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solaarbeeam · 2 months

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NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK

windbreaker x gn!reader

warnings/cw: no warning, usage of Y/N and L/N

syn. - a new school and gang has come to town, the boys all have their respective opinions on it.

characters :: haruka sakura, hayate suo, umemiya hajime, togame jo

a/n:: been obsessed with this anime for a minute now but this is my first work in the fandom sooo lemme know if yall like it!! if i forgot a character or you wanna see more just lemme know what character you’d wanna see <33

side note, this fic is completely self indulgent because i know the usual shtick is ‘oh they protect you’ which of course nothing is wrong with that, but i also like it more when reader is also badass and can fight, so here we are!! pls enjoy 😊

HARUKA SAKURA

He had been sent to your home grounds on Umemiya’s orders, as a way to get to know the new gang in town. Rumors has it that this new gang is strong, and had a hand in orchestrating a raid on Zinc which has now left Zinc in a horrible position.

You already know how he feels about strength and what it means to be strong, so he would’ve checked it out by himself, but Umemiya had said to go with Suo and Nirei, and so here they are, about to cross over into your territory.

Once they pass the overhead bridge, he’s met with a school building, not all that bigger than Bofurin, with graffiti in some spots. On the front, there was a flag, a soft blue color with a sun, its rays moving in a spiral.

Sanshedo. Sun Shade. Interesting name, he thinks.

“Are you sure we can just waltz in here? Aren’t we gonna get in trouble if we just come in with no warning?” Asks Nirei, obviously shaking from the unfamiliar surroundings.

In Sakura’s opinion, who the hell cares? If it’s such a big issue, then this new gang can deal with it-

“Your friend is right, yknow? I could’ve said you were intruding and have our Head send a couple guys to deal with you three.”

He whisks around, taking in your features. From the style of boots you’re wearing to the look you’re giving him, Nirei, and Suo.

The very first thing he thinks, is pretty.

He blushes as soon as the thought comes to his mind.

“However, seeing the jackets you three have on, I’m not worried about starting problems. You guys are members of Bofurin, right? Windbreaker?”

He nods frantically, unsure as to why he’s so nervous. He’s not in a fight, and even when he is, all he feels is anticipation, only hints of nervousness, and excitement. Why is it different now?

Why is it so different with you?

He can feel Suo’s stare at his back, and he’d been inclined to look at him if it wasn’t for the way you just trapped him in place, unable to move.

“Cool hair, by the way. Also, Blondie, I like the clip and I like the earrings, eyepatch.”

“It’s Haruka Sakura, not just cool hair.”

But why did it feel so nice to hear that you think his hair is cool instead of weird or scary. What the hell is going on?

“Well, Haruka Sakura, the name’s L/N Y/N. Bofurin, welcome to Sanshedo.”

You throw your hands up to showcase the school behind you, the symbol of Sanshedo, god he needs to remember the name, shown on the back of your jacket.

“Also, I hear you’re strong, Sakura. Care for a friendly fight?” A sly grin makes its way on your face, and he can feel his lips curl up into a smile.

“You’re on, L/N.”

Somehow, this new gang doesn’t seem to be half bad after all.

HAYATO SUO

Hayato Suo has always been the type to play with his food. Not in a literal sense per se, but when it comes to fights.

He is very much intrigued when he sees you, very much multiple knuckles deep in a fight. The way you fought them was so mesmerizing to him, how you moved was so fluid and graceful.

Alas, he was on town patrol with Sakura and Nirei, so all good things must come to an end. Nirei shouts the word ‘intruder’, and in that same breath, you had finished the group of thugs.

“Oh shit, it’s Bofurin!”

The three of three stop, not knowing what to do. Kiryuu and Tsugeura fall in step behind them, all brandished on Sakura’s opposite sides.

Suo pauses, noticing the light blue color of your jacket. The pin on the jacket has a spiral, and from the side view, he can see glimpses of a design on the back of the jacket, not unlike their enemy-turned-friend Shishitoren.

He eyes you up and down, nothing that seems threatening in your stance or posture. How interesting.

Hayato Suo has always been a curious child.

“Yes, that would be us, and you are?”

Nirei looks up at him in exasperation. He pointedly ignores it.

“L/N Y/N of Sanshedo. We’re a new faction in town. Say, you’re Hayato Suo, right? Fancy a spar?”

Well, he has always been the curious type, and Umemiya has always told them that fights are conversations, so why not?

“Sure.”

Sakura splutters. He’s been trying to get a fight out of Suo for ages!

What can he say? You’re very pretty and very interesting, is there anything else he needs in order to make a connection?

HAJIME UMEMIYA

As the leader of Bofurin, he has a responsibility to all of the people, his family, under his jurisdiction. He has a duty to the townspeople as well.

Quite frankly, he’s had a lot of foresight, especially when it comes to a certain two-toned first year, but he could’ve never predicted this.

A new gang, thats apparently been in existence for a while now, only two years younger than the founding of Bofurin, and he sees this as his responsibility to go and check it out.

A poor oversight on his part, in his opinion.

He shrugs on his coat, making sure to let Tsubakino that him and Hiragi are heading out, and exists the Furin premises.

The minute he gets there, he sees a whole abandoned school building, but looks big enough to be mistaken for a mini-airport.

Outside, he sees a couple people wearing identical jackets. A light blue colored varsity jacket, with spirals etched into the buttons and a sun branded into the back of the jackets.

A sun? Interesting choice of mascots.

Hiragi taps his shoulder, pointing to the windows of the building.

When Umemiya looks to the building, he sees the windows lined with nothing but people looking at them, all branded with the same light blue jackets, boys and girls mixed and alike.

Okay, he admits it. Walking into another gang’s territory without prompting is his fault, but he was curious!

“You work for Bofurin? Come with me.”

They’re both taken to an office. It has the same logo on the jackets on the wall, with the kanji for the gang in the middle.

Sanshedo. Sun Shade.

“Boss? I brought two people that wanna meet you-“

“Look! I got some new gemstones! I have topaz to add to the collection now- Oh!”

You snap your head to attention, to which Umemiya is looking at the collection of jewels with sparkling eyes. You look back at him with sparkling eyes as well.

You both share a hyperfixation. What is there not to like?

He can feel Hiragi’s deadpan stare behind him.

“Oooh! What do you like?”

“Plants!”

“Cool! Hey, you lead Bofurin, right? What’s your name?”

“Umemiya Hajime, you?”

“L/N Y/N, leader of Sanshedo. Care for a chat?”

Sure, he originally came to see what was up, discuss territory and make a possible alliance, but hey! This is cool too.

And you’re very cute. Like, very very cute.

TOGAME JO

Well, here’s the thing about Togame and his relationship with Shishitoren thus far.

He’s changed, him and Choji, that doesn’t mean they aren’t still just as vigilant with protecting and managing their territory as they were before the Bofurin Tournament.

So, when he hears there’s a big ass brawl in between two different gangs in his and Choji’s territory, he puts himself into action immediately.

He slings on his jacket, the embroidered lion’s head contrasting with the monk-like garb he had on the daily. Glasses catching sunlight, running with Choji.

Only to come to the scene to find you, minor cuts and scrapes along your face, and blood on your knuckles that really didn’t seem to belong to you.

Then he looks down to see the other guys, and finally thinks, yes, you whooped ass.

However, that doesn’t mean that you get off scot free. This is his territory after all, and if it went unchecked, it would be worse for Shishitoren’s already bad reputation.

“And who might you be, beating up people in our territory.”

