#back to the outback au

[lily-bisque]

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volume two — amateur blood

✦ ── pairing: lumberjack!sukuna x citygirl!reader

✦ ── synopsis: taking a hike, alone, in a massive forest to escape your mundane life may not have been the greatest idea you'd conjured up—a realization you'd come to soon after you managed to lose your map miles inland. but when a lumberjack who knows the land like the back of his hand offers you a place to stay, you think maybe your life isn't so tragic after all. besides, for the sake of your safety, who knows what lingers in the shadows after nightfall?

✦ ── contents: lost in the forest au, forced proximity, bantering, angst, trauma/torture aspects, minor injuries, eventual romance, eventual smut, no use of y/n, more tags to be added.

✦ ── a/n: check out the playlist for the curated mood and for a forehead kiss.

✦ ── word count: 3.4k

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Your arms tightened around Sukuna’s collar as an attempt to calm your worries, eyes widening as you glanced around the dim woodlands, realizing that the sunlight was slowly but surely draining.

“Quit it. You’re fuckin’ chokin’ me,” Sukuna huffed out hoarsily, clasping a hand around your forearm and attempting to wring himself free from your firm hold.

But your legs tightened around his waist, digging your face into the crook of his neck and shivering. “I’ve never gone on a hike before!” You exclaimed, voice muffled as you felt doom crawling upon you from all angles, clinging to him as tightly as you could.

He scowled, resigning to your unrelenting bear hug before he honed his focus in. You hadn’t dared to glance up, leaving him to deal with this.

He could deal with this, right? He was an expert—lived in the outbacks and was a formidable fortress of a man. You weren’t crazy to let him deal with this.

But then you heard it, closer this time. Your heart sank to your stomach, the sounds of snarling closing in on all sides. 

You were frozen in fear, unable to even peek from your eyes, feeling as if this creature were about to pounce on you from behind.

You could hear Uraume whining loudly beside Sukuna’s foot, paws brushing against your booted foot.

“Uh, don’t let go,” Sukuna spoke, head turning on a swivel as he crouched, dropping your bag to his side carefully.

You nodded, nose nuzzling into his skin and practically choking him out of fear.

You could hear him crack his knuckles, knees bent before he moved forward, letting out a loud huff.

He did it again, and again.

You couldn’t see his expression, but you could imagine his frown and bared teeth as he pounced forward.

Metallic sounds resonated in the charged air before Sukuna made a growling sound, stepping forward once more.

You could hear the whine of the wolves, whimpering and afraid, stepping backwards while whistling quietly. They began yelping and yapping to each other before one barked, maybe some sort of a signal to retreat as a pack.

They huffed, before the sounds of their paws meeting wet earth sounded in the opposite direction, and thus disappeared.

You couldn’t move, your forearms trembling against Sukunas neck.

“You can let go now,” he gruffed, now tugging at your arm to try and get a breath in. 

Slowly, you let your guard down, lifting your pinched face from the crook of his neck and loosening the curl of your fingers on his collar. “Sorry,” you muttered, blinking a couple of times.

He grunted, cracking his neck with a loud pop! before picking up your bag and beginning to walk again.

After a couple of silent moments where you gathered your mental bearings, you spoke quietly, still afraid of what managed to lurk beneath the shadows. “Do you come across wild animals often?”

He wiped sweat from his browline before removing his hat to skim his fingers through his hair before placing it back on. “What?”

You bit your lip, your jitters still lingering despite never taking a glance at the animals that nearly mauled you. “Well, you seemed to know fire would scare them off.”

He was silent for a few minutes. He stepped over a fallen rotten log bustling with dawdling vermin, his footfalls suddenly louder as night began to fall and wildlife lurked in the shadows, a quiet hum of locust chirps and low howls of the wind. “What are you talking about?”

Shuffling uncomfortably, you still kept your voice to a hushed tone. “Your lighter. I-I wouldn’t have known what to do in the moment,” you sighed, a sort of dread washing over you.

Who knows what might have happened to you if Sukuna hadn’t been there? You definitely would’ve been dinner for a pack of wolves in the middle of the woods, not a scrap of you left to send back to your family.

Sukuna sighed, attempting to hone his focus on the protruding branches in the dark in case they skim you again. “Been here a long time. Can’t have myself gettin’ scared of a couple of mutts.”

You didn’t respond to that, wondering what Sukuna had managed to endure in the woods, possibly a plethora of stories behind the scars that littered his face.

“Do you live alone?” You asked, wanting to steer the conversation.

“Mhm,” he hummed, eyes squinting as the trail only managed to seem to get darker with each passing second. He hadn’t brought his flashlight with him as he’d only been going on a walk with Uraume and would’ve been back home ages ago.

You didn’t know how to feel about that. Would it have been more consolation that there was someone waiting up the hill he was currently climbing for you? 

You also didn’t know the reasoning behind how you were feeling. Were you still worried about him tossing you in a nearby creek after chasing you like prey in the woods or did you feel a sense of pity for the guy, isolated in the forestry?

Living out here must be lonely.

“We’re here,” he panted out and broke you from your reverie.

You peered up, head bumping against the rim of his hat, gaze meeting his home.

Past the pine trees was a beat up and neglected one-story house, damn near dilapidated. You assume at one point it was a solid white, but as it aged over time it became a sort of beige from lack of upkeep and humid weather. The screen to the front door was torn in a few odd places, his brown drapes were drawn shut, and there was a singular plastic chair on the porch, beer cans littered on the floor beside it.

Uraume barked, wagging their tail and hurrying over to their small doghouse, a well-kept boarded box with a small cot inside.

Behind it was an ominous shed, and the image made your blood run cold for some reason.

“Are you going to kill me in there?” You quirked, only half-joking, swallowing thickly.

“If you ask nicely.”

You frowned deeply, fidgeting with your fingers. Sukuna glanced down at your hands, cocking his head. With a sigh, he padded up the two wobbly steps to his front door. “If I wanted to kill you, why would I bother bringing you all the way up here?”

You opened your mouth to respond, mind boggling with some sort of explanation but falling short. 

“Right,” he groaned.

His hands began to loosen around your thighs, lowering you to the floor slowly and ensuring you kept off of your bad foot by holding your forearm. He slung your bag over his shoulder before digging into his pockets for his keys.

You wondered why on earth he even bothered to lock his house in the middle of literal nowhere but shook it off. To each their own.

You peered up at him as his movements flowed lazily and only now did you notice the sharp gleam and color in his eyes. He had crimson irises, his eye shape permanently contorted into a displeased form like anything he’d laid his eyes on repulsed him.

He pushed the door open, and you blinked, eyes adjusting to the eerie darkness despite the sun already going down.

Sukuna flipped the light switch on, kicking his boots off with a groan. He tossed your bag on the small coffee table littered with burnt out cigarettes and multiple, full ashtrays, before throwing himself on the couch that he easily dwarfed, his chest heaving. As you stood awkwardly in his doorway, you noticed just how exhausted he looked to be.

The front of his shirt was sweat soaked, his face was dotted in a layer of perspiration and he was still catching his breath. After what felt like over an hour, he never once asked for a break, hauling your complaining ass uphill.

You frowned at that, opening your mouth when he suddenly spoke.

“You gonna keep standing there or you gonna take a shower? You reek, woman.”

You shrunk into yourself, peering your head down to get a whiff and grimacing. He even endured the scent without one grievance the entire time?

“Uhm. Where’s your bathroom?” You spoke, mousily, itching the back of your neck.

“First door to the right.”

You whispered a small ‘thank you’ before wobbling away, stepping into the room he directed you to and shutting the door behind you, making sure to turn the lock.

You flipped the light switch on, laying your back against the door and getting the first sense of tranquility in the last couple hours.

The bathroom ventilation hummed, along with the lights that flickered a couple of times before radiating steadily.

You stared at your reflection, sweaty and covered in mud and disheveled. The skin tint you’d put on had become patchy and you had creases etched across your face, making you sigh.

There was suddenly a cool draft and a buzz, and you could assume that Sukuna finally turned the air conditioning on as his place was sweltering like outside.

It felt oddly similar to the times you’d spent at some shitty motel with your ex who never cared to take you anywhere nice, the dingy and timeworn room that was permanently marked beige from it’s year accommodating to plenty people with sketchy lifestyles, always smelling strangely like cockroaches.

You shook the thought off, gaze peering down and inspecting his sink.

There was one toothbrush, a half-used tube of toothpaste, and a nearly-gone bar of soap.

Men are so simple.

You shuddered, feeling a sudden urge to strip.

You began to peel your clothing off, just like you’d done at the stream, and tossed them into a heap on his tile floors. You played with the faucet for a couple of moments before figuring how to turn on the coldest temperature, desperately needing to cool your body.

You stepped in, allowing the freezing temperature to cascade down your form and carefully taking a look at your puncture wound.

It hadn’t seemed to grow since Sukuna brushed some branch against it, thankfully. But it still hurt to put too much pressure on it, one knee bent everywhere you hobbled to.

You glanced around the things in his shower caddy.

A bottle of shampoo. Another used bar of soap. A really old body wash.

A half-full beer bottle.

You grimaced, opting for the shampoo bottle and body wash, thankful they weren’t expired. Surprisingly, his body wash was blood orange scented, making the shower not as horrible as you scrubbed yourself, wishing a loofah would fall from the sky and into your hands.

There were a couple of raps of knuckles against the door, stilling you as shampoo swam down your face, eyes clamped shut. “You done yet?” 

“Uhhhhh,” you began to scrub quicker, a sense of urgency flooding you. “Almost!”

On another occasion, Sukuna would’ve told you to stop using all of his water and get out. But you were injured and probably trying not to slip, so he just bit his tongue. “I’ve got a spare towel, mind if I come in?”

Your heart skipped a beat, accidentally opening your eyes and allowing the fruity shampoo to burn your orbs and hiss. “I— Just give me a sec!”

You hurried your pace, accidentally hitting your ankle against the edge of the tub and digging crescents with your fingernails into your thigh before you carefully made your way out.

You dripped shower water all over his floor, scowling, before you undid the lock and held your wet forearm out. “You still out there?”

You barely allowed a glimpse into the bathroom, Sukuna glancing down at your hand and grinning to himself at how you were still so nervous around him.

He didn’t respond for a few moments, hearing the water run behind you.

“Hello?” You called out in frustration, peeking your head out and flinching when you saw the man looming over you.

He only scoffed with a grin to himself, placing the cotton towel into your hand and disappearing around the corner.

You didn’t know what to make of it, pulling your arm inside and slamming the door shut.

“Weird.”

