines or paragraphs of the fic, if the except is particularly long, or, worst of all, if all three are true at once.
A lot of the potential problems with blurbs can be minimized by having fun writing them! Make it punchy, give it some character, treat it like part of the story, not just a book report. A fic for a serialized show or podcast, for instance, could have a blurb written in the style of the show's âpreviously onâ or the podcast's intro. Â Make sure the blurb gives the reader something they can't just get from the tagsâlike the personality of your writing, important context or characterization, or a sense of the shape of the storyâbut don't try to skimp on the tags to do it!
Really, the only way to minimize the potential problems with excerpts is to be very mindful in selecting them. Make sure the portion you've chosen conveys the who, what, and under what circumstances and isn't too long. Â You know the story; what seems clear and obvious from the excerpt to you might not be apparent to someone who doesn't already know what happens, so you might need to ask a friend to double check you.
The absolute best way to provide a summary that works for everybody is to combine both methods. It really isn't that hard to stick a brief excerpt before your blurb, or tack a couple lines of blurb after your excerpt, but it can make a world of difference for how useful and inviting your summary is to a particular reader. The convention for summaries that use both is excerpt first, then blurb.
If you're struggling to figure out a summary, or have been in the habit of not providing one, try not to stress over it. Anything is better than nothing. Â As long as you've written something for a summary, you've given the reader a little more to help them make their decision. What really isn't helpful, though, is saying âI'm bad at summariesâ in your summary. It's a lot like the âI'm Bad At Taggingâ tag in that it's unnecessarily self depreciating, frequently comes across as an excuse not to try, and sometimes really is just an excuse. Unlike the âI'm Bad At Taggingâ tag, which has the tiny saving grace of warning readers you've probably missed something, saying you're bad at summaries has no utility at all, and may drive away a reader who thought your summary was quite good, but is uncomfortable with the negative attitude reflected by that statement. Summaries are hard. It's okay if you don't like your summary, but it's important for it to be there, and it's important to be kind to yourself about it. You're trying, that's what matters.
Author's Notes
Author's notes are the one place where we, the writers, directly address and initiate contact with our readers. We may also talk to them in the comments section, but that's different because they initiate that interaction while we reply, and comments are mostly one-on-one while in author's notes we're addressing everyone who ever reads our fic.
The very first note on a fic should contain any information, such as warnings or explanations, that a reader needs to see before they get to the body of the story, as well as anything like thanks to your beta, birthday wishes to a character, or general hellos and announcements you want readers to see before they get to the body of the story. On multi-chapter fics, notes at the beginning of chapters serve the same function for that chapter as the initial note on the fic does for the whole story, so you can do things like warn for Self-Harm on the two chapters out of thirty where it comes up, let everyone know your update schedule will be changing, or wish your readers a merry Christmas, if they celebrate it, on the chapter you posted on December 23rd but is set in mid-March.
Notes at the end of a fic or chapter are for things that don't need to be said or are not useful to a reader until after they've read the preceding content, such as translations for that handful of dialogue that's in Vulcan or Portuguese, or any parting greetings or announcements you want to give, like a thanks for reading or a reminder school is starting back so you won't be able to write as much. End notes are the best place to plug your social media to readers if you're inclined to do so, but remember that cannot include payment platforms like Patreon or Ko-fi.
As previously mentioned, warnings can go in end notes but that really should only be done when the warnings are particularly long, such that the length might cause a problem for readers who are already confident in their comfort level and would just want to scroll past the warning description. In that case, the additional warnings need to go in the note at the end of the first chapter, rather than at the end of the fic, if it's a multi-chapter fic; and you need to include an initial note telling readers that warnings/explanations of tags are at the bottom so they know to follow where the Archive tells them to see the end of the chapter/work for âmore notes.â
When posting a new work, where the Preface section gives you the option to add notes âat the beginningâ or âat the endâ or both, if you check both boxes, it means notes at the beginning and end of the entire fic, not the beginning and end of the first chapter. For single-chapter fics this difference doesn't really matter, but for multi-chapter fics it matters a lot. In order to add notes to the beginning or end of the first chapter of a multi-chapter fic you have to first go through the entire process to post the new fic, then go in to Edit, Edit Chapter, and add the notes there.
Series and Chapters
Dealing with Series and Chapters is actually two different issues, but they're closely related and cause some of us mixups, especially when we're new to the site and its systems, so we're going to cover them together.
Series on Ao3 are for collecting up different stories that you've written that are associated with each other in some way. Chapters are for dividing up one story into parts, usually for pacing and to give yourself and your readers a chance to take breaks and breathe, rather than trying to get through the entire thing in a single marathon sitting (not that we won't still do that voluntarily, but it's nice to have rest points built in if we need them).
If your story would be one book if it was officially published, then it should be posted as a single ficâwith multiple chapters if it's long or has more than one distinct part, like separate vignettes that all go together. If you later write a sequel to that fic, post it as a new fic and put them together in a series. It's exactly like chapters in a book and books in a series. Another way to think of this structure is like a TV show: different fics in the series are like different seasons of the show, with individual chapters being like episodes.
If you have several fics that all take place in the same AU but really aren't the same story those should go together as a series. Â If you wrote a story about a superhero team re-cast as school teachers, then wrote another story about different characters in the same school, that's this situation.
Series are also the best way to handle things like prompt games, bingos, or Kinktober, or collect up one shots and drabbles especially if your various fills, entries, and drabbles are for more than one fandom. If you put everything for a prompt game or bingo, or all your drabbles, together as one fic with a different chapter for each story, what ends up happening is that fic gets recognized by the Archive as a crossover when it isn't, so it gets excluded from the results pages for everyone who told the filters to Exclude Crossovers even though one of the stories you wrote is exactly what they're looking for; and that fic ends up with tons and tons of wildly varying and self-contradictory tags because it's actually carrying the tags for several entirely different, possibly unrelated stories, which also means it ends up getting excluded from results pages because, for instance, one out of your thirty-one Kinktober entries is about someone's NoTP.
Dividing these kinds of things up into multiple fic in a series makes it so much easier for readers to find what of your work they actually want to read.
If you've previously posted such things as a single fic, don't worry, it's a really common misunderstanding and there is absolutely nothing stopping you from reposting them separately. You may see traffic on them go up if you do!
Parting Thoughts
Metatext is ultimately all about communication, and in this context effective communication is a matter of responsibility and balance.
Ao3 is our archive. It's designed for us, the writers, to have the freedom to write and share whatever stories we want without having to worry that we'll wake up one day and find our writing has been deleted overnight without warning. Â That has happened too many times to so many in our community as other fanfic sites have died, been shut down, or caved to threats of legal action. Ao3 is dedicated to defending our legal right to create and share our stories. Part of the deal is that, in exchange for that freedom and protection, we take up the responsibility to communicate to readers what we're writing and who it's appropriate for.
We are each other's readers, and readers who don't write are still part of our community. We have a responsibility as members of this community to be respectful of others in our shared spaces. Â Ao3 is a shared space. The best way we have to show each other respect is to give one another the information needed to decide if a given fic is something we want to engage with or not, and then, in turn, to not engage with fic that isn't our cup of tea. As long as our fellow writer has been clear about what their fic is, they've done their part of the job. If we decided to look at the fic despite the information given and didn't like what we found, then that's on us.
Because metatext is how we put that vital information about our fics out in the community, it's important that our metatext is clear and easy to parse. The key to that is balance. Striking the balance between putting enough tags to give a complete picture and not putting too many tags that become an unreadable wall; the balance between the urge to be thorough and tag every character and the need to be restrained so those looking for fics actually about a certain character can find them; the balance between using established tags for clarity and ease and making up our own tags for specificity and fun.
Do your best, act in good faith, remember you're communicating with other people behind those usernames and kudos, and, most importantly, have fun with your writing!
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I only have my self to blame...
Frankie Morales x you ficÂ
Tags: A lot of cursing. So much cursing. Drug use. Angst. Â
Summary: I kept thinking about the coke rap they mention in the story. And I thought, what if Frankie was innocent? So most of this is about that, with a tense change so that when the reader enters the picture, itâs âyouâ -- no y/n.
I have never written a fic before. I am no nervous AT ALL. But I wanted to give something back, even though itâs not really romantic. I logged into my laptop so I could use cuts. XD I am ashamed at how long it took me to remember my password.
2,083 words.
It was, really, a bullshit coke rap, but it was still Frankieâs fault. Â He was flying one of the bossâs nicer planes, a pretty little Cessna Caravan, fitted out for luxury in the back, a curtain separating the pilot from the main cabin. Â The curtain was partly folded back, so the rich folks in the cabin behind him with their booze, lounging in their leather seats donât have to stare at the back of Frankieâs tousled, ball cap covered head. Â
It also meant that he could hear what they were saying, the headset over one ear was quiet, but heâd already decided they were a bag of dicks and he wasnât going to pay attention to them, as they laughed like a bunch of frat boys behind him. Â There was a mirror, angled so he could see what was going on, and once in awhile heâd look. Â There were five men and one woman, the men acting like a bunch of frat boys, the woman trying to pretend she was amused.
Frankie knew, of course, that the trouble was men like that made that secret chip on his shoulder come out. The one he tried to ignore.  Because Iâm better than that, right?  They ainât got nothing that I want.  But they did.  They didnât have to worry about moneyâŚthey didnât have a new baby to worry about, they didnât have to play the game of if-I-pay-this-bill-I-can-pretend-I-didnât-get-that-one.  He was tired, worried about his lady, scared that he was going to fucking fail her, fail their little girl, Luna. Â
He let out a long, pent up sigh. Â He itched to put on some music, was considering it when the shuffle of curtain fabric told him he was no longer alone.
The sole woman from the back gave him a shy smile.  âDo you mind? Theyâre acting like idiots back there.â She had a stylish, blunt cut, a white button shirt and a short, black skirt.  Everything was fitted perfectly so the clothes molded against her.  It looked polished rather than cheap.  He smiled politely  and shrugged as she arranged herself gracefully into the copilot chair.
âSo, you said your name was Frankie?â Â She reached out with a foot and nudged his chair. Â Sheâd shed her high heels, and, despite the shortness of her skirt was gathering her legs under her. Â
Lady, you might as well have a danger sign around your neck. Â He nodded, feeling a little out of his depth. Â
âMacey. Â Pleasure to meet you. Â You been a pilot long?â
He nodded.
âYou donât speak much, do you?â Â She was flirty enough that even he, usually captain obvious, caught on.
He gave her a sidelong look. âIâm trying to figure out how to slip the face I have a wife and kid into the conversation.â  Wife was a stretch.  He wanted to marry you, he dreamed about it.  He wanted to give you everything â a nice ring, a pretty dress. A day to be a be special, to feel loved. Proof to all your  friends and family that he could take care of you, that he was worthy.  He was scraping up money, setting it aside.  If he didnât go for a diamond, maybe he could get her something else nice. Maybe an opal.  Opal rings couldnât be that expensive, right?
She laughed. Â âSorry. Â Iâm bored.â She held up a hand. Â âScoutâs honor, I will do nothing to hurt your marriage.â
He gave her a grin. Â âWell, then, tell me a story.â
âA story?â
âYeah.  Once we touch down inâŚâ  He looked at the time âAbout two hours, we wonât see each other again. So tell me a story.  Something youâve always wanted to tell someone, but you couldnât.â
She arched an eyebrow provocatively.
âNot like that, not a secret. Â Just a story you want to tell. Â Can be anything, I donât care.â
She looked bemused for a second. Â Then she starts, haltingly, as if sheâs never had t actually make real conversation. Â As if sheâs never had anyone to listen to her. Â And the thing is, sheâs funny. Â Clever. He finds himself laughing as he does his thing, even throwing back a couple of smart remarks of his own. Â She has a gift of making him feel like he has a wicked sense of humor, and for a little bit, the cares heâs been harboring fall silent. Â
So does the cabin behind him, once. Â He has a mirror, set low, so he can see behind him. Â The ringleader of the group is glaring at him, not looking too happy.
Well, fuck him. What can he do? Â
A lot, apparently.
They land, and Macey gets up to go out the back. Â âThanks, Frankie. Â Good luck with everything.â
âYou, too, thanks for passing the time with me,â he says, and sets about the tasks. Â He checks gauges, writes things down, and finally, goes back and checks over the cabin. Â He gets out a basin from a cabinet and puts the used rocks glasses in it. Â He wonât wash them â heâll just dump the basin on the sideboard inside the hanger. Â He doesnât have to do the cleaning, but Allie, the janitor who usually cleaned up the planes, had hurt her back and everything, like picking up candy bar wrappers and throwing them away, checking the seats to see if anything had been left behind was an extra chore she did not need.
The plastic baggy was almost invisible against the beige leather of the seats. Â He picked it up, made a shocked little huff, like heâd put his hand on a snake. Â Coke. A pretty good amount of it, too. The old craving raised its head, making his hand shake a little. Â He heard voices, and shoved the baggy in his pocket. Â Iâll pitch it. Â He had to take a leak, anyway, heâd go, flush that garbage down the toilet, and there. Done. Â He wasnât that man any more. Â It was the one thing he could do for you.
He grabbed the waste basket and put it next to the door, grabbed the tub of glasses and put it under his arm.
âFrankie? Â You in there?â
âYeah, bossâŚcoming.â  Snagging the clipboard to put on top of the glasses so heâd have a free hand if he needed it, he went down the steps and onto the tarmac.
Hector stood there, hands in his pockets, looking ore hang dog than usual. Â âYeah, boss?â
âThe passengers said you were flying high, Frankie.â
That stopped him dead, like to concussion from a bomb, hitting his face and chest and taking out the air in his lungs.  âWhat? No, Iâd neverâŚâ Â
âThey said that they saw you â just before take off.  And you know, I donât want to believe it, but looking at your eyesâŚthey do look awful red.â
âIâve been up late with Luna.  Sheâs not been sleeping that great, and I canât leave it all onâŚâ
Hector nodded, as if he believed him, but Frankie had a feeling he didnât. Â Heâd give real money to know exactly what the fuck had been said. âTurn out your pockets, Frankie.â
You jackass. Â Â He attacked himself. Â Did you really think they just accidentally left that much coke behind? You fucking jackass. Â âI found some shit they left behind, but you gotta believe me, Hector, I am clean. Â Iâve been clean for a couple years now.â
âJust show me your pockets, son, then we can just leave this behind.â
He took the coke out. âI told you, I found it on the plane.â
Hector shook his head, and started to walk away. Â
âLook, Iâll take a test.â He jogged a little, caught the other manâs arm. Â âSeriously. You can watch to make sure Iâm not cheating. Â Youâll see. Iâm clean. Â Iâll take a drug test right now.â
âYou just happened to find a baggy of coke? Â That the passengers happened to leave behind? Â And why would they accuse you, if itâs not true?â
Frankie dropped his hand. I guess you wouldnât believe me if I said some asshole thought I was flirting with his girl and thought heâd get back at meâŚhell, Iâm not sure I believe it.
âIâll be reporting you. Theyâll suspend you.  Maybe they will go easy on you, you being a Vet and this being your first offenseâŚbut you need to clean out your locker.  Iâll write a check for what we owe you.â
âIâŚI need this job.â He could hear an edge of pleading in his voice, and he hated it, but heâd go down on his fucking knees and beg if he had to.
Hectorâs eyes hardened. âAnd I donât need to send a druggie up in one of my planes.â
**
Frankie took the back roads home. Â There was an old farm gate, a place where he could pull off the road and stare, blindly, at overgrown fields. Â
âWhat am I gonna do?â He whispered, over and over, like a mantra. Â âWhat am I gonna fucking do?â Â His hands clutched the steering wheel, knuckles white. Â He could barely breathe, and when the words wouldnât come he just sat there, panting, beating his head against the steering when and wondering how heâd survive this.
When his breathing steadied, he got back on the road, and went home. Â It was the only thing he could do.
You knew something was wrong, he could see it, but he wasnât being exactly subtle, pressing his spine against the doorframe like he was ready to run.
âHey baby,â you say, and he smiles a little. Â Tries, anyway.
âWhereâs Luna?â Â Heâs surprised how hoarse his voice is. Â He shouldnât be. Â Heâd been in some bad situations, but heâd never felt this a drift, this terrified.
âLaying down.â Â You say it sweetly, like everything is OK. Â Youâre cooking bread in the over, somethingâs in the crock pot and everything smells like home and like everything left to lose.
You lean against the sink. If you reached out, you could almost touch him, but you donât. Â Thereâs a look in your eyes, like Frankie is a wild animal, easily spooked and so youâre going to move slow and careful.
âI lost my job.â Â He says it so quietly heâs not sure you heard, until your shoulders drop a little. Â
âOh, honey, what happened?â No recrimination. Â Not yet. Â You take a step closer to him.
So he tells you. Â He doesnât lie, just lays it all out there. Â Not looking at you, not daring to, instead staring at the refrigerator door and all the magnets and photos and clutter. Â But seeing them, either.
âHe didnât believe you?â You practically shriek it out.  âWhat the fuckâŚyouâve been an awesome employee for what?  A year and a half now  and he wouldnât even let you take a damned test to let you prove yourself? Seriously?  Iâm going to kick his assâŚâ
The baby monitor interrupts her, Luna making fitful little noises. Â After all, the house was not that big. Â You hold a finger up to Frankie. Â âHold that thought.â Â You leave the kitchen, shaking your head, and Frankie stands there, feeling like heâs on the edge of the precipice. Â
âAh, Luna, baby, whatâs wrong?â Â He can hear you, a much gentler, sweeter voice echoing out of the monitor. Â He stands over it, hands clutching the counter on either side of it, listening. Â You are both everything to him. Â Everything.
He listens to you say nonsense as you change the little baby, to you muttering about how such a tiny, adorable thing can smell so bad. Â âYou must get it from your daddy,â Â you say a little louder, as if you know Frankie is there, listening, and he grins a little.
He doesnât move, when you come back out into the kitchen, when you wrap your arms around him. Â You hug him tight and he starts to feel a little less adrift. Â
He turns, looks down into your eyes. Â âYou believe me?â Â Puts his arms around you carefully, like heâs still not sure of his reception, because he still doesnât feel like he deserves this, the right to touch you. Â
You reach up and cradle his cheek. Â âAlways, mi vida. Â Always.â And he starts shaking, and he starts crying and he buries his face in your neck so you canât see, and you toss aside the ball cap so you can stroke his hair. Â âItâs going to be alright, honey. Â Weâll figure it out. Â Its going to be alright.â
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Halloween with the Akatsuki
Konan
Dress-up isnât really for her, and neither is going out to join in any festivities. She prefers to go the homemade treats and scary movie route, staying either by herself or with her fellow Akatsuki members who think the same way. Sheâs the one who will decorate the house (often with Tobiâs help) with orange and purple lights, hanging ghosts and witches, and an entirely too-real-looking scarecrow. Might decide to wear some spooky-printed pajamas and/or a matching robe. Also makes herself of use to anyone whoâs dressing up and needs help applying face paint or makeup. She also stays up the latest to ensure that those who do go out make it home safe and sound, although she doesnât tell anyone that this is why sheâs still awake.
Deidara and Hidan:
Normally these two donât get along (to put it mildly) and avoid each other like the plague. However, on Halloween, itâs a different story. These two are the youngest in the Akatsuki and therefore much more into the âholiday spiritâ than the others. Theyâll help each other with costumes (Hidan figures that his normal getup/ritual black and white paint is scary enough, and Deidara will dress as a literal âbangâ; bright, flashy clothing ((definitely with a cape)) with small handmade explosives set to go off at regular intervals). Deidara will likely be made to take Tobi trick or treating during the early hours of the evening, and Hidan will tag along; not because he likes candy but because he figures the sugar will give him a needed boost of energy for the rest of the evening. Once Deidara finishes with Tobi, he and Hidan will set out for some greater fun. Haunted houses are their favorite; they can separate themselves from the crowd and hide within the exhibits, to scare the bejesus out of everyone else. Deidara can throw as many bombs as he wants ((and at point-blank range)), and Hidan can lure countless unsuspecting sacrifices people into the darkness; and the best part of it? Everyone thinks itâs just part of the show. Itâs only when the others realize that the âfake bloodâ and âfake dead bodiesâ arenât so fake that they decide to dip out. Likely to end the night sneaking Kakuzuâs sake from his room, getting completely shit-faced, eating ALL of Tobiâs candy (which heâll cry about to no end in the morning), then passing out face-down on the floor. Will have to be dragged to their own rooms by Sasori and Kakuzu, and in the morning Kakuzu will be as loud as humanly possible to punish the two hungover idiots for stealing his alcohol.
Tobi
A holiday whose sole purpose is to get as much free candy as possible? Sign. Him. The FUCK. Up. He doesnât really bother with much of a costume (after all heâs already wearing a mask that greatly resembles a lollipop) but might adorn it with a set of cat ears and tail. Heâll beg his senpai to take him trick or treating (which will be refused at first because âYouâre a grown man for fuckâs sake, hm!â, but then Pein and Konan will use some âgentle persuasionâ on the blonde until Tobiâs wish is granted). Heâs thorough with it; heâs had Zetsu infiltrate houses for weeks beforehand to find out who has what candy, so he knows the best route to take. When heâs done (or rather when Deidaraâs patience has run out) heâll go back to the hideout and start eating his hard-earned treats. But not too much; because Konan is also making pumpkin and ghost shaped cookies and green-dyed hot chocolate. Will end the night watching scary movies (during which heâll hide behind a pillow) with Konan and Kakuzu (Kakuzu insists the movies are boring but for some reason he has yet to leave the room). Sometimes accidentally slips into Obito voice when talking about how much he âgetsâ Michael Myers. 9/10 will fall asleep and be covered with a blanket to stay on the couch. Also 9/10 will wake up to find his candy gone because of senpai and the jerk Hidan, and will sob about it until Deidara caves and goes out and buys him several bagfuls of (now conveniently discounted) Halloween candy.
Kakuzu
Likes to answer the door for trick or treaters, but instead of candy heâll give out what he feels is âmore helpfulâ. Like, pamphlets on how to start a 401k, or advice on what stocks are a good investment, or tips how to save the most when shopping at the grocery store. Most children are unappreciative of the old grouchâs âtreatsâ, however, and the Akatsuki house always ends up heavily egged and TPâd. But hey ... that means free eggs ((the ones that arenât too damaged, anyway)) and free toilet paper: win-win. When not answering the door, he joins some of the others in their âscaryâ movie fest. Not because he thinks the flicks are in anyway scary ((to him they seem more like comedies)) but he likes to analyze the actions of the main characters to see how and where they went wrong; good practice for future missions.
Pein
Thinks the âholidayâ is utterly pointless, but gives his blessing for the others to indulge in in however they see fit.
Zetsu
This is the night of the year that Zetsu brings in the most revenue to the Akatsuki. He scopes out what places are having costume contests with cash prizes, and he enters, and literally always wins first place. Nobody can figure out how he âmadeâ a costume so wonderfully realistic, with the unique dual skin-tone and the lush foliage. This is also a good time for him to indulge in sweet treats ... and NOT the candy kind. Lots of dumb teenagers like to wander out to the woods and have Halloween parties; their exuberance and intoxication lets them see Zetsu as just another guy with an awesome get-up. Getting one or two or ten of them away from the group is childâs play, and devouring them? Easier than taking candy from a Tobi. Sometimes will take a severed hand or foot and enter ANOTHER contest as a carnivorous Venus fly trap.
Itachi and Kisame
Neither of these two like to go out, so they spend time at the house together. Kisame goes out the day before and raids a pumpkin patch, and the two spend a good part of Halloween evening expressing their âartisticâ sides on different jack-o-lanterns ((which will be mercilessly criticized by Deidara)). Kisameâs masterpiece is Samehada at his strongest and Itachiâs is the portrait of who he SAYS is himself as a younger man ((but is clearly that little brother of his)). Kisame is not a fan of candy, but Itachi is, so Tobi will bring him a large handful of his own to share. They will abandon their customary tea and biscuits for warm apple cider and whatever confectionary delight Konan is making. Might also join the others for scary movies at some point. Most Halloweenâs end up with Deidara and Hidan coming back to the house very late, drinking too much, and falling asleep. This might be the ONLY time Itachi ever initiates an act of aggression against them, as he takes advantage of their out-of-it states to put each of their hands in a cup of warm water ((a trick he learned from Hidan himself)) and letting nature (and overfilled bladders) take its course. Kisame sees him doing this and laughs himself sick; it always amuses him when he sees his partner drop his ultra-serious nature and let loose like a normal young person.
Sasori
Itâs always been said of Halloween for sweet-consumers to be aware of what theyâre eating, as many unscrupulous people out there can hide poison in the candy. Sasori is that person who parents warn their kids about. However, Sasori doesnât direct his malice towards children; rather, adults. He concocts a variety of poisons, sleeping agents and other horrors, laces candy or apples with it, and has his secret subordinates in other villages pass them out to pre-selected individuals ((usually people that the redhead has some sort of grudge against)). Sasori keeps careful track of his lab rats by sending small, drone-like puppets out to observe them, and record their reactions from time of consumption to whatever end comes for them. This research greatly helps him in terms of future poison preparations. If particularly bored, heâll dress up some of his larger puppets in terrifying attire, and send them out in the darkness to stalk and frighten the life out of young trick-or-treaters. Heâs likely to join some of the others who watch movies, or, if heâs in time to catch Deidara after the blonde passes out from his night of fun, heâll take a marker and write âArt is Eternalâ across his face ... in multiple languages.
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Die Like the Butterfly Shoot With Their Guns.
| {Jasonette July 2021, Week 2, Day 7: Guns} |
Chapter 1 of Sheltered by Darkness not yet Moths to the Flame.
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| Sometimes a family can be a gang comprised of eleven vigilantes, and their AI robot, fighting against the father of one of their own. |
| Or alternatively: after falling through the cracks, they do what they must to survive. And if that means committing crimes in order to bring down the Big Butterfly and all the other corrupt businesses in the city, then so be it. |
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| Tonight's the night. Half of them will strike one of the Big Butterfly's warehouses that just so happens to contain some fancy new gun tech. Besides, it'll be in better hands with them than the Big Butterfly or his associates. Now all that matters, is that nothing goes wrong! |
| Word Count: 3,322. |
| Warnings/Tags: Cyberpunk/Criminal/Gang Au, Explicit Language/Swearing, Hacking, Breaking and Entering, Theft, Mentions of Bombs and Guns, Mentions of corrupt/shady businesses, Fluff, Gang/Team as family/family dynamics, Found Family. |
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| A/N: It is Cyberpunk Au time! This is a twoshot, so have a looksy to see if you can find all the snippets of foreshadowing I've set! Also this is mostly Action/Fluff but beware of the warnings regardless. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! |
| Also side note, Donât Like? Donât Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |
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Rain patters against the concrete, sound mixing with the low hum and high buzz of electricity. The ground is slick with murky puddles that never seem to clean the pavement. Still just as filthy as before, permanently dyed with dried bloodstains, mud stains, electric scorch marks, and far worse. The air is heavy with the smell of cigarette smoke, ozone, and that ever underlying decay that clings to the city.