“I honestly couldn’t care less. I’ve seen those jackets, you’re Shishitoren. I have no business listening to people who prey on the weak for fun.”

“I don’t care what you think of us, you’re still in our territory. Also? You talk too much.”

“You beat up middle schoolers, I really don’t want to hear it. I just helped you out with Zinc, give me a break.”

His eye twitches. It’s too damn early for this.

And you’re quite the looker. It’s a shame you’re enemies as of right now.

Damn you’re cute. Fuck, maybe he can try to redirect the conversation?

“How about we start with your name and who you’re under then we can chat.”

Hopefully over some ice tea and your number in his phone by the end of today. Can he pull it off? Shit, he’ll certainly try.

“Y/N L/N. Right hand to Sanshedo’s leader. You? I’ve heard of Tomiyama over there, but not you.”

You are so lucky you’re drop dead gorgeous or else he would’ve drop kicked you into next week.

“Togame Jo. Right hand to Shishitoren’s leader. Care for a chat over a drink?”

You look at him some type of way, but agree in the end.

Now if only he can get your number, today will be perfect.

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okaerina · 1 year

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𖥻 THINGS — enhypen ◌ ִ ۫ ּ

syn ; things enha reminds me of !

heeseung !

dangly earrings, pendent chains, skinny ripped jeans, rock guitar, clubbing, late studio night, concerts, rainy empty street, love songs, specs, ice cream, deers, rainforest, going over the speed limit, long drive, polaroids, balcony, tattoos, collage campus, basketball, getting into fist fights, breaking rules, warm breeze, kisses, sharing earphones, untied shoelaces, sleeveless tops, cross jewelries, chase atlantic songs

jay !

red wine, ball dance, guitar, empty kitchen, champagne bubbles, tuxedo suits, runaway, black cat, fashion magazines, gold jewelries, camping, eucalyptus, biking, biker jackets, street racing, late night walks, city lights, porsche, cologne, the weeknd songs, loose tie, fancy restaurant, chanel bags, iced americano, home, long hugs, words of affirmation, eye contact, autumn, posh music, v necks, opera, musical recital, marriage, ancient churches

jake !

pancakes, golden retrievers, empty parks, cardigans, picnic, wolf pups, landscapes, abstract art, lip piercings, makeout sessions, mornings, cream, sheets, swimming, sand castles, tree houses, venus, varsity player, rings, clashing waves, sun shinning through curtains, backyard, champagne, sparkly eyes, netflix and chill, forehead kisses, caramel fudge, winter, jb songs, garden, lilies, lipstick stains

sunghoon !

sculptures, greek mythology, snow, ice skating, pointe shoes, swan lake, ice rinks, rhinestones, vampires, sharp canines, royalty, huskies, novels, cruise, 90s songs, ear muffs, moon phase, poetry, dandelions, maple leaves, vanilla shake, pearls, penguins, blush, lucid dreams, confessions, lullaby, archangels, romance movies, boyfriend coats, monsoon, hair blowing because of the wind, moles, tears, old love, unrequited love, ribbons, weddings

sunoo !

sun, tulip field, solar system, marshmallows, tteobokki, street food, shopping, karaoke, smiles, cute stationeries, stickers, secret diary, cheek kisses, mufflers, red foxes, bratz doll, playdate, selfies, carnations, easter, boba tea, bestfriends to lovers, cherry blossoms, lip gloss, skincare, disney shows, late night face timing, gossiping, watching kdramas, sanrio stuffs, blowing bubbles, photo booths, texts, horizon

jungwon !

kittens, valleys, teenage dream, gold fish, aquariums, subways, cds, headphones, empty bus rides, babybreaths, holding hands, first love, taylor swift songs, messy hair, vacation, countryside, group study, constellations, piggyback ride, dimples, converse, empty classroom, sheep cubs, indoor plants, mini cactus, namsan tower, han river, late fall, vintage hand written letters , young love, romcom, kitties

ni-ki !

graffiti, sunsets, baggy pants, late night dance jam, empty beach, bicycling, sea shore, ear piercings, watermelon, summer, slow dancing, grass field, bungeoppangs, duck chicks, disneyland, ps5, arcade, puma cubs, eskimo kisses, bracelets, youth, climbing fences, skipping school, skateboarding, mangas, school festivals, footsies, cute band aids, oversized attires, j-rock, night sky, laughters, slice of life, teenage, playfulness, photo booths, anime, shoujo manga

taglist ; @solarwoniii @shiningstar-byulxx @wtfhyuck @ichiibunztwt @enhawhoreist

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archipithecus · 1 year

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Friends at the Table is a podcast focused on critical worldbuilding, smart characterization, fun interaction between good friends, and asking "what if X was Y? what if W could do Z?"

anyways here's a non-comprehensive selection of some times FatT asked good hypotheticals

(spoilers for Autumn in Heiron, Marielda, Winter in Heiron, COUNTER/Weight, Twilight Mirage, Sangfielle, and some Bluff City i think) (i know Spring, Partizan, and Palisade must also have good "what if X was Y?" but i'm still catching up) (this got way long so i'm putting it behind a readmore) (shoutout to Search at the Table at https://curiosity.cat-girl.gay/ for letting me do this) (also to Transcripts at the Table for writing this all down in the first place)

KEITH: What if I was a snow...hawk… ART: What if you're like, a Dr. Seuss animal? KEITH: Yeah! What if I was a star-bellied sneetch?

KEITH: (laughing) What if the bird was a can opener!

AUSTIN (as Zaktrak): It's like, what if a, what if a factory or train or a windmill could read a book?

AUSTIN (CONT.): And then he, he looks up, he actually has like a very… his build is kind of like, angular and… not thin in terms of like, weak? But he has a sort of… androgynous character about him, in terms of his like, what you would think of as like his body structure. And… very beautiful blue eyes. He’s sort of like, what if David Bowie was super black.

AUSTIN: And that's kind of like, the picture you get of her, is like, What if Fero was like, 30% less hyperactive? Still way more hyperactive than everybody else in-- the world? (laughter) but like, just a little more in tune, with the world.

AUSTIN: What if fire was matte?

ART: What if a—what if a 90s after school special needed some graffiti

AUSTIN: Yeah. He asks you, um... watching what unfolds, and there's, there's, it's--and this is the fuckin' nerdiest thing I'm ever gonna say; it's like what if A-ha's Take On Me was an AMV? Was an anime music video?

AUSTIN: Ali’s character, how did she describe her character, “what if Han Solo used to be Beyonce?”

AUSTIN: It’s like, what if the American government was just another American company?

AUSTIN: It’s like what if holograms did gifs, basically?

ART: You how like Han Solo’s always talking to the Millenium Falcon, but what if the Millenium Falcon-- AUSTIN: Could talk back? ART: Had a chance of, yeah, of deciding he was angry.

SYLVIA: For example. Like just p - yeah, what if they have psychic assassins there. Oh! What if this planet’s an alien? What if this planet is a psychic assassin? Which is a great sentence I just said.

AUSTIN: Yeah, I should note that this is also like "What if the Super Bowl was attended by high fashion models?", right?

AUSTIN: We don’t get a lot of elderly non-binary people. And so Saint Auger is like, what if someone you knew from Portland was 82?

AUSTIN: It’s almost like, what if a crown could be a dunce cap?

AUSTIN: It's like- what if there was a really enterprising twelve year old, who like, [laughs] made a physiology- uh, person- a physiology like, model, but with dirt and rocks and sticks. Also there's no face, the face is also just one of this solid black rock plates.