You wrapped it around yourself, staring at yourself in the mirror and feeling a bit better about how you managed to scrub the remnants of the horrible day off.

Hold on.

You twitched, staring down at the pile of clothing on the ground and wincing.

Besides the extra pair of panties and bra you’d brought along with yourself in case you’d needed a change, a habit you had out of odd fear, you hadn’t packed an extra set of clothing.

Fuck.

You felt your cheeks warm before turning the faucet off and stepping out of the bathroom, hugging the towel around your form to cover yourself as best as you could.

Thankfully, Sukuna was a massive man, so the towel concealed most of your bare skin. 

Though, it’s not like the guy hasn’t seen you naked before.

When you padded barefoot across his wooden floors, you craned your head around and called out to him. The house wasn’t incredibly spacious so he should be able to hear you from anywhere.

But, the front door was slightly ajar, making your head tilt slightly.

You walked over to it, pulling it open and peering outside. It was incredibly dark, and the air had turned from feverish to quite chilly, making you shudder.

The sound of panting caught your attention, making you turn your head to see a large form crouched over the dogshed.

Sukuna seemed to be ruffling Uraume's hair while they panted, eating from a bowl Sukuna was holding. 

Though you could only make out the side of his face, his expression looked a hell of a lot softer as he eyed what seemed to be his best friend.

As you allowed yourself to be privy to what seemed to be a private moment, you missed how you stepped on a faulty plank of wood, effectively creaking beneath your weight and commanding the attention of anything in a hundred foot radius.

Sukuna’s head snapped towards you, eyebrows knitting once he made out that you were still in your towel. “The hell you doing? You’re gonna freeze your ass off,” he called, irritation swimming in his eyes.

You cleared your throat, pulling the top of the towel higher. “Sorry, but, do you think I could borrow a change of clothes?”

His crimson eyes gave you a once-over, enough to make your spine crawl, before he jutted his chin. “My room is across from the bathroom.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, hiding just how pleased you were. “Thanks, Sukuna.”

Tottering backwards, you felt a flutter of ease, feeling entirely unlike yourself. This strange man you’d met only a few hours ago was already opening his home, and even his closet to you.

Would alarms be sounding off in a rational woman’s head? Probably.

Have you ever been rational? No.

Before you headed to his room, you hurried back to the bathroom and gathered your dirty laundry clumsily and shoved them back into your backpack arbitrarily.

You then stepped inside, eyes going wide at the state of his bedroom. It seemed that Sukuna was a somewhat clean man, however he was not the slightest bit organized nor artistic.

There was a queen-sized bed shoved against the wall with no headboard, mussed sheets of a blue-plaid pattern, and a comforter that was half-draped across the floor. His clothing was scattered around his room, there was a clock hanging against the opposite wall that didn’t seem to work besides twice a day, and a stack of DVDs resting idly on the floor with no shelf to display them.

There was an overflowing laundry basket shoved and forgotten against the wall, far too many beer cans perched on his nightstand and a Walkman beside them.

Who still uses Walkmans?

You carefully maneuvered your way around his things before coming to a tall, oaky dresser and tearing through it.

You knew you weren’t going to find anything close to fitting you, but you tried anyway.

What you came up with was a black tee that practically reached your knees and basketball shorts that very well almost touched your ankles.

You giggled at your state, before hopping back to the living room.

It seemed that Sukuna had gone in for a shower himself, the muffled hum from the bathroom resonating as you walked past.

You plopped down on his couch and sank into it, sighing at the feeling of relief of finally being able to unwind. Grabbing your bag, you shuffled through it to pull out your phone.

You switched it on, fingers tapping away at the screen just to see if you had any service up here, opposed to the SOS signal you had when you slogged the trail.

Thankfully you did, but where you expected to see a plethora of phone calls and text messages asking where the hell you were or if you were alive, was instead met with radio silence.

Biting your lip, you did a quick google search to ensure you had service and you really did.

You shoved down the dreadful feeling in your chest. No one was worried where you were. But could you be surprised?

You sighed, dropping your hand on the couch and shutting your eyes with a groan, blue funk showering you at the state of your life. You wondered how on Earth you’d managed to end up here—isolated at some strange man’s house for who knows how long—after going on a hike instead of sleeping in your incredibly comfortable bed with your weighted blanket.

The bathroom door opened and though you couldn’t see Sukuna around the corner, you could hear his footfalls as he made his way towards his bedroom before shutting the door.

You sat there, fingers fidgeting and picking at skin, eyeing the small excuse of a television he had that was probably three decades old before he shuffled out.

He had a towel slung across his neck, still drying his pink hair. He was wearing a white long sleeved top and red Christmas pants that made you cock your head despite it being summertime, but you kept your thoughts to yourself.

He had a small plastic box in hand, his form making its way over to you before he knelt on one knee and picked your leg up haphazardly, pulling your back from the cushion and making you yelp. “Hey, what the hell are you-?” You cut yourself off when you watched him prop open the box that seemed to be as old as you on the coffee table.

“A first aid kit,” you spoke out, pursing your lips and wanting to sink into the couch.

Sukuna huffed, ignoring how you smelled of his shampoo, pulling out an antiseptic wipe and rubbing it against the wound.

You pulled back, hissing at the burn engulfing your nerves in fire, when he clicked his tongue, shooting you a frown, and pulled your leg back.

You resigned at his expression, bracing yourself and fingers curling into his leather couch. He wiped it down with a few pats, cleaning anything you’d missed in the shower and disinfecting it, before pulling out a tube of antibiotic ointment.

“What if that’s expired?” You whined quietly in a hushed tone, but that didn’t stop him from dabbing it against your ankle and pulling a bandage from the box to place against the wound.

He then grabbed a wrap, ensuring your entire ankle was covered with the beige medical-grade elastic. HIs fingers curled beneath the wrap to check if it was snug and unmoving, but not tight enough to restrict circulation.

As he did so, your eyes danced across his face, mapping out the flow of the symmetrical tattoos lining him. You couldn’t deny he was quite the handsome man, but why on God’s green Earth would he permanently ink one of his strongest attributes?

Though, no matter how strange they looked, you couldn’t say they made him unattractive. If anything, it’d draw people to him even more.

He carefully lowered your foot back to the ground as you broke the silence. “Where’d you learn to play doctor so well? You hurt yourself often?”

He pushed air from his nose, as if the question humored him. “Nope. Was just a real sick kid.”

You nodded, pursing your lips and eyeing his admirable handiwork. “I see. Well, thanks anyway.”

He tossed everything back into the box before clicking it shut and rising to his feet. “Whatever.”

Lifting your feet over the couch, you laid down and placed your hands above your head. “You sure you don’t want to let me sleep in your bed and you take the couch?”

He was already half-way to his bedroom. “Night.” 

[isacksteban]

Eventually — Lawhan Mixed Media AU

Twitch Streamer AU — 1.2k words — @ellearts — masterlist

outbacksprout

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outbacksprout went out with lancey and his puppy!!

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maplemarauder my angel bb :(

outbacksprout me or honey >:( maplemarauder both my angel bb's!!

user is that outback on the last slide??

user I THINK SO!! user he's been posting faceless pics of himself sm recently!

kkofficial✅️

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kkofficial✅️ family time over, 24 hour elden ring steam in the works!

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flyingdutchman 24?? mate wth

kkofficial u heard me ho flyingdutchman u have issues

user o.b. and liam post on the same day... it's too much

user HELP why do we all like both of them user outback and liam lovers unite??

user liam are you gonna stream cod tonight??

kkofficial i'm thinking abt it!! if i do it'll be in a few hours

Liam’s stream was chaos — as usual. He was halfway through a COD match, yelling instructions at his teammates while chat spammed messages at lightning speed.

He narrowly avoided a grenade, shouting, “How the fuck is this guy everywhere? He’s like a — a fuckin' kangaroo on steroids!” as his team erupted into laughter.

But even in the chaos, Liam couldn’t help noticing his chat filling with a different kind of energy.

"OMG GUYS OUTBACK LIVE! >-<"

"Why do you guys do this to me? Both my favs are live at the SAME time 😭😭"

"Outback and Liam collab when??"

“Outback?” Liam muttered, confused, leaning closer to his second monitor as he scanned the chat. “Wait, you mean the Stardew guy? The faceless one who has that cat cam?”

The chat erupted:

"YES!"

"That’s him! He’s live, and it’s so wholesome right now :("

"Imagine Liam raging while Outback is talking about his pixel crops lol."

Liam smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Faceless farmer? What exactly does he do?”

The replies came fast:

"Farms?? LMAO"

"He’s super chill, it’s the complete opposite of your chaos... (luv u dont ban me)"

"His voice is literally melted butter. So soft and warm. </3"

"He got excited over finding a rare fruit tree today,, it was adorable."

Liam chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “So you’re saying while I’m out here sweating bullets in warzones, this guy is geeking out over fruit trees? That’s… kind of amazing, actually.”

Another wave of messages flooded in:

"You’d like him, Liam."

"Outback raid would be legendary."

"DO IT!

"RAID OB!"

Liam grinned, tapping his desk as he considered. “Alright, alright. Let me finish this game, and maybe I’ll see what all the fuss is about. But no promises.”

He didn’t admit it, but he was curious. Someone who could charm his viewers this much, all while staying faceless and cozy, had to be something special. And judging by the way his chat wouldn’t shut up about it, maybe this “Outback” deserved the attention.

Jack was peacefully streaming his latest Stardew Valley playthrough — this time he was set on marrying every male character in the game, his warm, quiet voice filling the air as he commented on his latest in-game project. “Alright, so I think the pumpkin patch can go here, and we’ll line the path with some of these little pink flowers…”

The chat was a flurry of supportive messages, as usual, but suddenly the tone shifted.

"O.B!!!!!, KiwiKiller is talking about you on his stream!"

"Liam mentioned you like, five minutes ago!"

"He called you the 'faceless farmer' — so cute."

Jack froze mid-sentence, his mouse hovering over a patch of soil. “Wait, what?” he asked, his soft accent tinged with confusion. “KiwiKiller? That FPS guy?”

More messages flooded in:

"Yea! He said you geek out over crops, and he thinks it’s amazing!"

"He’s still live OB!! he might raid you after his game."

"Liam and Outback collab when???"

Jack chuckled nervously, leaning back in his chair as he adjusted his headset. “Uh, well, that’s… unexpected,” he admitted, a faint blush creeping into his voice. “I didn’t think someone like him would even know I exist.”

The chat immediately reassured him:

"Of course he knows you! You’re iconic, Outback :("

"Everyone loves you, mate.