It's darkâdead of nightâbut the streets are awash with flickering neon lights. There are a few others haunting the street though most of them are sticking to the areas of light, avoiding the shadows.
Which is where Marinette, also known as the ruthless gang leader FantĂ´minou, is lurking.
JasonâRed Hood, her co-leaderâsnarls as he drops down onto the shadowed fire escape beside her. âWe've got a rat. Someone's tipped off the big Butterfly and security has been increased around the perimeter. Most likely interior security increased too.â
FantĂ´minou flexes her glowing clawed gauntlets, âI suppose we should check in with our local pied piper, before we strike, hmm?â
There's a bzzt in her earpiece as the channel is hijacked by the familiar voice of their gang's hacker, Max aka Raijack. âI wouldn't worry about that if I were you, our pied piper has already been contacted. Whoever they were, they didn't reveal which location we were targeting, so it's just a general security increase.â
She hums. âRaijack, link us up with the rest of the strike force.â
âGot it, 'Minou.â He responds, and not a split second later, the earpiece makes another bzzt and there's the faint ping of the rest of the channel being alerted at someone joining.
âLook, I think you could totally pull off theâoh, who just joined the channel?â Adrien, Cheval Mallet, asks in surprise.
âJust me and our anthill tiger.â Red Hood announces, snorting at the glare FantĂ´minou sends him.
Silence echoes across the line before a scrabble of hushed but excited voices causes a ruckus.
FantĂ´minou sighs, âI know we're all excited to hit the big Butterfly hard by stealing some of their new fancy gun tech. But let's leave the yelling for when we inevitably set off the alarms!â
âHey!â Raijack protests. âI'll have you know I have produced a new virus that has a ninety-eight per cent chance of not setting off any alarms!â
Red Hood rolls his eyes. âYeah, yeah, but you've still not worked out how to get your viruses to deactivate the bombs in the crates yet, huh?â
âI will one day, until then it's your job to stop the bombs from triggering the rest of the alarms!â Raijack counters with a huff.
FantĂ´minou sighs again, this time with an added sprinkling of are-you-kidding-me. âRed Hood, Raijack. I can and will kick your asses if you do not shut up so we can discuss final prep before we begin the pesticide protocol.â
Bumping shoulders with her, Red Hood snorts again. âI've got nothing against being beat up by someone as pretty and buff as you Minou, you know that!â
âOh, I think we can all agree to wanting to get crushed by Minou's guns.â Cheval Mallet pipes up once more.
FantĂ´minou sighs very wearily. âNevermind, are you all ready?â
Red Hood salutes at her, and despite his mouth being covered, it's easily telling that he's grinning cockily underneath. âI'm ready. My guns are ready, and I've got the bomb defusal kit at the ready.â
âI may be holding my horses but I'm saddled to giddy-up on the go!â Cheval Mallet cheerfully announces.
âThis has to be one of your worst attempts at horse puns yet.â Raijack comments, âotherwise, I'm in position and ready to hack on your call, Minou.â
Red Hood exchanges a glance with FantĂ´minou as silence falls over the earpiece channel. âHold up, where's Arsenal? Shouldn't he have checked in by now?â
Taking his hand gently, FantĂ´minou gives it a reassuring squeeze.
âHe already did but because you two had your issues getting into position and avoiding the unexpected police patrol, Arsenal had to deal with another issue that popped up which would've threatened our plan,â Raijack informs, sounding nonplussed.
âWell, you don't sound concerned.â FantĂ´minou points out the obvious. âHas he got back up?â
There's the faint tapping of a keyboard through the earpiece channel before Raijack responds, âChèvrapide is on her way to back him up, don't worry.â
âThen that's everyone accounted for. Let's rock and roll.â Red Hood orders, dropping from the fire escape and landing in the rain-slick alleyway with ease, conveniently right beside the hoverbike they had stashed here.
FantĂ´minou hops down after him, except she manages to flip and expertly land in the driver's seat. âI'm driving Jay, you're the one with the guns after all,â she all but states, putting one gauntleted hand up and flexing just to hammer in the point, âI'm close range only right now and you know it.â
Red Hood throws his hands up in mock surrender. âHey! I'd never complain about getting to watch you drive this beauty of a hoverbike.â
FantĂ´minou snorts. âJust get on, pretty bird!â
âWell, if you say so, pretty kitty!â Red Hood teases back, vaulting onto the back of the bike behind her. He wraps an arm around her waist and rests the other hand on his sheathed-for-now gun.
She revs the engine of the hoverbike and steers out of the alleyway with practised ease. There's no directions on the hoverbike's holoscreen, but it's not like they need anyâthe directions to where they need to be outside the warehouse have already been memorised by each and every one of them.â
Down the left street, take the right at the T junction, pass under the flyover street, then take a further two lefts and then straight on until the block of office buildings forming a protective extra layer between the warehouse electric razor wire tipped fencing and the road. Easy.
âAll networks in the office buildings have temporarily shut down. As far as the tech will be concerned, it'll look like the networks just decided to not work today.â Raijack announces through the earpiece channel, voice coming through slightly more robotic than usual.
âSo no security cams?â FantĂ´minou checks cautiously, circling like a hawk around the small stretch of street between her and the office building she and Jason will be entering through. The rain has slowed to a drizzle but that doesn't make the circling in it any less mildly uncomfortable, at least inside it'll be dry.
There's the familiar clack of keys once more. âNot quite, they're a little harder to crack than entering in through the backdoor via someone's unprotected webcam in the office. Thank you, Shodan.â Raijack pauses, keys continuing to clack in the background. âUnfortunately, the Big Butterfly's got tech security smart enough to keep the security system on a closed network so I can't hop from webcam to computer to network to cams. However, they didn't account for Markov, suckers!â
Red Hood snorts. âIsn't Markov a little obvious for this kinda mission?â
âOh, did I forget to tell you?â Raijack says, in a voice that very clearly conveys he didn't forget so much as purposefully neglected to mention, âI recently upgraded Markov, outfitting him with the currently most highly advanced cloaking system. Thanks to some help from FantĂ´minou's knowledge of cloaking and camouflage fashion.â
Red Hood leans his head onto FantĂ´minou's shoulder. âI'm hurt, you knew and didn't tell me? I want cloaking guns! Think of how much cooler I'd look with them!â
FantĂ´minou merely hums in an unamused response. âRaijack wanted it to be a surprise.â
He huffs. âI see who your favourite person in our gang is then!â
âYou're right! It's me!â Cheval Mallet cheers, jumping into the conversation.
âFucking 'ell!â Red Hood curses under his breath. âI thought you were gonna mute whilst getting in position.â
Cheval Mallet's laugh cuts in and out across the earpiece channel. âAnd when did I hay that!â
âHacker voice, I'm in!â Raijack interrupts. âLooks like the security system was perfectly untouched by whatever minor error caused the main networks to crash, how lucky. Which is to say, looping is in process, and we now have free entry.â
âGot us a place to park yet, though?â Red Hood asks.
Raijack doesn't immediately respond, but the sound of the garage door connected to the office building opening, is answer enough. âI might.â
FantĂ´minou snorts. âThanks, Raijack. Hood and I need to split here right, just until we get past the fencing right?â
âThat's right.â Raijack responds, âgood luck, and Markov and I will see you all on the other side.â
âBreak a leg, or three!â Red Hood calls over the earpiece. âPreferably some else's though!â
FantĂ´minou pulls the hoverbike into the garage, keeping her gaze ahead. âIf I could elbow you without fucking up my parking, I would.â
Red Hood cackles quietly in response, trying to at least keep to the stealth part of the mission plan.
In the blink of an eye, the hoverbike is securely parked. Perfectly hidden in plain sight but easily accessible for a quick and clean getaway should nothing go wrong. And well, if something were to go wrong, there's not going to be any hoverbike left for evidence. Though, that's not to say a small part of FantĂ´minou's brain doesn't anxiously hate how they're practically sitting on top of bombs ready to blow up at the slightest hint of things going wrong. However, they've been through enough strikes like this for the concern to be mostly easily ignored.
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With the hoverbike parked, FantĂ´minou and Red Hood part ways.
FantĂ´minou heads up through the internal stairwell connected to the garage, whilst Red Hood takes one of the external doors leading to the office building next door.
The stairwell is like any other maintenance stairwell. Grey concrete walls, metal railings and steps. Even FantĂ´minou's light footsteps clang loudly against the ridged metal stairs. It's cold, just as cold as the garage was and barely warmer than it is outside in the rain. The air is stuffy but at least the respirator hidden beneath the bandana wrapped around her mouth makes it bearable to breathe. Other than the aforementioned clanging of steps, and her breathing, FantĂ´minou is alone with the ominous silence of a liminal space.
The stairs stretch on upwards for what seems far longer than it should, but eventually, FantĂ´minou reaches the final steps to the roof entrance door.
The door is unlocked, and so FantĂ´minou opens it as quietly as possible. She walks out into the rain once more and scrunches up her nose. A quick glance of the roof yields no immediate signs of danger or anything of note, so she continues to the edge of the roof.
FantĂ´minou rests one foot on the lip of the roof and flexes her gauntlets, lights switching off for stealth. Carefully, she turns around and crouches on the lip, gauntlets gripping the edge and toes of her boots braced against the wall. Bit by bit she descends, gauntlets making it more than easy to stay attached to the wall.
Two-thirds of the way down, FantĂ´minou climbs onto a window sill. The fence is only a metre below, with a further four-metre drop. No security drones in sight, yetâbut no alarms have been triggered yet either.
A shadow drops down the building and over the fence on the other side of the compound. Not a second later is the double buzz of the earpiece signalling that someone is in position.
FantĂ´minou smirks beneath her face coverings, not one to be so quickly outdone she leaps forwards in a diveâspinning midair as she begins to plummet. Clearing the razor wire fence with room to spare.
She hits the ground in another diving roll, and immediately uses the momentum to throw herself up and run towards the nearest warehouse building. As soon as she reaches the wall, she double-taps her earpiece to send the double buzz signal to others.
A moment later comes the third double buzz, soon followed by the fourth and final signal.
âMarkov is covering our air support.â Raijack's voice clips across the earpiece channel, âFantĂ´minou, you and Red Hood are on opposite ends of the same warehouse. I've unlocked the doors for you. You know the drill.â
âThank you, Raijack. Entering now.â FantĂ´minou responds, she slinks over to the warehouse doors and cautiously pries open the now unlocked door.
FantĂ´minou heads straight for the terminal, and knows Red Hood is doing the same. Slipping Raijack's new and improved virus into one of the terminal's ports. Seconds pass.
âInterface secured,â Raijack informs.
Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Red Hood prowling over to her. She nods to him and taps into the terminal with her gauntlet.
Red Hood readies his bomb defusal kit as she instructs the internal warehouse drones into delivering the goods to them.
The drone, blinking yellowâa sure sign of Raijack's virus in effectâhovers over and drops a large black cased crate before them.
As soon as the claws of the drone release the crate, Red Hood is immediately on it, pulling it open and weeding out the bomb.
They wait with bated breath. Red Hood tinkers away. The earpiece channel is silent as the team focuses.
He hisses through his teeth, and FantĂ´minou tensesâready to grab him and run, in the worst caseâbut he only packs the kit back away and sighs in relief.
He taps the earpiece thriceâsignalling success.
Raijack and Cheval Mallet don't respond, so FantĂ´minou and Red Hood stuff their haul into FantĂ´minou's Miraculous, for ease of transport, and begin making their way towards the warehouse the other two were hitting.
By the time they reach the nearest warehouse doors, the earpiece triple buzzes. Success, again.
They pause only to exchange a nod between the two before continuing to meet up with Cheval Mallet and Raijackâno rendezvous needed this time so far.
It takes forty seconds to cross halfway to the other warehouse, where they meet the other two along with Markov in the middle.
Cheval Mallet waves a hand and the five of them skulk over to a small shed off the side of another warehouse. He raises his horseshoe weapon and calls out, âBon Voyage!â
The portal forms and Markov flies through first. The remaining four exchange glances then bolt forwards, racing to see who can get through first.
The blue light blinds them all for a second, despite how used to the power they are.
âMission success!â FantĂ´minou cheers breathlessly once the blue fades, throwing her hands up in celebration.
âWOOH!â Cheval Mallet yells, jumping up and punching the air.
Red Hood snorts, âbut more importantly I so won!â
Raijack hums, âlet's see what Markov has to say about that.â
Markov makes a series of boops and beeps, yellow LEDs flickering. âRed Hood is correct, he won the portal race.â
âYES!â Red Hood crows.
âOh come on!â Raijack grumbles.
Footsteps and clapping approaches. âWell done,â FĂŠlix praises, âbut perhaps leave the celebration until after you've all gotten into jammies.â
Cheval Mallet giggles, âFlicks, I can't believe you can somehow still sound pretentious whilst saying something as childish sounding as "jammies"!â
FĂŠlix raises an eyebrow, âyou say this every time I call pyjamas that. Now come on, I've ordered pizza and Roy, Alix, Luka, Artemis, Kori, and Bizarro are already waiting for you lot, in the lounge, so we can get the party started.â He turns on his heel and walks out of the utility-changing room.
Markov, as the only one not needing to change, shows the tongue-sticking-out emoji on his LED screen and zooms after FĂŠlix.
Jason, Marinette, Adrien, and Max all start changing out of their gear as quickly as possible.
âOh no!â Adrien gasps, half undressed, suddenly remembering something. âWe forgot to take the motorbikes back!â
Marinette groans, âI knew I was forgetting something!"
Facepalming, Jason sighs. âWe were all too caught up in everything going well for once.â
Max snorts. âOh don't worry! I anticipated this, all it took was a little hacking into our hoverbikes and now they're on autopilot to one of our empty storage bases.â
âOh. Well, that's good then.â Adrien says, looking a little embarrassed.
âYeah⌠anyway come on, we don't want to keep your cousin and the others waiting any longer! They'll eat all the pizza!â Marinette exclaims.
They all finish changing into loungewear and pyjamas just as music starts to play from the lounge and so frantically, they all dash towards it, trying to shove each other out of the way and laughing playfully as they do so.
They've won a battle, they've successfully gotten in and out with a good haul of gun tech. No alarms tripped, nothing went wrong. Hoverbikes undamaged and on the route home. For once, everything went smoothly. And that, is cause for an evening of celebration.
Leaving the worries of the rat for tomorrow.
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In a dark observatory with a closed butterfly window, a folder is tossed across a desk.
Papillon glances down at the folder with indifference. He rests his elbows on the expensive polished wood and steeples his fingers. âYou said you had acquired information that you believe will interest me?â
The man in a black suit sitting opposite Papillon, smiles patiently. âMy informant went through quite the lengths to acquire this. Why not take a look inside.â
Papillon purses his lips, âthis better not be a waste of my precious time, Lex.â
Lex Luthor raises an eyebrow in amusement. âI assure you, Gabriel, you will find what is inside most interesting.â
There's a moment's pause as Gabriel waits. Nothing happens. He nods and then opens the folder. He spreads the papers inside in arc across the desk. In the middle of the papers, is the photo of a smiling teenage girl with bright blue eyes, and blue-dyed hair. âMarinette Dupain-Cheng?â He reads out, lips curling into a contemplative frown.
âPoor little girl,â Lex croons mockingly, âmissingâpresumed deadâafter her parents' bakery was destroyed in an Akuma attack. Her name should be familiar to you though, won your one-day derby hat competition at her school.â
Gabriel's fingers still mid-steeple, and he moves one hand up to his chin in thought. âAh yes, I remember that designer. The one with the feather derby whose design was stolen and copied. That signature embroidery was impressive work.â He recounts.
Lex grins, âyes, however most distressingly, it would seem this up and coming star of a designer has lost her glow.â
âHow so?â Gabriel responds, furrowing his brows.
âWell you see, my informant has found⌠evidence, that our poor little designer here fell through the cracks into the shadows after the loss of her parents and bakery. It's rather obvious that the larvae have taken her as their own, some of their masks and clothes fit perfectly with what we know of her unique incorporation of her signature, as well as stitch work.â Lex explains, waving a hand towards the rest of the photographs and documents spread from the folder.
Gabriel frowns and eyes a few of the other papers with interest. âI see, that is most unfortunate.â
âBut.â Lex cuts in before Gabriel can say anything more. âI'm well aware you're plenty familiar with fixing larvae with damaged wings and frayed wires. As such, a strange little cold case brimming with potential for your program, would do quite nicely for your collection, wouldn't you say?â Lex insinuates, rising from his seat as he continues, ârescue the poor larvae, craft it a chrysalis, and nurture the Pupa into something radiant. Not unlike what you did with the Macrothylacia Rubi, and your replacement wife.â With that, Lex smiles smugly down at Gabriel and then strides out of the observatory, not giving Gabriel a chance to respond.
And leaving Papillon to the folder and his musings.
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| Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little fic! Comments, likes, and reblogs are much appreciated! |
| Behind the Names: FantĂ´minou is a portmanteau of FantĂ´me (Ghost/Phantom) and Minou (Kitty). And she's called that because I thought the Black Footed cat fit her, and they're nicknamed Anthill Tigers. They also have the highest successful hunting rate! |
| Raijack is a portmanteau of Raiju (lightning dragon) and jack plug (the connect-y bit on headphones into a phone for example) but is also a play on the word Hijack. |
| Cheval Mallet is an evil horse spirit that offers rides to weary travellers and kidnaps them. Yes, there is a reason behind this. It's covered in Chap 2 |
| Chèvrapide is a portmanteau of Chèvre (Goat) and Rapide (Fast). |
| Also feel free to send me any comments with any questions you have regarding this fic, Iâll be more than happy to answer! |
| @jasonette-july-event |
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Home Bound (Part 3)
Summary: Dean has finally moved out with Sam to Lawrence and is beginning to move on for himself when a chance coincidence changes everything for him...
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Pairing: Dean x reader
Word Count: 2,100ish
Warnings: language, angst, injury, mention of character death, mourning, supernatural events
A/N: Written entirely in Deanâs POV. Enjoy the final part!
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Two Months Later
âHey,â I said, popping into the kitchen in Lawrence to see Sam and Eileen both eating greasy breakfasts. âHangover?â
Eileen nodded and squeezed her eyes shut, Sam giving me a careful look. Weâd only moved out the week before and he was still watching my every move carefully.Â
âA bit. We got plenty of bacon left over,â said Sam.
âNah. Iâm gonna run into town and get some coffee, see if I can find out if any garages or construction crews are hiring,â I said.
âReally?â
âYeah. I shouldnât be gone more than a few hours. Want me to pick up anything?â I asked. They shook their heads and I grabbed my keys from the front table. Sam stood up as I put on my jacket and I watched him from down the hall. âYeah?â
âThereâs a garage over on Henderson. Small place. They got an opening,â he said.
âIâll check it out,â I said. âIâll be back by lunch.â
Ten minutes later I was parked on a side street and walking along main, hands in my black winter coat Samson had shipped back to me. Sammy had been right on that front. Back when the leviathans were trouncing around with our faces on, his parents had shown him that was the Winchester boy apparently. He said his sister was doing good and he was planning to come out soon to get to know her again. They talked most days and she was staying with her parents, not too terribly far away. He had a sneaking suspicion that sheâd snapped and killed the man that took her but the evidence pointed to a home intruder that had hit her on the head and thatâs what was causing the memory loss.Â
I told him Iâd look into it if he wanted but at the moment he was simply happy to have her safe again. And that I was keeping the coat.Â
At least Iâd convinced him to let me buy him a drink when he did come out for a visit.
I tugged up my collar as a light snow filtered down on the March day and spotted the coffee shop that apparently had the best pie in town. God, I hadnât had pie in months and I was so looking forward to bringing some home.
It was around nine so the morning rush was gone when I stepped inside, the little bell going off. A few people were eating pastries and sipping on drinks at the tables but there was no line and I walked right up to the counter, taking a look to find something called cinnamon death pie on the menu. Well that was definitely on the list.
âWhat can I get you?â asked the girl in the baseball cap, her back to me as she wiped up some spilled coffee from the back counter. The voice sounded so familiar and I stared at her, looking her over. She stood and turned around with a smile, my eyes wide. âCoffee? Baked good? Itâs all fresh.â
âY/N?â I said and she smiled again.
âThatâs what my name tag says. Wow, you are really attractive,â she said. I kept staring and she shook her head. âIâm sorry, that was...what can I get you?â
âDean. Itâs Dean,â I said. She grabbed an empty cup and jotted down my name at the top, glancing at me. She looked happy and warm and she had no idea who I was. âUm. Black coffee. Iâll take a blueberry and cinnamon death pie to go too.â
âFull pies each?â she asked, marking off the cup.
âYeah,â I said with a thick swallow.
âThe death pie is the bomb. Itâs so good on cold wet days like today,â she said. She put in the order and I watched her get my coffee together. Someone brought out two boxed pies in a bag and set it on the front counter. She brought back the coffee and hummed. âAlright. Thatâll be fifteen dollars even.â
âThanks,â I said, handing out the money. I stuffed a fifty in the tip jar and her jaw practically dropped.
âSir, thatâs too much.â
âTake it. Go to school. Buy a house. Go on vacation. Just...be happy,â I said. I grabbed my things and left, ducking out the front door. I skirted around to the alley and leaned against the brick. âFuck.â
âDean,â she said. She was standing there in her waist apron and a t shirt, getting soaked and goosebumps covering her arms.Â
âJust take the tip,â I said, trying to head down the alley when she caught up and grabbed my arm.
âBefore...I thought you knew who I was. You know, the Whiltiston girl that was kidnapped,â she said.Â
âWhat?â I said.
âI know. But...you ever just meet someone and you just have a connection? Some part of you just knows thatâs the one? I know I sound nuts but the way you looked at me back there...maybe you understand what I mean,â she said.
Shit. Fucking shit. Exactly what I wanted was right in front me. When Iâd finally, finally, just started to have a glimmer of not feeling like crap all the time. My first day out and of course sheâs there all happy with a real family and having no idea all the horrible things sheâd been through. Iâd have to push her away and fast.
âLady. Youâre nuts,â I said. She frowned and bit the inside of her cheek like she did when she was upset and didnât want anyone to know.
âI know it sounds crazy but you sounded like you knew me or something. I donât know. I just want to talk to you for five minutes. Please. I donât remember a lot of stuff so well. I do but thereâs all these gaps. Itâs like I know you. I donât but I do. Do you understand?â
Her shirt was soaked through now and she was shaking a bit. Iâd have to be mean if I wanted her gone, wanted her to forget the fuck about me.
âNo,â I said, stepping up and getting right in her face. âI think youâre crazy. I donât blame you for whatever it was that you went through but thatâs not how the real world is. Youâre delusional and you need serious help.â
Her eyes watered a bit and she swallowed.
âI am not crazy. I have head trauma but I am sane. I donât even show signs of PTSD thatâs how little I remember of whatever was done to me. Youâre just a cruel person who wants everyone else to be as miserable as you are.â
âFuck you,â I said. She glared at me and I knew Iâd made a mistake. She was still upset but now she was pissed and for Y/N that meant no backing down. âListen. I-â
She grabbed my collar and kissed me. Hard. After a split second it softened and she moved away, staring at me. I blinked and then she was pounding her fist against my chest.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you! You were just gonna leave me here!â she said, hitting me a few times before she was kissing me again. She slid her hand down and rested her head against me, taking deep breaths. âDean Winchester I could kick your ass right now.â
âYou remember?â I asked. She nodded and looked at me. I squeezed her way too tight, hearing the gasp of air escape her as I picked her up. I set her down after a moment, shaking my head at her.
âHowâŚâ I said and she smiled.
âYou know my evil parents? Apparently the witch that gave them those powers or taught them at least...she put a little curse on them. If they used their powers to harm a child and that child died before them, theyâd die not too long after. A few months was all. When my old piece of shit father croaked, I came back very confused. We know that witch, De. Red head. Queen of Hell. We might be friends with her and she always was leery of people hurting kids I guess so Ro had my back I guess. I think she did magic so I wouldnât say anything on accident to the cops.â
âSo youâre okay?â I asked.
âOh, Iâm livid with you for nearly walking away from me but Iâll get over it,â she said. She shivered and I set the bag and coffee down on the ground, taking off my jacket and tugging it over her. âI like your coat.â
âYour brother gave it to me.â
âYou know Sunny?â you asked. I cocked my head and she smiled. âSamson? We call him Sunny cause son.â
âYeah. He picked me up when I woke up in the middle of Colorado. We never did quite figure out why I came back or why there.â
âItâs not a coincidence my brother was the one who happened to find you,â she said.
âNo, I donât think so either.â
âWhen did you come back?â
âJanuary 8th, about midnight. I had a dislocated shoulder.â
âI dislocated my shoulder that night. I slipped on some ice when I was coming home from a late dinner with my parents. You know it took the fake dad two months to die after I had. January 8th was two months exactly after I came back.â
âYou think I came back because you did?â
âI donât know. Apparently I can still tell youâre my person even with no memories. Itâs sounding more likely. We can always ask Rowenna.â
âYes, dearie,â she said, suddenly beside us both. Y/N jumped into my side and I wrapped my arms around her. âSorry. If Iâd known...Iâm a different witch now. Youâre both fine. You could have called though Winchester and I would have cleared this up. Also, that smells delicious and Iâm taking it.â
She bent down and took the pies before disappearing, Y/N starting to giggle.
âShe took my pie!â I said.
âShe did kind of bring us both back,â said Y/N. âCome on. Iâll get you some more.â
She grabbed my hand and walked me back inside, ducking behind the counter in the back. Ten minutes later she walked out with three pie boxes, her coat on and mine tucked under her arm.
âI told them Iâm not feeling well,â she said, handing me the coat. I put it on and took the bag in one hand, using the other to take her hand. We walked down the street aways until we got back to Baby and she slid in the passenger seat. âThereâs forks in the bag too.â
âCome here,â I said as I sat down behind the wheel, setting the bag in the back for the moment. I moved over and pulled her into my lap, brushing off a bit of melting snow from her cheek. âDonât go away again.â
âYou were ready to walk away not ten minutes ago.â
âBecause I thought youâd be better off not knowing about everything youâd been through,â I said. She smiled, that soft little smile that always made me feel better.
âSome parts were bad. But it wasnât all terrible. Some parts were really, really good,â she said. She kissed my cheek and bumped her nose to mine. âIâll take it all if it means I get to love you again. I donât want to ever forget that I love you, Dean.â
âMe either,â I said, holding onto her tight. âI donât know what weâre gonna do now but youâre not going anywhere.â
âGood,â she said. She was quiet, tucking her face in my neck and I smiled for the first time in months. She was happy and safe and mine again. âWant to drive to the park and eat pie in the backseat like we used to on rainy days?â
âAbsolutely, sweetheart. That sounds like the best day ever. Iâm so happy you came home to me.â
âMe too, Dean. Me too.â
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Steve Rogers is a Klutzâ˘
Summary: Getting shot by mobsters and finding Captain America and Spiderman on a roof in the span of one week is weird.Â
Getting shot, meeting two Avengers, getting helped by one of those Avengers, and then meeting the rest of the gang?