AUSTIN: And again, there’s just light streaming in through—I think this room is mostly, like, does not have a huge window, but it does have little eyelet windows at the top of the, towards the ceiling, that run horizontally along the room, and just like, bright—it’s almost like, what if colour could be shadow? Do you know what I mean? Like, what if instead of it being that a shadow crosses your face, it is this prismatic glow that moves across the group of you as this thing crawls around this space station.

AUSTIN: It’s like white and blue, there are stars, it- you know, I think that the- it’s, it looks like the way you might imagine like, what if the UN had spaceships?

AUSTIN: What if you mixed your- your selfhood, with the notion of wings. Or the notion of flight. Not just flying. That’s where we’re going.

AUSTIN: This giant battleship that’s like ‘what if a millipede instead of legs had guns and what if it was all around it’?

AUSTIN: This thing is like the size of like a major city. This thing is like, what if Manhattan was a battleship. And instead of buildings it had guns. Except now they’re made of weird black glass.

AUSTIN: The first time he showed up I described him as what if Canderous Ordo decided to have a robot body one day? And slowly began to replace it.

AUSTIN: There’s a little— Yes, it’s like what if a cow— what if Christian Slater was playing a cowboy from New Jersey, and also was Canderous Ordo. And also he eats through his hands.

AUSTIN: There is just this like… I think it’s just metal unfolding across space. Like, at some point Volition just kind of spat out a, a, almost, it looks like a cloud of ink but instead of ink, it’s metal. And it’s just unfolding indefinitely in space like a huge— like what if Akira, what if at the end of Akira when Tetsuo turns into a weird flesh monster? It was that but various types of metal, just like bubbling all over the place throughout space, and I don’t know how you deal with that! But suddenly in the middle of the Mirage there is just this, this ink splatter, this, this gaseous, you know, spread of metal.

AUSTIN: And it’s like — again, it’s like a pistol — it’s like what if a pistol was also like a curved sword, like almost like a scimitar or something?

JANINE: What if we do a live show, but the only live show we ever do is at Bakucon?

ART: Um, let me tell you, this is a nice coat, you guys. Um, I think it’s sort of like what if… What if a leather duster jacket was like an ephemeral idea.

AUSTIN: It’s like … I think the way I described it was, what if there was a Companion Cube that could have its corners pulled apart and in the middle is a weird glowing sphere?

AUSTIN: He has this dope, like, “What if the Millenium Falcon was a deep V?” Instead of just that little bit at the top, it goes really deep down. Or like, “What if Pacman was really long?” You know what I mean?

AUSTIN: Okay. You find him like, rolled under the bottom of his, uhh, or like on a, it’s not rolled under, he’s on like a little, like cart that has a pneumatic lift, or it’s like, it’s like a, it’s like a robot that walks around. It has like- it’s like a Boston Dynamics- like what if a Boston Dynamics, like four-legged robot was also a thing you laid on top of? Like one of those carts that goes underneath a car, to repair it. You know what I’m talking about?

AUSTIN (as Morning’s Observation): [exhales thoughtfully] Like what if milk was a solid.

AUSTIN: But it still has that ribbony-quality? [chuckles] It still has the sound of fabric rubbing on fabric? But is definitely amplified a great deal, probably? And also, we know it’s sharp, so there’s probably some… sharpness to it? You know… there’s probably, like… what if a ribbon could be a sword you pull out of a sheath?

AUSTIN: And also, Saint Sommer is a big lion man. Saint Sommer is, like… Skein. And is a big… a big… like, a big lion man. Not like Lion-o from Thundercats. Like… what if Scar could… had a big human body? Was, like… What if Scar was cut?

KEITH: And it sort of like, snap! Like, that, it's like… when we were talking about what the sound it makes, I was picturing… what if folding a blanket sounded like sheet metal?

AUSTIN: Yeah, yeah. I don’t know I think it’s like, I think this is very much like, what if the Venom symbiote was made of thread, right?

AUSTIN: So maybe it's like a- like imagine, what if a mop could just mop by itself.

AUSTIN: I won’t talk more about that stuff, but you already saw the big picture of “what if Connecticut was a space ocean,” so, you have at least some context there.

AUSTIN: It’s huge. It’s the size of a continent, right? It’s “What if South America was a big circle?” It’s “What if Europe and Eurasia was a big circle?”, constantly cast on this planet. And, you know, from space it kind of looks—not flat necessarily, right, because it’s a curved planet, it’s a sphere, or spherical, but, you know, it’s flat.

AUSTIN: It’s like what if Texas stood up.

AUSTIN (as Morning’s Observation): “What if cars brought things to you instead of bringing you to things?”

AUSTIN: It’s just like a very bright, colorful—like, what if Steven Universe did the Sailors of the Ark? What if that team did it? It’s very good.

AUSTIN: It’s like what if it’s a can opener that does that. Like a living can opener like. Grrrngaaah! I’m going fucking open holes in things! Grrngaah!

AUSTIN: Imagine that they're almost- in my mind they're like what if a martini shaker was a piston.

AUSTIN: It's like what if you could package a sunset, y'know? Into like a cube

AUSTIN: I can't believe we started this recording by looking at pies [KEITH and DRE laugh] that make me hurt and ended with ‘what if all foods could be jelly juice?’.

AUSTIN: I saw a big buffalo picture and I was like what if that was a person, that looks cool.

ART: But what if some of these skeletons are like, sick of this shit?

AUSTIN: I think I pitched this show as like: what if Ghost in the Shell but-but magic and witches instead of cyborgs and stuff?

JACK: So, out come this nascent organization who we’re calling Shapeknights. Who are -- I think the easiest way to say it is “cowboys for trains?” They are, like -- what if instead of the cowboy riding alongside the train on his horse, he was corralling the train? Or he was trying to understand the train, or was trying to --

ALI: I think Marn, herself is a little bit more like—like what if a capybara was a siamese cat?

KEITH: Yeah. So, I wholeheartedly recommend this movie, but if not, if you don't know what I'm talking about with the goggles, at least look at that. ‘Cause it's a good image. It's sort of like, what if you had a jeweler's loupe that had a jeweler's loupe that had a jeweler's loupe?

ART: It’s like, what if the antagonist won the Mummy movie right, this is what happens-

KEITH: What if instead of one, big, beautiful hat I have two small, beautiful hats?

KEITH: Like what if they made headphones just for being cool at a party?

KEITH: What if you make pizza by opening the box? That it was an empty box until you opened it.

AUSTIN: What if insects were made of teeth?

JACK: She’s the fuckin’ person of the train. She’s like what if a train could output a person.

KEITH: What if the train was a nice train?

ART: What if a Madame Tussauds came to life?

AUSTIN: What if fire could be a ghost?

AUSTIN: Looking through this here, sounds like what you wrote here was “What if a dolphin was like a velociraptor?”

AUSTIN: They’re hitched. Yeah, they've been hitched. Three of them have been hitched. And I said horse, but I want you to imagine is what if…what if a shrimp were a horse?

JACK: You sort of just like rise up the slope. It's a bit like what if a train was an escalator.

AUSTIN: What if Beyonce was Poison Ivy?

AUSTIN: All my cards on the table, Millennium Black is like what if Blade stopped being a vampire hunter and started being a casino owner.

AUSTIN: He's sort of like what if Alex Jones wasn't terrible

#friends at the table

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yxlnst · 5 months

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Ghost City: SEVENTEEN's Urban Adventure

🎀 Summary 🎀 : Seventeen explores an abandoned city, facing eerie whispers and locked gates. The group navigates danger to find their way out.