"YEAH!!! Even sweaty FPS streamers."

"He’s probably jealous of your pumpkin patch skills."

Jack smiled, his voice softening even more. “I don’t know about that, but… it’s kind of cool, I guess. I mean, he’s got such a big audience, and he’s, you know, really good at what he does. Meanwhile, I’m over here getting excited about pixel carrots.”

His chat exploded with laughing emotes and messages of support:

"Pixel carrots > killstreaks any day, O.B."

"Outback supremacy!"

"We need him to raid you,, it’s what the people want </3"

Jack shook his head, his shyness evident in his tone. “If he raids, I’m going to have to hide under the desk or something,” he joked. “I don’t know how to handle all that attention.”

Still, as he returned to his pumpkin patch, there was a small, curious smile on his face. The idea of someone like KiwiKiller noticing him — someone so loud and confident, the polar opposite of his quiet streams — felt strange, but also… kind of exciting.

Liam leaned back in his chair, satisfied after yet another victory. His stream was winding down, but his chat was buzzing with anticipation.

"RAID OUTBACK!"

"You promised, Liam!"

"Do it!"

"Faceless farmer, here we come!"

Liam laughed, shaking his head. “Alright, alright, fine. Let’s see if this OutbackSprout guy is still live.” He opened a new tab, scrolling through Twitch until he found the cozy stream everyone had been hyping up. The screen showed a beautifully organized Stardew Valley farm, with Jack’s soft voice narrating his plans for the day.

“Oh, fuck, this is adorable,” Liam said, grinning. “Look at this! The little pumpkins! The fence! This guy’s living his best farming life.”

His chat exploded with excitement:

"HE’S PERFECT, RIGHT??"

"RAID NOW!"

"He’s so different from you, you guys need to be friends!"

“Alright, let’s do it,” Liam said, clicking the raid button. “Let’s bring some chaos to his little farm.”

Jack was mid-sentence, explaining his plans to expand his barn, when his chat suddenly went wild.

"KIWIKILLER RAID!"

"THE KIWI IS HERE!"

"OMG HI LIAM!"

Jack blinked, his hand freezing on his mouse. “Wait… what? No way.” He glanced at the viewer count, which had skyrocketed in seconds. “Oh my gosh. Um, hi, everyone. Welcome.”

Liam’s viewers flooded the chat with messages, while Jack’s regulars tried to explain:

"KiwiKiller just raided you! He’s been talking about you all stream!"

"Be nice to him, Outback!"

Jack stammered, his voice tinged with nervous laughter. “This is… a lot. Thank you, uh, KiwiKiller? Liam? For the raid. I— Uhm, I hope you like Stardew Valley?”

Liam’s message popped up in the chat:

"We love it already. Your farm's cute, mate."

Jack’s cheeks flushed, even though no one could see him. “Oh, um, thanks. It’s… nothing fancy, just, you know, some pumpkins and stuff.”

Liam joined the chat banter, his tone uncharacteristically soft and encouraging:

"Don’t sell yourself short, mate. This is impressive. Chat’s right,, you’ve got some serious farming skills."

Jack’s nervous chuckle turned into a genuine laugh. “I think that’s the first time anyone’s called me impressive, but thank you. Seriously.”

The interaction was so wholesome that both chats couldn’t stop gushing:

"NEW BESTIES!"

"They’re so sweet omg."

"This crossover is everything."

After the stream ended, Jack checked his notifications and saw a new follower on Instagram: kkofficial. Hesitating for only a moment, he clicked follow back.

Not long after, he received a DM:

Liam:

"Thx for being such a good sport abt the raid. Your stream’s cute. Would love to play something chill w/ you sometime. Only if ur up for it."

Jack stared at the message, his heart racing. After a deep breath, he replied:

Jack:

"Thanks for the kind words and for the raid. I’d love to! :3 Maybe I can teach you how to plant pumpkins without yelling at them..."

The friendship — and maybe something more — had officially begun.

[nobody-nexus]

Obsession AU: UPDATED

I promise I didn't forget about this AU- In fact I've been updating it behind the scenes ever since episode 2 released! And now, with proper reference sheets, you now have a better idea of what they look like, and who they are! Alongside the new members!

(5 Facts About Pomni)

-She will never feed human meat to any person. It is THEIR hunt, and therefore if she eats it, it's ALL THEIRS. She'd never give it to others for that very reason

-Their hands are heavily damaged, having MANY scars. Due to this, she will wear as much hand covering as possible, refusing to give any more details on their appearance due to her record

-As if their stalker like obsession with Amanda isn't enough of an issue, she also has a mannequin in their home that she practices dancing with to old songs they like

-She has Hematolagnia- AKA a blood fetish. YES, she has issues if that wasn't already clear enough

-The scars that are on their body are from self-defense attempts from three different victims

(5 Facts About Amanda)

-Her damaged eye is from an incident where a kid hit her with a meat cleaver. Although she thankfully didn't lose her eye, she's 1/3rd blind and legally isn't allowed to drive because of it

-She knows how to cook! Although she does more baking than cooking, she loves to collect cookbooks and learn new recipes of various kinds! Especially ones from outside the United States

-She has scented candles in her home, and her home never smells like the same thing twice

-While she was away from her hometown, the only one that she kept in contact with was her brother, Jackson via text

-Her vitiligo started to pop up when she was 19

(5 Facts About Jackson)

-He is Zoey's roommate

-Jackson was an accidental child unlike his older sister

-He plays violent video games of all kinds. He loves being able to cause blood, death, and chaos without having to go to jail for it

-He likes sour candy a bit too much. Like it's a borderline issue with how much he's willing to pay just for sour candy and the feeling of it numbing his mouth

-Has a habit of stealing and shoplifting, being a bit TOO good at the action. He's gotten in trouble a few times before, but nowadays no one really seems to notice or care

(5 Facts About Grace)

-Grace was born an albino, having the palest skin out of most people in the town along with red eyes and white hair. It's unknown if her being albino was why she was so sickly as a child

-She loves to draw and will constantly have drawing/writing tools with her alongside notebooks or loose paper

-She's in the middle of quite the complicated situation between Amanda and Pomni

-Her most eaten food is soup, stew, and ramen

-She sees Ceaser as a father figure, being the most to visit him and keep him company ever since Quinn went missing. She'll occasionally even sing for him to make him feel better

(5 Facts About Zoey)

-They're very talented on the drums and are willing to be a temporary drummer for a price

-Zoey has a bit of an anger problem, quick to snap and easy to piss off given the topic of discussion. However, they are going to anger management classes to help with it

-Strangling is a common attack it does

-They decorate their prosthetic leg commonly

-VERY much smokes weed and makes edibles. Once tricked Amanda into eating some- and it likes the memory

(5 Facts About Kinger)

-He has a bit of a staring problem, however no one knows why

-He refuses to touch knives of any kind. This was a more recent thing about him, so most people just help him cut things in case he needs any help with it

-Still loves insects, and you can get him to ramble about bugs depending on his mood. He can't help but love em

-He has a nurse help him in his home, however it's not uncommon for Grace, Amanda, or even some of the new outbackers to come back and help him

-Has a daughter, but she moved out of state years ago. They talk occasionally

(5 Facts About Caine)

-He wears a top hat to not only stick to his brand, but also because he's kind of compensating for his height

-He has a small limp to his walk, thus why he constantly has a cane

-Caine's pet is a white pug named Bubble

-Pomni is his favorite customer! He constantly attempts small talk whenever she buys from him because he's always so curious as to why his pigs love her so much

-Although it's undiagnosed, he very much has ADHD and is on the spectrum to some degree

(5 Facts About Marina)

-She was a detective before she even moved into town, however her skills were finally noticed more so thanks to moving there

-She straightens out her hair

-Marina HAS to work in silence or she'll 100% get distracted. Caine's not allowed in her office for that very reason (but he knows)

-She is usually the one to come home late at night and snuggle in with her partner at like 2 in the morning

-Her favorite activity to do is stargazing, finding the night sky to be absolutly beautiful

(5 Facts About Summer)

-She is LOUD. You can and WILL know when she's talking and what she's talking about

-Constantly will ask her sister Marina about Caine. She is VERY wary of him even if Marina keeps telling her to stop

-Never share secrets with her because she IS a gossip girl. She adores to overshare about others and spread rumors just because she finds it fun

-Summer's seen to be a lot better around kids then people closer to her age. Thus why she's a teacher

-Can NOT let go of grudges no matter what

(5 Facts About Gabriela)

-She was the one who came up with the idea of the stripper outfits for her club. It somehow works

-She calls herself the 'Gloink Queen' as a bit of a joke whenever she's on the floor

-Can, will, and HAS flirted with at least half of the adult residence in the town just for the fun of it

-Although she claims to be married, no one has ever met her husband before, and probably never will

-Gabriela is the reason Pomni sees adult based activities as more of a transaction than anything else

(5 Facts About Gareth)

-He has a picture of his mom in his wallet. His mom nicknamed him Gummi at some point, but it's not known why

-He seems bossy, but only around his friends OR when he's upset. He's a lot more chill when one on one

-He has a manual truck that he drives around, but no one is ever impressed by it

-The reason he's good with skinning and cutting up meat is because he helped his dad since his father was a hunter

-His favorite music is country music

(5 Facts About Max)

-He's the one who came up with the idea that him, Gareth, and Chad all wore hats. He somehow convinced them to do so

-He bickers with Jackston a lot because they're both working at the same diner

-Out of the three friends, he's the most likely to flirt with someone, but if they reject him he will respect the fuck out of that

-Constantly forgets how NOT flexible he is as a person, will and has gotten stuck in multiple locations

-Always calls things that almost killed him 'the reaper'. He has also almost died WAY too many times

(5 Facts About Chad)

-He has a super high metabolism, thus why he's so skinny

-Usually carried medication in his fanny pack alongside trail mix and breath mints for some reason

-He's trying SO hard to grow facial hair, but it never cooperates with him like ever

-Chad has a habit of slumping/crouching constantly, and he has back pain as a result

-Is the most likely out of the friend group to be VERY confidently incorrect

(5 Facts About Loo)

-She was born in Britain but moved to the United States for an easier start. Who know it'd lead to being the mayor of a town?

-She's been the mayor for about 5 years by the time Amanda moves back to the town

-She dyes her hair cause she doesn't like the grays that have started to pop up

-She's painfully oblivious to how unhinged the town can be sometimes

-Loo hates being called Penelope unless it's by close friends or family

(5 Facts About Ivy)

-Although she DOES shower, just speaking to them makes you think it doesn't actually shower

-She never thinks before they speak, leading in incredibly horrid things leaving its mouth in common conversation

-Ivy is the only one who actually knows Pomni is a killer, however she finds it very attractive (this is NOT a good thing)

-Their diet consists of purely junk food and as a result it has basically a beer belly

-She has a dark/deep web fanbase, and they simply refer to itself as 'The Influencer' on the web

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If you have any questions, feel free to ask me!