"What is my life coming to?â
Pairing: Steve Rogers x cop!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, some blood, reader being stalked, mentions of gunfights, people falling off ladders. I think thatâs everything? Let me know if Iâve missed something!
Word Count: 6593
A/N: This is might make it on time. This is a smidge late. Iâm SOOOOO sorry, Anika! Please forgive me. Life is dumb.Â
Anyway! This is for @anika-annââs 500 Celebration! You rock, girl! My prompt was:Â
âSay something so we know youâre okay!â âOw.âÂ
It will be bolded in the story.
This is a hot mess but: Enjoy!! :D
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Why was he here again?
âOkay, so, thereâs been these guys that have, like, lasers and bombs and stuffââ
Oh, yeah.Â
Steve watched as Peter explained what the latest baddies had been up to in Queens. Judging by the amount of arm waving Peter was doing, he was explaining through interpretive dance. He was in fact, listening to Peter, but he was also keeping an eye on their surroundings. According to Peter, the baddies were supposed to hit a bank near here tonight.Â
âListen, kid, ya gotta analyze whatâs going on around you before you start to jump in. Otherwise youâre gonna missââÂ
âLike that door opening?â Peter said, pointing. Steve raised his shield and looked to the roof access door to see a woman step through it backward. She turned and stopped when she saw them. In all honesty, it wasnât hard to miss Captain America and Spiderman on an empty rooftop.
She blinked at them. She held two brown glass bottles in one hand, a book and bag of chips in her arms, and her phone was lighting her shocked face.Â
Steve lost most of the âchoose-your-fighterâ stance, lowered his shield, and extended a hand to show they meant no harm. Peter was muttering under his breath and looking from the woman to Steve.Â
âI didnât see anything. I didnât hear anything. And I donât smell anything either,â she said, removing an earbud, âImma sit right over there and enjoy the sunset.â She moved to a corner and set her things down. Steve noticed a wince as she stood straight and pulled a folding lawn chair from a crevice and set it up.Â
âWhat do you mean you donât smell anything?â Steve asked, finally finding his voice in this weird situation.Â
She sat down slowly, wincing, twisted the cap off a bottle and took a swig before she grinned at him. He expected alcohol, but the scent of sassafras hit his nose instead.
âHereâs a tip, Spidey,â she said, looking at Peter, âa little cologne goes a long way.â She popped a chip in her mouth and swung one foot at a time on the chair to get comfortable.Â
Steve looked to Peter who was...smelling his armpit? He hadnât even realized he was wearing an overabundance of cologne; the kid spent so much time at the Compound anymore it was justâ. Steve sighed. It was normal. Great. A supersoldier got so used to someone wearing so much fragrance he became nose-blind to it. But a civilian? Who just happened upon them one night? No problem.Â
âAlso, friendly tip: if youâre gonna keep your âsecret identityâ,â she said with a wide grin and exaggerated air-quotations, âa continuing secret, wear a different cologne when youâre in the suit.â Steve grabbed Peter by the shoulder and pushed him toward the far side of the roof.Â
âIf youâll excuse us, maâam,â Steve said, nodding to her. She gave a two-fingered salute and an âaye-aye, Capânâ as the two moved their position.Â
~~~~~
It was three days later when Steve was trying to take a walk through the town that he got an odd feeling he was being followed. He and Peter had taken care of the guys they were after: low-level crooks with high-level weapons. A very bad mixture in Steveâs mind. Â
But now, he didnât sense danger necessarily, he didnât hear anything menacing, and it wasnât like it was a flock of teenagers following him again. That he could hear a mile away over rush hour traffic. Plus, the beard and longer hair helped him blend a bit more.
He kept his stride and turned down an alley to take a couple shortcuts to see if his tag-a-long could keep up. Two minutes later, down this alley, back onto the main street, and down another alley, the feeling was still there. Turning once more, he backed up against the wall and waited. Once his follower got close enough to the corner, he snatched them, forcing them against the wall.Â
This was something he didnât expect.Â
A gasp, the sound of boxes falling, paper crumpling, and a wry smile followed by:Â
"Well, hello to you, too, handsome."
Her again.
"Why are you following me?" he said, moving his hands over her sides and down her thighs. Call him paranoid, but two years on the run will do that to you.Â
"Gun and permit are on the waistband," she said, her hands halfheartedly raised. She spread her legs, just to see how far Captain America would go to pat down a woman carrying her groceries.Â
Which he finally took notice of when he had to move a bag of green beans to lift her pant leg. She bit back a groan when he brought his hands up to her sides again and around to her back.Â
She had to admit, of all the pat downs she's had in her career, this had to be her favorite: Exceptionally attractive man? Check. Very smooth, deep voice? Check. Warm, rough hands that weren't too rough while gliding down her thighs? Check and check.
Ever since the pardon, Steve Rogers remained a sort of enigma. He still went on missions, which she witnessed just the other night, but he had pulled so far back from the PR world that people were trying to figure out if Captain America was the same person.
Steve ran his hands along her back and found the gun on her waistband andâÂ
"You're a cop," he said, exasperated, holding up her badge. She let her hands fall, smirk still on her face. "Why are you following me?"Â
"Well, I was out getting groceries, which you probably smashed the eggs, by the way, thanks for thatâ" she said, taking her offered badge back.Â
"Why is an off-duty cop getting groceries following me in broad daylight?" Steve asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.Â
"Because I really just wanted to stare at your assâI'm being followed, you doofus,"she hissed at him.Â
"What?" Steve was instantly on high alert, listening more closely to passersby on the main street and all around. He chanced a peek around the corner to see if anyone had followed her. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. "Why didn't you just call for back up?"
"Long story," she said looking around as well. She pulled back when she saw people round the corner, only to be caged in by tree-trunk arms from an annoyed Avenger.Â
"I've got time."
"I don't," she said, staring at him incredulously.Â
Steve Rogers was one cocky little shit. He had the nerve to lean on his forearms, prop one elbow on the wall to rest his head in his hand, and cross his legs at the ankle. His face and body just inches from her own. God, he smelled amazing.
Late June was hot. Late June plus very close proximity to a very stubborn, very attractive supersoldier? She may as well be on the surface of the sun. She took a deep breath through her nose and exhaled slowly to calm her heart rate.Â
"Come out, come out, Queenie. We know you're there."Â
The sing-song voice came just around the corner from where she and Steve were standing.Â
Her heart rate didn't stand a chance of slowing down.Â
Steve's brow furrowed, and he regained some of his earlier tension. He watched her eyes widen and flit back and forth. It almost looked like a plea for help, but her gaze hardened; she was planning something. Probably something stupid.Â
He pulled his phone out and set up the camera. Taking a pictureâ albeit blurry, sue himâhe held it up for her to see. There were ten men looking around every corner, behind every doorway.Â
She ran a hand down her face. There had only been four when she last saw them. They were getting smarter.Â
She opened her eyes when the temperature dropped. Steve had moved back and was looking around the alley, formulating his escape plan. She reached for her gun, but his hand caught her arm and he shook his head, putting a finger to his lips as the men called out for her once more. They were getting closer.Â
He pulled her further down the alley, groceries forgotten, both of them trying to be as quiet as possible. He stopped when he reached the fire escape and cupped his hands, eyebrows raised asking: you ready?
Oh Lord, she had to put her hands on him?
If she wasn't looking at him, she never would've heard his whispered, "Hey!" She shook her head and put her foot in his hands and one hand on his shoulder.Â
Is this what it feels like to fly? He lifted her like she was nothing and she barely had to pull herself onto the fire escape. Though the stitches in her side still pulled and she bit her lip to stop the hiss of pain.Â
Steve backed up to the opposite wall and took a running jump. His foot barely touched the dumpster, and somehow he managed to not make a sound when he landed on the escape.Â
He just smirked and shrugged when he saw her bewildered face. She rolled her eyes.Â
The voices were louder now, triumphant: they found her groceries. She silently mourned her ice cream as she and her cohort climbed.Â
The rig was old and even though Steve wasn't making a sound, the metal was. He grabbed her elbow five stories up, making her stop. He had his finger to his lips again, then pointed below them.Â
"I know you're here somewhere, Queenie, I just wanna talk to ya," one man said, adjusting his cuff links. He was the best dressed of all of them but Steve could see the outline of a gun in his suit jacket.Â
"C'mon, ya don't wanna play with me anymore?" he said, as his men were still searching below and further on.
This guy was starting to creep Steve out. He still had no idea what this woman had gotten herself into, but the saccharine tone of his voice made him sick.Â
"I'm real sorry, I hurt ya, sweetheart. I promise, I won't do it again," he was finally moving on from the alley along with his posse.Â
They stayed still for another moment while he was still in view at the mouth of the alley. He stood looking out at the main street with his hands in his pockets.Â
Steve motioned for her to continue. They were one flight away from the roof when Back in Black started blaring from Steve's phone.Â
He scrambled to turn it off, but when he pulled it out of his pocket with such panicked force, it slipped. Right out of his hands and down. Clanging on the rail and singing all the way down to shatter on the unforgiving concrete below.Â
He heard her move up the last flight, while he just cringed staring down at the broken pieces. Tony was going to kill him.
Great.
 The suit had walked over to investigate. And he looked straight up at Steve.Â
Great.
"Hey! Sorry 'bout that! Butterfingers, ya know?" he said, waving, "Can ya do me a favor and just toss it in the nearest can? The wife's gonna kill me if I don't finish dinner."Â
The suit just stared at him, disgusted. He reached in his jacket and Steve prayed that his companion had made it to the roof. He brought a pack of cigarettes out and lit one, walking away from the broken pieces.Â
"Hey, thanks, pal!" Steve said, turning and taking the last flight two stairs at a time. He hopped over the ledge and found her on her back, hands on her face in annoyance, and a red spot on her side.Â
"Are you bleeding?!" he asked, rushing to her and landing on his knees. He scanned the rooftop and the adjacent buildings looking for a sniper. What kind of trouble was she in, anyway?
"Am I?" she moved her hands and sat up. Her breath hitched and she laid back down. "Ah, yup, stitches probably ripped."
"Can I?" he said, gesturing to her shirt. She waved a dismissive hand and he slowly pulled her shirt up. She was right: the stitches under her breast had ripped and what he could safely assume was a bullet wound, was bleeding again.Â
"There goes the braâŚ" she muttered, rubbing her temple, "and it was a cute one too."
Steve shrugged a shoulder as he reached in his back pocket for a handkerchief. He glanced around at the nearby roofs once more before turning back to apply the cloth to the wound. She was staring at him. Smirking.
"Did you just...agree that my bra was cute?" she asked, her smirk turning into a grin, eyes crinkling at the corners.
His gaze dropped to her wound again, brow furrowed, as he put pressure on the wound. A low hiss escaped her, but it was quickly replaced by the same grin.Â
"Hmm. The eyebrow quirk and head tilt said you did. Name's Y/N, by the way," she said, getting him to glance at her. His hair was falling in his face and she couldn't help but think it just made him look extra handsome. "Figured you should know mine since I already know yours."
"Thought it was 'Queenie'," he said, a small grin playing on his face. The grin fell when her gaze hardened.Â
"He shouldn't know it," she shook her head and ran a hand down her face. Before Steve could question, she waved his hand away from her side. She tucked part of the cloth under her bra and sat up with the help of Steve's large hand on her back.Â
Steve moved back to give her some room before he asked, "What do you mean he shouldn't know it?"
"I dressed up one Halloween as a character named 'Queenie' and now that's what my whole precinct calls me. No one else calls me Queenie," she said.
Steve listened as she explained that she had been assigned to this particular precinct. Apparently due to suspicion that one or many of its members had close mob ties. Now she had proof, but no clue who to look for.Â
They sat in silence for a moment before Y/N squinted and pointed over Steve's shoulder.Â
"Hey, isn't that your buddy Iron Man?"Â
Sure enough, it was. Steve turned back to face Y/N and just raised a hand in a lazy wave and sighed like an exasperated teenager about to get scolded.
Y/N grimaced at the loud sound of the Iron Man's repulsors. He dropped down at the edge and walked over, his helmet disappearing to reveal his face. It was a very annoyed face.Â
"So you're just gonna ignore me now?" he said, stopping next to Steve and crossing his arms.Â
"Tony, this is Y/N. Y/N, Tony," Steve said, gesturing one to the other.Â
"Yeah, hi," Tony waved in Y/N's direction, then turned to Steve again, then back to Y/N, "Are you awareâyou're bleeding."
The drastic tone change made Y/N blink. He spun his around to her so fast she thought his neck broke. She looked to Steve who had a hand over his face, but she could see his brows knit together as he shook his head. His shoulders shook in a silent chuckle.
"Wow, it is true," Y/N said, looking at Tony, "You really are a genius."Â
Between the baffled look on Tony's face and the strangled laugh-turned-cough from Steve, her day was a whole lot better.
"Yes, we're both aware I'm bleeding. Captain Handsome over here was helping me avoid some trouble. This is a few days old, the stitches just ripped," she explained. Tony just quirked an eyebrow and a wide grin spread on his face.
"'Captain Handsome'? Oh that's definitely gonna be a thing, now," Steve's groan of disapproval cut through, but Tony paid him no mind, "Anyway, we need to get you patched up, and you were supposed to help set up-"
"Wanda's birthday, ah, shit!" was muffled as he ran both hands over his face and back into his hair. Y/N blinked.
"Captain America swears?" she said, looking at Tony who just shook his head in blatant disappointment.Â
"Like a sailor. Romanoff's bringing the car around, so grab our invalid and bring her to the Compound. Romanoff, can you bring the car around?" Tony said, walking to the edge of the roof. Y/N tried to deny being taken with them, but Tony closed his helmet and blasted off.Â
She looked to Steve who stood and held out a hand to help her up. Reluctantly (or not, he had very nice hands) she took it.
"Seriously, just drop me off at my apartment and I'll be fine. You've already helped enough," she said.Â
Steve just shook his head and started leading her towards the roof access. "Not happening. I was already thinking about it, anyway. Dr. Cho should have you patched up in no time."
Y/N groaned. How was she supposed to fight Avengers exactly?
~~~~~
Dr. Helen Cho has very kind eyes. But when she says 'go', even Steve Rogers moves. Y/N was introduced to her and then immediately directed (read forced) onto a table after her shirt and bra were (forcibly) removed and replaced with a hospital gown so fast the embarrassment didn't hit her until after Dr. Cho's machine was stitching her up.Â
Or whatever it did.Â
Y/N looked at her wound in the bathroom mirror. There was no scar, no trace of the bullet hole or the stitches. Still amazed at the technology, she lowered the borrowed hoodie and made her way back into the lab. Black Widow, or Natasha, was waiting with a small smile.
"I really want to thank you guys for everything, and I don't want to sound ungrateful, because I am! But I should probably be getting homeâŚ"Â
Her smile tightened and her nose scrunched. "Mm, about that."
Y/N blinked. "Please tell me that doesn't mean what I think it means."Â
Her smile twisted up a little more before she grabbed Y/N's hand and began pulling her back to where Y/N thought was the living room.Â
This week was just getting weirder and weirder by the second. Natasha pulled her by the hand the whole way and Y/N made no move to let go either; it was oddly comforting, and Y/N didn't even realize she needed it. She briefly wondered what it would be like to hold Steve's hand.Â
She immediately grabbed that thought, stuffed it in a box, put that box in another box, duct taped the whole thing, and buried it.Â
Crushes on celebrities were fine. If you've met them, cool, good for you. If you've been as close as Y/N had, you should be commended and given 'The World's Luckiest Bitch' medal.Â
But she didn't want to get her hopes up. Chances are they'd just be crushed. Probably under a star-spangled shield or something much more terrifying. Nope, she may as well crush those feelings now before they got out of hand.Â
Natasha took her down several halls to see a lounge room where several were gathered watching what seemed to be Lord of the Rings. Y/N didnât recognize any of them, but judging by all the lab coats strewn all over the chairs and various snacks, they were probably just on a break.Â
A couple turns and an elevator ride up a few floors, Natasha's hand still holding hers, and down more hallways Natasha finally stopped and opened the door to a conference room.
Y/N was completely lost as to where they were in the building, but she wouldn't really need to know. She'd be going home soon anyway.
"Is that my apartment?!"Â
Steve, Tony, and Bucky Barnes turned at the sound of her voice, but her eyes were locked on the screen behind them.Â
Most of it was nonsensical gibberish to her, but the main picture was her apartment building. On fire. Specifically her apartment. And the one next to it, too, where she knew the couple next door. They had just had a baby.
"Tell me no one was in there," she whispered, her voice starting to shake, "Tell me no one was home, Steve, they had a baby. You tell me no one was home!"
She had moved around the table, volume rising with every step. Steve put his hands on her shoulders when she grabbed him by the shirt.Â
"Mom and baby are fine, they weren't home," he said, voice quiet and calm, "Dad's in the hospital with a few broken bones and scrapes, but he'll be fine, Y/N."
Steve thought he would get lost in her eyes earlier, now it felt like she stared into his soul. She took a shaky breath in and out, closed her eyes, and breathed again. It was when she was finally able to release his shirt that Tony spoke.
"Looks like you didnât make it out, though," he said, turning the volume up. She turned to him and saw some blonde news reporter stating that one person had been killed in the explosion ("Ex- explosion?" was whispered as Steve helped her to a chair and sat her down.)Â
Her own face stared back at her. Her name was on the news.Â
Blood rushed in her ears and drowned out whatever was being said, whether on tv or in the room. Mind racing, she tried to figure out what her next step should be: who does she call? Does she call anyone? Can she? Not knowing which of her supposed brothers and sisters she could trust. The proverbial brakes came screeching to halt when she heardâ
âHydra?â
Natasha had joined Bucky in looking at a file on the table and Tony was sitting on its edge; they all turned to look at her. When she stayed silent, Steve moved from behind her chair and leaned his hip against the table. He said her name, snapping her attention back to reality.Â
âDid you say Hydra?â she asked. Bucky nodded. âNo, no, no. Weâre talkinâ Clair Vitali, yeah, heâs no small fry, but heâs not Hydra. Thatâs crazy! Sure heâs a megalomaniac, but heâs not that smart. He shot me in broad daylight and had the balls to follow me in broad daylight, but then again, he had the balls to follow me in broad daylight and he does have some pull up on high. I wonder if thatâs how he got Rocaâs territoryâŚâÂ
Steve thought she was going to burn a hole into the table with how she stared at it. Bucky chuckled and looked at Steve.
âShe talked herself into it,â he grinned, âDidnât even have to show her evidence. But it does look like the explosives they used were from Hydra. Not just with your house, but multiple others.â Y/N looked up as the screen changed to show five other bombings. Ones she didnât even know were connected to Vitali. âAnd I remember seeing him around Rumlow a lot.âÂ
Rumlow.
Something about that name rang a bell. A gruff laugh, dark hair, an easy smile, and honey colored eyes filled her mind.Â
"Brock Rumlow?"she asked. They all nodded. She grimaced and muttered, âGlad I didnât go on that date with him, then. Oh-kay! So. Now what? Hydra is way out of my league. How do we handle this?âÂ
Buckyâs eyebrows shot almost to his hairline and Steve let out a strangled âDate?!â as Tony just turned back to the screen and started talking to the air. To her surprise the air spoke back. Oh, yeah. Heâs Tony Stark. AIâs are a thing here.Â
She heard Natashaâs chuckle and chanced a glance at Bucky, his expression was locked on Steve who she did not glance at. She was far too invested on the screen; her eyes locked on a familiar face, she stood slowly. Steve said her name and she blinked.Â
âBottom right,â she said, pointing, âThatâs Charlie and, Houser, our captain.âÂ
Tony brought it up front and center showing the captain standing straight, and her partner behind him, hands clasped and shoulders slumped. He looked truly dejected. Angry. He kept his eyes low while the captain gave his statement on her supposed murder. No, he didnât say murder. He said death. Death. Like an accident. Like her home spontaneously combusted. Like she wasnât hunted like a wild animal, beaten, shot, and thrown into the river. The blood in her veins boiled watching him give his speech.Â
âThis is a day of grieving for us all. This is such a tragic loss for this precinct, for this city. Officer L/N was a treasure; a hardworkingââ
âThatâs detective, you monumental bastard,â she spat. Tony turned with a raised brow and a smirk. âWe donât really get along.â
ââshows no sign of tampering, but we will dig further to get to the truth of this atrocityââÂ
She wondered who gave him this false information and thought about what she was going to do to them. If the police had been in her apartment, they should know whether or not it had been a bomb or some sort of malfunction.Â
And then her fire was extinguished.Â
He sniffed.Â
She watched as Charlieâs brow furrowed and for the first time he looked up at the captain. His hands clenched into fists before he moved them behind his back. The captain continued his speech, sniffing again.Â
âThat sorry, low-down, pig-headedââ she shoved the chair and stepped away from the table, taking deep breaths, almost panting.Â
âHey, easy,â came from Steve who put a hand on her shoulder, âWhatâs wrong?â She took another breath and held it for a beat, then two, sure he could feel her pulse racing. Her fists clenching and releasing, she let the breath go, slowly, controlled, before she turned to him.Â
âHeâs in on it. Heâs the connection to Vitali. That sniff?â she pointed back to the screen, âThatâs his tell. The man canât play poker to save his life! And that bullshit story about me being, whatâd he say? âA treasure?â Ha!â She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair, trying not to think about how Steve seemed to be subconsciously rubbing his thumb in small circles on her shoulder. Taking another deep breath, she looked up at him once more.Â
âAnd now that I know who the connection is, I have a good idea about who else is on Vitaliâs payroll.â
~~~~~
Hello, Queenie.Â
You wanna play?
Her eyes snapped open and her heart hammered in her chest. She sat up, gun raised, and looked around the room. This wasnât her house. This wasnât her house.Â
Breathing became harder for her and her hand started shaking. But when the faint smell of a musky cologne reached her nose, she remembered blue eyes staring into her own. Her next breath was shaky, but she put the gun beside her on the bed. Sheâll have to thank Natasha for giving her one of Steveâs shirts.Â
Throwing back the covers, she swung her legs off the bed and made sure her legs werenât wobbly before standing and walking out of the room. Ice cream was much needed. Now.Â
Where the hell was the kitchen?
She tried to get a map in her mind, but, instead of directing her to her destination, it throbbed and refused to do any work. Forcing her feet to walk ten steps to her left, she faced her next obstacle. Waking the beast.Â
She knocked three times. Silence. Three times more.Â
âFuckinâ hang on!âÂ
Captain America swears like a sailor. She couldnât stop the grin creeping on her face. Judging by the thudding and even more swearing, he was having some difficulty. Thirty seconds later the door disappeared and she flinched, stepping back.
Steve Rogers sleeps nude.Â
In her peripheral, she could just barely see that he was holding a sheet around his waist. She didnât dare to actually look, but tilted her head to see his face instead.
This was possibly the best decision sheâd ever made.Â
Steve Rogers with bed head. âWorldâs Luckiest Bitchâ indeed.Â
She pursed her lips to keep the giggles from escaping. Sleepy, grumpy Steve was so cute. As she committed it to her long-term memory, he rubbed his face and let out a muted âshitâ.Â
âI thought you were gonna be Bucky,â he said, leaning on the doorframe. âWhatâs up? You okay?â
Oh, Lord, his voice. Abort mission. Abort.Â
âIâ uh, was gonna get some ice cream, but um, Iâllâ Iâll just let you get back to sleep,â she said. Her cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling too much. Gesturing to his attire, she couldnât help but giggle, âObviously youâre waiting for Bucky, soâŚâÂ
Confused even more by her laughter, the dolt looked down at himself, let out a louder âFuck!â and slammed the door shut. Steve continued his stream of obscenities as they both realized his sheet had gotten shut in the door. A short burst of laughter rang in the hall before she clapped both hands over her mouth.Â
âShut the fuck up, Queenie.â
Removing her hands and breathing, she took a moment to actually appreciate him. He now had on dark jeans and an unzipped jacket baring his broad chest to the world. He was really trying to kill her. And she would let him.Â
But when he ran a hand through his hair, she was done.Â
Giggle-drunk and trying not to be a thirsty hoe, she started towards the kitchen. Until Steve called to her again. When she turned, he was sporting that ridiculous smirk and pointing in the opposite direction. She threw her hands in the air, the shirt raising just enough to draw Steveâs eyes down to her bare legs.Â
âCome on, Rogers, why are you keeping me from my ice cream? You owe like two gallons anyway,â she said, grabbing him the jacket and pulling him along.Â
They finally made it to their destination after he had to grab her by the shirt and redirect her twice; he damn near strutted to the freezer and began naming off the flavors they had stashed away.Â
âSeriously?â she asked, looking at his choice of butter pecan in disgust.Â
âI already told you once, Queens, shut the fuck up,â he said, jabbing a finger in her direction. Ignoring the swarm of butterflies and heat rising in her face, she waved a dismissive hand and let loose an âaha!â when she found the bowls. She frowned and stood on her toes because seriously, who puts the bowls on the top shelf? Fine. Â
She did what needed to be done. She climbed onto the counter. Just being on her knees gave her the necessary boost to reach her goal. A shiver ran through her when a deep chuckle came from behind her.Â
âEnjoying yourself?â Steve asked, leaning against the island.Â
âImmensely,â she said, smirking, âIs the counter the only thing holding you up right now?âÂ
âAt the moment, yes.âÂ
She giggled and handed him two bowls and hopped down, ready to devour the sweet, cold, goodness that was ice cream.Â
Somehow this was right. She couldnât put her finger on it, but she felt...safe. Sitting in nothing but a borrowed shirt and her underwear with a barely-dressed supersoldier eating ice cream at God-only-knows-what time in the morning. Â
âWhat is my life coming to?â
Steve looked up at her. They sat at the table, and for a long time were swapping funny stories about their teams. Her mind swirled with the new facts sheâd learned just a few hours before, and even though she knew that the people sheâd worked with for two years were not all they appeared, it still hurt.Â
âThanks, Steve. For everything.â
As if she needed another reason to swoon over this beast of a man, he looked at her with such sincerity and gave a crooked smile. She swallowed.Â
âAnytime.â
Well that just wonât do.Â
âEven at 3 oâclock in the morning?â
âNow wait a damn minuteââ
~~~~~
With the Avengers on the case, it only took a day to gather enough information on her captain and several others that were in league with Vitali and Hydra.Â
Now their plan was going into action.Â
Despite her nerves about walking back into this building, she stood strong. Not to mention she had back up this time.Â
Clair Vitali owned several hotels in New York. His reach spread much further than other mob families, and one by one, he seemed to swallow them up. She had very little knowledge of the layout of this building, but again, with the Avengers, impossible was simply not in their vocabulary.Â
She and Steve were parked across the street in one of Tonyâs mustangs. When she told him what hotel he usually frequented, he agreed that using a more high-profile car would be acceptable.Â
âYou sure about this, Y/N?â Steve asked. His gaze shifted from the hotel doors to her in the passenger seat.Â
âA smidge,â she looked at him, âI just want this over with.âÂ
Steve nodded and looked back to the hotel. Vitali was here. She took a deep breath and got out of the car, but leaned back down to the window.Â
âBesides, after being in a car with you driving, thisâll be a cake-walk,â she said, grinning. Steve opened his mouth to defend his driving skills when Buckyâs voice cut through their earpieces.Â
âPunk, you wreck every vehicle you go into a fight with. Donât start.âÂ
Four other voices agreed with him. Tony was going into his threat about Steve wrecking this car as Y/N started to cross the street.Â
Blood pounding in her ears, she threw open the door and walked up to the front desk. The young man politely asked how he could be of service, despite his look of distaste at her attire. She flashed him a smile.Â
âActually, I was hoping to speak with Mr. Vitali,â she said. The look on this poor kidâs face almost made her laugh. He started to sputter and say that her request wouldnât be possible; he was in a very important meeting and she might be able to schedule something in the future. She hummed and shook her head.Â
âUnfortunately, it has to be now. Iâm sure heâs missed me the past couple days and I just canât leave him waiting any longer, sir.â
âMiss, Iâm very sorry, but he doesnât want to be disturbedââ
She sighed.Â
âAlright. I didnât want to play this card, butâŚâ she laid her badge on the counter, pushing it towards the man. Whether or not he knew what his boss was really into, the color drained from his face.Â
âYou tell him Queenieâs here to play.âÂ
As he made a frantic phone call, she hopped up on the counter and sat, swinging her legs, making a call of her own. The voice that answered was hesitant.Â
â...Y/N?âÂ
She smiled.Â
âHey, Chuckles. Listen, youâre gonna get a call about the Foundry Hotel in a few minutes. Bring back up. Donât be surprised.â
âOn it.â
She put her phone back in her pocket and waited. It didnât take three minutes before grunts with guns surrounded the desk. Some actual patrons screamed and started to scatter, fleeing the building. Clair came swooping in and stood, behind his troops, grinning from ear to ear.