🧸 Word count 🧸 : 1,270

Crack/Random

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The sky was just beginning to darken as you stood with Seventeen at the edge of the abandoned city. Everyone had heard the rumors about this place—the old factories, the empty amusement park, the countless stories of hauntings and strange occurrences. It was a ghost town, but for you and the boys, it was an adventure waiting to happen.

"Alright, who's ready to explore?" S.Coups asked, his voice full of excitement. He held up his flashlight like a leader brandishing a torch.

"I'm always ready!" Hoshi exclaimed, practically bouncing with energy. You weren't surprised; he was usually the most enthusiastic in the group.

"Do we really need to do this at night?" Seungkwan asked, pretending to shiver from the wind. "I mean, isn't that how all horror stories start?"

"It's supposed to be spookier at night," you replied, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. "Besides, what's the fun without a little fear?"

Jeonghan chuckled. "Right, and if anyone gets scared, they can just hold hands with Seungkwan."

"Hey, I'm not scared!" Seungkwan retorted, crossing his arms. "I'm just... cautious."

The city loomed ahead, a mass of decaying buildings and overgrown streets. Broken streetlights flickered weakly, casting long shadows on the asphalt. Woozi, ever the pragmatic one, adjusted his bag and sighed. "Just remember, guys, we stick together. No wandering off."

"Yeah, especially you, Hoshi," Joshua added, his tone playful but with a hint of caution.

"Me? Why me?" Hoshi asked, feigning innocence.

"Because you have a habit of running off when you're excited," you said, pointing at him with your flashlight. "Last time, we almost lost you in the mall."

Mingyu, the tallest in the group, leaned against a rusted fence. "Alright, let's get moving. I want to see if we can find that amusement park. I heard there's a Ferris wheel that's still standing."

"You heard right," Vernon replied, pointing toward the distance. "It's that way. Let's go."

The group set off into the city, flashlights casting narrow beams of light across the deserted streets. The sound of their footsteps echoed, creating an eerie rhythm. Every now and then, you could hear distant sounds—perhaps animals or the wind—but it was hard to tell in a place like this.

As you walked, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. The city had been abandoned for years, but there was something about its decaying beauty that drew you in. You noticed Wonwoo taking pictures, his camera's flash lighting up the darkness.

"This place has character," he said, capturing a shot of a graffiti-covered wall. "I bet there's some cool stuff deeper in."

The8, with his artistic eye, nodded in agreement. "It's like a canvas that's been left to nature. The decay has its own beauty."

Dino, the youngest in the group, was clearly excited to be out exploring with everyone. "Hey, let's check out that alley," he suggested, pointing to a narrow path between two buildings.

"Sure, but let's stick together," you said, leading the way.

The alley was filled with debris, and the walls were covered in faded posters and graffiti. As you walked through, you noticed that the alley led to a larger street, where the faint outline of the amusement park became visible.

"There it is!" Hoshi exclaimed, picking up the pace. "Come on, let's check it out!"

The amusement park was a surreal sight. The rides were rusted and broken, the ticket booths abandoned, and the Ferris wheel loomed over the entire area, creaking in the wind. It was as if time had stopped, leaving the park frozen in a state of decay.

"Wow," Mingyu said, looking around in awe. "This is amazing."

"Yeah, amazing," DK replied, though his voice was laced with apprehension. "But does anyone else feel like we're being watched?"

"Relax," Jeonghan said, putting an arm around him. "It's just your imagination."

You led the group deeper into the park, exploring the various rides and attractions. The bumper cars were covered in rust, the carousel had lost most of its horses, and the roller coaster was overgrown with vines. Despite the decay, there was a strange beauty to it all.

"Hey, look at this," Joshua said, pointing to an old arcade. "Let's see if anything still works."

The group entered the arcade, where the smell of dust and mold filled the air. The machines were in varying states of disrepair, but The8 found one that still had power. He pressed a button, and the screen flickered to life, displaying a classic racing game.

"Who wants to race?" he asked, a playful smile on his lips.

Dino immediately stepped forward. "I'm in! Let's do this!"

As Dino and The8 played, the rest of the group explored the arcade. You noticed that Seungkwan was a bit uneasy, his gaze darting around the room.

"What's up, Seungkwan?" you asked, noticing his nervousness.

"I keep hearing things," he replied in a whisper. "Like whispers or something."

"It's probably just the wind," you said, trying to reassure him. "This place is old, and sound travels weirdly in places like this."

But as you continued exploring, you heard it too—a faint whispering, like distant voices carried by the wind. It was hard to tell where it was coming from, but it was enough to send a chill down your spine.

The group eventually left the arcade and headed toward the roller coaster. Hoshi and Mingyu were already at the top, waving down at everyone else.

"Come on up!" Hoshi shouted. "The view is amazing!"

S.Coups led the way, helping the others climb to the top of the roller coaster. From there, you could see the entire amusement park, and beyond it, the sprawling city. The sun had fully set by now, and the city was enveloped in darkness.

As you admired the view, you heard a loud crash from somewhere in the city. It was followed by a series of distant echoes, like something—or someone—was moving through the streets.

"What was that?" Woozi asked, his eyes narrowing as he listened.

"Probably just something falling," you replied, though you weren't entirely sure.

The group quickly descended from the roller coaster, heading toward the source of the noise. The shadows seemed to grow darker as you moved through the park, and the whispering grew louder.

"Guys, this is starting to get creepy," DK said, sticking close to you.

"I agree," Seungkwan replied, looking around nervously. "Maybe we should head back."

S.Coups turned to the group, his flashlight illuminating their anxious faces. "Okay, let's not take any chances. Let's head back the way we came."

As you made your way through the amusement park, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. The whispering continued, growing louder with each step. It was like the city itself was coming to life, its abandoned buildings and empty streets filled with unseen presences.

Just as you reached the entrance to the park, the gate slammed shut with a loud bang. Everyone jumped, and DK let out a small scream.

"What the—?" Vernon said, trying to push the gate open. It wouldn't budge.

"Why is it locked?" Joshua asked, his voice laced with concern.

"It's like someone's playing a prank on us," Jeonghan said, trying to lighten the mood. "Who's got the keys?"

"This isn't funny," you said, feeling a surge of anxiety. "We need to find another way out."

The group quickly headed back into the park, looking for another exit. The whispers seemed to be coming from all directions, and the darkness felt heavier. It was clear that something was not right.

As you moved through the park, you stumbled upon an old maintenance shed. The door was slightly ajar, and you could see a dim light coming from inside.

"Maybe there's a way out through here," Wonwoo suggested, pointing to the shed.

The group cautiously entered, their flashlights cutting through the darkness. Inside, the shed was filled with old tools and machinery. But what caught your attention was a map pinned to the wall, showing the layout of the amusement park.

"Look," you said, pointing to the map. "There's a service tunnel that leads out of the park. It's right behind this shed."

"Great, let's go!" Hoshi exclaimed, eager to get out of the park.

As you followed the map, you heard a loud bang from behind you. It was like something—or someone—had slammed a door shut. Everyone jumped, and Dino let out a small yelp.

"We need to get out of here," Woozi said, his voice tense. "This place is getting weird."

The group followed the map to the service tunnel, which was hidden behind a stack of old crates. It was narrow and dark, but it seemed to lead to an exit. You took the lead, flashlight in hand, guiding the group through the tunnel.

The whispers seemed to follow you, growing louder as you moved through the darkness. It was as if the city itself was alive, its unseen inhabitants watching your every move.