If you want to make your own OC for this AU, here's the blank sheet for it!

[scarletqueenx]

THE CHAIN

AU Dean Winchester x Latina!Reader

Summary: After meeting one night in a bar, you, an aspiring singer-songwriter and bartender, and Dean Winchester, a marine about to go on his first tour of duty, agree to marry solely for military benefits. You need his health insurance for your diabetes and he needs to settle his debts and get his life back together. But when tragedy strikes, the line between real and pretend begins to blur.

Word Count: 3042

Tags/Warnings: angst, chronic illness, cursing

A/N: Based on Purple Hearts (Netflix, 2022)

PART 2 - YOUR NEEDS, MY NEEDS

You knew Frankie for a long time. Growing up together and babysitting him despite the fact that you were only six years apart had made you quite close. But you had grown apart as soon as you moved away and started looking for new jobs to help your mother financially. You still kept in touch from time to time through messages and phone calls. 

Still, asking for what you were going to ask him for was way too personal. And even if you had a little hope that he'd accept—having prepared a whole presentation beforehand. You knew it was too much and that it might not go anywhere. Still, you let your hopes take over that day.

Your hands fidgeted nervously, your fingers tapping against the cord of your backpack on your shoulder while your other hand tried to control your very unruly hair, which was flying due to the morning wind.

You barely registered who was opening the door, for as soon as it began to move your thoughts were already ready to come out of your mouth. 

“Oh. Hello, you're not Frankie.” You were taken aback when you saw Dean on the other side of the door. Backing up a step as your eyes met his evergreen ones.

He paused for a second, lowering his gaze to your T-shirt and what was written on it. 

The future is female.

“So, what happens to the men in the future? Is it a plague? Robot wars?” He asked, as his eyes found yours once again.

“Do you really wanna know?” You tilted your head with a teasing smirk on your lips. He waited. “It doesn't end well for the bros.”

“Is that your car?” He frowned, looking behind you, where a 1997 Subaru Legacy Outback was parked.

“My Lexus? Yeah.” You replied, walking past him to enter your friend's house. Your face lit up as soon as you saw Frankie sitting in his home's kitchen. “Hi. Dude, the banners.” You commented, having noticed all the decorations his parents had put up to say goodbye and wish him luck on his first tour of duty as a Marine.

He chuckled.

“Your parents are so proud.” You smiled.

“You know my momma.” He shrugged, a little embarrassed. You gave him a tender smile before noticing how Dean stood there with you.

“Would you mind giving us a minute?” You looked at him with annoyance. He sighed. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” 

“Aw.” You muttered as you saw another 'we'll miss you' banner.

“Yeah, uh, Mom's going a little crazy with the goodbyes. Leave's over. We're headed to base camp today.” Frankie explained. “Hey, you hungry? Want something?” He stood up and walked towards the fridge.

“No, I'm good.”

“So, what's the big question, girl?” He asked you, since you had already told him that you'd be dropping by his house.

“It's, uh... It's gonna sound a little crazy.” You admitted, nervously.

“I'm ready.” He assured you.

“I was wondering…” You sighed, letting out a sigh as you looked for better words. “I was hoping that you might marry me.”

As expected, Frankie couldn't help but let out a big laugh. “What?”

You quickly joined him, knowing how ridiculous it sounded. “I'm serious.”

Your laughs died away slowly as Frankie's look quickly changed to one of concern.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Not exactly. Um... I found out six months ago that I have diabetes. Type 1. And, uh...“ You let out a nervous laugh. “Get this. Uh, the insurance I have doesn't actually cover the insulin that I need to like, live. So, I can either pay off my debt, or pay my rent, but I just... I can't do both.”

“I'm so sorry.” His expression turned apologetic.

“And I'm like, there's gotta be another way, right?” You continued, trying to get your shit together and explain everything to him as quickly as possible. “Turns out there is. Your friend gave me the idea when you guys came to the bar. Marine spouses get full health benefits. And we get extra pay just for being married. Like basic housing allowance and separation pay, which adds up to be pretty decent, and we could split it, and everybody wins.”

You pulled out your phone to show him all the information you'd gathered, not realizing that while he was picking up his laundry outside, Dean had been listening to your conversation.

“What do you think?” You looked back at Frankie, who stayed silent. “Take your time.”

Before Frankie could say anything, Dean opened the back door to burst into the kitchen.

“I'm sorry.” He spoke. “My dad's a retired MP.”

“Excuse me. Private discussion.” You blinked in disbelief. 

“MP is the Military Police.” Frankie explained.

“Frankie, this is a common scam.” Dean insisted. “They kick the tires on these things, and if they find out it's not real, it's fraud. Come on, man. I mean, you're better than this.” 

“Okay, no one asked you, so could you not?” You looked back at him. “And why wouldn't this be a real marriage?”

“I don't know, because you're not in love?” He pointed out.

“Uh... But we respect each other.” You argued. “We're not in love, but we love each other. We'd just be able to sleep with other people, which basically sounds like the healthiest marriage ever.” 

“You'd be ripping off the government.” Dean complained.

“I'd be ripping off the government?” You looked back at him, tilting your head as you let out a chuckle.

“Yeah.”

“The government that made my mom pay taxes for ten years before giving her the right to vote?” You crossed your arms. “That government?”

“So, wait. Your mom was living here illegally then?”

“Don't tell me you're a resident of Southern California that does not see how this state was built off the backs of illegal immigrants.” You walked towards him, closing the space between you as frustration grew in you. “Like my mom, who crossed that border, lived here for ten years, worked their asses off for ten years, paying taxes for your government, and were treated like less than citizens. Yeah, I will proudly rip off the government. You got anything else to say, Commando?”

“Dude, this is a trap.” Frankie intervened before Dean said anything stupid. “This will not end well for you.”

You kept your eyes fixed on Dean the whole time, waiting for him to say something to continue the discussion.

“I was just trying to help.” He decided to said instead, following his friend’s advice.

“Mmm.” You nodded. “Thanks for your help.”

Dean nodded, stepping out of the kitchen once again.

“Why is he even here?” You asked, turning towards Frankie after closing the door behind Dean.

“He's my bunkmate, okay?” Frankie replied. “He's got nowhere else to stay while we are on leave. Please play nice.”

You sighed.

“So?” You asked, going back to the main topic of the conversation.

“I can't. Okay? I'm... I'm sorry.” He said with an apologetic look. “Plus, I don't think my girlfriend's gonna understand me having a wife.”

“What? You got back together with Riley?” Despite the disappointment, you couldn't help but smile at Frankie's news.

“Yeah. Yeah. I'm... I'm all in.” He smiled with a very in-love look in his eyes.

“I remember when you met her, like, in fifth grade. That's great.” You recalled. “Well, that was crazy.” You let out a nervous laugh. “I should go. There are tourists to be shuttled and food to be delivered.”

“You know if I had the money…”

“No, Frankie, stop.” You cut him off. “I'll figure it out.”

He nodded, watching as you took your bag and walked towards his house door.

“Stay safe, okay?” Yu looked back at him.

“Yeah, you too.” 

“Bye.”

Dean walked back into the house as soon as you left.

“Her parents can't help?” He asked, watching you get inside your car.

“Yeah, um... Her mom's a nursing assistant, so it's not like there's anything extra leftover. Dad dipped out when she was born. Sounds like he was a bad dude.” Frankie answered him.

“That explains a lot.” He sighed.

Dean didn't know what had made him go to his family's garage. Perhaps it was your desperate proposal to Frankie. Or knowing that his assumptions about you were way off. Or maybe it was his need to prove to his father that he wasn't the disappointment he thought he was. Dean was trying his best to make him proud.

But when he saw John interacting with his nephew, something snapped in Dean's chest. His father had never been half as loving and attentive to him as he was to his brother Sam's son.

Although he envied him a little, Dean was grateful that the little boy who shared his name with him didn't have to go through what he had.

“Bye, Grandpa.” Dean Jr. waved his hand goodbye as John pulled his car up to leave. “Love you.”

Dean's heart swelled with fondness at the image. After almost a whole year without seeing him, he ran to the garage once his father was gone and wrapped the boy in a tight hug, lifting him off the ground amid giggles.

“Uncle Dean.” The kid exclaimed with excitement.

“Hi kiddo.” Dean smiled.

“What are you doing here?” The kid asked in between giggles.

“What? I need a reason to visit my favorite kid?” Dean raised his eyebrows. “Huh?” He asked, tickling him.

The little boy squirmed in his arms, uncontrollably laughing as he begged him to stop.

“Mom, I found Uncle Dean hiding.” The boy announced as soon as he regained his breath.

“Oh my... Dean?” Jessica, his brother's wife, left the office with a puzzled and surprised expression on her face. “We didn't think we'd see you before deployment.”

The woman walked over to him and wrapped him in a hug.

“Hi, Jess.” Dean said, hugging her back.

“Wow. It's like hugging a tree trunk.” She teased. “I didn't think it was possible to get so buff in eight months. What do you think, kid? Should I join the Marines?” She asked her son.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Should I get all ripped like Uncle Dean?”

“Yes!” 

Dean and Jess shared an amused look at his answer.

But their smiles almost faded completely away when Sam approached them, full of grease from the car he'd been fixing.

Although auto mechanics was more his father's and older brother's thing, the young Winchester had learned from watching them through the years and a couple of classes from his Uncle Bobby to be able to work in the family garage.

“You, uh…” Sam hesitated. “You look just like Dad with that haircut.” He chuckled.

Dean smiled at his teasing.

“And you look like you've been in a fight with a car.” He replied. Sam rolled his eyes. “Come on, Sammy. Gimme a hug. Bring it in.”

“Good to see you, man.” Sam admitted, hugging him back. 

“Need some help with that?” Dean walked towards the cars in the garage.

“Yeah, sure.” Sam smiled, following him. 

Dean nodded, clapping his hands together as he pressed his lips into a thin, tense line.

“You know, Dad's off for the day, so you can breathe.” Sam told him as soon as he saw his tense shoulders. 

Dean sighed, watching Jess walk back to the office with Dean Jr.

“I think he doesn't wanna see me even more than I don't wanna see him.”

“The man would have to express some kinda emotion for me to know how he's feeling about you.” 

“He made it clear when he cut me off.”