âI knew youâd come back to me, Queenie,â he said, âI was really hoping weâd have this little reunion at your funeral, but we can make this workââ
âCut the bullshit, Clair, whereâs Houser? I know heâs here.â She looked around the vast entry hall and into the restaurant where more people were huddled, being contained by more of the brute squad. âItâd be a cryinâ shame to kill me off and not celebrate your victory!âÂ
âYouâre looking pretty good, sugar, you get all healed up?â Clair asked, chuckling. She nodded, still swinging her legs as if it was just another day at the park.
âI did. I found friends in high places. But you would know all about that, wouldnât you?â she asked, jumping down. Some of the men shifted. âBeing in league with Hydra and all.âÂ
Something glinted in his eye. She had him.Â
Everything after that happened fast: bullets flew, glass shattered, people screamed.
The next thing she knew her ears were ringing. Everything was too bright, too loud. Too blurry. She couldnât think straight. Couldnât breathe. The only thing she saw clearly were piercing blue eyes. A voice cut through the fog.Â
Queens! Câmon, just say something!Â
~~~~~
 Wanda and Vision were due to be home from their island getaway in just a few minutes and everyone was running rampant around the living room. Streamers were hung from all over. A giant cake was being shielded by Bucky from Clintâs wandering hands.Â
And some idiot put Steve Rogers on a ladder to hang the banner.Â
âHey, Queens, can ya tell me if itâs straight?âÂ
She walked away from the ladder and next to Tony to get a better view. And, boy, did she. Steveâs ass looked great in jeans. She hummed appreciatively.Â
âLooks, great, Stevie. Now please get down, my blood pressureâs out the roof,â she said. She turned to Tony. âDonât you have, like, robots or something to do this?âÂ
âI do, but this is payback for not helping sooner,â Tony said, sipping a lemonade. She nodded.Â
âReally, Tony?â Steve started, âI told you, I dropped my phone! I was not ignoring you!âÂ
The two started to throw snark between them and Y/N just rolled her eyes. Steve tried to stop on the ladder and turn to look at Tony. He missed about two steps and got his leg caught between rungs.Â
To say the look of horror on his face wasnât funny would be an outright lie.Â
The crashing and clanging drew everyoneâs attention. Others asked if everything was okay and what happened. The two closest ran over and moved the ladder off Steve.Â
âStevie,â Y/N said, lightly tapping his face, âhey, say something so we know youâre okay!âÂ
Steve just groaned and cracked an eye open to look at her.Â
âOw.â
Bucky called out, âEh, heâs fine.â
Tony just laughed and walked away. An exasperated sigh made her slump onto his chest. He chuckled and leaned up to press a kiss on her hair. She raised her head.Â
âI think Iâve got a new nickname for you,â she said. His smirk just grew.Â
âOh yeah?â
âYeah. Captain Klutz.â
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pls talk about your thoughts about chanhee and also the other concepts!! I always have such a hard time interpreting music and videos but i love to read about it
âbestie pls share ur thoughts on make your own concepts specifically chanheeâs but any others that are ur fave too đ¤- marâ
omg mar thank you for enabling me all day today đđĽşđ§Ą thenks bestie ily :,)) and thank you too anon ! i should preface that T-T i have not read any other theories or analyses so these are just my opinions / impressions but i hope itâs entertaining to read about haha :p ! (feel free @ anyone to add on or share your thoughts too ! :,))
HYUNJAE - okay so audio cues... if you listen to the beginning thereâs a sound of a bomb going off before the music starts ? and that ties into the dystopian / cyborg aesthetics that jump out at me of course, but what i immediately thought of was their no air perfo ? like we know hyunjae in the no air mv got that shot where heâs laying in the bathtub filled with water but also their kingdom performance with it also had those underwater shots ! so i think it ties into that... i feel like we saw in gen z, heâs a very straightforward person he says things on his mind which can come off as blunt but he thinks itâs better than not saying it ? which is interesting bc i think that speaks to his self- determined personality, heâs much more inclined to do whatever it takes to get something done, which i think falls perfectly in line with the âmake your own airâ phrase that he gets, if itâs something he needs he makes it himself, in a situational sense methinks u.uÂ
 JUYEON - JUYEONâS DJSKHDG iâm waiting for driâs essay but in essence we see the gen z âjuyeon is not such a good boyâ shot and these text bubbles that pop up that say âsexyâ âyou so hotâ âsuch a bad boyâ and tbh i like this âconceptâ ? for him better than his gen z one ? itâs not bc of the concept itself but i like the idea that he can âmake your own characterâ as in he has the capability and power to be whoever he wants to ! you see him throwing white paint at the gen z canvas and i think ?! thatâs symbolic of like a fresh canvas ! of remaking himself to whatever he wants bc the canvas is now blank again thanks to the white paint and flowers usually indicate spring ? so renewal and stuff like that ! i really like his, itâs also fun word play on âcharacterâ which has been juyeonâs intro in tbz (bc his name sounds like main character in korean) but yea :o ! i really love his the idea he can just repaint / paint over a literal image of him gives it the possibility of becoming smth new and thatâs so so cool
CHANGMIN - SCREEEEECH okie um oh boy um *windows shutting down noises* this was so so so very different from his gen z stuff but i actually think BOTH are equally perfect for him ? the way that he set up the sparklers and neon lights on this very obviously trashy and kind of rundown rooftop with the cityline behind him is so ?!?!? LITERALLY making his own stage as his tagline goes, sort of like how the physical stage itself does not matter but rather itâs changmin himself that makes the stage special ! i talked about this in gabiâs set that i rbed ;-;/ but changmin puts a lot A LOT of stake in his position as a dancer it means almost everything to him as a form of expression from what i can see ? so heâs always trying his best to put forward the best performance possible and seeing this segment makes me feel like heâs doing just that ! pouring himself into it to make his stage pls i care himÂ
HAKNYEON - god iâm a jusadan but just u.u rest in peace me, iâll ... T_T be kind of honest this one confuses me a little ? i have assumptions and i feel like i know ... quite a bit about haknyeon (LMAO) my best guess is it has smth to do with self assurance ...? the way heâs framed and the fact that heâs sitting on a bed in the middle of a church surrounded by candles gives me christ figure symbolism (where my ap english takers at :/) and the light that perfectly frames him in a halo gives me angel vibes too, but the tagline of âmake your own romanceâ paired with him kissing his reflection makes me think itâs about self love ;;;; from what i can tell haknyeon has always been someone who really likes feeling validated and praised for the stuff he does well, which he does for himself a lot of the times too ! but sometimes i think the self assurances he compliments himself with is more for reassuring himself rather than bragging (which i think people misinterpret) so itâs more about becoming the person he wants to fully love and being happie with himself which *tears* i might be reading too much into who knows i just love him ok ... U.UÂ
KEBINNN - i know !!! dri mentioned this in my gifset tags but ! kev on kpop daebak (? was it) or smth mentioned how he strives to keep a childlike wonderment for the world around him, which is a reason why i think he loves drawing and sound / music production, he talked in a fancafe post once about an artist who turned mediocre everyday objects into art and he said he really loves that sense of wonderment so peter pan who ânever grows upâ is actually perfect for his worldview ahhhh T^T also kev really likes disney lmao, the way heâs doing this outside in this âneverlandâ garden on a balcony which is a part of this very typical apartment backed by a typical city bg also i believe ties into this turning a mediocre everyday thing into smth wonderful through his sense of childlike wonderment and his tagline of âmake your own fantasyâ (i also care him a lot this concept >>>>>>) and keeps to his referencing movie plotlines like he did in gen z jddkfj
SUNWOO - i also mentioned this in my tags on sunuâs set but this gives me 100 degrees vibes which i still to this day think is one of the most âsunwooâ vibe things ever, itâs a lot of him having fun and doing his own thing, and mixes both more mature and youthful aspects together in a way that iâd only ever describe as sunwoo vibes LMAO like the roller skating around and all the soap bubbles ! cute and youthful ! the crop top and celine wasitband (donât laugh at me we all noticed) more mature and a callback to his gen z look methinks U.u, think sunwoo has always been a more go-with-the-flow or do whatever he feels like doing sort of person and so âmake your own vibeâ fits well with him in that sense to meÂ
SANGYEON - .... *silence* *more windows shutting down noises* *jess.exe has stopped working* OKAY i feel like ! sangyeonâs is also more self explanatory :p i love the juxtaposition of boxing AND the arcade type fighter games ?? like both require very different sets of skills i feel like one is more physical the other is more mental ? but both require adapting to changes whether in the game or the boxing ring which as leader sangyeon would know a lot about, esp being flexible and quick to respond to different situations, and the âmake your own gloryâ i feel is maybe more on the nose, but tbz are this manâs pride and joy you can see it literally anywhere and for him, as leader, to have made it this far with tbz, winning rtk and building their popularity through their hard work and efforts really is building his own glory and i just HHHHHHHHHH
YES EYYSFDHSHF CHANHEE YES - i said it in the tags of my srb before deleting it so iâll just repeat it here but CHOI CHANHEE !!!!! this detail i didnât quite process first watch was the continuous flashing of lights in all his scenes, like ... from the shots and the set it looks REALLY empty ?? but the flashing seems to indicate cameras and photos being taken of him despite there being no people we can really see in any of the shots ? WHICH IS SO COOL i think the implication is like âall eyes on himâ type which SO TRU i love that idea, like i said the walking past the wedding dresses ? v heavily implies fashion designer which i think you mentioned mar :o ! and i see it in the sense of his tagline âmake your own stereotypeâ bc white wedding dresses are the very traditional / typical choice and obviously feminine in stereotypes, whereas chanhee is wearing a SUIT which is all black in a very clean b/w set with no color which i feel is very stereotypically MASCULINE and the glasses too, itâs such an interesting contrast of his âstereotypically feminineâ features (in my view) with very masculine symbols, like glasses we usually associate with more soft hearted / meek stereotypes ? but the geometric shape of the windows and again his suit seems to indicate the very opposite ? itâs a mixing of stereotypes which i think is the point, by putting those together he quite literally makes his own stereotype and puts on the crown while the cameras continue flashing while pointed at him AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
YOUNGHOON - okie might have less to say about this one :o i feel like both hakâs and younghoonâs i donât see the connections quite as readily but ! i think itâs interesting that his tagline is âmake your own classicâ but then in the scenes itself he has a flip phone ??? with an antenna (okay boomer /j JDHFKFG JK PLS) and a teddy bear while in PERIOD stylized clothing and setting where those two things are more modern / contemporary in origin (but also not modern enough bc ,,, itâs a flip phone LOL) like 90s kid vibes ? you know but as an emperor in the joseon era haha :p while eating shrimp chips and reading a (comic ?) book, like idk too much of what it means but itâs a cool dichotomy LOL, think it might also tie into actor ! hoon bc itâs make your own classic and i think acting has become a very important aspect to him :o after seeing what heâs capable of in love revolution and his atbz video so it��s interesting u.u (need help w/ this one)
JACOB - think my explanation in hanâs setâs tags didnât really make sense so lemme ... reexplain LOL,,, so ! similar to his gen z video ? like heâs talked about how difficult it is to open up about his own feelings etc. and he said itâs less bc he realizes he needs to but rather just to make other people feel more comfortable when it comes to understanding him, and like the whole breaking the mirror with his reflection in the wanna be angry jacob, itâs about freeing himself to the point he can express the emotions he wants to ! in gen z it was about being able to be angry when he felt that way instead of being tied by his image of being just nice ? and in the video with his pilot uniform not only does he control the ride but he also rides on it himself ! quite literally making his own freedom (symbolically), a sort of realizing he can free himself ? from whatâs been tying him down and i think the really big smile he has while riding it just comes to show how he wants to feel :,))) (jacob bae i care you)Â
ERIC - last one :p AHHH this is one of my favs too, the quite literal âmake your own prideâ I LOVE IT ! sooo i think the biggest takeaway i got was that of course in this video his âprideâ is symbolized by the hot pink car (that heâs going to pick up his christmassy date in of course u.u if he has a license which he does n- his driverâs license in this was literally his aaa / boy version of reveal photo which in no dmv anywhere would a license picture be allowed to look that good-) and LITERALLY when he finished and takes it for a joy ride while sitting on the roof heâs STILL covered in the dirt and grime stains ! from working on it ! which i think is so symbolic ! itâs my favorite detail actually, he literally put sweat into this car which is his pride and now that heâs finally riding around in it, it feels accomplishing ! his pride ! love that, also when heâs grabbing a stub from that flyer i noticed he chose âyouthâ over the others (which was like .... ca$h, beauty, ice cream, hamburger...) which i think also just indicates that despite all this hard work he put in he still cherishes his youth and still lets that be a huge part of who he is (i mean pink car so of course) so idk i think itâs very neat go bestie mwah
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Love Isnât Always On Time Part Thirty Seven
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Warnings: Some cursing?
Summary:Â Call me old-fashioned, but I thought three people standing at a bar, all wearing sunglasses and baseball caps may stand out a little.Â
The twenty minutes that had followed the broadcast had been status quo for the last two years of my life, and had been the modus operandi in my time with the Howlies - âGrab your shit, we need to be out of here in twenty.â
New mission, new parameters. But there were new lines now that we were in danger of crossing. Any actions that we took to go after Bucky wouldnât be sanctioned by General Ross, by the UN; everyone would be watching us way more closely now.
Steve was tracking down what he could on recon when it came to Bucky; Sharon had promised to feed back what she could without suspicion and while keeping her head above water with the investigation. The image of Bucky was everywhere - a collar pulled up around his neck, a black cap fitted over his head, but he looked directly at the camera.
Sam and I were waiting at a coffee bar as Steve made contact with Natasha; the bombing was on every single channel, everyone around us was talking about it. I kept my head down as much as I could, feeling conspicuous even in black baseball cap and sunglasses. Call me old-fashioned, but I thought three people standing at a bar, all wearing sunglasses and baseball caps may stand out a little.
âSomething is off about this,â Sam grumbled, âAfter all of the trouble heâs gone through the keep his head down for the past couple of years, thereâs no way heâd slip up just to attack the Accords and then get caught out like that.â
âUnless some HYDRA asshole got to him and heâs been reactivated,â I offered quietly, âOr itâs not him at all. Remember that mask âTasha had when we were in D.C.? He could be framed. And heâs already been forced to do so much, wouldnât be implausible that heâs been made to do something else.â
We quieted down as Steve came back in; I could tell from the tightness in his jaw that the conversation with Natasha didnât go the way he wanted it.
âShe tell you to stay out of it?â Sam asked. When Steve didnât answer, he tacked on, âMight have a point.â
"Heâd do it for me,â Steve pointed out.
âIn 1945, maybe. I just want to make sure we considered all our options. The people that shoot at you usually wind up shooting at me. And this one hasnât spent that much time since she splashed back down in the 2000s,â Sam tacked on, nodding in my direction. Steve caught my eye over the top of his sunglasses, and I averted my eyes.
âIf you have reservations about this, Wilson, have them, but donât drag me into that,â I argued softly. Sam grunted in turn, quieting down as Sharon settled in beside Steve.
âTips have been pouring in since that footage went public. Everybody thinks the Winter soldier goes to their gym. Most of it's noise. Except for this. My boss expects a briefing, pretty much now...so that's all the head start you're gonna get,â She relayed, passing Steve a file.
âThank you,â He mumbled.
âAnd you're gonna have to hurry,â Sharon warned. My blood ran cold when she added, âWe have orders to shoot on sight.â
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âI donât like this,â I said quietly, glancing up at the building. Sam was stationed on the roof, and I was keeping to the alleyway of the building, waiting on a rented motorcycle that Steve and I had driven over on. Steve looked at the cowl in his hands. We didnât have the time to contemplate, but I couldnât shake the feeling in my gut.
âStay out here, keep to the comms, fall back unless I tell you,â he repeated. I pursed my lips and give him a tight nod, averting my eyes to the street. Steve cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him.
âItâs safest this way,â He reminded me gently.
âI know,â I mumbled, âJust... Go, and be careful.â Steve pressed a kiss to my forehead before he fitted his cowl on, buckling it and heading inside. I watched the door shut behind him before I looked up to the roof at where Sam was peering down at us. I gave him a wave, signalling that Steve had gone inside.
â... Iâve got German special forces approaching from the South,â Sam warned. I grimaced, leg shaking impatiently.
âCome on, Steve,â I mumbled, waiting for him to open the comm, to give the all clear to come up, something.
I didnât get that.
What I got instead was the sound of gunfire, yelling. I kept my eyes on the sky, waiting for a signal from Sam or a call from Steve. What I did see was Bucky jump from one roof to another, then another person jump after him. I brought my hand up to my ear.
âSam, what the hell is that?â
âIt looks like a cat man!â Sam yelled back.
âA fuckinâ what?â I asked, unable to help a delirious laugh.
âTheyâre heading for the sidewalk,â Sam warned in place of another answer, âSouthwest corner!â
I started my bike up, pulling my helmet on and pulling the visor down as I sped in the direction Sam mentioned. I could see them - there was Bucky, Steve, and another figure running at an unreal speed.
âTheyâre heading for the underpass,â I groaned, picking up speed. I wasnât sure what was worse at this point - Bucky jumping carelessly into oncoming traffic, the unidentified CatMan chasing him, or the fact that we still had German Special Forces on our tail.
Even in my time in the 40s, even the recon mission in Roessel hadnât presented me with so many opportunities to die on the spot. German Special Forces had largely paid me no mind, and I used that to my advantage, focusing my energy on defensive driving, diverting other vehicles from the chase, offering Steve and Sam space and cover where I could. I managed to follow Steveâs order, hanging back until Sam flicked the CatMan toward a detonation and fell back onto my bike to keep the both of us from getting caught under the fall of rubble that Bucky had set off. I wouldâve taken a harder fall if it hadnât been for Samâs wings.
I pushed off of the ground, hurrying out of the artificial light with Sam and spotting Steve and Bucky where theyâd finally come to a stop with War Machine.
âStand down,â Rhodey warned from behind the visor. Sam and I brought our hands up, crowding closer to the others as German Special Forces closed us in. Bucky and Steve turned their heads to see who else he could possibly be addressing; I saw recognition wash over Buckyâs face in a quick, painful wave before he turned back to the matter at hand.
I wouldâve moved closer, but there was Samâs hand on my shoulder, carefully anchoring me in place to stop me from doing something stupid, like breaking into a run when there were god knows how many guns pointed at us. Part of me didnât care. Bucky was here, he was in one piece, he saw me and he knew exactly who I was. But I also wasnât the only one in the line of fire, and one stupid word or step out of line could spell even worse consequences for all of us. I cast Sam a pleading look despite this, and he gave me a small shake of his head.
I kept carefully quiet as I watched soldiers shove Bucky to the ground and cuff him. Across from them, CatMan retracted his claws, reached up, and pulled off his helmet. My eyes widened at the sight of Prince TâChalla. It took everything in me not to fight the cuffs being put on me, not to argue as I was strong-armed toward a vehicle with Sam and Steve and Prince TâChalla.
âShouldnât he be getting a limo?â Sam muttered as we were nudged into a van. I shot him a look, fighting the smile that pulled at my lips.
We were fucked, and we knew it. The Accords had been signed, we were way out of jurisdiction; we had gone essentially gone rogue. The ride was fairly quiet. Until,
âSo, you like cats?â
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Quinn - Chapter 1 (This Wasnât the Plan)
Hello all! Itâs been a while since Iâve posted some of my own writing. Iâve decided to make a side story to Elisha, which is what this is! I hope yall are interested in some Quinn whump >:3c
Taglist: (considering this is a similar but also different series, Iâm tagging Elishaâs people, but feel free to want to be removed from this taglist! I will make sure to make the difference.) @faewhumpâ @galaxywhumpâ @castielamigos-whump-side-blogâ @insanitywishesâ @burtlederpâ @whumpasaurus101â @simplygrimlyâ (ask if you want tagged!)
CW: nonhuman whumpee, creepy whumper, muzzles, forced muzzling, fantasy racism, kidnapping, smoking, guns, briefly mentioned assassination attempt, manhandled, getting patted down, gut punching, drugging, needles
Word Count: 2,799
Itâs a dull ringing that rouses him from his sleep - an annoying tone that heâd sworn to fix and still hasnât gotten around to.
Quinn groans at the rude awakening, and rolls his head over to see why it was going off by planting his hand on his phone and dragging it closer. It reads unknown against a background of black. Despite the annoyance that makes his tail curl lazily in his bed, he still swipes his finger across the bottom to answer it, bringing it up to his ear.
âHello?â
The other side of the line is quiet for a moment, before a gruff voice, a little lower than Quinn expects, speaks. âThis number was provided in relation to contacting a âQuinn Devereuxâ. Is this who Iâm speaking to?â
âThis is he,â Quinn says, sliding his blankets off of him, confusion lighting his voice.
âI am calling on behalf of my employer, Mr. Delaney, who has arrived at the meeting place. Except, it does not appear that you are there. I do hope you plan to be on schedule, yes?â
Ah, hell.
Quinn sits up in the bed quickly as alarm saps all the weight from his body. âUh, of course not! âPologies, I was planninâ on makinâ it a uhâŚâ he pauses to bring his phone down and note the time, which is about ten âtil nine. Shit, shit shit- âa little earlier than this. Same place, right? That old abandoned house?â
âYes. Donât be late, Quinn. We wouldnât want this deal going south, now would we?â
ââCourse! I mean, I-'' The phone makes a beeping noise to indicate that the other side hung up, stopping Quinn in his tracks. He looks down at it to be sure, before heaving a large sigh. Itâs going to be one of those days it seems.
He needs to work fast. Firstly Quinn rifles through his apartment for nice-ish looking clothes, and though heâs never bought a suit and swears that heâs not going to no matter how much his Ma tells him to, he finds one of the newer button-up shirts that he bought recently. He scans its surface in case it magically had gathered stains on it while sitting in his dresser drawer in exile, but considering he only wore it once for a job interview he figures itâll do the trick. He slips it on and finds some day old jeans that donât smell too awful before he takes a look at himself in the mirror.
Heâs a little worse for wear, but at a quick glance itâs only those faint dark circles underneath his eyes that catches his attention the most. Quinn combs through his black hair with his fingers, flattening it to look more presentable while also unhooking strands that wrap around his antlers and the bright orange tag against his ear. He pauses there, looking himself up and down.
Bedraggled and half awake, in clothes that are only somewhat clean. Going to a shady place to make a shady deal on behalf of people he barely knows.
âYou can do this,â he quietly tells his reflection as he leans against the sink. âGet in, get out, get paid. Get in, get out, get paid.â
He repeats the phrase a few more times, committing it to memory on his way out. He picks up the handwritten letter heâd left on the small table at the front door and stuffs it into his front pocket. Then Quinn grabs onto his muzzle, slipping the buckles around his antlers to fasten it loosely against his face.
As he walks out of his apartment and onto the street, he makes the mistake of checking his phone one heâs properly in the morning light. It reads five minutes before his meeting, and he still has a ways to walk yet. Quinn lets out an exasperated sigh, eyes falling upwards to the adjacent apartment complex. Itâs there he notes some curtains quickly shutter closed. His eyes narrow.
Thereâs someone watching you. Real strange fellow, he remembers the considerate old lady from down the hall telling him.
Tell me something I donât know, he had responded. Quinn wouldnât be surprised if it turns out it was just his employer keeping a good and proper eye on information.
To make up for time, he runs. Quinn dips into the alleyways to escape the busy streets of the morning, taking a few turns that heâs become familiar with while walking through the streets. A couple turns here and there, and he exits out onto another main street very close to his destination. He counts himself lucky he remembers the address at all. It would have been embarrassing as hell to have to ask the guy on the phone where he was supposed to have this meeting in the first place.
Quinn jogs up to the specific house, noting the old âfor saleâ sign that doesnât even have a number on it anymore. Itâs a huge place, once a mansion that was abandoned a long time ago because of bad press or something. Heâs never looked at it before; even looking as ruined as it is by time, the place is still out of his price range.
He knocks on the door politely, taking the small pause to smooth out his clothes in a last ditch effort to not look like he had just gotten up a little bit ago, and waits patiently. The door creaks open with several yearsâ old whine that makes him wince, squinting one eye while he notices a human, dressed in dark clothing with short brown hair and amber eyes, staring back at him. Due to the muzzle making him unable to speak, Quinn offers a small wave before hovering his pinkie over his mouth and thumb over his ear, then pointing to the man. The human offers no reaction, but merely steps to the side. He takes the cue and steps inside the house.