Finally, you reached the end of the tunnel, where a rusty door led to the street. You pushed it open, and a gust of fresh air greeted you. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

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What Comes Around: Chapter 5

Pairing: Jason Todd x Mafia! Afab Reader Synopsis: (Y/N) faces the dangerous consequences of Gino’s ruthless orders while overseeing a shipment of fear gas. As Red Hood and Nightwing stage a daring rescue, (Y/N)'s vulnerability is exposed, deepening the bond between them and Red Hood amidst a harrowing escape. (Y/N) = your name (l/n) = last name Content Warnings: Violence and gunfire, Intense emotional distress, Threats of harm and physical pain

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The warehouse loomed on the outskirts of Gotham’s industrial district, its faded, graffiti-covered brick walls crumbling under the weight of years of neglect. Rusted steel doors lined the perimeter, barely hanging on their hinges. High above, shattered windows allowed cold, silver shafts of moonlight to spill into the dim interior, casting broken light patterns across the dust-laden floors.

(Y/N) stood near the loading dock, their silhouette sharp against the gloom, watching with a critical eye as their crew hauled the crates of fear gas from the truck. The crates were heavy, marked with ominous warning labels, and the faint hiss of compressed gas leaked from some of the containers as they were hastily unloaded. The low hum of machinery filled the air, punctuated by the occasional metallic clank as crates were stacked carelessly onto nearby shelves.

A dim overhead light flickered, casting erratic shadows that played tricks on the eyes. The warehouse smelled of chemicals and decay, the pungent scent mixing with the natural grime that covered the walls and floor. (Y/N)’s crew worked in silence, their movements quick and efficient, their faces set with grim determination.

(Y/N) crossed their arms, the weight of Gino’s orders heavy on their shoulders as they observed the shipment being tucked away in the corner of the warehouse. The sickly yellow hue from the flickering lights above painted the scene in a sinister glow, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. They knew that eyes were on them—Matthis and Gino had made sure of that. Somewhere, they were watching, waiting for (Y/N) to slip up.

(Y/N) could feel the weight of their eyes, causing shivers to crawl down their spine. Shaking off the chill, they turned toward the crew, who nearly dropped a box of the dangerous gas. “Watch it, you idiots!” (Y/N) screamed, marching over to the two young mafia members. “This stuff is highly dangerous. Are you trying to get us caught?” The young men shivered under (Y/N)’s icy glare. “N-no, boss, we’ll be more careful,” one of them squeaked, his eyes darting around, avoiding (Y/N)’s gaze. Sighing, (Y/N) relaxed, closing their eyes as they rubbed the bridge of their nose. “Just—just be more careful,” they said before turning on their heel and heading back to the loading dock. The familiar static of the comms crackled to life, followed by Gino’s grumbling voice, “(Y/N), you’ve grown soft.” His voice was strained, his anger palpable even over the comms. (Y/N) sighed, pressing the button on the small device. “They’re kids, Gino,” they said, their voice trembling. A deep, chilling laugh echoed through the comm. “They’re just kids,” Gino mocked. “I don’t care. Shoot them next time.” (Y/N) shuddered at the command, their eyes scanning the warehouse as they watched their crew continue to unload the crates of fear gas. They couldn’t explain to Gino how wrong this all was. (Y/N) wasn’t like Gino; they wouldn’t kill without reason, especially not such young people who, in their opinion, shouldn’t be involved in the mafia at all. (Y/N) had no one left; Gino had made sure of that, in ways that left (Y/N) shouldering the blame. Unbeknownst to (Y/N) and their crew, two dark figures observed from a nearby rooftop. Red Hood let out a small, disgruntled sigh as he lowered the binoculars, extending them toward Nightwing. “I don’t like this, ‘Wing. They look like a caged animal. (Y/N) seems scared,” he grunted.

Nightwing nodded as he took the binoculars, his gaze following the groups of (Y/N)’s crew hauling crates of what appeared to be fear gas into the dilapidated warehouse. His focus zeroed in on (Y/N). “They look anxious, flinching every time they hear the person on the other end of the comms. Do you think it’s this Gino person?” he asked, noting (Y/N)’s repeated flinches whenever the comms crackled to life. “They look like they want to throw up. Very unusual for a mafia member,” he added, turning to Red Hood, who looked ready to storm in with guns blazing. “What’s the plan here, Red Hood?”

Red Hood grunted, running a hand along the top of his helmet. “They’re scared, ‘Wing. They didn’t tell me much. Probably too afraid that Gino would find out. They did leave this address on Benny’s rooftop for me to find. All it said was this address and ‘Fear,’” he said, standing up fully. “The plan is to attack and fake arrest (Y/N) without hurting them. It’s the best way to get them out of this and to gather more information.”

Nightwing mulled over this, his hand coming up to his chin as he considered the new information. This operation could go south quickly if they weren’t careful, and it would be worse if Gino was present. “What if Gino is here? Or worse, if he’s here and they shoot (Y/N) before we get the chance to save them?” he asked, trying to anticipate every possible outcome.

“I know, ‘Wing, but it’s a risk we have to take. You weren’t there that night. You didn’t hear how their voice shook when they said, ‘Because if I do, you will die.’ It was like their entire will to fight was gone. Something happened, and even if we don’t fully trust them, I think there’s more to this story than meets the eye. We need to find out what’s going on in this city.”

Nightwing nodded, his gaze refocusing on the operation. “Let’s do this,” he said, reaching for his Escrima sticks and holding them at his sides in a relaxed stance. Red Hood nodded in response, drawing his pistols and ensuring the safeties were off.

Nightwing and Red Hood moved stealthily across the rooftop, their figures merging with the shadows. Nightwing held up a gloved hand to signal Red Hood as they reached the edge, peering down at the warehouse below. The building's rundown facade was barely illuminated by flickering streetlights, casting eerie shadows across the loading area. (Y/N)’s crew was busy moving crates marked with ominous symbols, the fear gas inside barely visible in the dim light. Nightwing pulled a smoke grenade from his utility belt and gave Red Hood a brief nod. With a quick flick of his wrist, Nightwing tossed the grenade toward the warehouse entrance. It landed with a soft thud, and a thick, swirling cloud of white smoke erupted, quickly shrouding the area in an opaque haze.

Red Hood and Nightwing descended swiftly from the rooftop, slipping through a side entrance now obscured by the dense smoke. Inside, the warehouse was a labyrinth of crates and industrial shelving, shadows playing tricks on their senses as the smoke rolled in.

As the smoke thickened, Red Hood and Nightwing sprang into action. Red Hood, pistols drawn, fired non-lethal rounds with surgical precision. The bullets struck mafia members with sharp impacts, sending them crashing to the ground or stumbling away from the fight. Red Hood moved with ruthless efficiency, aiming to incapacitate rather than kill.

Nightwing fought with his Escrima sticks, darting between crates and using his environment to his advantage. His strikes were rapid and controlled, targeting key pressure points to bring down opponents without causing fatal harm. He maneuvered through the smoke, his movements deliberate and strategic.

(Y/N) coughed as the thick smoke obscured their vision, the acrid haze mixing with the relentless sounds of gunfire and the pained grunts of those around them. Their heart pounded in their chest, each beat echoing louder in the chaos. (Y/N) flinched as a firm grip clamped down on their arm, the robotic distortion of Red Hood’s voice modifier cutting through the din. “Come on,” Red Hood commanded, his voice clipped and urgent.

With a powerful tug, Red Hood wrenched (Y/N)’s arm behind them, forcing their wrist up between their shoulder blades. The pain was sharp, almost dislocating (Y/N)’s shoulder, and they let out a muffled cry. “Wing, I’ve got them! Let’s move!” Red Hood barked, shoving (Y/N) in front of him as he pushed toward the exit.