“Come on, Dean. Dad had to draw the line somewhere.” Sam replied. “You were so out of control.” 

“Yeah. No. I know.” He sighed.

Sam looked up at him seeing that he wasn't arguing back. He frowned.

“What's going on, Dean?”

Dean exhaled, pausing for a moment before answering.

“I owe some money.”

Sam sighed.

“We've been here before, and you know... You know I can't help you.”

“Yeah. No, no, I... I know.”

“Is it that piece of shit Azazel, again?” Sam asked. Dean nodded. “What happens if you don't pay?”

“Not paying isn't an option.” 

“Well, he better not come near my family.” 

“He won’t.” Dean assured him. “I’ll make sure of it.” 

Sam watched his older brother for a few moments before turning his gaze toward the office. Jess smiled as she and Dean Jr. made some drawings in her notebook.

“You know, I'm not stupid. I'm not like Dad. This could have happened to me. Mom's death…”

“Sammy.” Dean cut him off, not wanting to get into that.

“What I mean is…” He hesitated. “I'm glad you're trying to get back on your feet. That you're trying to fix things. I'm proud of you, man.”

Dean snorted.

“You're proud of me?” He raised his eyebrows. “That's my role, Sammy. I'm proud of you. Very proud.”

Sam smiled.

“I've missed you, Dean.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say.” Dean brushed it off.

“It's true.” Sam insisted.

“Whatever.”

“Jerk.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Bitch.”

Dean couldn't let his brother down. The very thought of it tore him apart. Sam believed in him. But that didn't erase his debt to Azazel. Dean needed a solution. And fast. Before anything bad happened.

That's when you came into the picture. His memory of your conversation with Frankie. The profits married couples earn from the military.

He couldn’t believe himself when he asked Frankie for your number and wrote you a text to met.

“Hi.” Dean said as he sat across from you at that small booth in one of his favorite diners.

“Hi.” You replied, watching him closely.

“Thanks for meeting with me.” 

You nodded, seeing how he barely looked at you.

“Is your dad in the parking lot waiting to cuff me?”

Your question actually made him chuckle, easing some of the tension on his shoulders. You bowed your head.

“Funny.” He admitted.

“You're acting kinda sus.” You told him.

“Yeah. Well, if we do this, if... We need to be very careful. All right?” He looked up at you for the first time since he had arrived. “We need a story. You and I didn't get along at the bar the other night. The others saw that, but the next night, I was very charming and persistent, and I convinced you to go out with me.”

“You did?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Mm-hmm.” He nodded.

You snorted.

“Was it hot? When you asked me out?” You teased.

He looked at you in disbelief, but kept his gaze steady as he replied. “Very.”

“I'm sorry. I'm just gonna need you to explain yourself, because a week ago you were lecturing me on how this is fraud, so…”

“It is fraud.” He assured. “I don't wanna do this.”

“Okay, so... don't.” You frowned.

“Believe me. If I had any other choice, I wouldn't be.” He replied. “Marriage should be for love. And where I come from, it's for life.”

“Do you come from a fantasy land? Because, where I come from in reality, marriage is really just a pointless legal arrangement that turns lovers into enemies, so... Why don't you have another choice?”

“Don’t see how that’s your business. He replied, his voice turning slightly defensive.

“Kind of is. I am possibly about to marry you.” You reminded him. “Why?”

“I need the extra two grand a month married guys get.”

“That's it?” You raised your eyebrows. “And I'm supposed to trust you here?”

“Trust me?” He scoffed. “Okay. Look, if I can trust a lib who doesn't give a shit about the law or the military, I can sure…”

“I have an ethical code that doesn't include blind obedience, and I desperately need this to literally survive. Whereas you could be, I don't know, stockpiling supplies for your bro-militia.” You cut him off.

“I'm leaving. This was a mistake.” 

You pressed your lips together as you saw him stand up.

“‘Bro-militia.’” He repeated with disbelive.

“Dean.” You called him as you shoved your pride away. “Dean”

“Liberal nut.” He mumbled to himself.

“Dean.”

“What?” He stopped and looked at you.

“Look, I don't like you.” Y0u admitted.

“No shit.” He scoffed. 

“But you seem solid.” You added. “So... I'm sorry, okay? Please.”

Dean needed this, so he wasn't going to pretend that your differences were enough to walk away either.

“Listen. I need you to know what you're getting yourself into.” He said, sitting back in front of you. “If we're caught, I get court-martialed. As in, arrested and maybe doing time.”

“Okay.”

“Look, this is already gonna be a shotgun wedding. We're gonna be on their radar. So, once I get over there, to Iraq, we've... we've got to just, like, set up consistent times where we are gonna speak, okay? We gotta make this look normal, like a real marriage. We'd have to write some romantic emails in case somebody reads them. We just have to keep it tight for my tour.” 

You nodded in agreement.

“And once I'm back here, we file for divorce.” He added. “Gives you a year of free health insurance. And we can split the cash down the middle. Yeah?”

“Great.” You answered in relief.

“And one more small thing.” He spoke once again. “I deploy Friday morning. We'd also have to go out with my company. Act like we…”

“Like we like each other?” 

“Yeah, more than that.” He laughed nervously. “Like, love each other.”

“Okay.”

“And, um…” He hesitated. “So, all married couples spend the night at this motel near base. It means we would have to.”

“Super.” You looked away from his hypnotizing green eyes. “So, are we out of ‘if’ territory? Are we doing this?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, we're doing this. But you can't tell anybody that doesn't need to know. You have to promise.”

“I promise. In fact, I pinky swear.” You smiled, raising your pinky finger at him.

“No, I'm not doing that.” He shook his head.

“We're getting married, man.”

After taking a deep breath and rolling his eyes, Dean finally hooked his pinky with yours quickly.

“I'll text you.” He said, standing up and leaving the diner.

Part 3 - You Signed Up For This (coming soon)

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WAIT YOU HAVE WORLD BUILDING FOR DEEP, YAK, AND ASH??? Can you share some of it??? I would ask so much if I knew!

AH

Okay so some friends and I (many people within the same Modern AU, but in particular @messymoonmad @aerbitions and @jayden-0kayden ) have been doing a lot of rps with both "canon" (godly) versions of our characters and modern versions.

This'll be a lil long, so I'll post it under the cut. I've posted some about the canon characters so I'll reblog that after I talk about modern below. Note that at this point, the modern versions of these characters are so removed from their sources that they've become ocs.

Pre-emptive warnings for implied suicidal thoughts, mentioned child abuse, selling drugs to minors (no use)

Deep Hadal had anger issues growing up. As an undiagnosed autistic kid with an abusive father, he learned quickly that biting back was the only way to make the bullying stop - and that led into anger being his first response to every problem. He got a one-night-stand pregnant in college and was essentially forced into a relationship with her to get to be part of the kid's life. A bad fight with his brothers in front of her led to Deep hitting Yak, which resulted in her blocking his number and getting a no-contact order served to Deep without warning. Deep spent a year in the Australian outback alone. He wanted to be somewhere he couldn't be triggered and hurt someone he loves again. Truthfully, he hadn't expected to make it through the summer at all.

Yak was born when Deep was 14. By the time Yak was 4, Deep had been kicked out as soon as he was an adult, and his mother dissociated so heavily he barely knew her at all. Deep and Ash were not allowed to see him, and although they managed to slip around their father's attention on occasion, Yak was very much alone with their abusive father for much of his childhood. When he was twelve years old, Yak made a dangerous plan, and managed to get into some shady circles. Using his father's money, he bought hard drugs off a man who didn't care that he was lying about his age and framed his father for drug possession. If the authorities may not have been any help to him or to his brothers, but they were all-too-willing to believe a drug abuser could also be a child abuser. There were discrepancies noted, of course... but after seeing Yak's medical examination post-arrest, they weren't inclined to look very deeply into them.

Ashton, the eldest brother, was five years old when Deep was born. They grew up together, and having each other and their mother, things were mostly manageable, even good some days - aquarium trips, days at the park, things that they could look back on fondly. But when Ash turned 18, his father kicked him out of the house without so much as a warning. He'd anticipated it, thank god, and had squirreled away just enough money from odd jobs to get a lease in a shitty apartment until he could get a permanent job. Deep was alone in that house, and Ash couldn't help him. It was all he could do to tell Deep to just hold on a few more years. A year later, when Yak was born, Ash knew there was no more waiting - he had to get them *out*. He couldn't subject another brother to 18 more years of that hell. He got into college and, several years later, found himself with job as a CPS counselor. He set up Yak's trust fund. But everything he tried to get Yak out would have only made the situation worse - he couldn't handle it himself without the court declaring a conflict of interest. He tried for *years,* only for Yak to finally reach a breaking point and handle it himself. Their father had never had a drug problem, and Ash doubted one had started - he knew Yak had to be involved, but has never had it confirmed. He's raised Yak since he was twelve years old. After all that time and all that care, Yak is more his son than his brother.

Now, in the current time of our rps, Deep is in a committed relationship with aerbitions' modern Poseidon, Anatolios. They're expecting a child together, which raised a LOT of pain and uncertainty for Deep for the entirety of the pregnancy, but Deep adores him with all his heart.

Yak is in a relationship with jayden-0kayden's modern Poseidon, Pearl Mariano. He's currently in college studying law, but he hates it with a passion and, with the encouragement of Pearl and his brothers, has recently decided to make the switch to animal husbandry so he can raise farm birds instead. He's always been very happy with birds.

Ashton, on top of being a CPS counselor, is a criminal psychologist for the court and runs his own therapy practice. He's massively overworked, but feels that if he HAS time to help others, he should be using it. He's an excellent therapist to everyone but himself. He recently began a relationship with messymoon's Poseidon (who is still Poseidon in this universe, cursed by Zeus to live without his domain or powers for one hundred years, and going by the name David-Luis), who was his former patient until they decided they were becoming too close personally to maintain a professional relationship and chose to pursue a romantic one instead.

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Hazbin hotel's third round of characters, this time females; these girlies round from the side, minor characters and minor villains for the s1 remake 3/5

Meet an explosive babe who died in the 80s in the outback; cherri bomb. And just like her name, she is an explosive lady, shes has a wild personality, will always throw bombs at anything authority related, and she has a temper that is as hot as she is; although for such a rebellious young woman she is trying to become an overlord which doesn't seem like something she would be interest and nobody knows why... hm maybe it has to relate with a certain spider fellow she hangs out with.