Itâs not as majestic as he once thought it might be. It hasnât been taken care of in ages; the wallpaper is peeling off of the walls and there are holes in the floor, and the more Quinn steps through the house and hears it creak in response to him the more he wonders if the whole thing is going to cave in on him. Itâs practically a deathtrap at this point.
He tries to make his reservations known to the human with a pause, knitting his brows in an uncomfortable position as he shoots a glance back at him, but he doesn't get the message.
The human opens up an old door for him that Quinn peeks around. Thereâs another human sitting in a chair in the middle of the living room, his legs crossed as he reclines into his seat. Thereâs a cigarette in one hand trailing smoke into the air, filling the room with its scent. His dirty blonde hair was perfectly styled like his fancy suit, and the only thing that didnât look put together was the rough stubble against his chin.
The man who greeted Quinn closes the door behind both of them and steps around, joining another man with different hair behind the reclining humanâs chair. The human in the chair - the boss heâs supposed to speak to, he supposes, flicks out his left wrist to check his watch almost casually. Then, he looks to Quinn with that icy blue stare of his.
âRight on time, it seems,â he says. Quinn tries not to let the dual feelings of discomfort and relief wash over his face too plainly. The man motions to a table he hadnât seen yet. âPlease, take off that muzzle. We canât talk business if, well, you canât talk, now can we?â
At his behest, Quinn slides his fingers up to the buckles against his head to loosen them and pull the muzzle off of his face. As itâs drawn away he takes a moment to work his jaws, careful not to bare his teeth too much in the presence of other humans, just in case. Then he places the muzzle on the table.
âThanks for that. Are you uh, Mr. Delaney?â Quinn asks.
âYes. I believe you have a message for me?â Delaney sits up in his chair and takes a long drag of his cigarette.
âUh, yes, I do, I-â As Quinn reaches into his pocket to pull out the letter heâd been given, both of the humans to Delaneyâs left and right immediately pull out guns and aim them directly at him. His chest goes cold. âWhoa, whoa, Iâm just pullinâ out a letter!â
Delaney brays out a chuckle, puffing out smoke like some sort of dragon. âYouâll have to forgive these two. A bit jumpy after the last attempt, especially with lone messengers like you. Can never be too careful. You understand, right?â His eyes are squinted from his friendly smile, but thereâs an emptiness in them that makes Quinn uncomfortable. Moreso when he waves his free hand towards Quinn and tells the guards to, âsearch him.â
The two bodyguards step forward without putting their guns away. Quinn swallows and stays perfectly still just like his Pa always told him to, allowing the two to move his arms about and go through his pockets. Itâs a bit awkwardly invasive with two sets of hands patting him down like they are, but heâd rather have his personal space invaded than, well, the other outcome. The guards dig into all of his pockets, pulling up his wallet and the letter that had come from Quinnâs employer.
The human who found the letter gives Quinn a side eye that makes him draw a blank in terms of words, before opening the letter himself. He draws out the paper that was carefully handwritten and placed, unfolding it like it was a bomb of some sort.
Quinn was watching him like a hawk, so much so that he didnât notice the other human had stepped away and given his wallet to Delaney.
âSo, Quinn, it seems. Youâll have to forgive me for not remembering, itâs hard to remember everyoneâs name nowadays. What brings you to this type of work, huh?â Delaney went on, rifling through Quinnâs wallet with curiosity.
âUm, I-I needed the money,â he mutters, watching the bodyguards hand the letter off to Delaney. âFor the record, my employer thought itâd look wrong to bring more people besides, well, me. Wants to be cordial anâ all.â Itâs not really his message, but he canât help but feel a bubbling nervous feeling in his stomach as Delaney reads the letter.
âYou mean he doesnât want to lose any more men, so he figured Iâd take mercy on just the messenger,â Delaney cooly corrects.
âWell Iâm not sure what my employerâd think, but Iâd for sure want the messenger tâ be spared,â Quinn says in the attempt at a joke.
When no one in the room laughs, he curls his tail around his ankle.
Delaney huffs a small bit of laughter as he reaches the end of the letter, beginning to slowly rip it up into little pieces and shoving it into his nice suit. âQuinn, do you know what happens when you give someone an inch?â
âThey take a mile?â He swallows as the human stands up from his chair and adjusts his cufflinks.
âYes, good, at least youâre not totally brain dead like some Iâve seen. Iâm not about to relent and give that man a fraction of space like heâs requesting. You of all people should know that this is my territory, right? Where I do my business?â
âRight, but-â His breath hitches when the guard next to him grabs onto his shoulders and holds him before he can step forward. âThis agreement is so they wonât encroach, is all. Wouldnât itâd be better to not have any more territory disputes?â
Delaney regards him for a moment, having to tilt his head upwards just slightly due to Quinnâs height. Then he smiles a bit more widely. âI donât think weâll be making a deal today. But⌠I think weâll take care of it from here. When are you meeting with your employer again?â
âAs, as soon as I can.â Quinnâs eyes frantically look around for an exit as the other bodyguard closes in. He needs to get out of here. Now. âIâll uh, leave you to it then, I guess. Sorry we couldnât come to some sorta agreement-â
âLet me at least escort you out. My treat,â Delaney offers with an extended hand towards the door.
âUm, I âpreciate the offer, but, I actually have a uh, a few things to tend to after this, so-â
The bodyguard holding him delivers a solid blow to his middle, knocking the air out of him in one fell swoop. Quinn doubles over, held up only by the strong hands gripping onto his shirt now, gasping to fill his lungs quickly.
âPerhaps I wasnât very clear. I wasnât asking, Quinn.â Delaney tilts his head to the side to catch his eye. âIâm not about to let you blab about everything you saw here just yet. Need a few things in order, you know? I just need to know if youâre coming with me willingly, or if my men need to get involved.â
âHold⌠hold on a minute now,â he says quickly and yet still breathless as the panic wells in his chest instead of the oxygen he desperately needed. âIâm, Iâm just a messenger, Iâm not- what-what are you doing?â
Delaney had sighed and looked to his other body guard while Quinn was talking. He points over to the muzzle lying on the table and flicks his hand. âMuzzle him. I donât have time to deal with his blabbering.â
Quinnâs arms are wrestled behind him before he can realize. The bodyguard is stronger than he thought, and he holds him still long enough for the other one to draw close enough, muzzle in hand. He struggles, lifting his head out of their reach and kicking his legs out to delay the inevitable. One of them grabs his antlers, jerking his head downwards for long enough that they can wrap the buckles around his face. Theyâre affixed tightly against his face, muffling most of the panicked cries erupting from his throat beyond whines.
âEnough of that whining,â he hears from Delaney as a firm command. He glances over with terrified eyes to see him pull a phone out of his pocket. âI have to make a call. Oh, you two, make sure to get him comfortable in the trunk, will you?â
The two humans nod, and drag him out of the room. Quinn screams as best he can through his nose, kicking his legs and struggling to get away from them as best he can. One of them spits out a curse, unhooking the gun from their side.
âShut the fuck up,â he hisses. âIâm not dealing with a spitfire devil today. Iâll just shoot you and get it over with. You want that?â Quinn breathes hard and shakes his head frantically. âThen fucking act like it.â
They pull him out of the house with little issue after that. Quinnâs tail coils, tightening painfully against his ankle as it worries at the fabric and skin, as they approach a dark car with tinted windows. One of the bodyguards walks to the other side and pulls out a few items from the front seat, and Quinn can hear the clinking of chain along with it.
Heâs suddenly thrust forward, and his face impacts against the side of the car. His bright eyes go wide, searching frantically for whatâs happening, and then he feels metal tightly wrap around both of his wrists. Then he is taken from the side of the car to its back, as one of the bodyguards opens up the trunk. Quinn jerks against the cuffs holding his hands together, frustrated and scared tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
This canât be happening, he thinks, looking at the interior of the trunk. His antlers are roughly grabbed again, dragging his head to the side. He canât help but roll the thought around in his head, how this wasnât supposed to be how it went, as something sharp sticks into the side of his neck. Quinn squirms, a muted whine slipping from his nose as a wave of dizziness hits him and his legs nearly buckle. The guards take the opportunity and throw him into the back of the trunk, and as Quinn lands with a harsh thud his vision blurs from the force of the impact.
âGet comfortable,â the one who cursed at him before remarks. âYouâre gonna be with us for a while, I think.â
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Call out. (Matt Casey)
Summary: You and your husband Matt Casey were helping the charity run when a bomb goes off.
Words: 1414
Requested: Yes!
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Warning/A/N: mentions of blood and injury. Y/F/P/N: your favorite pet name. Baby, sweetheart, cupcake, etc
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You and Casey were helping for the Chicago P.D and firefighters charity run for Chicago Medical. Jay Halstead one of the best detectives, he's also your brother comes up to you and Casey. "Casey, mind helping setting up a booth?"
Casey agreed and looked at you. "I'm gonna go into the hospital and get the registration forms,"
Casey nodded and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek. "Okay, I love you,"
You smiled at the l love you but you kiss him on the lips. "I love you too,"
You and Casey were just recently married about maybe two months ago after dating for two years and engaged for one. You could hear Jay make a comment and Casey told him told, shut up or he'll punch him. You laughed at the two of them. They weren't the best of friends when the first met but now they are like brothers cause well they technically are now. You get into the hospital and made it up to the second floor which was where the main lobby and the forms were at it. "I'm here to pick up the race registration forms?"
The receptionist looked through some papers but finally found them. "Here you go. Sorry about that. A lot of paperwork today,"
You smiled at her. You knew how busy a work day can get within a matter of seconds. "I know how that is,"
She smiled at you before you had starting walking back down to the stairs. You had an irrational fear of elevators. You knew how funny that sounded because you were a fire fighter. If you had to, you would take an elevator, but if you could choose, the stairs it would be.
You had just made it to the top step of the stairs when a loud boom went off.
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Casey had woken up to a ringing in his ear and his vision fuzzy and to laying on the ground. He got up as fast as he could and looked around and saw a giant hole in the hospital. When the ringing had finally subsided, the screams and the crying started. Casey started shouting out orders to the other firefighters and getting uninjured civilians to help out. He didn't know how long had passed when he saw Truck 81 and Engine 51 pull up. He ran up to Boden, and Boden asked him what happened. "I don't know all the know is that there was a loud boom, and I was knocked out and when I came too, there was a giant hole in the hospital, people were screaming, car alarms were going off. Just pure chaos,"
At this time, Jay had ran up to Casey. "Matt, where's my sister? She's not answering her phone,"
That's when it hit him. He hadn't seen her. He had been so preoccupied with helping people that he didn't know where she was, but he looked towards the building. "She was in the hospital getting the forms when the bomb went off,"
Jay tried to run into the hospital but Casey stopped him. "Jay. NO. It's not safe,"
"That's MY sister in there, and YOUR wife could be hurt. Don't tell me not to go in there,"
"Jay, we don't even know if she's in the hospital. I'll find her. Stay put. You trusted me with to protect her for three years. Trust me now,"
Jay looks at the hospital and then back at Casey and nodded. "Alright text me as soon as you find her,"
"I will,"
Casey frantically looked around the parking lot and when he couldn't find her, he ran to the hole in the building. He started to climb the rubble but just merely missed a piece of ceiling falling. "CASEY!"
He turned and looked at Severide whose pointing above him and saw that the entire ceiling was about to fall. Casey moved out of the way just in time before the entire ceiling fall.
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You had woken up to being under a slab of cement, you couldn't move, talk, scream nothing. "Y/N? CASEY?"
You heard Severide call out for you and you tried to say something back but you couldn't muster up anything, not even a tiny squeak. You looked around to see if you can make any sound with anything. You spotted a rod that you can pull down, and it'll make a sound. You reached up and did it once. "BABY! WHERE ARE YOU? CALL OUT?"
You reached up and pulled the rode down further and this time, it made a loud sound. "WE HEARD THAT! DO IT AGAIN,"
You couldn't reach up and do it again, after a few seconds you heard Casey call out to you. "COME ON, IF THAT'S MY WIFE DOING THAT. BABY, I KNOW YOU ARE PROBABLY TIRED BUT DO IT AGAIN, THAT'S ALL WE NEED ONE MORE GOOD SOUND AND WE WILL FIND YOU. PLEASE DO IT AGAIN,"
You had to reach up three times before you could pull the rod back down but you managed to do it and it was louder than the other ones. "IM COMING,"
You don't know how long it was when you saw a flashlight shinning the other way. You got an adrenaline spike when you saw that flashlight. So with all you have, you finally yelled. "MATTY! I'M HERE. HELP ME,"
The flashlight had quickly moved to where it had landed on you. "Hold on, we're coming,"
It had taken than less than three minutes to get to you. They saw that a slab of cement had you pinned down. "Is this pushing you on?"
You shook your head.
"Are you in pain?"
You shook your head again.
It wasn't pushing against you or were you in pain. The slab had you pinned, yes but it wasn't actually hurting you. The boys shinned the light on the slab. "You stuck in between two slabs. Your right leg is caught in between them. This might hurt I'm gonna try to free your leg,"
You nodded and grabbed onto Casey arm to brace yourself. Severide had gently but quickly got your leg free but once again it didn't hurt. "You're free, let's get you out of here,"
Casey had put you on his back and as soon as you were out of the rubble, he had slide you off his back and as soon as he did you instantly passed out, Casey almost not being able to catch you. That's when he noticed blood on your shirt. He quickly sits down with you in his lap and lifts up your shirt, you had a gash in your stomach that was bleeding badly. "DAWSON! I NEED HELP!"
Dawson comes running over and sees you unconscious in Casey's arms. "Oh shit,"
Dawson runs over to you and pushes down on your wound.
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It had been a few hours since you had passed out from blood lost and you were in surgery. Casey was losing himself so was your brother. Casey had seen the nurse took you into the hospital come out into the waiting room. He stood up and walked over there. "How she is?"
"I can't tell you that sir,"
"What do you mean, you can't tell me? I'M HER HUSBAND! You either going to tell me how she is or take me to see her, or I will do it myself,"
"Mr. Casey,"
Casey turned around and saw the doctor that was doing your surgery. "Doc, how is she?"
"Your wife is out of surgery, but she is sleeping. She will make a full recovery. I will have a nurse come and get you when she wakes up,"
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"I was wondering why I wasn't feeling any pain, I just thought it might been the adrenaline running through my body,"
Matt looked at you and gave the side of your head a kiss. "Probably that, too. The doctor said that they'll keep you overnight to observe you but if everything goes well, you'll be released later tomorrow,"
You nodded and laid your head on your husband's shoulder and wrapped your arms around his one. "You're gonna stay with me right,?"
Matt moved his head, so he could kiss the top of your head. "Yes, baby. I don't know what I would've done if I lost you,"
You didn't answer him. You just tightened your arms around his. After a few minutes of silence. "I love you,"
"I love you too, Y/F/P/N,"
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âł Summary: You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy thereâs never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.
âł Pairing: Stripper!Jungkook/Reader
âł Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, drama, slice of life, relationship problems without the relationship, reader is such a shy baby protect her, MUTUAL pining, so much sexual frustration, Â
Word count: 13.8k
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Tags: Heavy petting, excessive foreplay, Jungkook reveals his daddy kink, nobody is surprised, mild sub/dom play, dirty talk, light spanking,
Warning: This story touches on both sexual harassment and abuse, please read with caution if any of these things are triggers to you. Additional warnings will be given when a chapter presents them.
TW: Sexual harassment and attempted rape are mentioned and referenced in this chapter please read with caution if these are triggers for you <3
Sitting awake in your bed, with a tightly clasped phone and an angry expression, this was not how you wanted to start your day. What was his problem? You didnât mean to offend him- but it didnât seem like the Jungkook you knew wouldâve took it like a personal attack, why was he acting like such a jerk?
Squeezing your phone you groaned roughly rubbing your eyes, well aware of the dark circles plaguing them from your all nighter, you were already tired you really didnât need this added on top of your building list of stressful things. With in the short span of Jungkook you had never caught him in a bad mood before and this had thrown you for a loop more than you wanted to admit, briefly you thought about just missing practice altogether for some much needed sleep but you remembered the show you had tonight.
Flopping down you groaned louder as you shoved your pillow into your head, youâd have to practice for tonight in order to not spazz out meaning youâd definitely have to go, finally after coming to terms with the fact you pulled yourself out of bed before showering and getting ready.
You couldnât get the conversation you shared with Jungkook out of your head though the entire walk to work, what had you done to warrant such a reaction from him?
You cycled through your memories before stopping at the spat he had with Hanjae, he did seem extremely broody when you left him behind, but he was fine with you at work...No- he wasnât actually- if you were correct in remembering his brief glare on you. But he up until that point understood your weariness and respected that it was your choice.
He wouldnât change his mind on it, right? All of your thoughts and brainstorming lead to nothing but dead ends and by the time you got to Cherry Bomb your eyes were tired and your brain near dead from too many thoughts between finishing your thesis, the lack of sleep and now having to figure out why Jungkook had been so harsh with you.
You didnât want to say his comment on you acting like a kid hurt, but it did. It was something you were already insecure about due to other people, and he probably didnât even know that, but still. It hurt. You swallowed your sensitivity as you pushed the doors to Cherry Bomb open, remembering your silent vow to thicken your skin.
You didnât think youâd ever have to start by ignoring Jungkookâs hurtful comment, but here you were pushing it to the back of your mind.
The sting was still evident though, surely he knew how much his opinion of you affected you, you could feel your hands beginning to quiver only to tighten them against the strap of your bag, it was too early in the morning and you were too tired for so many emotions overrunning your whole body.
You were anything but a soda drinker, but at the moment your body needed the caffeine to stave from crashing to the ground in exhaustion forcing you to swallow the bubbly liquid like it was your life line. Taehyung had bedhead and a pretty brunette sat on the stool beside you as he began stocking up alcohol behind the counter, his gaze staying on you briefly before he frowned, âYou look tired Y/n.â
âI am,â You groaned, collapsing your upper body on the counter as you sighed, âI had to stay up to finish a thesis for one of my classes today, I feel like total garbage and to boot Jungkookâs been such an ass this morning.â
You could hear Taehyung snort a laugh despite his apologetic tone, âSorry- That sounds awful, but whatâs up with Jungkook? He looked really broody this morning when he came in.â He seemed a little curious as he continued putting bottles up onto the high shelf.
âI donât know,â You sighed, resting your head against your arms as you traced patterns against the cold granite countertop leaving a brisk nip against your open skin, âItâs honestly stupid- I tried to apologize but he brushed me offâŚâ
The brunette frowned sympathetically at you and given how smiley she had been around Taehyung, you could easily take a guess in assuming this was his love Yeri who gave you a gentle smile, âYouâre Y/n right? His trainee? Heâs always been a hot and cold guy so it can come in phases...he was the same way about me for a long time,â She shifted a little in discomfort at her own words before she hummed, âBut heâll come around, he always does- Iâm Yeri by the way.â She let out a small sheepish laugh as if realizing she didnât introduce herself.
âOh I figured as much,â You returned her smile, looking a little more tired and less bright in the eyes as her before your expression slowly melted into a frown, âI hope so, I know we havenât known each other long but Iâve never seen him like this before, it just feels so out of character.â Yeri gently rubbed your back as soothingly as she could as she frowned delicately, pity in her eyes at your exhausted figure, you mustâve looked liked a kicked puppy, you honestly felt like one tooâŚ
âNo Yeriâs right, he goes through phases and tends to isolate himself at times. Iâll warn you Y/n,â Taehyung frowned as he picked up the bottle of gin, âJungkook bites as hard as he loves, donât push him to talk too much or else heâs gonna push back. Just give him some time, everything will be okay.â He gave you a sweet boxy smile in encouragement as you sighed, nodding at his words before hearing Jimin call all of the fillers to start up on the days practice. Getting up from your spot you dragged your dead body to the back of the room as usual.
Today had been particularly miserable, Chan Hee wouldnât stop passing snide comments your way and your water bottle seemed to magically be replaced with pure vodka, as if things werenât hard enough you had also received three texts from Hanjae demanding to see you soon to talk. Everyone seemed unable to leave you alone- except for the one person you had been hoping to talk too. Time had passed too fast and it was already 9:45- well past the time Jungkook usually picked you up from the main room.
Should you go back on your own? You still didnât feel one hundred percent comfortable walking back on your own unless Jungkook specifically stated you needed too and he hadnât even greeted you this morning like he usually did before he went back to practice on his own. Should you send him a text? Worry was beginning to gnaw in your stomach and you couldnât keep yourself from fidgeting, you didnât like being on bad terms with Jungkook, it left you feeling both empty and anxious at the same time with a bitter twinge of the last memory you spoke.
You were never one to hold a grudge for long- if at all. He could call you childish all he wanted- you were used to it by now anyways, you just wished heâd tell you what the problem was, what had you explicitly said that set him off? But in the end, if he wasnât even going to accept your apology, you supposed it was useless. You glanced at the hallway again, feeling a twist of hurt bubbling in your stomach as you glanced back at your phone, one text wouldnât hurt, right?
You could barely seen your screen as droplets of tears pattered against your phone, you told yourself you werenât going to cry! But you couldnât stop the sniffle from escaping you at how cold his words were. What could you have done to make him like this? You didnât deserve this kind of treatment furthermore no matter what you did. Why couldnât he just talk to you?
âGuess we know who finally dropped the little baby,â Chan Hee stood in front of you, her voice going higher in a mocking baby tone as she snorted a laugh, âWhat did you expect? Someone like Jungkook would never waste his time on a girl like you. Might as well start packing up now.â You opened your mouth but all your lips did was quiver as more tears dripped down your face causing her to laugh again. You mustâve looked pathetic.
Chan Heeâs words were just salt on an already open wound, maybe she was right, he clearly wasnât about to waste his time on a single word you had too say, his curt, cold message was clear of that.
Rubbing your eyes you intended to ignore her until the familiar Nike shoes of Seulgi came into view, âFuck off you dirty fiend, donât you have another girls life force to feed off of?â She instantly wrapped her arm around you defensively as she gritted her teeth.
Chan Hee only rose her brows before laughing, âKeep your bitch on itâs leesh L/n.â She said nothing more before whipping around and sauntering away. Seulgi looked ready to pummel her into next week but stopped at your sniffling before her expression crumbled.
âIs it Jungkook?â She asked frowning, three words and another sob broke from your lips and your vision of your blurred again as you closed your eyes defeatedly while nodding, âAwwh donât cry Y/n, Iâm sure heâs just having a bad day, have you tried texting him?â
You nodded trying to muffle your sobs as you noticed people beginning to glance your way, the last place you wanted to cry your eyes out was in the main room of Cherry Bomb in front of dozens of fillers, âHe said weâd talk later,â You tried to calm your breathing by inhaling slowly, forcing the bubbling of your cries down your throat before swallowing thickly, âI canât force him to talk Seulgi, I think...I think Iâm just gonna head home, I need to get some rest before class today.â You wiped your eyes as she sent you a look of pity while frowning.
Giving your shoulder a squeeze she nodded, âGet some rest babe you need it after today, see you tonight?â She asked a little hesitant, as if unsure if sheâd see for work. And as much as you wanted to just take the whole day off, life went on and you were being dragged along for the ride, you really needed the money tonight and youâd be not only depressed, but also broke if you decided to stay in, âYeah, Iâll see you tonight.â You nodded before giving her one last look and heading out the door.
Could today get any worse?
âNow just step forward, itâs important you keep your weight on your standing foot so when you go to turn your working leg in itâs a lot sharper and gives a more clean look,â You demonstrated, turning your left leg towards you before turning it out once more. Both Namjoon and Seokjin looked utterly adorable as they studied your position, as if taking mental notes before trying it themselves.
Relaxing from your position you nodded as you watched them give it a couple of tries before smiling, âSee! Itâs not that difficult, it just takes practice to get the movement, can we play it with the music so I can watch?â You laughed at both of their grimaces before Seokjin groaned and nodded. Taking a seat by the mirror you pulled out your phone before turning on the music, watching them work on the combination again, Namjoon had gotten off count and Seokjin was still struggling with his foot placing but you couldnât help but beam with pride, they were such quick learners and hard workers! If they kept up the good work theyâd be great in no time at all.
They were near out of breath by the time they finished the combination but you were already up on your feet excitedly clapping your hands as you grinned wide, âAwesome job guys! I know it feels like you arenât doing well but you really are! Results just take time to see, like anything else.â
âI donât know how you have the energy to do this every day on top of work and practice.â Namjoon admitted as he took a drink from his water bottle, wiping the sweat from his brow as you gave a small laugh, tugging on the strands of your ponytail as you shrugged. It was taxing but after so long your body had eventually got used to the demanding hours dance took.
Adding stripping into the mix and extra practice for that threw your body for a loop, not used to giving even more energy and admittedly your feet had been tired and sore from being on the go for so long especially with the heels you wore for work.
âYou get used to it after so long,â You offered a small smile before shrugging, âTrying to get used to work is the more difficult part for me, but Iâm survivingâŚâ Your smile melted at the thought of Jungkook before sighing, you still hadnât heard from him the rest of the day and currently you had just finished up your own practice with Namjoon and Seokjin, who had came by after your own rehearsal and planned on heading to work from the studio together.
Both Seokjin and Namjoon exchanged glances before giving you sympathetic looks of their own before Namjoon spoke up, âDonât take it to heart Y/n, Jungkook is just going through the motions right now, I tried telling him to not give you the cold shoulder but he brushed me off this morning, he can be a stubborn ass when he wants to be.â
You tried to keep your lips from not quivering but the idea was upsetting, so he really was giving you the cold shoulder? You didnât want to say you were desperate for an answer but you didnât like being on bad terms with anyone, let alone Jungkook, âWhat did I do Nam? Why is he so upset?â Your eyes were glossy and pleading as you fiddled with your fingers, letting your gaze drop to the floor as you swallowed back the sob that wanted to filter through your lips.
Namjoon sighed before he ran a hand through his hair, giving you a sad apologetic smile, âItâs really not for me to tell, and even if I wanted too he hasnât really told anyone whatâs going on. Heâs just been brooding the whole day, RosĂŠ tried to talk to him butâŚâ He cringed before sighing.
It was Seokjin who spoke up next, his expression a little more irritated as he crossed his arms, âThat kid really needs to get it under control, one of these days heâs gonna lose the few people he has left if he keeps acting like this,â He looked a little ruffled but then you remembered RosĂŠ was his trainee once upon a time, a natural protectiveness for the girl was obviously still there even after so long, âSeriously Y/n, Jungkook has a good heart but he has a temper and emotional maturity of a five year old, itâs not an excuse for his behavior but heâll get over it, he usually does.â
You felt a little better, but you still couldnât help but be worried. If there was anything you could do to rectify wherever things went wrong with Jungkook youâd do it in a heartbeat. You just wished heâd give you a chance. Seokjin sighed before wrapping an arm around your shoulders, âCome on, we better get to work, I know youâre on stage tonight, right?â
âWell yeahâŚâ You shrugged before frowning as you all exited the studio, Namjoon had been kind enough to pick you up from your apartment and had said heâd be more than happy to drive everyone to work, it was the least he could do considering you were helping them free of charge.