As the smoke thickened and the chaos inside the warehouse reached a fever pitch, Gino’s gruff voice cut through the haze with a menacing edge. The deep, guttural laugh that followed seemed to resonate with the darkness of the scene, sending a shiver through the room. His figure emerged from the swirling smoke, a silhouette of formidable presence against the billowing gray.

Gino stood tall and imposing, his tailored suit contrasting sharply with the grimy surroundings. The sharp lines of his expensive, dark suit and the glint of his polished shoes were out of place in the run-down warehouse, marking him as an outsider to this rough environment. His face was partially obscured by the haze, but his steely eyes, narrowed in anger, were unmistakably visible. The small pistol he brandished was steady in his hand, the metal catching what little light filtered through the smoke.

He advanced slowly, each step deliberate and calculated, his movements echoing with the clink of his leather gloves adjusting his grip on the gun. The sharp, predatory smile on his face was a stark contrast to the pain in his voice as he shouted, “Move and I shoot, Red Hood.” The threat was as much about power as it was about intimidation, his voice carrying an undercurrent of raw, unfiltered menace.

Gino’s eyes locked onto (Y/N), and a dark, satisfied glint sparked in his gaze as he took in their visible distress. His expression, a mix of cruel amusement and contempt, revealed his utter disregard for (Y/N)’s suffering. “Think you can just waltz out of here with them?” he sneered, his voice laced with menacing confidence.

As Red Hood immediately fired his pistol, Gino’s reaction was immediate. He let out a sharp cry of pain, the bullet striking his shoulder with a resounding thud. The impact made him stagger back, a grimace of pain flashing across his face. He clutched his wounded arm, his anger flaring into a more frantic rage. The pistol wobbled slightly in his grasp as he struggled to steady himself, his face contorting in a grimace of both pain and fury.

Despite his injury, Gino’s resolve remained unbroken. His eyes, though pained, were still cold and calculating as he watched Red Hood drag (Y/N) away. The frustration in his voice was palpable as he shouted after them, “You think this is over? I’ll find you. And when I do, there will be consequences.” His figure was enveloped by the smoke.

Taking advantage of Gino’s distraction, Red Hood dragged (Y/N) forcefully toward the exit, his grip unyielding. Nightwing was right behind them, his figure cutting through the smoke as he followed closely. The urgency of their escape was palpable, the tension mounting as they navigated the remaining obstacles.

As Red Hood and Nightwing pulled Renee out of the warehouse, they maneuvered into a narrow alley, the surrounding walls providing a brief respite from the chaos. The city loomed ahead, its labyrinth of lights and shadows stretching out below them. The cool, crisp night air was a jarring contrast to the intense heat and chaos they had just escaped. Red Hood maintained a firm grip on Renee ready to make their next move.

Nightwing took the lead, his grappling hook already at the ready. He fired it toward a nearby building, the hook securing with a satisfying clang. With a quick, practiced motion, he swung up to the roof. He looked back at Red Hood and (Y/N), his expression intense. “Come on!”

Red Hood’s grip tightened around (Y/N) as he quickly detached the grappling hook from his utility belt. With a swift, practiced motion, he fired the hook toward the next rooftop, the cable whizzing through the air before catching securely on the edge of the building. The sudden jerk as the hook anchored itself was felt through the line, but Red Hood’s focus remained unwavering.

He wrapped his arm firmly around (Y/N)’s waist, pulling them close to his side for support. As he activated the mechanism, the pair was launched into the air, the world blurring around them. The city lights below seemed to stretch and distort as they soared through the night sky. The sensation of weightlessness was brief but intense, ending abruptly as they slammed down onto the rooftop with a heavy thud. Red Hood’s boots skidded slightly as he steadied himself, his heart pounding from the adrenaline.

As the hook retracted and the cable slacked, Red Hood swiftly unfastened it, keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings. He released (Y/N) from his hold, the momentary respite allowing him to assess their condition. (Y/N) collapsed onto their knees, their body trembling uncontrollably. Their complexion seemed to lose its vitality, giving them an ashen appearance. Each breath came out in shallow, ragged bursts, the effort visibly taxing their strength. Their eyes darted around erratically, desperately trying to focus on the shifting surroundings as their vision constricted to a narrow, flickering tunnel. Red Hood’s gaze hardened with concern as he saw the signs of (Y/N)’s collapse. His breath caught beneath his helmet as he swore under his breath. “Damn it,” he muttered harshly, crouching beside (Y/N). Their eyes fluttered erratically, rolling back into their head as consciousness slipped away. Red Hood’s gloved hand reached out urgently, his fingers brushing against (Y/N)’s skin as they slumped forward, their eyelids falling shut.

With a grim determination, Red Hood quickly lifted (Y/N) into his arms, cradling them carefully, their body limp in his grip. Nightwing, who had been keeping watch, joined him, his expression grim as he assessed the situation. “We need to get them to the safe house now,” Nightwing urged, his voice taut with worry.

Red Hood nodded, his face set in a determined scowl. “I’ve got them,” he said, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. He adjusted his grip on (Y/N), ensuring they were secure before signaling to Nightwing. With a shared look of resolve, they resumed their rooftop escape, moving quickly yet cautiously as they carried (Y/N) toward safety.

Well, I hope everyone enjoyed the action in this chapter. I really hope this shows how much even if Jason isn't happy about this, he listened to when you talked. Luckily the next chapter will be a bit calmer.

Arrivederci!

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Vigilante Shit (Chapter One)

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There are more reasons than not for you to reframe from returning to Kildare. But the one reason for you to come back needs you more than you even know. Another summer is starting, and this time, you are going to be stronger and more vigilant. You are going to take care of the one person that matters more to you than anything. Your baby brother, JJ Maybank. He is 16 and alone because Luke is in jail for smuggling. He is looking at five years incarcerated and not taking it seriously, which leaves you to do it for him. Your return is important. You know you cannot backtrack and fall into the darkness.

You wave politely at the deck crew of the ferry you are leaving. The sound of your tires hitting the pavement solidifies that you are back in the OBX. The first stop is Heyward’s because you know that the house is likely disgusting and without supplies for food or cleaning. The roads are all the same, but the scenery is not. So many new luxury houses dot the coastline, and signs promising luxury neighborhoods just minutes from the beach litter the side of the roads.

Two years. You have been gone two years, and it looks so different in Figure 8. The more upscale part of the island would likely encroach on The Cut if not for the bridge that creates the divide. The familiarity of the graffitied bridge and signs, smaller house, and your childhood promise limited change on this side of the island.

Heyward’s comes into view as you turn onto the road leading to the docks. A smile tugs at your lips. You are home. You park the car and slip out, aware that no one knows you are coming or here. Not even JJ. You had intervened before DCS could, promising to look after your brother until Luke is released or JJ becomes of age.

As you enter the store and push your sunglasses up onto your head, you spy Pope and Heyward talking while filling ice bins with fresh seafood. You smile at the father and son banter they share. Heyward is laughing at something Pope says with such animation.

“Y/n?”

You spin to see Mrs. Heyward looking at you. You tense, waiting for her reaction.

“It is you!” She crosses the space between you to pull you into a hug. Surprise colors your face at her excited reaction. She squeezes you tightly, rubbing your back. “It’s about time you came home!” She pats your hand before squeezing both in her own. “JJ keeps us updated, but we always have to ask that boy.”

You laugh in relief, glancing to see both Pope and Heyward looking into the store. Pope’s mouth drops open in shock, and Heyward wags his finger at you with a laugh.