Meet the hell-born cannibal herself: Rosie. Rosie is quite a rare overlord she is a hell-born rather than a sinner, although people don't know where she came from or how she was able to live as long, but over time, people stopped asking about it. She runs the cannibal district, and she can provide people with all kinds of delicious carnivorous meals as long as they sign away their souls to her. Rosie is a rather sweet and motherly overlord if you can get on her good side, that is, you don't wanna get on her bad side the last person who did... well, let's say those angelic fangs aren't for show.

Meet Helsa Von Eldritch. She is an Ambassador to the Envy ring. She was Charlie's old rival in Hell School and her Ex-girlfriend. She is born from a father of Envy and a Mother of Greed, so she has both qualities of her mother's shark(greed) and her father's fish-like body(envy). Her family has quite the ties to Princess Leviathan and her own father was the past ambassador for envy and knows she is the current one only being in the position for the last 100 years and shes enjoying it she gets to have all the best clothes, cars, tech and a amazing house in all of envy(besides the princess) of course after being an ambassador with so much to do she does kinda miss having free time to herself and maybe a bit jealous of charlies freedom... NAW!!

With her past with said princess, they meet during one of Leviathans glorious gatherings as the young royal meet hells princess staying with her Dads bosses for her education, and after a few years they were dating of course until the accident they broke up and then they were rivals through the rest of hell school and when they broke apart they barley saw each other ever again until they have to attend balls and parties and such which is awkward... but hey Helsa laughed whenever she hears how her ex is doing when she over hears she making some dumb hotel for sinners and such, which is hilarious might wanna pop up to see how bad its doing...

(yeah I completely redid Helsa's character for this, I wanted to make Charlie and her exes instead of her brother mainly cause this cast needs a bit more female centricity but don't worry, Charlie is still BI in this au, she will have a male exe in here)

Meet the Marvelous Fantastic Mimzy!! In her old life, she was a doll with her singing and alcohol mixing. She's a life of a party although she can bring too much of a party if her debts don't come back to bite her. Mimzy was also friends with Alastor in the roaring twenties of course, she died when she cheated with her boyfriend(not in the romantic sense) for his money, and let's say that she had a swim with the fish, although it was really nice of Alastor to kill her ex for her. She also has requests from all to send some guests to the hotel to help with that weird 'hotel' project he's in.

Last but certainly not least is Venus, a raven sinner who died in the last 1600s during the witch trials in Salem; of course, she actually was a witch, but her spells were more than just silly curses they were rather... mind-controlling, she never mind controlled anyone though, but she doesn't understand why she's in hell. Whatever she can get back to her work, she wants to be something bigger, she never got to be something like that in her previous life and as of now she has three idols... those of which are powerful overlords.

(Venus is suprise an oc for the rewrite, yep an oc or two will be added (and theirs gonna be more ocs for the heaven plot of season two just wait, Venus will start of minor in season 1 and grow more into season 2 and have her finale ready in season 3 and season 4... idk well see when we see. Also I might redesign her in the future I'm idk on her design)

[hkthatgffan]

Gravity Falls AU where everything is the same except it takes place in either the American Southwest or the Australian Outback. (If it's the former, there would probably be an episode where they try to raid Area 51.)

Interesting concept. I think we need more Gravity Falls AU's like that; not a spin on some lore aspect of the series, but just see what the show would be like if set somewhere else.

I mean for example, years back there was an AU called @gravity-key created by @twofoxes, which was basically Gravity Falls but set in the Florida Keys. There's not much fan art for it out there but what does exist is super cool and paints an interesting concept. Plus, Florida is probably weirder than Gravity Falls is on a normal day so, would've been not much difference minus being East coast and beachy with Stan probably being a Miami Vice like character maybe, lol.

Loved Gravity Keys. Wish someone would revive it and make more art and content for it given there really aren't many AU's like it.

Gravity Keys art by pieartsystuff!

[sunsetmountainlion]

Bit of a long Lyrebird AU post incoming! The plot thickens!

As the extermination draws ever closer Vaggie takes to wandering around at night, after most of the flock is asleep and she can be alone. It gives her time to think and try to unravel everything she’s feeling. On one of these walks she wanders to the edge of the forest, near the forges.

Now the forges are a unique building. For starters it’s out of the forest, on the edge of the desert/outback area that forms part of the exorcist’s territory. It’s surrounded on all sides for one hundred feet by concrete, and has a twenty five foot, anti climb fence without a gate all around the perimeter. The doors into the building are always kept securely locked, and the only people allowed inside are the commander, lieutenant, smiths, and smith apprentices.

The reason for this is because the forges are very, very dangerous. Most of this security is to ensure the nestlings and fledglings can never, ever get inside. The juveniles and adults understand the danger, but the kiddos don’t. This danger comes both from how much angelic steel is stored inside, and because it’s one of the handful of places in Heaven that houses Holy fire.

Most fire you’ll see in Heaven is regular fire. It can’t hurt an angel, at most it’s uncomfortable. Holy fire is different because like angelic steel, it can kill or permanently disfigure and disable an angel. Most smiths have at least a few permanent burn scars. It’s also insanely difficult to put out since it feeds on Holy energy, and thus is treated with the utmost caution and respect at all times.

Usually Vaggie doesn’t give much thought to the forges. She has no interest in smithing, and even the smoke rising from the chimneys this late isn’t odd. The smiths are notorious for losing track of time and working on their projects at the oddest hours. But this night, she stops as she’s passing it. Something feels… off. There’s a sinking feeling in her gut, telling her not to walk away. She debates if she should risk how much trouble she’d get in if she’s caught, and that feeling grows stronger.

She hops the fence.

She walks the edge of the building for a bit before she finds an open door. Thats… very weird. No one ever forgets to lock the doors. She slips inside and wanders until she hears voices. Following them, she soon finds the source.

Lute and two of the older smiths are in one of the weapon’s testing rooms, looking over a full uniform on a dummy. It’s definitely an exorcist uniform, but modified. The fabric seems to have an almost metallic quality to it, the gloves and boots are notably thicker, and the helmet has a respirator. It also has what almost looks like armor, but not quite. More like thick padding in a mimicry of armor plating.

That sense of dread in her gut grows as Vaggie watches Lute and the smiths step back, one of them, decked out in the full uniform for working with Holy fire and angelic steel, going over to a metal box and opening it. Using a specialized scoop she takes out portion of Holy fire, the brilliant gold and white flames almost moving like water, and pours it over the uniform.

It should have burned to ash.

The only damage is a bit of char.

The smiths have created a uniform resistant to Holy fire.

It hits Vaggie like a semi truck as she makes her escape before she’s spotted. Lute, that crazy, genocidal bitch, is planning on weaponizing one of the most devastating substances in all of Heaven against Hell.

She has to warn Charlie.

[squirrelsqwirow]

HC: mountaineer!reiner x fem!reader

a/n: I've seen a lot of farmer!reiner and cowboy!reiner, which I love, but never a mountaineer!reiner and I just can't stop thinking about it cw: Light smut below, mentions of death, modern au, sub!reiner

mountaineer!reiner who was born and grew up within a small German village within the Bavarian Alps - a tourist town it was, attracting thousands of hikers world-wide, and hundreds of influencers for it's quaint cafes and inns.

mountaineer!reiner who knows the vast region around his village like the back of his hand - he doesn't need a map, (however he continues to take one), as he has memorised every hike, trail and worn-down path.

mountaineer!reiner who owns a moderately-sized wooden cabin just outside of the village with his lovely wife

mountaineer!reiner who's cabin sits on a grassy hillside walled by the forest, the only access being the dirt driveway that weaves through the woods - a delicate creek slices through the hillside and runs next to the cobble patio outback

mountaineer!reiner who awakens every morning with you in his arms, face dug into the crook of your neck, the newly grown scruff on his chin and cheeks scratching your skin as he shifts to hold you closer - you groan as he does, being pushed from side-to-side as he wiggles down to rest on your chest, arms secured around your waist

"what'ya doing?" you had said the first time. "sorry," he mumbled and place a sleepy kiss to the fat of your right breast. "you're warm." reiner hummed with a smile as you ran your fingers through his hair and caressed his face. "and comfortable."

mountaineer!reiner who loves slow mornings, basking in the yellow light that seeps through the curtains as you both struggle to pull back the covers - who loves mornings where you lay together as entangled limbs; pants; whines; soft moans filling the room - who loves productive mornings where you both separately get ready for the day, sharing quick kisses as you pass each other in the hallway, kitchen and bedroom

mountaineer!reiner who always brings you in for a deep kiss as he leaves for the day, and as he pulls away he gives you the warmest, sweetest smile filled with love and adoration, caressing your cheek before whispering 'I love you'

mountaineer!reiner who works as a local guide for hikers, leading groups of people on hikes that can range from 40 minutes to the lookout on the mountain, or 6 hour hikes into the mountains and forest

mountaineer!reiner who loves his job and wishes to leave Germany for a little while to hike some of the most famous trails in the world

mountaineer!reiner who wants to bring you on these dream journeys, your hands linked together as you scale the flat or rough terrain - bodies pressed together under the sleeping bag as the tent pitter-patters with light rain - the taste of coffee on your tongues as you share kisses against the great view of the rising sun

mountaineer!reiner who always wants to match his wife's hiking clothes

"love, which ones should we wear?" reiner turned around and held up two different sets of hiking clothes. he lifted the first pair: "the blue and black?" he lifted the second: "or the red, orange and yellow?" you had little time to think as reiner sheepishly held out the first pair. "I like this one." you smiled, "I like that one too."

mountaineer!reiner who loves taking you on hikes, whether they be days long or 30 minutes into the forest for a picnic

mountaineer!reiner who's favourite spot for a picnic is a grassy hillside behind the cabin that's peppered with flowers, over-looking the village - a basket, a red-white checkered blanket and you lying next to him - he's in heaven

mountaineer!reiner who cannot stop sneezing as he collects a bouquet for you from the field - who almost cries when you continue to preserve the bouquets he gives you and place them in vases around the house - he'll stare lovingly at them when you're away

mountaineer!reiner who will lick excess whipped cream from the corner of your mouth, his face the shade of the strawberry jam in the pastries he and you baked for the picnic date

he pulls away with his heart thumping against his ribs, the taste of whipped cream heavy on his tongue. you gently reached out for his chin and bring him in for a soft kiss, one that leaves a shy smile on his face. reiner leans his head into the crook of your neck and looks down at the bustling village below, feeling happy and loved.