Youâd never accept their money though even if they tried, you were all broke in college and even as soloist you had become aware that they were still very particular on how they chose to spend their money. Arriving to Cherry Bomb it was already in full swing, your shift was short today and you werenât about to complain, you just had a few dances on stage before being able to go home. Your wallet would be crying at the lack of hours but atleast youâd get home a little earlier than normal.
Sitting down at your vanity in the filler room the chatter bounced off the walls and you could feel a few girls passing you stares while talking, you wouldnât be surprised if you and Jungkook were the topic of Cherry Bomb right now, especially given your embarrassing breakdown earlier that morning. God why did you have to be like this? Pressing the fake lashes on you stood up to start getting changed, you were beginning to get used to the risque lingerie.
The black lace thong that rode up your ass wasnât as uncomfortable anymore granted you had finally broke down and started wearing thongs more regularly in your day to day attire to try and become more used to the feeling, the tight pushup bra you put on however was still a foreign feeling when all you wore was the opposite every day.
The room had suddenly became a lot more hushed when the door opened, making you furrow your brows as you pulled the skirt up to your waist, turning to look only for your eyes to meet the burning pair that focused only on you.
Jungkook had been talking to Namjoon as his eyes flickered over you, whatever tension he had in his shoulders relaxing but his expression only hardened further before he turned to continue his conversation as if you didnât exist.
âYikes.â One of the girls next to your own vanity whispered to her friend before they before sniggered at your expression, forcing your eyes back on your vanity as you swallowed thickly. Refusing to acknowledge the pang of hurt in your chest at his treatment of you as you continued getting dressed.
Youâd be on stage in less than ten minutes, your emotions and tears would just have to wait.
Pulling your hair up you took one last deep breath before heading out the door with the rest of your group.
You were on the far left of the stage today and somehow, it made things a bit easier and you didnât feel as pressured to perform. Stripping- was still a scary thing to do but as soon as you shed your clothes you hadnât even noticed the dollar bills flying your way, it looked roughly the same as your last dance worth, but hey, twenty could get you not only coffee but a lunch to go with it. You werenât about to complain.
You could tell your performance wasnât as sharp today though, the back of your mind was still clouded with Jungkook, who was somewhere out in the crowd sitting with a group of women no doubt keeping them entertained. Scanning through the crowd you finally spotted the two figures you had been hoping would keep their word. The two men from yesterday, the one who had been relentlessly flirting with you had his eyes locked on your figure while his friend- Alex was it? Had been sunk in his seat while glancing towards the floor, his friend occasionally knocking his shoulder as if trying to get him out of his head.
You could tell when someone wasnât interested in strippers and he definitely was one of them. Stepping off the stage you could feel a plenty of gazes on your near naked figure, you were determined to make an extra tip tonight and at least his friend was up for a lapdance. Hopefully this would go well. You sauntered over to their table instantly perking the flirts attention, you gave them a teasing smile as you waved, tracing the edge of his chair as you circled it, âThanks for coming, I always love the audience.â
âIâm flattered but my friend could really use a pick-me-up.â He winked at you before jerking his head to his friend, who shifted in his seat, his cheeks a little flushed under the lights and you could instantly tell he wasnât comfortable with the idea.
Smile you stepped in front of him again as you replied, âI donât dance for anyone who isnât comfortable with it.â You explained gently as you began to circle your hips, dropping slowly down into a slut drop to get at eye level with the flirt, âAt least let me treat you.â You allowed your hands to stroke up his thighs, his gaze cast over to his friend briefly before laughing.
âAlright youâve won me over.â Smiling you stood up before placing yourself down into his lap, it was ironic how okay you felt, or maybe it was the mutual consent? You werenât sure, you hadnât practiced on lapdancing a whole lot, but there wasnât a lot too it, right? You assumed you mustâve been doing something right by the way his hands were clenching at his sides, trying to keep from touching you as your hips got to work.
Your cheeks were beginning to get a little hot, especially when you felt the stiff boner in his pants but you didnât relent. The only thing, that caused you to falter for a split second was when your eyes found your mentor.
He sat a few tables away and even though he was in direct view of you- he had to have seen you. He still refused to look at you, instead he chose to direct his attention on the four women he had been seated with, even going as far as grabbing the hand of the girl he sat by, nipping at her palm before kissing it with a playful wink.
You werenât hurt at all! You didnât care! Who said you cared because you definitely didnât!
You swallow thickly instantly looking away and ignoring the drop in your stomach and the pang that waved through your chest, this was fine! You werenât together and he had every right to do whatever he wanted with any girl! It wouldnât be fair of you to act like you were together when you were in fact, separated from your own boyfriend and he was single.
You had just thought maybeâŚ
Pressing your forearms against the man's shoulders you finished your lap dance before the music had come to an end. You felt the band of your panties lifted and the bill set between your skin and the material as you quickly got up, forcing a smile and pushing the gloss in your eyes back, âThanks for coming gents!â
âWait,â The flirt instantly stopped you before giving a quick cough, as if not wanting to become too eager, âAt least let us buy you a drink?â He offered, looking a little more timid than before as if hoping you wouldnât reject him.
Giving a small smile you ran a hand through your hair before nodding, âOf course! This was my last dance of the night, letâs head up to the bar.â The flirt had introduced himself as Minjun and apparently his friend Alex- had been a transfer student from America currently attending the university. Of course you had to compliment his fluid Korean, you had assumed he was a foreigner by his name but still, it was impressive when he told you he knew several languages and picked up Korean in only a few years.
Taehyung was practically rooting for you behind the bar, sending you embarrassing thumbs up everytime they both looked away making you scowl at him while Yoongi fixed your drinks.
âSo what brings you both to Cherry Bomb? I know most of the times the reason is pretty obvious butâŚâ You clacked your lips before you offered them a smile, âReasons seemed a bit different today.â
You didnât want to pry but you couldnât help but notice the air between the both of them seemed different today, when they interacted with each other compared to the night before.
It was ironic, but people often poured their problems out to you when you sat down and talked to them, it was odd how easy it was to open up to a stripper only there for a paycheck.
Minjun sighed as he shifted in his seat, you instantly noticed Alex glance back towards his drink before slumping again, âHeâs been having some girl problems recently, I figured Iâd take him here to try and get his mind off of things but...heâs not much of a club guy if you couldnât tell.â He laughed a little, somewhat affectionately as if he were his little brother. They were obviously very close.
âWell it takes one to know one,â You replied gently before giving a soft laugh of your own, offering a small smile to Alex as if understanding his pain, âLike I said before, Iâm actually not into clubs, especially now considering I work at one.â Your smile turned a little more shy as you traced the rim of your glass, noticing Minjunâs frown at his phone before he sighed, his brows pressed together in mild worry before giving you an apologetic smile.
âIâm sorry but Iâm going to have to go, my little sister is having her own relationship problems.â You laughed at his wording before nodding, telling him it was more than okay before he paid the tab and made his way to the exit of the club, leaving you and Alex sitting alone.
Giving a sigh your expression turned more soft at the poor guy as you frowned, âIâm sorry about last night, I know what it feels like- trust me. Anyways, that was my last dance of the night so Iâm gonna head off.â You got up from your seat intending to make your way to the staff area before Alex suddenly perked up.
âW-wait!â He fumbled out almost a little desperate, as if your previous words stirred something inside him, turning around you raised your brows at his abrupt call, his cheeks flushed again as if realizing it himself but he continued to fumble, âC-can I buy you for the night?â Your lips parted at his words before he realized just what that sounded like, âNot..not like that I meanâŚâ He ran a hand through his hair before muttering something in english, âUh- I just need an outside opinion on the situation and I know strippers are never free and being a therapist really isnât your job butâŚâ He trailed off at the sound of your laugh.
Smiling brightly you couldnât help but let your expression soften again as you nodded, âOf course, tell you what. Thereâs an amazing takeout japanese place close to here that runs 24/7, let me go get changed and we can get something to eat there and talk, sound good?â He nodded rapidly, giving a relieved smile as he relaxed a little, letting you go to get changed as he waited by the bar.
Pulling on the sports bra and loose tank top you hadnât packed anything except sweatpants and given it was almost three in the morning you were sure Alex wouldnât mind the informality, that and he had seen you almost completely naked, that probably helped in its own way. You grabbed your bag before making your way back out to the bar where Alex stood, money in hand as he gave it to you.
âAlright, letâs go.â You grabbed his forearm with an encouraging smile as you led him out of Cherry Bomb, the air was nice and cool against your skin, making you realize the club had been stifled and hot even against your open skin that had been on display most of the night.
The walk was short and you had gotten used to nightlife in Seoul after going for fast food after work so many nights, you were often starving and strippers werenât allowed to eat on the job, mixing that with a couple of drinks, an empty stomach was never a good way to go to bed.
Sitting down in the booth you opened up your takeout box, pulling your hair up into a messy bun as you gave him a smile, âSo, is this about the birthday girl?â
Alex blinked a few times before quickly letting his gaze drop to his own food, playing with his chopsticks before he murmured, âYou mean Jiwoo?â He pressed his tongue into his cheek before sighing, running a hand through his hair before he admitted, âIâve liked her for over two yearsâŚ? It started out as just a crush and I didnât really think much of it but...things have gotten weird between us I guess.â He picked at his food, his face dejected at the memory which made your heart ache for him, the poor guy looked completely crushed, and after last night's display it was no wonder.
Curling your knees into your chest you leaned against the window as you hummed, âWhat do you mean? How did things go from fine to weird?â You know you didnât know him personally, but youâd never turn away someone who needed your help, or at least your opinion on a situation, especially one that seemed so heartbreaking for him.
âThings were fine until four months ago, I mean we had gotten really close andâŚâ He groaned, facepalming as he muttered, âWe ended up going to a party and drinking a lot- I donât remember but Iâm pretty sure I confessed- sheâs been acting weird ever since. But to go and sleep with a stripper? Itâs so unlike her er-â It seemed as if he was going to say your name- only to realize he had yet to learn it, â...I mean do I even stand a chance with a guy like that?â
You frowned at his words. The answer was- he probably didnât. Jungkook was the most charismatic person you had ever met, he knew all the right things to say and his confidence could win you a thousand times over, and of course his good looks and incredible build only furthered his chances with any girl on the planet, âWell,â You paused, glancing down at the table yourself, trying to push the image Jungkook had sent of himself and the girl- Jiwoo in chat away from your mind, âMy mentor is a lot of things Alex- but committed probably isnât one of them,â He seemed to notice the own dejection you held as you sighed, âI doubt you have to worry about him stealing her away, heâs extremely adamant about actually getting close to any of our clients.â
âWaitâŚâ Alex faltered in his sentence as he pressed his lips together, âAre you and himâŚ?â He trailed off his words, as if not wanting to really ask, but wanting to make sure this situation hadnât involved more members then he realized.
Your lips parted and your pupils widened as you fumbled, âOh no! Itâs nothing like that-â You gave a tense laugh as you rubbed your neck, âJungkook and IâŚâ You squinted your eyes as you glanced at the table, what were you? Friends? Just trainee and mentor? âItâsâŚ.itâs complicated,â You sighed as your expression dropped, âHeâs my mentor for stripping.â You explained before picking at your own food, âBut...I donât know our relationship is weird, weâre friends but- itâs a weird situation.â You shrugged, not wanting to think about it any longer before you hummed, âHave you told her you like while sober?â
âHell no!â Alex replied a little too fast, just the idea made him look nervous and he was probably working a knot in his stomach at just the idea of confessing, he could still remember being nervous when he was drunk, god only knew what itâd be like if he did it sober.
You clacked your tongue before shaking your head, âI know itâs scary, but you should just be honest with her and tell her.â It wasnât an appealing idea, you understood, but at the end of the day if she wasnât interested in it would be better for him to know and move on. You hadnât known him for more than a few hours but Alex seemed like a sweet guy he deserved someone who could love him for who he was and only him.
âAnd if she doesnât like me backâŚ?â He murmured, finally beginning to slurp on his noodles as if already digging into comfort food of a post breakup that never even began. It made you wanna laugh because the feeling was oddly mutual but you refrained due to his eyes that seemed distant and broken under such an idea of her not liking him.
You offered a sympathetic smile before replying, âThen youâre better off with the truth and walking away knowing that there is no hidden feelings and there was no other outcome possible. I know the idea hurts, but you canât stay stuck on someone who doesnât love you, and the only way to find out is if you just ask her. Who knows maybe she does like you.â Your smile brightened as you passed him a wink, beginning to dig into your own meal.
Alex sighed before nodding, âYouâre right...thank you for listening to me by the way- never thought iâd pay a stripper for advice.â He gave a small laugh, and for the first time all night you let out a genuine one of your own.
It was ironic but people often seeked advice in the oddest places. You ended up having a pleasant conversation with him before finishing up your meal, Alex- had insisted on walking you home, saying he wouldnât feel comfortable or okay letting you go home so late on your own.
It wasnât until you abruptly paused outside of the restaurant when you checked your phone, that you swallowed thickly, your notifications had been blown up by several missed calls and a wall of text from Jungkook- who had apparently saw the money exchange with Alex at Cherry Bomb and had gotten a completely wrong impression on what had happened.
âEverything okayâŚ?â Alex asked a little hesitant at the sight of your white knuckles gripping your phone and your blurry vision. Angrily you rubbed your eyes, mad at yourself now for wanting to cry. But it just made you so mad!
How could he expect you to comply when he had been such a dick the past two days. Obivously he was concerned for your safety, but he had went about it in the completely wrong way, leaving you feeling more dumb and angry then cared about or safe.
You understood the risk you were taking when you agreed to go with Alex but this guy didnât have a malicious bone in his body, he was completely in love and it showed.
âIâm fine, he justâŚâ You forced the sob down your throat as you shook your head, walking side by side with him as you sighed, âHe just makes me so angry.â He gave you a look of sympathy as you both made your way back to your apartment.
Pushing his hands into the pockets of his jacket he looked like he was in contemplation for a moment before asking, âWhy is it complicated with your mentor?â You frowned at the question, you had answered plenty about your mentor at Cherry Bomb, but never any pertaining to the actual nature of your relationship.
And so you did the only thing you could, you told him everything. The whole walk back you did your best to explain how you ended up auditioning, how Jungkook had persuaded you to take the job. How he rarely ever referred to you by your name and how well you both got along, and then you told him about your boyfriend and how you finally decided this was the end. You were going to talk to him and break it off but now Jungkook was giving you the cold shoulder and you were at a loss of what to do.
âIâm sorryâŚâ You sighed, glancing at your feet as you stopped in front of your apartment complex, âYou paid for me to listen to you- not the other way around.â You rubbed the back of your neck and you could feel your face heating up as you frowned before looking up at him.
Alex found himself laughing, looking down at you with a smile as he shook his head, âI paid for your opinion on what I should do, and in the end it was the same as Minjunâs. I just needed to hear it from someone else, the least I can do is listen to you as well. Besides, it seemed like you needed to blow off some steam, you and your mentor seem like you have a pretty intense relationship.â
Sighing you gave a weak smile, âYeah thatâs one way to put...anyways thank you for walking me home. Tell me how it goes with Jiwoo when you get the courage to confess.â He laughed before nodding and saying goodbye.
Just like most days you were drained and ready to sleep off the day, you had hoped today would be the day youâd talk to Jungkook again, but all it ended with was even more strain between you both. Dejectedly you pulled out the key from your bag as you stood in front of your door before going to unlock it.
You paused at noticing it already half shut, you always locked the door before leaving...Warily you glanced around your surroundings before pushing the door open. Everything seemed in its normal place and undisturbed, the few lights you left on were still bright and it wasnât until you saw the figure sitting at your table, a cold cup of coffee next to him that you scoffed with raised brows, âHanjae? What the hell are you doing here?â
It made sense of course, but you couldnât keep the surprised look off your face. When you said youâd talk later this was not what you meant. Hanjae took a sip of his drink before he rose his brows, âHere to talk. Where the hell have you been? Itâs almost four in the morning!â
Closing your eyes you groaned, you were tired, both physically and emotionally and you really didnât want to do this right now. You had been planning a whole speech to let him down as gently as possible, but due to his force of hand you were just going to have to be blunt, âDoes it matter? Look, Iâm gonna be forward with you, Hanjae. Weâre done, Iâve done a lot of thinking the past week and I donât love you. You donât love me, it doesnât make sense for us to stay together.â You wished your tone was gentle, you wished you could give him a soft expression. You wished for a lot of fucking things today but none of that was going to happen and you werenât about to start here.
Hanjae almost instantly shot up from his chair, âI do love you! Why is that so fucking difficult for you to understand? Iâm not just going to sit here and let you ruin our relationship because youâve let even more bad influences in your life. Who the hell was that by the way?â He almost sneered out, his expression flaring and you had already pulled out your phone.
You had never seen him so tense before and so much strong anger in his voice, it admittedly scared you, âHeâs a coworker I hang out with- Would you stop saying everyone I hang out with a bad influence?â You turned away from him with gritted teeth, hurriedly texting the only person you could think of to come get you, RosĂŠ. You knew if Jungkook got involved things would escalate, Hanjae knew where Seulgi lived and of course Namjoon and Seokjin were still at work.
âIâm sorry you still have feelings- but I donât okay?â You turned to face him, already hearing the notification from RosĂŠ and hoping she was on her way, âI donât know if I ever did honestly. Can you please just go? Iâm tired and I need to sleep. I wish I could give you another answer but Iâm breaking up with you Hanjae, I canât keep living like this.â You stepped away, originally going to open the door and see him out but you were automatically yanked back by his harsh grip on you.
Hanjae instantly had you pinned to the wall, his grip bruising your upper arms as he snarled, âYou think you have a choice in breaking up with me? Sorry baby but I lead this relationship and it isnât over until I say so.â The nickname you had become so used to Jungkook using sounded like venom on his lips as you instantly shifted wincing in pain, âNow letâs go to bed so you can sleep off this ridiculous bullshit.â
âYouâre fucking pyschotic!â You snapped out as he began to shuffle you both away from the wall as you tried to pull from his grip, âHanjae stop!â His grip on you only got tighter as you winced again, hearing another notification go off on your phone, âOur relationship is over whether you like it or not you arenât going to change my mind!â
You were pushed back against the wall again, this time pain throbbing your back as Hanjae snapped down at you, furious at your words despite their truth, âOh and whoâs gonna stop me huh? Not your little shitty friend, nobody wants you angel hate to be that wake up call but the only person on this planet willing to give you the time of day is me. You think heâll ever care about you the way I do? He wonât.â You werenât sure if the tears watering in your eyes was from the pain shooting in your arms from his grip or because of his words. Hanjaeâs grip on you was suddenly broke at the shocking sight of blonde hair.
Your vision was blurred from your tears but the very clear image of Jimin was seared into your mind with one of the most scary glares you had ever seen, RosĂŠ was suddenly by your side, arm wrapped around you with her own frightened expression as Jimin demanded you both go. RosĂŠ was quick to guide you out of your apartment, hurriedly getting you down both sets of stairs and into the car that had been parked as she sat in the back seat with you, âFucking christ,â She murmured out, âI was scared shitless when I got your text! A-are you okay? Did he hurt you?â You hadnât even realized how badly you were shaking until she wrapped both of her arms around you, hugging you tightly.
âI-Iâm fine...justâŚâ You couldnât form any words, mainly in shock at just how psychotic your ex boyfriend had truly become, had he always been like this? Your mind was racing ninety to nothing in trail of figuring out if that was the case. You had always been too intimidated to speak up before hand, generally not liking conflict with your boyfriend. Had you realized it wouldâve blown up the way it did, you mightâve never left him out of fear, or alternatively this couldâve been avoided and you wouldâve left before he had gotten so attached.
âHey itâs okay,â RosĂŠ cooed out noticing the tears blurring your vision again as she dug her nose into your hair, âWe can talk about it later, youâre safe now.â You finally let a stifled sob escape your throat as you closed your eyes, leaning against her as she stroked your hair, the comfort her warm body brought to you and the distinct smell of perfume calming your senses.
You jumped at the sound of the car door opening, freaked out for a moment at the idea of Hanjae marching down here to get you and force you back into your own home- which he wrongfully invaded due to having knowledge of where you stored your spare key. Instead you were greeted by Jimin who looked extremely ruffled but turned the car on nonetheless before driving back to you assumed RosĂŠâs home.
The whole ride had been swallowed in silence until you were sat down on the couch of RosĂŠâs apartment, hers a fair bit nicer than your own and she even had a custom pole placed between the kitchen and living room. She had wrapped a blanket around you and thatâs when you noticed all of the pillows and blankets thrown everywhere and a sheet laid out on the ground, âWe were having a movie night when you texted,â She explained with a small laugh though you could tell it was sheepish as if trying to lighten the mood, âIâm glad Jimin was here.â Her voice sombered as she sighed.
Jimin leaned back into the couch as he collectively sighed with her and you did as well, all of you looking both drained and exhausted as he asked the million dollar question, âIâm glad I was too...But Y/n, why didnât you call JungkookâŚ?â You avoided his gaze that softened as your lips quivered, âYou know he wouldâve been over in a heartbeat, no matter how petty he is heâd never ignore anyone in that situation, especially you.â
âItâs already been a long night,â You tried to keep your voice level as your eyes began glossing over again, âIf he got involved things only wouldâve got worse. Iâm sorry for bothering you guysâŚâ It was their one day off and you had ruined it, leaving an empty pain in your stomach as your tried to keep your hiccup down your throat.
âOh honey,â RosĂŠ frowned as she grabbed your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as her own lips quivered, as if your words deeply upset her even though she refused to let it show on her face, âNever apologize for that, if you hadnât of texted when you did thereâs no telling what wouldâve happened. Do you want me to call himâŚ? Iâm sure heâd come over immediately.â
You stiffened at the idea, had things not gone the way they did today you wouldâve called him yourself, but now? You honestly didnât want to see him, he hurt you more than you were willing to admit and all you wanted was a few decent hours of sleep.
Both Jimin and RosĂŠ frowned as they exchanged glances, maybe hoping your mentor could give you comfort that you clearly needed, but you weren't sure if you could trust him, not when he had been so hot and cold, and he was so demanding yet callous of your own emotions as if they didnât exist, it hurt, it hurt just to think about the conversation you had shared with him earlier.
His concern completely overshadowed by his condescension making you feel like you were nothing but a toddler with a lack of good judgement. Having to narrow it down- you supposed what the core of your hurt came from was the fact that his own lack of trust in you was very apparent.
âI just wanna lay down and get some restâŚâ You wiped your eyes, not realizing the tears that had trickled down your cheeks as RosĂŠ sighed sadly before nodding, pity in her eyes as she stood up, gesturing her arms as you got off the couch, letting her wrap an arm around you before leading you to what you assumed was her room, âYou can rest here for the night baby, do you need anything? I have some spare pajamas in my dresser, feel free to raid it for something comfy.â
âIâm okayâŚâ You sniffled out, wiping your eyes before giving her a small smile despite your eyes persisting in their watering, âThank youâŚâ RosĂŠ gave you a much brighter smile of her own as she nodded, tugging at a strand of your hair before bidding you goodnight.
Being left alone in her room, you took a moment to inhale looking around before ultimately deciding you were comfy enough as it was. All you wanted was nothing more then to crash and sleep away such an awful day, and that was exactly what you did.
Your body was stiff, tired from being on your feet almost the whole day and your back was aching dully as pain throbbed into your arms at the slightest movement. The pain had waved over you the whole night but it was the delicious smell of pancakes that had you woke up from your deep slumber.
The window had been cracked letting in the nice cool breeze from the morning air and the sun shined through the window delicately, not too bright, but not too grey either. For a brief moment, you had forgotten where you were until memories of the previous night washed over you. Rubbing your eyes you sat up with a wince before groaning, rubbing your back as your face twisted into pain while glancing at your upper arms that sported dark purple bruises in the familiar shape of Hanjaeâs hands.
Last night had been very real and the marks that stained your arms was only proof of its existence. It wasnât until you grabbed your phone from the messy bed, realizing it mustâve fell from your pocket while alseep that you checked the time, eyes almost popping out of your head at the time. You slept in until fucking 9AM? Practice would be over in a half an hour! You could rush to make it but by the time you wouldâve got there it would be useless, groaning you flopped down onto the bed as you pressed your hands into your eyes, fuck! Why didnât they wake you up?
Pushing yourself off the bed you ran a hand through your hair before making your way to the living room, you stopped short at the kitchen though when you saw Jimin flipping the last of his batch of pancakes onto the plate, âMorning, did you sleep well?â
âWhy didnât you guys wake me up!?â You instantly cried out in demand as you trudged over, unable to deny the plate he handed you as your stomach growled, and the smell of pancakes and bacon- though was more of an american style breakfast youâd never deny a sweet treat first thing in the morning.
Jimin flicked your forehead causing you to rub the spot with a whine as he replied, âBabe you just got out of a fight with your ex asshole that was borderline domestic abuse, you deserved a morning to sleep in. Now sit down and eat you can tell me what happened meanwhile.â
You sighed before sitting next to him on the bar countertop, cutting your pancake before shoving as much as your chopsticks would allow into your mouth.
You started at the beginning of the night, explaining to Jimin in detail the reason you had been so adamant about calling Jungkook- even giving him your phone to read through the conversation himself, âWho did you go out with though? If you donât mind me asking, usually we only take extra cash if a client is looking to buy us for night.â Jimin asked curiously, handing your near dead phone to you as you closed it.
âThere was a guy there who needed a second opinion on what to do with a girl he really liked. Iâm not stupid Jimin I-...I knew-â You sighed in frustarted, trying to convince yourself more then him as he sighed, gently grasping your shoulder as he gave it a comforting squeeze.
âYouâre a grown woman Y/n, I know you arenât stupid and I would never doubt your judgement with a client. Jungkook isâŚâ He trailed off, thinking for a second before he clacked his lips, âHe cares about you, a lot. He cares about all of us to the point he gets overprotective in the process, but it doesnât change the fact that he cares. He just doesnât know how to show it, and eventually he pulls away when he feels exposed vulnerability and ends up pushing everyone away to protect himself. Or at least thatâs my theory,â
Jimin wrapped an arm around you, delicately to avoid press against the bruising of your arm, âI know itâs frustrating, and isnât fair for you but Jungkook does care, and if you give him a chance, even if heâs an insufferable ass who doesnât deserve it-â He cracked a smile making you stifle a giggle, âHe will open up, and when that happensâŚJungkook is- heâs a good guy, heâs loyal to the ones he loves for life. Heâll defend us in a heartbeat and would never turn any of us away when weâre in need. But heâs still human Y/n. He has a lot of toxic traits and faults he has to work on, we all do if you wanna put it into perspective.â
âYou are rightâŚâ You sighed, glancing down at your lap as you sighed, taking in Jiminâs words. He was right of course, Jungkook...for all the bad that had happened so quickly, you had plenty of good memories of him as well. He really was someone youâd like to go too in a time of need, and you were sure Jimin was right, heâd throw hands with any soul that dared cross his friends. But you couldnât help but feel a little apprehensive still, âI just...I need to see that from him, himself. You know?â
Jimin gave your shoulders one last squeeze before he let go nodding, cracking another smile as he laughed, âOh youâll see, if you stick with that dense asshole heâll prove himself, he always does.â You couldnât help but smile a little at his words, Jimin seemed closed to Jungkook, at least enough to be one hundred percent confident in him. You could only hope, maybe one day youâd be able to say the same. But right now, your feelings were wilted and crumbled and the hurt that had been stabbed at you from so many directions had took a heavy toll on you both emotionally and physically.