“We are so proud of you!” Mrs. Heyward continues leading you further into the store. “You got your life back on track. You have always been such a smart girl with promise! And so beautiful,” she praises you, brushing your strawberry blonde locks back over your shoulder so that she can get a clear view of your face. “Just like your mother. You have her eyes.”

You smile in appreciation at her. “Thank you.”

“Hey!” Pope grins, hugging you next. You squeeze him back. “JJ didn’t say anything.”

“Because he doesn’t know.”

Pope’s eyes widen, and you giggle.

“I’m hoping to get unpacked and the house cleaned up before he finds out.” You turn to Heyward. “And I came to my favorite shop to get the stuff I need. I hope that is okay.”

“Of course, Sweetheart!” He hugs you next before glancing at his wife. “We have to let the past go at some point, and we know you have mended your ways.”

You smile weakly, glancing at the wall where your picture used to hang, banning you from shopping at the store. “That means a lot to me.”

He grins, glancing around. “So, what do you need? If I don’t have it, I can get it for you.”

“Perfect!” You beam and fish out the list you had comprised on the ferry. “I think this will put a dent in what needs to be done.”

He takes the list and walks away with Mrs. Heyward to start gathering items before you can object to them doing it for you. Pope is staring at you like he thinks you will vanish if he so much as blinks.

“Where is he?” You ask. “Do you know?”

“Island Club. His shift ends in about an hour.”

“Great, do you think he’ll come home or go to the Chateau?”

“Chateau, but I can bring him over there if you need.”

“That is okay. I’ll probably stop by there with dinner for you guys if that works.”

Pope smiles. You knew their routine after texting JJ during the past few weeks after hearing about Luke and Big John. You also know that if the Heywards or Carreras do not feed them, then they likely do not eat as they should.

“So… how are you going to handle the Barry situation?” Pope asks. His voice is low, mindful of his parents gathering your items.

You close your eyes for a second. The past tugs at you as you think about your ex. Flashes of your relationship roll through you, and you tense at the faint feelings of cocaine in your system and his body on yours. “Avoid him.”

He shrugs. “That’ll might work for now, but you’ll cross paths eventually.”

“Especially if Luke owes him money.”

“Which he probably does.”

You frown, thinking about the money in your bank account. Most of it is for college to cover what the scholarship does not, and the rest is to get JJ’s life back to some semblance of normal. Not for Luke’s cocaine addiction.

“I’ll need to find a job soon. Do you know anyone hiring?”

“The Wreck… maybe.”

You swallow, looking away. “The Carrera’s place? Fat chance they’ll hire me.”

You did not have a criminal record, but you did get damn close when you were JJ and Pope’s age. You had torn Kildare apart in your destructive year. All the trauma, rage, and disappointment had turned you into someone you never wish to see again. But even without the criminal record, people still knew what you had done and said during that time—especially the Heyward family and the Carrera family. You shudder, wiping away the tainted memories of your last year on Kildare before you were sent away to get better.

Pope’s smile turns sad. “You’ve changed. Look at my parents.”

You hum before smiling a little. “JJ could probably help me get something at the Island Club, right?”

“Yeah,” Pope nods quickly. “Or Kie and Sarah can. Being members and all.”

“Sarah?” You ask, eyebrows raising in surprise.

Pope chuckles and rubs his forearm due to the awkward shift. “Yeah… John B and her have something going on.”

“A lot has changed.” You murmur, glancing as Mrs. Heyward calls for you while beginning to ring up items. You pat Pope’s chest. “See you tonight?”

“Sure!” He grins, and you hurry over to the counter while fishing out your wallet.

“Total is $78.95.” She smiles at you, and you hand her your card. “Is the plan still for you to go college? I remember the day JJ told us. He was so proud of his big sister.”

“Yes.” You smile, leaning up on your toes to grab two paper bags after tucking your card away. “I have a scholarship to Chapel Hill in the fall.”

“Congratulations!” She beams, and Heyward grins from beside you as he takes more bags. “What do you think you’ll study?”

“I think I want to double major. English Literature and Education.”

“Oh!” Heyward playfully teases. “We have a future English professor on our hands.”

“Hopefully,” you supply, and they join you in laughter. “Thank you both again. For letting me shop and for the positive words. It means a lot to me.” You tell Heyward as he walks out with you to your car. “I’m really sorry for all the things I did in my past. That girl was broken and a disaster.”

Heyward smiles at you after he drops the bags in your trunk and closes it. “It was a cry for help we all missed, Sweetheart.”

You frown, glancing at the gravel under your feet. “Still, I was awful.”

Heyward sighs before hugging you again. “Don’t worry about it. It’s a fresh start now.”

You pat his shoulder before leaving for home. Pope’s question about Barry surfaces again, and you frown, thinking about what you would do if Luke owed him money. You would not resort to your old ways. Not this time.

You close your eyes briefly before opening them again after you park in front of the house. Barry was dirty, dark, and beautiful magic for you when you were 16 and angry at the world. But now you are 18, levelheaded, and ready to break the curse your last name seemed to make you carry like a burden.

The hour seems to fly by as you focus on unpacking the car, starting laundry on bedding, and cleaning out the kitchen. The screen door swings open with a jerk, and a loud voice asking who is here calls out.

You round the corner to see JJ with a crowbar in his hand, raised high. “Are you planning to murder me, little brother?”

“Oh shit!” The crowbar drops to the floor with a loud bang, and JJ is hugging you. You hug him back tightly. “What?!”

“Surprise!” You giggle and take a step back. “I thought you would go to the Chateau, so I was going to surprise everyone with dinner later.”

“I needed more clothes,” he mumbles, scrubbing his hand through his hair. “Holy shit!” He laughs and hugs you again. “How long are you here for?”

“For good,” you supply, and he follows you into the kitchen to see the counters littered with everything from the cabinets as you sort through expired items and random broken stuff that was tucked away at some point. You look up at him as you lift a broken car part. “Why was this in the fridge?”

JJ shrugs, hands stuffing into his pockets. “Dad when he was drunk, probably.”

“Mm,” you hum and set it back down. He watches you, and you can feel the tension thicken a little. “Are you okay with me being here?”

JJ nods, clearing his throat. “Yeah. Yeah, this is your home too.”

You smile a little and open the fridge to show him the stocked contents. “I can get more stuff. Just let me know what you like, okay?”

“All right,” he agrees. “So… why did you come back. I thought you were going to NYU in the fall?”

“I was,” you agree, wiping off a cleared section of the counter space. “But DCS informed me that they were going to take you into foster care since Dad was picked up for smuggling. I knew you would not go, and I would prefer you to stay out of juvey.” You look up at him. “OBX is your home. I am your guardian for now. So, I’m here, and you are staying in the OBX.”

JJ smiles a little, and you do not miss the tears welling in his eyes.

“No,” you say with a shake of your head and look away. The threat of tears burning your own. “It’s what family does, Jay. Don’t make me cry.”

He crosses the room, pulling you another hug. “What about school?”

“Chapel Hill offered me a scholarship, and I accepted. I’ll go to campus two days a week in the fall, and my other classes are online.”

“You would do that for me?”

“I will do anything for you.” You take a step away and wipe away the tears. He does the same. “I would really like it if you would come home and stay here with me. I know the Chateau is where you’ve been staying, but this is home. I’m going to get it cleaned up, okay?”

“Sure,” he nods, a small smile tugging at his lips. “The pogues and I can come to help.”

You smile at him. “Thank you. Do you need laundry done today?”

He shakes his head. “No, I’ll change and go get the pogues, then we’ll come help, okay?”