mountaineer!reiner who's job isn't always great, as within the wilderness and long hiking trails people can go missing

mountaineer!reiner is one of the first to be called when a hiker disappears - works himself to the bone trying to find them, narrowing down their last known location and following tracks, exploring every possible structure in the area that the hiker could have taken refuge in, working alongside a large team that scales mountains and dips into valley's

mountaineer!reiner who can almost cry with joy as he finds them curled away to escape the dropping temperatures, and sometimes mountaineer!reiner who sobs into your lap as the search is called off after a number of weeks

mountaineer!reiner who, under the covers in your shared bed, will confess his feelings of failure and guilt for never finding this hiker - he'll confess the pure terror of being lost in the wilderness, one of his greatest fears

"I feel like I could've done more," reiner said with half his face dug into the pillow. "maybe if I looked harder or-or tried harder we would've found them..." his voice cracks, "but I-I just..." you don't say anything as he sobs, only pulling him closer and running your fingers through his hair.

mountaineer!reiner who is a kind, empathetic and compassionate man that never forgets the people never found, and tried his best to bring some sort of closure to the families

mountaineer!reiner who often retreats to the hot-spring behind the cabin to relax and clear his mind - his favourite time to jump in is during winter, when the snow is heavy and thick, but most importantly with you curled up by his side

mountaineer!reiner who pants into your shoulder and clings to your waist as you sit on his lap, the steaming water sloshing against your sides as you slide up and down

his face is red from the heat, and you can see how he is close from the way he bites his lip and his eyes roll back into his head. reiner's hips stutter as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, his legs tremble beneath the water and as you bring his head to rest on your shoulder, his mouth falls open as the tight pressure between his legs finally bursts.

mountaineer!reiner who loves when you make love to him slow and sensual, but isn't against being roughed up every now and then - he will pay back the favour with his head between your thighs for as long as you want, drunk of the sound of your moans and the gentle whisper of the forest outside the open window

mountaineer!reiner who's lean and sharply toned in the summer, muscles rippling under his skin as he carries out his chores, but is softer and squishy during the colder months, his strong muscles coated in a thin layer of fat

mountaineer!reiner who always asks if you can help him shave even though he is perfectly capable of doing it himself - he just loves the feeling of you softly angling his head to where you want, and brushing your fingers down his soft cheeks

mountaineer!reiner who pretends to not notice you eyeing him as he chops wood outside, and who always 'accidentally' forgets to put on a shirt as he does - he'll have a lopsided grin and a deep blush, but doesn't fail to give you a show as he casually stretches to flex his large biceps and back muscles

mountaineer!reiner who loves the domestic life he lives - chopping wood out back, cooking meals, cleaning the house, fixing the sink in the kitchen and frequent trips into the village where he takes his wife to brunch

mountaineer!reiner who has been cleaning out a spare room little by little for months, almost bouncing in excitement at the possibility that it might be a nursery one day

"hey, sweetheart?" reiner beckoned you to the doorway of the spare room and pointed to the far right corner. "what'ya think about... I dunno, a crib in here soon?"

mountaineer!reiner who loves his life, wife and little slice of paradise and wouldn't trade it for all the riches in the world

[starbluud]

— 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙎 𝙒𝙀 𝙂𝙊 (𝙏𝙊 𝙁𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝘼 𝘿𝙊𝙂)

—.🌿. PAIRING. hwang hyunjin x f!reader

—.🌿. TW. cursing. violence. blood and injury. gore. mental health issues. severe ptsd. flashback. heavy trauma. murder. panic attack. mentions of vomit. arguing. chan being a dick (sorry). just heaviness.

—.🌿. GENRE. tlou!au. angst. slight fluff.

—.🌿. NOTES. i had an idea to write this fic before to go along with two other of the same au i had, but it was written about a person who turned out to be a complete fuckface. i’ll come back in the future to re-write those with an actual likable person. however, this little mini series thing idk what to call it holds a very special place in my heart so i wanted to continue it, but with different people. i’ve never written for stray kids or any type of k-pop before so please bear with me if anything seems weird. another note about this piece, minho and chan are roughly 10 years older than the rest of the members. i apologize for that, but it works with the way the plot was written. anyway, i hope you enjoy! :)) btw, not proofread lmao.

— THE SUN WAS brighter today. it shone down, warm rays casting a brilliant golden hue to the fluttering field of grass. a gentle breeze passed by. its presence made stray hairs dance slightly, the strands tickling the bridge of y/n's nose. she inhaled, lungs expanding fully before letting the breath go.

she enjoyed the peace. the sound of distant birds. the smell of blooming wildflowers along the forestline. the feeling of the wind against her scarred skin. it was a moment of tranquility she was still getting used to. after spending so long on the hunt, fighting for survival and tracking one down, it felt unfamiliar. foreign almost, like she never spent a moment before basking in the blanket of silence.

her eyes finally opened.

felix always suggested a moment of calamity would help with the anxiety she carried. to stop and soak in her surroundings. it was to show she wasn't in constant danger. there was no need to step on eggshells every minute of every day, especially now since their group decided to settle down.

after chan getting shot, hyunjin taking arrows to the shoulder and lung, and y/n left beaten and bloody, they all needed a moment to relax. at least to relax as best as they could given the trauma they continue to carry.

the others resided in jackson, deciding to stay back home to help chan recover. y/n and hyunjin broke off, finding a farmhouse not too far from the community.

it was a two-story building, abandoned and forgotten since the beginning of the end of the world. the white outside paint was worn and the porch was well-loved, sporting scratch marks in the wood from used rocking chairs. the inside was open and roomy, giving them enough space to decorate it like their own. lots of windows brought in sunlight and the smell of the outside traveled through screen doors. a fence sectioned off the outgrown yard from the woods and a small barn sat outback. it housed a handful of sheep they rounded up when they first moved in and a small garden planted next to it.

it felt like home for the first time in a long fucking time. ever since minho died, walking the world without him felt empty. like she'd never find a place where she belonged again.

the thought of her brother made her swallow. she took a breath and stood, making her way toward the house and stepping through the screen door. the sound of it slamming shut caught hyunjin's attention from the kitchen.

he peeked around the wall to catch a glimpse of his girlfriend setting her flannel over the back of one of the wooden dining room chairs.

"hey," he said with a small smile, tossing the wet cloth he was using back in the bucket of warm water. the dishes could wait a moment. he walked over to her, using a hand to lean on the table.

"hey," her voice was weak. it sounded almost strained when she spoke, like she's been quiet for so long that she forgot how to talk properly. hyunjin wouldn't be surprised if she had. he noticed how having a moment to rest after chaos really brought everything out of her. the sleepless nights, the panic attacks, the anxiety, the way she interacted with everything now: it all poured out now she didn't use survival as an act to push it down.

he reached out, fingers pushing back a few baby hairs from her forehead. "you were out there a while." he said quietly. i'm worried about you.

y/n shrugged. "it's nice out." she said. don't be. i'm fine.

he forced back the words he wanted to say. i don't believe you. instead he nodded with a grin, glancing out a nearby open window. the breeze that came through blew the curtains apart lightly. "that it is." he looked back at her. "i'm thinking a salad with the stuff from the garden would be nice for dinner. cucumbers, broccoli, carrots: nice and fresh for a day like today. what do you think?"

she nodded. "sure." she spoke before slipping by him. he frowned, but bit down on his lip to hide it. he followed after her, watching as she grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water from the drinking pitcher.

"okay. i'll go put the sheep in the barn for the night and head to the garden." he explained, heading to the shoe rack next to the back door to put on a pair of his boots.

y/n sat down her glass. "i got the sheep. just go to the garden." she offered. hyunjin blinked at her.

"are you sure?" he asked, standing up. concern swam in his gut. she's been off today, more than normal and it's starting to worry him. he didn't want to leave her alone any more than he could today.

"yeah. it's fine." she reassured. "it'll take like ten minutes."

"okay." he said after a moment. "okay, yeah. holler then... if you need me." he covered his nervousness with a smile. he reached out and grabbed her hand, giving it a small squeeze. she returned it.

"i will." she said before dropping his palm. "i'll be back."

hyunjin watched as she headed out the back door, dark eyes fixated on her shrinking figure. he pulled his hand up and rubbed his right shoulder, a familiar twinge of pain spreading across the muscle. he could feel the textured skin under his shirt, bringing back the memory of seeing y/n pinned down with fists flying to both sides of her face.

he shook his head, willing the thought away before it came. he sighed before heading towards the garden.

“come on, jesse, please.” y/n begged the last sheep. jesse, although small, had a knack for making things harder than they should. a mischievous ewe of the herd, black as night with snowy spots around her face, she enjoyed making her handlers work for what they want.

thankfully this last plea led her to give in, following the others inside the barn. y/n trailed behind to make sure the sheep didn’t try to run off before leading them into the pin.

they walked in and began munching on their dinner for the night as y/n locked the enclosure. “you,” she pointed towards jesse. “you are a bitch, you know that?”

the sheep bellowed as if agreeing to the statement. the snide remark earned her an eye roll. “jackass.” y/n muttered under her breath.

she turned, ready to head back to the house when a noise caught her attention.

she looked back, the end of the barn swimming in darkness from the setting sun. despite knowing she’s in a safe place, the thought of not being alone pressed down on her chest. “hello?” she called.

no person came out. in the place instead was a lamb, little tail flicking as it tried to hide between old farm tools.

“barney? how’d you get out?” she asked herself, striding over to catch the animal.

he caught wind of her actions and ran behind a bucket and shovel, making the two smash against each other and fall.

bam!

a scene flashed behind her eyes. minho laying still on the floor, looking just how he did when she woke: bloodied, bruised, and dead. his face was swollen and crimson leaked from his vicious wounds.

the sight caused her heart to clench and her breathing to catch.

“please…” she begged, trying to focus on the sheep in front of her. he sped by, too fast for y/n to catch and headed towards the barn doors.

she followed behind, breathing rugged and hands shaking. “p-please, barney.”

the wind outside picked up slightly. what was once a gentle breeze turned violent, catching the door before slamming.

she couldn’t see. she couldn’t feel. she couldn’t hear anything over the sound of her gasping breaths. hyperventilating overtook her, unable to properly calm herself.

yet as soon as the light left, it came back through a flicker of a flashlight.

she was back here again, swaddled in a thick jacket and gloves. snow melted in her hair that sent shivers down her spine. she stood at the top of a familiar set of stairs with a white door at the bottom.

minho’s screams were on the other side, calling out to her in pain and agony. the realization that her brother was in there sent her flying. she sped down the stairs, nearly tripping and calling his name.