All you wanted now was to at least make things right with Jungkook, and then youâd at least be back on the right path to building a proper relationship with him again. You ended up finishing breakfast before taking you home, explaining RosĂŠ decided to head into practice and smooth things over with Jungkook as best she could while explaining to him what had taken place the night before with Hanjae.
You were surprised mainly because he had yet to text you all day, she mustâve did a good job. Jimin had made sure to come inside with you for a few minutes to make sure the apartment was vacant and thankfully it was. You had sent him off with a thank you and goodbye before allowing yourself to relax, you rarely ever skipped classes but today, youâd make an exception.
It had been a few days more of a half a month you had been working at Cherry Bomb and not in one single of those days, did you feel replenished and renewed as tonight as you packed up for work. You had laid around the majority of the day, did some cleaning and tended to your little succulents. It was such a nice change of pace and you had been a happy camper all around before heading off to work.
All of the negative energy you had been so bogged down and for once, you were glad you decided to stay in. Your physical health had took such a beating for so long you hadnât even realized how taxing and exhausting your everyday schedule was.
Pushing the doors open to Cherry Bomb you had been determined to perform your best tonight and hopefully make a little more money than the night before. You had only danced yesterday and tonight would be your last chance for the week as upper management, like you had been told, mainly kept you working on the floor.
Taking a seat at the wide vanity you ignored everyones comments and occasional stares as you begun your makeup making sure the crease had been cut sharp and hopefully this pair of fake lashes wouldnât end in ruins like your pair last night had. Spraying the setting spray on you stood up before getting changed into the black minidress, the lace bodysuit you wore underneath was where it counted due to its deep plunge and even with the dress on you could feel the pressure of cleavage sticking against the tight material.
Sitting back down once more you had pulled on the fishnet stockings, making sure to fasten them as well as you could to your garter belt before putting on your heels and making your way backstage. Tonight was all about your celebration this far into your new, hopefully short lived, career.
Leaning back against the pole you had waited for the first few counts before turning to face the audience, letting the music take over with more ease then the first few times you had been on stage. Letting your hands drag up your body as you sunk down to your knees, something about performing had changed or maybe it was the day of being able to relax that had helped?
You werenât sure what had changed but you enjoyed it and clearly the crowd did as well when you felt the money pile around you. You were positive the feeling would never get old.
After the song had ended you quickly gathered the money before blowing a kiss to the crowd with a smile before heading backstage, pulling the robe over your body you sat down in your chair as you neatly stacked the ones and began to excitedly count them.
âI wish the others werenât such hardasses, I mean itâs hard to not feel at least a little bit bad for her,â You paused at the sound of a fillers voice, there were only two other girls in the room- poledancers if you remembered correctly, âSheâs just a trainee- and to be put in that position.â The girl sighed sinking into her seat.
âWhat?â You couldnât help but ask as you raised your brows, curiosity filling you, you were aware you werenât the only trainee at Cherry Bomb, what had happened? You found, the pole dancers were a little nicer than the dancers, they wouldnât blow you off, right?
The girl frowned as she answered, âOh we just had a code black happen- one of the girls got sexually harassed. Sounded pretty bad,â She explained while cringing slightly, pity in her eyes before humming, âWhat was her nameâŚ.?â She glanced towards her friend.
The other shrugged before putting on her heels, âUm...Seulgi I think?â
You instantly shot up out of your chair, your heart dropping into your stomach at the sound of your friend's name. It couldnât have been Seulgi, right!? Right? Your heart rate had spiked and your hands were shaky as you bolted for the door, the need to find your bestfriend flooding your whole body as you pushed through the hallway.
You had almost crashed into Namjoon as you both locked eyes, almost as if he knew your exact thoughts he instantly grabbed your forearm leading you through the busy hallway, âSheâs in Hoseokâs dressing room, nothing actually happened but the guy came pretty close. Seokjinâs with her right now while security and Hoseok are taking care of the guy.â He stopped in front of the plagued door with Hoseokâs name on it before opening it.
Your heart dropped into your stomach at the sight of your friend, tears streaming down her face and her whole body violently shaking while covering in a flimsy robe. Seokjin sat by her, making sure to keep his distance while murmuring soft words of comfort to her when you quickly entered into the room.
As soon as you sat down Seulgi lunged for you, wrapping her arms around you as she sobbed, âI-I was so scared!â You buried your nose into her hair, eyes watering at the messy state your friend had been left in as you stroked her back, âItâs okay, youâre safe now, youâre safe Seulgi.â But she only kept incoherently babbling as she sobbed against you, her breathing heavy and uneven as you squeezed her tightly.
You were absolutely horrified and felt completely helpless, unable to do anything to reverse the damage that had been done. You understood that risks of your job, but too actually see it. Too actually endure your bestfriends sobs because someone tried to force themselves on her? It broke you to your very core leaving nothing but an angry void left.
Your job didnât give anyone the right to do that! Stripper or not you were still human, you still deserved to be treated as such and yet here your bestfriend was with that very right almost ripped away from her.
Hearing the door open you noticed it was Hoseok, his knuckles were bruised and swollen but his eyes locked onto his trainee as hurried into the room, sitting down on the couch as Seulgi instantly launched herself into him, the shaking of her body ceasing as she buried into his neck as he softly comforted her. The sight broke your heart.
You noticed the other soloistâs filing in all with broken expressions as RosĂŠâs lips quivered, âIs she okayâŚ?â You wordlessly nodded, your eyes staying on Seulgiâs curled up position, unable to fully process the sight before your eyes. Seulgi had always been the stronger one out of you two, she was always the one hugging you when you cried. To see her so weak, so vulnerable the pain ached in your chest for your friend, feeling a little better to see her mentor already helping her recover even in the smallest way.
Seokjin stood up as he sighed, finally speaking up over the heavy, thick tension of the room, âIâll handle things with Sejin and Bang, everyone should get back to work, are you clocking out Hoseok?â He glanced towards the male as he asked, a soft note in his voice as he backed towards the door.
Hoseok nodded, his eyes only flickering to everyone else for a brief moment as he answered, âYeah, Iâm gonna stay with her. I can handle things from here.â The air was still somber and only Seulgiâs cries filled the room as everyone slowly dispersed. You didnât want to leave Seulgi alone but you knew it was for the best, she was in good hands with her mentor and you knew if it was youâŚ
You let your eyes trail to the only figure that lingered: Jungkook stood as if waiting for you, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in what felt like forever, his expression was unreadable but heavy making you break his gaze as you sighed.
You werenât sure what you wouldâve done, or who you wouldâve went too if it happened to you, if anyone at all. Standing up you wrapped your arms around yourself, checking the clock only too see your next groups dance had just finished on stage. At least youâd be able to go home and sleep off the day, it seemed those were filling your week more and more.
Closing the door you could barely let go of the knob before you were suddenly hauled into a tight embrace causing you to jolt at the unexpected skinship, âFuck- you scared me to death...â Jungkookâs voice was muffled as he buried his nose into the crook of your neck, his chest pressing firmly into your back and his arms kept you locked into place, âIâm sorry,â those were the next words to tumble out of his lips as he squeezed you a little tighter, âGod- Iâm- Iâm so sorry Y/n. I didnât have any right to treat you the way I did and- and I donât- fuck Iâm sorry.â
Your lips were already quivering and you were well aware of the wet, warm tears rolling down your cheeks, you hadnât realized how much you missed him until he was right behind you, apologies escaping his lips left and right, âShhh donât cry babygirl, I know I was a total asshole and I donât have a good explanation and I have no right to ask but please forgive me.â His words only spurred your tears more as you let your shoulders bounce from the gentle sob that escaped your lips making him hug you tighter.
âIt- It fucking hurt- you know that? You have some- some...nerve to just swoop in and try to fix everything with a hug,â You finally spoke trying to keep your voice from cracking as you attempted to keep your voice level with the tears streaming down your cheeks, âAnd- and fuck you! Because itâs working and I- I hate it! Youâre such a dick!â You snapped with a sob while babbling, his grip on you loosened and you could even hear a faint laugh escape his lips as you stomped your foot, âIâm- Iâm being serious!â You really werenât but your petty anger was getting the better of you despite your sniffle.
âI know you are babygirl,â Jungkook murmured, his voice a little amused and for the first time, you were relieved to hear his nickname for you escape his lips, as it turns out you prefered it on his lips more then your own name, âI am a dick,â His voice sombered as he sighed, âYouâre too good for me babygirl...I know I donât deserve it but I still want you as my trainee: mine. You donât have to stay...but-â
âIâm not leaving Cherry Bomb you dipshit!â You cried out indignantly before finally turning around and throwing your arms around his neck, pulling him now as you buried your face into his neck, âYes you pissed me off- made me cry more than humanly possible but Iâm also aware of how much of a sensitive piece of shit I am,â You sighed before tightening your grip around him, not realizing just how much you had genuinely missed Jungkook, you missed his banter and his dumb smirks and innunedos that had you snapping at him with blushing cheeks, you missed the way he called you babygirl or insisted on another silly petname instead of just using your real name, you missed him, âIâm not leaving Jungkook.â
You felt his previously tense body suddenly relax at your words as his grip on you tightened, despite the short time you knew him, you also saw him everyday, almost all day long. Jungkook had become a big part of your life, you didnât want to lose him when he always brightened your day.
âThank you.â He murmured gently, pressing his forehead into your shoulder before pressing a gentle kiss against the skin, eyes closed as he murmured, âStay the night with me baby, I...ah fuck- I canâtâŚâ he exhaled sharply as if annoyed with himself at being unable to form a proper sentence, âSo much shit has happened and a lot of itâs my fault. I was freaking the fuck out when I saw you leave with that guy- I canât...I could never- and then Hanjae? That guyâŚâ His jaw was clenched and you could hear the brittle anger in his voice, âI swear I could fucking kill him...And then the code black-?â
He stopped short of his sentence, forehead still pressed into your shoulder and his eyes squeezed tightly shut as his arms coiled around you further, âWhen they said trainee I- I- fuck- I thought it was you. After everything thatâs happened? Iâm already pissed at myself but if that happened-...Iâd never forgive myself, just please, stay with me tonight I donât want you away from me after everything thatâs happened.â His voice was near pleading, and his grip had become tight as if you disappear if he let go, he pressed another kiss into your shoulder as if hoping maybe it would entice you.
But all it did was soften your bruised heart, despite all of the hurt you had been through. There was no other arms youâd rather be in then Jungkookâs.
Digging through your bag you sighed, you hadnât actually packed anything comfy for after work and stood on the cold tile floor of Jungkookâs bathroom that extended from his room, dejectedly looking down at your bag in disappointment as you tugged on the uncomfortable material of your jeans, the cropped top wouldnât do either given you had begun wearing thongs outside of work to try and become more accustomed to the feeling.
You almost let out a whine at your luck before you sighed, unlocking the door you poked your head out as you felt your cheeks begin to burn, âGukâŚâ
âHm?â He was laid out on the bed, his eyes had been previously closed and for once, you could notice the dark circles under his eyes and he looked exhausted. Opening his eyes he glanced towards you in acknowledgement.
âDo you have a shirt I can borrowâŚ?â You felt embarrassment wash over you at the sound of his soft laugh as he got up from his bed, walking over to his dresser as he pulled out one of his infamous, large white t-shirts before walking up to the door, his eyes drinking up the bare skin of your collarbones as you grabbed the shirt with a timid, âthank youâ before closing the door.
Sighing you wanted to slam your head into the wall, you had stayed the night with plenty of guys before-...well only once outside of Hanjae- and even he usually preferred going over to your house. But something felt so intimate about staying with Jungkook, you couldnât quite place your finger on it.
Pulling your clothes off you sighed before unhooking your uncomfortable bra and pulling the shirt over your head. You almost blushed instantly at the way his shirt drowned your body, the distinct smell of his cologne bringing you a strong sense of security that made you snuggle further into the material, Hanjae rarely ever let you wear his clothes, you always wondered why. It was so nice being in oversized shirts and hoodies.
The edge of the shirt dropped to the mid of your thighs and there was more than plenty of room to spare up top due to the stretch his broad shoulders made on the shirt, it was undeniably him. Just him. Opening the door you shuffled, feeling his eyes already on your figure as he drinked up the sight making you shift bashfully.
Just seeing the tired, sleepy smirk on his face had your ears hot red making his lips crack into a smile as he lifted his arms, âCâmere.â It was embarrassing how it only took one word for you to practically flop on top of him. Dropping your head down onto his chest you felt his arms loosely wrap over you as you yawned, an immediate tiredness washing over your eyes while bathed in his warmth.
âI canât believe he did thatâŚâ You poked your head up in confusion at his words, his hand slipping down to your upperarm before gently thumbing the dark bruise, you instantly winced even under his gentle touch making his gaze darken slightly, âWhy didnât you call me babygirl?â He sounded a little hurt, even looked a little hurt as he frowned, closing his eyes as he dropped his head back against the pillow and returned his arm back around you.
âWe both know things wouldâve got way out of hand if I didâŚâ You murmured, a bit of guilt stabbing in your stomach at the realization you didnât trust him like you shouldâve, even after your argument over text, he shouldâve been your go toâŚâIâm sorryâŚâ
Jungkook rolled over to his side, letting you both adjust before he grabbed at the back of your thigh, pulling it over his waist to cuddle you closer, âItâs fine babygirl- I know our texts probably didnât helpâŚâ He sighed, pressing his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes, his fingers brushing against the side of your body, âJust...please call me next time- I donât care whatâs going on between us- I...Iâm your number one okay? When youâre in trouble.â His arm suddenly squeezed around you, âYou go to me. I never want you to feel like I wouldnât protect you.â He muttered more to himself than you. You could feel whatever pressure had been left in your chest lift at his words, making you close your eyes as you pulled closer to him. For the first time in your life, you really did feel safe.
You felt yourself becoming sleepier by the second at the feeling of his fingers gently stroking your side, swirling random, gentle patterns into the soft material of his shirt you wore before letting them trail down to your hips. Focusing on the light brush of his fingertips as you let your eyes fall shut, they were warm and left a little tingling against the open skin of your thigh.
âIs that a thong?â You had never jumped harder out of a half sleep state as you did in that moment, Jungkookâs tone huskier as his lips brushed over your ear, you couldnât tell if it was because he was half asleep himself or aroused, maybe both.
You attempted to scurry away from him as you sputtered, âI- I! I was almost asleep you pervert!â Your face was practically boiling alive and the flare in your ears returned as Jungkook quickly pulled you back against him, his lips pressing into your neck as if too try and sooth your embarrassment, âBut you werenât fully asleep,â Jungkook purred out, his tone sleepy as well his hand on the back of your thigh to pull it over his waist, this time hiking it higher forcing the shirt to lift up exposing your previously covered ass to the cold nip of the room.
âMmm lace looks so good on you babydoll.â Jungkook rasped in your ears making you whine as you wiggled in his arms, his words, had almost shamefully made you wet. His hand instantly slipped up your thigh to cup one cheek before kneading against it making you involuntarily try to grind closer to him, âJungkook!â You whined out making him chuckle before rolling you both over, caging you between his arms as you shrank as far into the mattress as you could.
You had been in many positions with Jungkook, but never truly underneath him on a bed. Seeing him hover over you, tired without a doubt but arousal glazing his eyes already had you worked up and he hadnât even done anything, âSoâŚâ He licked his lips, a smirk quirking on his mouth as he let one hand stroke your hipbone making you lift them along with his stroke, âFeels like weâve had this conversation before,â
You almost wanted to wack him on the head as you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his dumb smile, âBut you can just tell me to get off you,â He leaned in, sucking gently against your neck making your breath hitch as you squirmed beneath him, âYou needed time to think things over with HanjaeâŚâ you shuddered at the feeling of his warm tongue running over your skin, âJust say the word and we can go to bed.â He teased as he nipped at your skin again, his hands indulging as they ran over the side of your body.
âI broke up with him.â He abruptly stopped before sitting up making you strangle to keep the whine of objection leaving your lips as you lifted yourself onto your forearms, âWhatâŚ?â
He store at you for a whole five seconds, pupils a little wide as he breathed out while running a hand through his hair, âThank godâŚâ he looked extremely relieved, a brief smile pulling on his lips as he lunged back down at you before playfully adding, âThere can only be one daddy in your life babygirl and you know I was willing to fight him for it.â
âYou are unbelievable!â You cried out making him laugh, his smile pressed against your skin as he excitedly pushed his hands under your shirt like a kid in a candy shop making you squirm. His hands were warm and the calloused brushed against your skin in all the right ways, âHe wasnât a daddy anyways.â
âFuck,â He paused briefly as he pressed his forehead against your chest, âYou sound so hot when you say that baby.â His words were sent straight to your already throbbing wet pussy that had you rubbing your thighs together, you assumed he was joking about being your daddy but somehow it really wasnât surprising to quickly figure out he wasnât.
The idea had you soaked and you were sure there was an embarrassing wet mark by now as Jungkook sat up, his eyes lidded as he licked his lips, pushing the shirt over your chest making you squeak, the warm confines of the material no longer covering you, leaving your nipples hard against the cold air of the room and your cheeks burning in opposition, âDonât you dare cover yourself now baby,â Jungkook instantly grabbed your wrists stopping them as you whined shuffling beneath him, âMmm, youâre so pretty baby,â He cooed out soothingly noticing your nervous shift of body, wrists still pinned by him as he licked a trail up your stomach leaving you arching your back for more as his foreplay nearly killed you.
Jungkook smirked against your skin, as if knowing you were putty in his hands and ready to be played with. The sexual tension had been killer between you both even now after being apart for those short few days, in fact, the absence only made his tongue feel that much better as he dragged it over your left nipple popping it into his mouth.
âJungkook!â You whined trying to kick your feet beneath him as impatience built inside you, you werenât used to so much foreplay and honestly it wasnât even needed, all Jungkook had to say was one word for you to be soaked.
You felt a hard sting against your thigh making you cry out with a whimper at his hand that had just popped against your thigh leaving it with a slight throb of pain, âYou know I really canât stand brats,â Jungkook almost growled, a hand slotting between your thighs making you clamp around it, âYouâre gonna be daddyâs good babygirl and wait, right?â His hand cupped your throbbing core as he squeezed it making you whine as you nodded, your back aching at being arched once more while his tongue returned to your other nipple, âRight?â He spanked your thigh once more, a little harder as it burned into your skin making you jump with a breathy moan.
âYes...daddy.â You swallowed thickly, embarrassment covering your whole body as you looked up at him, his eyes completely engulfed on your figure before letting out a moaned sigh of his own, as if waiting for you to say those words.
Just as he was about to lean back over you a loud knock had echoed throughout the house causing you to jump, anxiety pouring through your whole body as you let out a panicked noise, Jungkook had instantly pulled your shirt back over yourself, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck as he cooed, âHey shhh, youâre safe babygirl.â Your hands were still shaky with adrenaline at being planted back into reality as another more impatient knock came from the front door, âLet me get the door, Iâll be right back.â He pressed a kiss against your forehead before getting up and exiting the room.
You almost immediately collapsed against the bed, your body feeling like jello as you ran a hand through your hair, holy shit. Maybe that interruption was for the best, you werenât sure you were ready for Jungkook, mainly too embarrassed at how noisy you had become, how he got you so easily wet. It mustâve been painfully obvious that despite not being a virgin you still werenât experienced in bed.
One minute, turned into two, and then two turned into three and briefly you started to become worried. Was everything okay? Did he end up leaving with whoever was at the door? And furthermore, who was at the door at this hour? It was almost five in the morning. You felt worry shoot through your body as you fidgeted against the soft bed, he was okay, right?
Just as you let worry take over you relaxed at Jungkookâs returned figure, you quickly frowned at his expression, he looked even more tired then he had when he first brought you home. His face drained of nearly any emotion as he sighed, running a hand through his hair, âSorry for the interruption,â He climbed back over you but you could tell whatever had happened- whoever was at the door.
He almost looked numb as he leaned down to press back against your neck.
Abruptly you pressed your hands against his shoulders making him pause as you finally asked, concern written in your voice, âJungkook...are you okay?â
Silence filled the room for a brief moment, and that moment turned into a full minute before you felt him bury into your neck, and after another moment you felt his shoulders shake and the wet substance of tears drip against your skin that made your heart completely splinter. He was completely silent but his shoulders were shaking and you could hear a breathy light sob if you strained as his grip on you tightened.
Instantly you had your arms wrapped around him as you let your hand tangle into his hair, it had been such a long night already and just hearing him cry, feeling his tears drop against your skin made you hold him closer as you whispered, âEverything is gonna be okay Guk.â You pressed a kiss against the top of his head. You didnât know why he was crying, and it didnât matter, he had you to wipe his tears away and you werenât about to let go of him.
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Strifing Without Specibus: How To Weaponize Your Sylladex & Other Harming Implements
Oneâs Strife Specibus is one of the more important tools in the game. Defending from Underlings and PKâers, facing down the final bosses and Unreal Heirs, fruitless sparring with your Guardians and Coplayers, and the time honored tradition of getting into dick-measuring contests with your friends, seeing who can make the coolest or most absurd method. Some people allocate their Specibus accidentally, but as their improvised weaponry grows on them, they âmainâ it, trying as hard as they can to keep using it in future sessions. Your average Player will use a variety of Strife Specubi, from typical weapons like bladekind, pistolkind, and hammerkind, to weird choices like bookkind, peprmillkind, or rulerkind (measuring sticks, not governing bodies). Some people choose theirs because they like it, some choose for versatility, and some choose for metagaming purposes.
Sometimes though, the Strife Specibus isnât enough. Youâve got some wimpy kiddy scissors that just wonât cut it while an Ogre prepares to swing. Youâve got a lance, but a winged Imp flies out of reach. Youâve got enough mangrit to toss a dryer, which you conveniently have on-hand, but no dryerkind, and the strange abstracted game-y nature of reality thus prevents you from attacking with it. In such cases, instead of un-abstracting your Strife Deck for the purposes of tossing it on the floor and stepping on it, perhaps you should get good and learn how to weaponize your Sylladex.
Weâve all been there. Weâre having trouble fighting things, so your smarmy know-it-all friend tells you âa hyuk hyuk why dont u fite with your sllyadex yuo fucking scrubâ and then doesnât tell you how to actually do it. So you flail around, then learn how to do it kind of, and then stop doing it and rely on your Strife Specibus. Then years later, someone with less experience than you is having trouble fighting things, so you tell them âa hyuk hyuk why dont u fite with your sllyadex yuo fucking scrub". With typos, because youâve turned into a silly mspaint strawman comic man. And then you cry. Itâs a vicious, dehumanizing cycle, and you probably want to punch that guy or yourself, but you canât because you donât have fistkind you fucking scrub. You also canât throw stuff at him, because you learned the bare basics of Sylladex fighting so youâre very shitty at it. So Iâm going to help you break that cycle, and teach you actual lessons of fighting with your Sylladex. That way, you can walk right up to that dude, then toss a bunch of cream pies at him, then watch him scream and cry like a silly mspaint strawman comic man. Then you can do it to your past self. Then go mad with the power of throwing things.
The Fundaments: How Do I Shot Web?
I wrote this section after all the others because I realized too late that some of you might not even know the basics of weaponizing your Sylladex. Thatâs sad and pathetic, but itâs not unlikely, and best to put it here now rather than get accused of putting the cart before the horse later. Basically, you know how if your Sylladex is full, if you captchalogue something else, it goes flying out at high speeds? This is the mechanic you are exploiting. Catchaloguing an item such that it ejects something youâre holding on. The following section will be divided into Taos (even more fundamentals) and Zens (more advanced tricks), because I read a book that did this once and I thought that was cool.
Also, you should know that Hope players will be better than you at this. [Eject] is a Hope-exclusive ability that automatically ejects something from their Sylladex, and itâs very easy to learn, and it completely removes half the challenge from weaponizing your Sylladex (that is, finding something to put into the thing). While youâre scrambling for rocks so you can launch your fridge, theyâll be launching fridges at a whim. If youâre not a Hope player, then do what everyone else does. Bitch about it and move on.
Tao of Sylladex Strife: Know Your Fetch Modus
If youâre going to be using your Sylladex to fight, know how it works. Even babies know how to pick stuff up, but sometimes babies get confused by how their particular Fetch Modus actually works. And maybe youâll get confused even if youâre not a baby (read: teenager), particularly if you get dropped into a new Session and the guy whose place youâre taking is a hipster and decided to grab one of the most esoteric Fetch Modi known to man. So make sure, before you even THINK of mis-using your Sylladex for violent purposes, that you understand how it works. And check the back, because there might be settings.
Once youâve done that, you need to re-learn it again. This time, understand how it works in combat. Particularly, how does it eject, and how can you use it? FIFO and FILO Sylladice will eject the earliest item. Hashmap ejects the item occupying the slot youâre attempting to fill. Tree doesnât eject so much as stuff falls. Array is wonderful for inventory management (even though I prefer Index), but it ejects stuff randomly. Enabling the âdetect collisionsâ setting also makes inventory management easier, but considerably slows down the speed at which you can weaponize your Sylladex. How long does it take to actually captchalogue items? Is it complicated, or unwieldy? When something gets ejected, how does it fly? Itâs somewhat complex, re-assessing your understanding of your Sylladex, but some general tips are as follows.
Knowing what will eject is better than random ejection.
More space means more stockpiling, but it becomes harder to keep track of your stuff.
Less space means you know your inventory better, but you have less room to maneuver and canât stockpile as well.
Turn off âdetect collisionsâ if you want to use your Sylladex in battle.
Short and uncomplicated captchalogue mechanics are better.
Tao of Sylladex Strife: Know Your Inventory
Now that you understand how your Fetch Modus functions, you need to understand its contents. Your Sylladex will serve two functions. An inventory, and an arsenal. âInventoryâ basically means âstuff for use in puzzles and alchemyâ, âarsenalâ means âstuff I will use to commit murder withâ. Just as itâs good to have a Fetch Modus that can serve those two functions, itâs good to have a balanced inventory. Key items, and tossable junk items. Itâs also important that you know whatâs going to be used. Safely take out keys, and toss your dishwasher, not the Glass Orb of Not Softlocking The Game.