“Okay,” you smile and squeeze his arm in appreciation. “We can get takeout and play cards like old times too.”

“As long as Pope doesn’t cheat,” he laughs, and you join in before he hurries to his bedroom. You smile with excitement that you have your little brother back bubbling inside you.

(Chapter Two)

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I hate defending any Politician but here’s some facts.

I spent time in Haiti with a medical team in the jungle. To get to the jungle you drive through towns. They point out how much Americans are hated , graffiti everywhere wishing death to our President and people. I had to pitch many items of clothing because I had flags and our colors . I was told I would not be safe wearing them, I had to remove my cross because it was a sign common to the voodoo.

I watched Haitian eat raw birds right out of the nest. When I inquired I was told “yes they eat animals they see no value in cats dogs moles etc. 🤮. I chased a chicken one day being funny because I live to eat chicken and we didn’t get any in Haiti. Chickens are valuable there due to their eggs.

Haiti did not send their finest here as illegal immigrants they sent from their prisons ( they hate us remember).

What benefits would there possibly be to make up a lie that these animals are being eaten. NONE!

It’s a culture. Pull your heads out of the sand and realize we now have cultures of all types there is good and bad in all cultures.

Ohio Troopers have been sent to Springfield Ohio along with $2.5 million because $15000-$20000 Haitians have been sent there .

I’d go back to Haiti in a hot minute to serve I loved those in the jungle. Those on the outside live as they wish , urinating and deficating on the street in the open. Culture doesn’t change just because they entered America illegally and if you had an honest bone in your body if $15000-20000 illegals were brought to your town using up your resources and you no longer had them available to aide your needs you wouldn’t be making fun and laughing. Live it understand it or shut up.

I said it , I’m done with stupidity and taking a break from both sides. Trump is not my favorite but to see people praise Harris who helped make this mess and thinks it’s a joke makes my skin crawl.

I’m in the community I know what’s happening sitting at home playing “I’m so woke “ and you know nothing outside your capsule of safety.

Did you know , Mahoning County is #1 in child trafficking. Mainly because the parents sell their kids for sex for cash to buy drugs.

Franklin County #4 with the highest rate due to immigrants selling children for sex and labor.

Cleveland and many other cities just refuse to report as required.

These FACTS were right out of the mouth of the head of human trafficking to my class.

Love people but don’t be stupid.

This is from a friend of mine. - Connie Our Country is in trouble and you make jokes.

I was woke as a child in my parents home we didn’t boast nor post, we lived it period .

The new woke creates division and hate , you spit on Christians and make up in your heads who they are and what they feel or believe while boasting of your so called love of all , you say you love all people but if they dare see things differently you spew hate. Some of you laughed and posted disgusting memes after an assassination attempt are you kidding a man died , shame on you . turning a blind eye to what others suffer out of your site. It’s not if this stuff will hit your community it’s when.

Vote for who you want, we have little to choose from in the mean time be adults, your kids / grandkids are watching and listening. You bully they will bully, you judge they will judge.

Realize the news is no longer independent nor are the so called fact checkers. Politicians are corrupt . Your opinion is an opinion nothing more . Care about your country both sides.

#trump #trump 2024 #president trump #ivanka #repost #america first #americans first #america #democrats #donald trump

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Objectively Miles and Jason are the best dynamic you can get out of superhero crossovers.They're written in ways that would fundamentally make them like eachother on first meeting because of their countless similarities yet significant differences and make for a really deep,equally beneficial and even realistic as much as you can be with superheroes dimensional hoping relathionship(and unlike a lot of certain other Jason hc relathionships,it's based of Miles as a person instead of black hair and blue eyes and superpower fantasies)

So Jason while not the nicest person has no reason to beef with Miles like he does often with others and that makes him give Miles a chance to get to know him and he'd have zero regrets because of what a chaotic little shit yet absolute sweetheart he is and he'd see his Robin self in him too-'You're like me....The me that died'.And Miles has so much banter game and nonchalantness to lack of manners(gracias por la confirmation Gwendita /lh)he'd get along with Jason easily and find his goth boyloser attitude funny and enjoyable to be around.They also have complimentary interests,Miles is an anime nerd and an artist and Jason is a classical literature nerd who's implied to keep secret journals that're written poetically and they have the uniting factors of being gamers and loving fast food so they can combine them and share their hobbies as bonding including parallel play and going to New York arcades and Batburger together and obviously Miles gets Jason to do graffiti with him and Jason convinces Miles to read his favorite books and they get real silly with all of it

There's also the obvious factor of Jason being afro-dominican('THAT'S NOT CA-'Shhhhh,i know you're one of those headass niggas who thinks Jason is a horndog with nothing but edge and that he actually likes Roy and 'Kori' but are a Jayrose and Jaytemis anti and i bet you think Slade is hot too,your Jason opinions are about as canon as that scene we shan't speak of even Grant Morrison regretted and said was ooc but that you still joke about cause you're racist)so like how Miles being afro-puerto rican made it so he has no problem befriending people of all ages thanks to the strong sense of community that's normalized in latino cultures,them being an intergenerational friendship came naturally.Jason wasn't always perfect due to lack of experience with kids but he didn't do damage and it was pretty much just him being a dumbass and Miles fumbled a bit too because a 19 year old is different from a 16 year old,a 14 year old and his mentor in his 30s he's also buds with but it was all gags and they're almost mentally linked.Jason has shoulder length dreads and Miles decided to get them too after he gained a supernatural white streak like him(spoilers!!!)so they could match and uses the fact Jason sobbed a lil over it as blackmail because he recorded it

Jason is 'Big Guy' and Miles is 'Little Man'.They're absolute MONSTERS on the battleground together and a terrifying ass proffessional instigators amature investigators duo.Jason turned Miles into a black death metal fan and Miles' tricked Jason into letting him try out makeup looks on him so he'd be trial run instead of Miles making himself look like a pretty clown.They're Animal Crossing partners(visiting eachother's villages and all that other good stuff).Miles is an 'Us!!!' type of guygirl and Jason loves it,he's like 'Yeah dude we are those two decorated cookies,you're so right'.Miles found a crazy ass Shakespearen item on a mission and gifted it to Jason and Jason bought Miles a replacement collectible.Jason uses Miles' head as an arm rest and Miles is the exception to the 'Don't touch the battle jacket' rule.Miles hates Bruce on the basis he contributed Jason's trauma AND is a rich white dude and Jason would want Jefferson and Rio as his parents if he didn't already have Talia

And obviously we need to adress the Spiderbatelephant in the room that Jason,y'know,dosen't follow the no kill rule and did some pretty bad shit in Utrh.I'll be honest,i'm not all that interested in doing a deep look into it because it's fictional superheroes but Miles is unaware of it for a long while and at first Jason just didn't feel like telling him the full details but as that while passed,Miles naturally influenced him into becoming good again with no effort and he came pretty close to killing too a few times because Jason influenced him back into chanelling his rage instead of surpressing it to be The Nice GuyTM(including giving him the guts to stand up to his bullies to the point they're scared of Miles)and that led to a moral crisis for Miles and time apart but it dosen't last that long because this is comics babie and also to me they're too edgy to be pg but still somehow is siblings protagonists-coded.Miles G showing up also fucks with Miles' head in this context and Jason ain't getting off easy either when Arkham Knight drops in the ruin things a lil more.Meows Morales and Pawson Todd(who's not a cat but a werewolf)and Lego Miles and Lego Jason and at least 5 other respective variants brighten things up though

Stan the Flowerghost Brothers with me.Thanks

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