As for your arsenal, understand what does and doesnât make an effective weapon. Straight razors and sharp and fly fast and long, but theyâre small and might break. Fridges are big and heavy, so theyâll do a lot of damage, but also destroy the environment and have bad range. Make sure as shit youâre out of range of your impact bombs when you let them loose, and donât toss garden gnomes if youâre trying to knock back a Giclops. While they fill the role of bullets (with the Sylladex as the gun), theyâre more like specialized tools that are all used by hurling them at people you donât like.
Tao of Sylladex Strife: Know Your Surroundings.
Understanding your battlefield is not only important in general warfare, itâs also important when considering your throwables. While most Players who stick to their guns (so to speak) will mainly traverse their Land only looking for that which is essential to winning the game, you need to traverse it while understanding it on two levels.
The first level is the Strategic Level. Understanding your Land as a whole, and how to utilize the TOYS (Tools Of Your Surroundings) within. If you find yourself low on Sylladex weapons, where you can stock up, and what will you be stocking up on? Whatâs the fastest route to those locations from where you are? Does a certain location have better weaponry for the specific foes youâll face later on? Stuff like that.
The second level is the Tactical Level. This is understanding your immediate surroundings while in a fight. What items can you quickly get to? Which ones should be used for ejection, which are best for softening the enemy up, and which are best for dealing lethal blows? Is it at all possible to make new items, like smashing the tile floors or breaking a window and captchaloguing the ensuing debris?
Itâs a bit difficult to give blanket lessons on this Tao, but itâs always keep an analytical eye. You should know where your TOYS are before you need them, lest you get caught with your pants down.
Zen of Sylladex Strife: Art of the Adventure Gamer
You could tag SBURB as a lot of games. AR MMO survival psychological action adventure with house sim elements. Early-access too, considering how shitty it is. But donât forget the adventure part. Have you ever played those point-and-click adventure games like Monkey Island or Sam & Max, and been amused with how the protagonists will take completely random and sometimes absurd objects because they could be useful? Well stop smiling, because theyâre always right and you need to start doing that too.
First of all, you should already have been doing that. SBURB is also a puzzle game, and not only can potentially any item help you with puzzles, but every item could be useful for Alchemy purposes. Well now you need to add âkilling stuffâ to the list of potential uses for every item. Diagnose yourself with severe kleptomania and start acting like it. Grab everything you can! Use everything on everything! Stack up on Captchalogue Cards! Seriously, theyâre dirt cheap for the Alchemiter. And speaking of Alchemy...
Zen of Sylladex Strife: Alchemy Isnât Just For Weapons
Everybody loves going down to their Alchemy Pad and making new weapons, new armor, new tools, and a whole lot of useless bullshit. It reminds them of the satisfaction of upgrading their equipment or buying a new level of gear in the other video games theyâve played. Those video games, however, also tend to teach you that upgrading your ammunition or spending money on special ammo is a waste of time. It is, but not necessarily in SBURB. While improvised weaponry for Sylladex fighting is comparable to ammo, the ease of Alchemy means that not only is is usually cheap to make âupgraded ammoâ, but they can be pretty effective. For example, throwing a couch at someone will hurt. Steel nails are very easy to acquire. A bit of Grist and the || function later, and youâre throwing a steel couch at someone. Not to mention, like that couch, some ammo is easy to retrieve. So next time you settle down to celebrate Gristmas, consider loading your Sylladex with some harmful objects.
Zen of Sylladex Strife: Mod Your Modus
Now that you know you should know your Sylladex, you should begin experimenting with it. If you can, grab a Modus Control Deck and a couple of extra Fetch Modii. If not, then you could try Alchemy or perhaps programming. Mix-and-match modii until you have something stronger, then once youâre settled, get to understanding that. Try to find a way to circumvent the weaknesses of the one youâre currently using. Itâs kind of like sitting down at a gun bench, except your gun should also be able to carry stuff effectively, and is infinitely more confusing to comprehend.
Speaking of the Modus Control Deck, remember that you can use it to change the Fetch Modus youâre currently using. Itâs possible to change Fetch Modii manually, but I find the MCD is more elegant and simple. So it might be a good idea to have several Modii for several occasions, and use the one you think youâll be needing. For example, use something Inventory-suited like Index when exploring, and when youâre expecting a fighter, switch to something Arsenal-suited like Fingerbands. Just remember to not displace the MCD, or youâll be running around with the one youâre using forever.
Zen of Sylladex Strife: Fighting At Full Power
This is the Zen that makes you feel like a warrior. If you intend to fight with your Sylladex, you need to remember that it is one of at least two weapons at your disposal. You also have a Strife Specibus. You must use both if you want to truly succeed. Throw something heavy at a Giclops, then pepper him with bullets. When locking blades with a Lich, stun him with a surprise vase, then riposte. I once saw a guy with Hammerkind augment the swing of his sledge with a safe going at breakneck speed, so his strike went at terminal velocity and tore a Basilisk in half. Youâre going to have to learn how your Strife Specibus factors into all of this, and probably practice, but by mixing conventional warfare with captchalogue warfare, you become significantly harder to predict, and much more deadly.
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This Week in Gundam Wing July 26 - 01 August 2020
Hereâs this weekâs roundup!
Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!
~Mod Hel
Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:
@bobo-is-tha-bombâ
Unraveled https://archiveofourown.org/works/25379161
F/M, Trowa Barton/Reader
Trowa Barton, Reader
Romance, Fluff, Reader-Insert, Bathing/Washing, ritual bathing
His little witch, he mused with a slight tilt of lips. Even after years of being with you, he still couldnât get enough of watching you.
Tonight, he vowed, he would keep you company while you bathed.
Lazy Day https://archiveofourown.org/works/25379695
F/M, Heero Yuy/Reader
Heero Yuy, Reader
Romance, Lemon, Lime, Reader-Insert
You would enjoy this day. Every minute of it. And, you vowed, you would have a repeat of it in New York.
Twenty Kisses (Ch. 6 & 7) https://archiveofourown.org/works/24038704/chapters/61620076
F/M, Heero Yuy/Reader
Heero Yuy, Reader
Romance, Kissing, Drabble Collection, Reader-Insert
Kissing Heero is something special.
Deadly Intent https://archiveofourown.org/works/25576657/chapters/62069890
Mature
F/M, Heero/Reader, ???/Reader
Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Wufei Chang, Lady Une, Relena Peacecraft, Reader
Reader Insert, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Drama, Angst, Romance, Violence, Lime
Eleven years is a long time for a ghost to come back and haunt him. But Heero Yuy finds himself unable to dodge or outrun it. Itâs the start of a dangerous cat and mouse game between one of the most powerful organizations in the world and a loner who has every intention of dragging him down with her. After all, she has come with deadly intent.
@coffeetailorâ
Emergence (Ch. 12) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13322880/chapters/62023231
Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy
Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton, Chang Wufei, Sally Po
Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, borrowers fusion but don't call them borrowers, disturbing themes like people trafficking from the bad guys, Size Difference, Will probably be a series, alternate canon events, Macro/Micro
Series: Part 1 of Emergence Series
When the war ended, things went a little strange. First, Duo vanished after never having let them see him in person. Then, years later, a tiny race of people are discovered. And that's just the start of things.
@lifeaftermeteorâ
LAM!Verse https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/625293600094355456/private-island-location-redacted-fiji-south
Private Island [location redacted]
Fiji, South Pacific
14 August 211
Une and Sally arrived on-island to blue skies, a functioning jeep, and a personal escort by Lucrezia Noin.
perryvic & Zaganthi (Caffiends)
All Go Unto Once Place https://archiveofourown.org/works/25520368
M/M, Chang Wufei/Treize Khushrenada
Treize Khushrenada, Quatre Raberba Winner, Change Wufei
Cameos, Anxiety, Mental Health Issues, Aftermath of Torture, ZERO System (Gundam Wing), Alternate Universe - Stargate Atlantis Fusion
He chose the study because it was formal and the least used room in the house, and brought in coffee and water because he needed something to do with his hands. "I'm sorry to request the house call. I haven't been in a reliable enough state to leave the house."
"I quite understand," Bedelia murmured. "Is this the place you feel most comfortable talking?"
He took the coffee and sat in one of the low overstuffed reading chairs rather than at the desk. "Yes. I, what we discussed a couple of weeks ago, you know. Surprising only to me, apparently, it went terribly." He cradled the coffee, watching her select where to sit, posture and movement impeccable as ever.
@simulacrarynâ
Higurashi https://archiveofourown.org/works/25592344#main
Heero YuyÂ
Higurashi = Mundane life, living hand-to-mouth. This is a VERY old fic of my (from 2008...), about what life might have been like for Heero after the war.
The Manwell
The Silencer and the Sicarian (Ch. 1 & 2) https://archiveofourown.org/works/25478938/chapters/61805053
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei/Solo
Characters: Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Chang Wufei, Solo (Gundam Wing), Hilde Schbeiker, Catherine Bloom, Kyouju H | Instructor H
Additional Tags: Wufei POV, Duo POV, Trowa POV, Solo POV
Series: Part 4 of The Brothers Maxwell
It was just one vow. A simple but necessary promise to respect life -- both human and fey -- but can Duo hold to it when his resolve is put to the ultimate test?
@tziganecaffiends & Zaganthi (Caffiends)
Dust to Dust https://archiveofourown.org/works/25519633/chapters/61915789
M/M, Chang Wufei/Treize Khushrenada
Treize Khushrenada, Chang Wufei, Mariemaia Khushrenada, Duo Maxwell
Domestic Fluff, Bondage, bottom Treize, Mental Instability, Mental Health Issues, Aftermath of Violence, Aftermath of Torture, Rape Aftermath, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Kidnapping, Subspace, Subdrop, Diplomacy, Alternate Universe - Stargate Atlantis Fusion, ZERO System (Gundam Wing), Graphic Dipictions of Violence
It was unbearable, it was too much, and his heart was trying its best to jump out of his chest. Treize managed to get his knees pulled up, and pressed his forehead against them, struggling to breathe as the anxiety crawled up from his gut and clenched around his heart. Not there, anywhere but there, and he'd been fine seeing it in ZERO, not fine, but okay, livable, but being there, smelling the familiar antiseptic hell and must of the place, took his legs out from under him.
He could play forward on all of the other scenarios he hadn't wanted to explore, and he knew when that door opened it wasn't going to be Wufei. It was never going to be what he'd wanted, no matter hard he'd played at it back home with Wufei.
Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:
@2pcbiscuitâ
https://2pcb.tumblr.com/post/625195682010120192/am-i-a-furry-artist-now-quatre-is-supposed-to-be
Raccoon!Trowa, and other cute surprises.
@antarespromiseâ
https://antarespromise.tumblr.com/post/625175674322305024
WuFei Chang
https://antarespromise.tumblr.com/post/625274951362117632
Duo Maxwell
@bobo-is-tha-bombâ
https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/625096842616717312/having-waaaay-too-much-fun-rediscovering-art
Trowa Barton
@grey-sentryâ
https://grey-sentry.tumblr.com/post/624917334680829952/next-batch-of-artwork-for-the-gw-art-discord
Heero & Doktor S
https://grey-sentry.tumblr.com/post/624917124777951232/art-made-for-the-gw-art-discord-i-tried-to-follow
Relena & Catherine
@gundayumâ
https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/625232214658056192/i-relish-in-being-a-terrible-human-being
Relena & Heero
@oekakimemoâ
https://oekakimemo.tumblr.com/post/625242524130361345/20200728-digital
Relena Darlian/Peacecraft
@tatakaumonoâ
https://tatakaumono.tumblr.com/post/625240776436252672/its-evens-propaganda-month-dont-tag-as
Quatre/Duo
Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:
@bobo-is-tha-bombâ
https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/625161359751036928/im-so-lucky-to-have-awesome-friends-thank-you
GW T-shirts
@cynthiaandsamusâ
https://cynthiaandsamus.tumblr.com/post/625268346914586624/like-everyone-in-gundam-wing-is-a-ridiculously
Zechs Merquise
@janaverseâ
https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/625277358889451521/aannnnndddd-theyre-done-3-the-process-was-a
Heero & Duo silhouettes
https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/625280260361093120/for-scale-btw-they-are-perfectly-framed-from
For scale - Heero & Duo silhouettes
Head Canons:
@disturbed02girlâ
https://disturbed02girl.tumblr.com/post/625254324341194752/gw-fashion-mix-day-off
GW Fashion Mix - Day Off : Duo, Heero, Trowa, WuFei, Quatre
Fandom Discourse:
@lifeaftermeteorâ
https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/625289823670927360/whats-all-this-then-although-the-gw-discord
Discord Meet-up! 0900 EST on both Saturday (August 29) and Sunday (August 30)
Quotes:
@incorrectgundamwingquotesâ
https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/625002948624318464/iria-father-quatre-youre-family-you-shouldnt
Iria & Rashid
https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/625184158043570177/duo-to-trowa-are-you-trying-to-hurt-my-feelings
Duo at Trowa
Calendar Events:
@gwcocktailfridayâ
Cocktail Fridays!
Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.
Hereâs the prompt for Friday, August 7th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/625255859848642560/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-august
In need of SUMMER & FALL/AUTUMN prompts!
@gwoc-octoberâ
GW OC October 2020!
Help pick out prompts! https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/621130082429337600/hello-gundam-wing-folks-thats-right-gw-oc
@seasons-of-gundamwingâ
Summer of Hilde!
Check the page today! The full prompt list was set to post at 10AM!
We also have an AO3 collection now! Come check it out. https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/624191236146855936/seasons-of-gundam-wing-archive
@thisweekingundameventsâ
Events Calendar
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heeeeeey again besties !! itâs your favorite icon hailey coming at you with another dumpster fire . their name is willow and theyâre  a mix between a vodka aunt and stoner cousin whoâs an actual mom !! i stg if one of you says â step on me â . Â
đđđđ đ.  đđĄđ đđŠđŠđĽđ˘đđđđ˘đ¨đ§
( zoe kravitz, nonbinary, they/she, aquarius, 29 ) i spotted willow russell at the beach today. donât you know them? they live down by the rocks and usually hang out with the skaters & families clique. from what iâve heard, they can be destructive, but theyâre also passionate. i always think of them when i hear cherry bomb - the runaways and tend to associate them with scarlet red lips, 70s  band tees, & the bitterness of black coffee .
đđđđ đđ. đđĄđ đŹđđđŹđ˘đŹđđ˘đđŹ
đđŽđĽđĽ đ§đđŚđÂ
willow dawn russell
đ§đ˘đđ¤đ§đđŚđ(đŹ)Â
will & lola
đđ˘đŤđđĄđđđ˛Â
february 14th
đđ đÂ
twenty - nine ( 29 )
đĄđđ˘đ đĄđÂ
five foot two inches ( 5â˛2âł )
đ đđ§đđđŤÂ
nonbinary
đŠđŤđ¨đ§đ¨đŽđ§đŹÂ
they / them / theirs & she / her / hers
đ¨đđđŽđŠđđđ˘đ¨đ§(đŹ)Â
owner of the rocks skate park
manager at victoriaâsÂ
đĽđđ§đ đŽđđ đ(đŹ)Â
english & spanish
đ¨đŤđ˘đđ§đđđđ˘đ¨đ§Â
pansexual & panromantic
đđđđđđĽđđ˘đŚ
zoe kravitz
đđđđ đđđ. đđĄđ đŠđđŤđŹđ¨đ§đđĽđ˘đđ˛
đłđ¨đđ˘đđÂ
aquarius sun, scorpio rising, & cancer moon
đđĽđ˘đ đ§đŚđđ§đÂ
chaotic good
đŚđđđ˘Â
estj-t
đđ§đ§đđđ˛đŠđÂ
type 3w2 ( the achiever )
đđđŚđŠđđŤđđŚđđ§đÂ
choleric-phlegmatic
đĄđ¨đŽđŹđÂ
gryffindorÂ
đĽđ¨đŻđ đĽđđ§đ đŽđđ đđŹ
how they love others - acts of service, words of affirmation, & physical touch
how they need to be loved - quality time & physical touch
đđĄđđŤđđđđđŤ đ˘đ§đŹđŠđ¨
princess carolyn ( bojack horseman ) , allison hargreeves ( umbrella academy ) , fiona gallagher ( shameless ) , steven hyde ( that 70s show ) , regina mills ( once upon a time )
đđđđ đđ. đđĄđ đđ˘đ¨đ đŤđđŠđĄđ˛
triggers  (  these  are  all  the  triggers  as  they  appear  throughout  ,  they  will be  tagged accordingly  )  : abuse tw , assault & abuse tw , fire tw , death tw , pregnancy tw , pregnancy tw , assault & death tw , death mention
đđĄđ đđŚđđŤđ đđ§đđ.Â
born in the supposed  â rough side of town â , willow was born into a somewhat nuclear family , two present parents , a younger sister , and all the love that a child could ask for .
her parents kristen and isaiah were your typical sunhollow couple , high school sweethearts , and madly in love . isaiah being the laid back stoner type and kristen being your stereotypical type a suburban mom .
isaiah was the more laid back of the pair , being the sole owner of the rocks skate park ( where he acted as a father figure for anyone who set foot on the ramps ) , and coming from a less than glamorous childhood himself , believed in giving your children space to grow and adapt into their own person . Â
their mother kristen , on the other hand the first to bring over fresh baked goods and homemade casseroles to the new neighbors , heavily involved in the pta , and the most visible parents at any school function geared towards their kids .
it was almost stifling how much the kristen was involved in their childrenâs lives , always on top of their grades , their extracurricular involvement , essentially any aspect of their childrenâs lives that she could control they took the liberty in doing so .
though thatâs not to say that she wasnât  concerned with how her children felt , more so that she was convinced their way was the right way .
the russells balanced each other out perfectly , and it continued to be that way for as long as willow could remember it .
a  rather  well  behaved  child  ,  willow  tried  their  absolute  best  to  fly  under their  motherâs  radar  ,  which  is  extremely  difficult  when  youâre  the  eldest daughter  of  only  two  .  so  willow  subsequently  felt  a  lot  of  the  pressure of her mother from  a  young  age  .
due to her motherâs overbearing nature willow naturally gravitated towards being a daddyâs girl . spending any and all free time she could with him and from the minute she was old enough to walk he taught her how to skate , something that became a bonding experience for both of them , as she got better and better , their bond grew stronger and stronger .
rain or shine , there wasnât a single day that willow didnât spend with her father . everyone in the rocks joked that she was a derivative of him , a spitting image if anyone had ever seen one .
and as willow grew up things became no different .
đđĄđ đĄđŽđŤđŤđ˘đđđ§đ.Â
high school came around and willow got two extremely different notions from their parents . their mother wanted her to buckle down and focus on choosing a sensible career , while their father wanted her to follow their passions in the same vein that he did ( his being a now infamous band , at least to willow )
willow tried their best to maintain a balance of both extracurriculars that appeased their mother , and free time spent with their father at the skate park , helping him out with general upkeep and sharpening their skills whenever possible .
during one of daily trips to the ramps , she happened to notice someone sheâd never seen before , call it love at first sight , or just teenage hormones , but suddenly willow had a new goal in mind .
it didnât take long before they also caught his attention , if for no other reason than that they were measurably a hundred times better than he was on the ramps , and soon enough a relationship formed .
for once willow didnât care much about their motherâs pedantic tendencies or their fatherâs disapproval of the boy that sheâd chose , they were in love , and no one could tell them otherwise .
ABUSE TW this was until their boyfriend proved to be more controlling than thier mother . she could hardly go to the ramps , all her free time was spent with him rather than her father , and if they ever dared challenge him things go physical .
they were all apperances in public , and to their parents , holding hands in the hallways and him slipping them handwritten love letters , but things only continued to escalate as their relationship continue further .
ASSAULT & ABUSE TW the final straw was when he threatened them with a knife to their throat due to them choosing to spend time with their father instead of sit in on his band practice without alerting him . it was then they realized they never wanted to fear someone like that again .
finally gathering the courage to share with their father what was happening behind the scenes , they successfully managed to break things off , and although they had escaped their situation , that relationship had lasting impacts on how they viewed love .
they clung to security after this , constantly attached to the hip of their father , worried about what the return of their ex lover might look like . thankfully this fear never came to fruition , though it still hauntingly lingers to this day .
they successfully graduated high school , and with heavy influence from their mother enrolled in sunhollow for a degree in journalism . and the minute they stepped foot on the sunhollow campus and swore not to fall in love , thatâs exactly what they did .
đđĄđ đđđđđŤđŚđđđĄ.Â
he was nothing like her last boyfriend all sweet words and gentle hands that knew exactly the spots to kiss to make her feel whole again .
the whiplash that came from going to a super toxic relationship to one where he was extremely loving and gentle was something that willow had to slowly become accustomed to .
she spent her days with him in the library , hushed giggles and hand holding , and her nights commuting back to the rocks to help out her family with her job that she got at victoriaâs .
though journalism wasnât exactly her main passion , there were plenty of opportunities to get involved with things that were . enter the band her and her boyfriend
they were nothing to write home about , they were good in a local dive bars , but they definitely werenât going to be selling out stadiums any time soon , and honestly they preferred it that way .
this was her college experience , playing shows at victoriaâs , splitting time between her boyfriend and her family , and working her way towards completing her bachelorâs degree .
she even saved up enough money with her boyfriend to afford a moderately sized condo in the rocks close to her childhood home . this condo would also become the place where he ended up proposing the idea of getting eloped . he was convinced they didnât need a ceremony only each other .
the day she walked the stage with her husband was one of the proudest moments of her life , but soon enough it would devolve into the worst .
FIRE TW  clamors of a house fire in the rocks , prompting an early departure from both willow and her husband who drove home to see willowâs childhood home in flames .
DEATH TW by the time that help had arrived , it was too late , both her parents had been consumed by the flames , childhood memories had been destroyed , and willow yet again felt broken .
the only family that remained was her , her sister , and her husband . and willow took every opportunity to step up to the plate and provide her sister whatever she could within her means .
willow decided to put her journalism degree to work to honor her parents and wrote for the local newspaper , bringing light to social issues at the rocks , and local news going on within the community from any side of town . but she also had the job of maintaining the skate park her father left for her , and part - time shifts at victoriaâs , a job that gave her some semblance of normalcy .
four years seemed to pass willow by without seemingly anything interesting happening , life seemed to finally calm down .
PREGNANCY TW but  soon enough after weeks of getting sick after rehearsal ( her college bad reuniting to play victoriaâs  on sunday nights ) , and waking up nauseated , willow realized she might have idea of what was going on . three pregnancy tests later she was staring down at a pink plus sign with tears in her eyes .Â
they were more than happy to finally settle down and seriously consider having a family , something that willow had always craved .
and the minute that life got better again it go exponentially worse .
PREGNANCY TW  about a month before her twenty - fifth birthday , willow gave birth to twin girls which she named iris and imani , and the second time she ever held them in her arms she received life altering news .
ASSAULT & DEATH TW while on his way to the hospital , her husband was mugged , an assault which ultimately lead to his death .
once again willow was left to pick up the pieces of losing someone important to her , and as it stood she had four people who needed her , the most important two being the infants bundled in her arms in that moment .
đđĄđ đŤđđŹđŽđŤđŤđđđđ˘đ¨đ§.
that was four years ago now and iris and imani have been their main priority ever since .
DEATH MENTION since the passing of her husband , she realized that couldnât keep living her life for other people , and so she quit her job at the paper , picked up more shifts at victoriaâs (  even worked her way up to being a manager ) , and took over her dadâs place at the skate park .
similar to her dad , anyone who steps foot on the ramps is by proxy her child , and thatâs no joke , she will never forget a face and she will get to know everything about you , she believes in taking care of the people who keep her dadâs legacy alive .
the best way that i can describe her personality is abrasive , extremely rough around the edges , and she is not one to let people in easily anymore . unless of course she considers you family , then she is by your side until the end of time .
đđđđ đ. đđĄđ đđĄđđŤđđđđđŤ đđđŻđđĽđ¨đŠđŚđđ§đ
đđđŻđ¨đŤđ˘đđđŹ
đđ¨đĽđ¨đŤÂ
navy blueÂ
đ°đđđđĄđđŤÂ
thunderstorms are her favorite for some reason she finds an odd comfort in them
đđ˘đŚđ đ¨đ đđđ˛Â
she tends to work a lot of nights so her favorite time of day is dusk, the moon is just coming up, and her day feels like itâs just getting started
đđ§đ˘đŚđđĽ(đŹ)Â
foxes
đđŚđ¨đŁđ˘đŹ
đđđ¤đđ´đĽľđđ
đđđŚđ˘đĽđ˛
đŚđ¨đđĄđđŤÂ
kristen russell ; deceased
đđđđĄđđŤÂ
isaiah russell ; deceased
đŹđ˘đđĽđ˘đ§đ (đŹ)
wanted connection ; sister
đđĄđ˘đĽđđŤđđ§
iris russell ( 4 years old )
aquarius sun, libra rising, & aquarius moon
imani russell ( 4 years old )
aquarius sun, libra rising, & aquarius moon
đĽđ˘đđđŹđđ˛đĽđ
đđđŽđđđđ˘đ¨đ§Â
degree in journalism from sunhollow university
đŠđđđŹÂ
n/a
đĄđ¨đđđ˘đđŹÂ
writing , skateboarding , surfing , yoga , cooking , singing , running , photography , traveling , and playing bass .
đĽđ˘đŻđ˘đ§đ đŹđ˘đđŽđđđ˘đ¨đ§Â
small two bedroom home that is just big enough for all of their and their daughterâs belongings .
đŹđĽđđđŠđ˘đ§đ đĄđđđ˘đđŹÂ
between maintaining the skatepark during the day , working nights at victoriaâs , and raising twin girls , willow doesnât see a lot of sleep but she takes what she can get .
đđđđ˘đ§đ đĄđđđ˘đđŹ
willow survives a lot on take - out and vending machine snacks , but the days she does have she makes sure to cook recipes handed down to her from her mother .
đđđŹđđĄđđđ˘đđŹ
70s  band  tee  shirts  and  high  waisted  denim ,  burnt  orange  and olive green paisley ,  psychedelic rock,  ginger  and  lime,  loves  post - apocalyptic  sci-fi  and films , scarlet red painted lips , insatiable  wanderlust,  muddy  doc-martins  and goofy thrift-store  sweaters ,  feels  soothed  by  the  sound  of  thunder , fluorescent drug  store  signs  reflected  in  parking  lot  puddles ,  angsty  conversations  on rooftops .
đđđđ đđ.  đđĄđ đ°đđ§đđđ đđ¨đ§đ§đđđđ˘đ¨đ§đŹ
uhhhh  so  i  have  wasted  all  my  brain  power  on  this  so i have no suggestions  i can  come  up  with  at  the  moment  ! but listen  feel  free  to  message  me so we can brain storm some plot ideas  i  promise  i  will  scream  and  cry  over !
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