“minho! minho!” she screamed, trying the doorknob. it was locked.

his voice grew louder and the sound of metal hitting skin came through the wood. “no, no!” y/n shouted, trying to slam her shoulder into the door.

smacking, screaming, kicking, punching, slamming. nothing worked. it never worked.

the sound of her name being cried from his lips made her head spin in desperation. over and over and over again until she felt herself being pulled.

being yanked back to reality was never easy. where she was always felt so real. so fucking real every time she’s back at that door, but the feeling of hands on her face and shoulder and the voice of hyunjin grounded her.

“y/n! y/n!” he shook her. “breathe, love. in and out.” he pleaded, feeling his heart twist at the sight of her frantic eyes. “he’s not here, none of them are.”

y/n took a breath, feeling her lungs skip from the straining she put herself under. it was shaky in nature as she followed along with the exercises hyunjin demonstrated.

she gulped and leaned her head back against the wall. she was sat on the dirt ground, straws of hay poking her skin through the material of her jeans.

in through her nose and out through her mouth.

“i’m sorry,” she rasps, blinking back the tears that burned her eyes. “i’m sorry.”

he shook his head and settling down next to her. “no need.” he spoke softly, brushing back her hair like he did before. he was gentle with his touch, fingertips like feathers across her sweaty skin. “there’s no need to be sorry, love.”

she nodded and screwed her hues shut for a moment. his hand fell to her knee.

“you haven’t had an episode like that in a while.” he muttered, thumb grazing over her pants leg.

“yeah,” she croaked, sniffling.

“is it the same one?” he questioned, eyes tracing over y/n’s features. swollen and red hues, the irritated skin around her nose, and the puffiness of her lips from her constant biting. she looked so worn down. that hurt more than any wound could.

“it always is.” she replied.

they sat in silence for a moment longer.

“come on. let’s get you cleaned up and fed. we can go to bed early tonight.” he helped y/n to her feet, placing a small kiss to her temple.

she didn’t respond, but let hyunjin lead her back to the house after making sure the sheep, now including barney, were good until morning.

her footsteps were sluggish and heavy. to hyunjin, it felt almost like carrying a drunk person, having to help haul their body weight back home. he didn’t mind it though. he was too preoccupied with his running thoughts.

his mind trailed back to that day. gunshots rang throughout the old theater they were held up in. he hurried from his place upstairs, wincing slightly with every step from his sprained ankle, but managed to follow the sound.

the image of chan laying still when he walked through the doors sent a shiver down his spine. his friend, his older brother practically, on the ground in a pool of his own blood, gunshot running through the back of his head and knee.

he gagged. seeing someone he was so close too lay limply and lifeless, it made him sick. his hands shook as he covered his mouth, trying to fight back the bile rising in his throat. yet, he didn’t have time to dwell on either his friend nor the vomit threatening to spill once the sound of another gunshot echoed through the auditorium.

the first thought that came to mind was y/n. she wasn’t anywhere near and deep down he knew she was in the midst of the havoc.

he didn’t waste time taking the stairs, but instead hauled himself up on the stage to run through the curtains. then he saw them.

abby anderson. she was the very person that set y/n off. the very cause of minho’s death. he remembered her. she looked exactly the way y/n described. built, muscular frame, long blonde hair tied in a braid, and a look that could kill.

god, the damage she caused. he’ll never forget the way his heart sank seeing y/n’s unconsciousness figure laying next to minho’s corpse. fear struck his bones, blending with the chill of the snow stuck to his skin. dried blood coated her nose and mouth, seeping between her lips and dying her teeth red and left eye starting to swell with purpling skin.

she was still alive. the shallow breathing of her chest told him so and he’d never felt so thankful yet so selfish.

the hope in his heart burned, happy to note his girlfriend was still here, but so disgusted with himself praying she wasn’t the one dead. that’s something he’d never grow to forgive himself and every time the memory of his friend’s body flashes by, the more guilt he continues to grow.

and this moment now was an entire recreation of that day.

abby was on top of y/n. her frame much bigger and stronger than the girl she had pinned. brutal fists were coming from all angles, paining y/n’s skin crimson.

he could see it everywhere. it seeped from her nose and mouth and leaked into her eyes. she coughed and gagged, trying her best to fight back with a broken arm.

the sight of it alone, the ptsd of the day he found her knocked out, it all came flooding back. so he charged. he sprinted and slammed against abby, pushing her off of y/n’s gasping form.

she wiggled in his grasp trying to take the upper hand. he stole it, swinging back with knuckles to meet her face. punch, punch, punch, punch. over and over with a rage he never knew burned in him.

he would kill her. he wanted to kill her and he was going to.

until a sharp pain struck his left shoulder. a deep ache he’s never felt before. he paused, both abby and himself staring at his wound in astonishment.

an arrow was driven through him, a broad head tip peering through his top, sporting blood and meat. red slowly started to spread across his white shirt, expanding like the very fungus trying to kill them.

then another hit and this time was much more painful. it the right side of his upper back, piercing right between his ribs and driven into his lung. the instant taste of metal flooded his tastebuds before a violent cough racked his system, blood spilling from his lips.

he doesn’t remember much after that. other than getting pushed off with knuckles to the face, everything went black. he didn’t wake up until weeks later with y/n by his side and her arm in a split.

he shook his head, willing such a painful memory away and fell back to the present.

he spared a glance over to y/n whose face was pointed down and hands shaking like a leaf in the wind.

yeah, an early night sounds good.

the sunset of the next day was just as bright, painting the chipped white paint of the house a warm orange.

y/n frowned at the sight of a familiar horse tied to their porch. she headed forward, the rabbits for tonight’s dinner bonded with rope was tight in her hand.

she was reluctant to step inside. a well known voice spoke with a gentle ease to hyunjin. she frowned.

a small step through the screen door caught the duo’s attention. hyunjin sent her a smile from the dining table, chan sitting right across from him.

he sent her a grin, too. it was hard to read, a mess of emotions passing through making it difficult to discern. his right eye was white, baring a scar circling the socket of his skull. the right corner of his mouth couldn’t move to far.

“hey, i was wondering where you were.” chan chuckled, willing himself to stand. y/n could see how shaky his stance was, causing hyunjin to leap over and help him regain balance.

“none of that. i’m capable of doing things myself now.” chan shooed hyunjin away, placing a hand on the male’s shoulder in a silent thanks.

he limped around the table, his left knee still weak after all this time but managed to make it to where y/n stood and pulled her into a hug. he squeezed her lovingly, happy to see his adoptive niece after so long. y/n wasn’t as expressive with her touch, opting to just rest her hands around his waist loosely until he backed away. she hoped he didn’t notice that.

he did, but chose not to speak of it.

he looked around, peering at the decor the couple managed to find to decorate their living room. “rather nice place you two have set up here. feels very… homey.” he chortled with a nod.

“well, it is home now.” she responded back, seeing hyunjin step over to take the food for the night from her palm, giving her hand a small squeeze while doing so.

y/n cleared her throat. “so, how’s everyone? good, i hope?”

chan nodded, turning to her. “yeah. felix is studying to help with the medical team. han, changbin, and seungmin are on patrols more often than not, and i.n. is, well, just i.n.” a light laugh left his mouth. “nah, he’s helping the town’s children with their learning.”

“that’s great. i’m happy for ‘em.” y/n gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“i’ll let them know you said that.” then, he sucked in a breath. “but, um…” he trailed off, trying to find his words. “but i’ve came by to talk about something.”

y/n cocked her head slightly. “what is it?” she questioned.

“here.” he sat back down on a wooden dining chair. he patted the table, motioning to the seat next to him. “come sit.”

she followed, seeing hyunjin come back from the kitchen out of the corner of her eye.

she watched as chan pulled out a folded paper and opened it, revealing a map of the east coast. “i’ve been putting out feelers for a while and a guy heard my story.” he smoothed out the sheet on the table. “he told me about a woman he traded with a while back when he was going through california. said she was built like an ox, traveling with a kid with scars across his face.”

y/n swallowed thickly, nails digging and scraping into the wood of her seat. she felt her chest grow heavy.

“he said they were living along the coast on a sailboat. here,” he pointed towards a marked spot on the map before peering up, meeting y/n’s eyes. she felt her stomach twist with his next words.

“that’s gotta be her.”

a silence fell over them for a moment, y/n unable to form the right words.

it’s as if hyunjin could feel that unease radiate from her and took a step, leaning forward and resting his hands on y/n’s shoulders. she could feel the slight trace of his thumb run comfortingly across the skin of her collarbone.

“we’re done with that, so…” he chimed in.

chan peered at y/n, brows furrowed. y/n let out a shaky breath. “i’m sorry,” she looked down.

she could see the way his face twisted, an expression of almost betrayal falling over his features. “well,” he cleared his throat. “i can’t go.”

y/n gave him a small nod. “i know.” her voice was growing weaker.

a pause followed after that. y/n could feel her skin crawl with the way chan’s eyes scanned her. then, a scoff.

“all right.” he sneered, grabbing the bag he traveled with and stood. “reckon it’s easy to forget about her while you’re sitting so comfy and cozy all the way out here–“

“hey,” hyunjin cut in, taking a step forward.

chan ignored him, still fixed on y/n and her saddened hues. “i’ll make her pay. that’s what you said.” he sneered while putting on his backpack.

“chan,” hyunjin tried again, stepping in his line of sight. y/n looked away.

chan rolled his eyes and snarled. “what a fucking joke.” he hissed and limped through the front door.

hyunjin turned to her, standing form towering over her. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple. “stay here a minute, yeah?” he muttered. she nodded, feeling one more peck be placed to the crown of her head.

she heard him head out, footsteps heavy with anger.

“the fuck was that?” she could hear hyunjin’s voice flow through the open window.

“nothin’.” she heard chan respond back.

a groan of irritation came next. “god dammit, chan. you know what the fuck we’ve been through—“

“save it.” chan snapped. “she made me a promise.”

“i don’t fucking care!” hyunjin barked back, making y/n bite her lip until metal seeped to her tongue.

“and that’s your fucking problem, hyunjin. i know you don’t give two shits.”

“you listen here,” her boyfriend’s voice was sharp. “don’t you ever, i mean ever, come into my fucking house with that bullshit ever again. do you hear me?”

y/n was no longer paying attention to their conversation, too preoccupied with the thoughts running in her brain.

abby was so close. so fucking close. and y/n, she could end it once and for all. for her. for hyunjin. for chan. for all her friends. for minho.

she shook her head, forcing them away. it’s done. she’s done.

she grabbed the map and headed upstairs.

sleep didn’t come easy that night. hyunjin laid beside her, dark hair falling over his pillow with small snores leaving his lips.

y/n was sat up, feet dangling over the edge of the bed. goosebumps riddled her skin. the night air flown in through the open windows, making her shiver in her sleep shirt and a pair of hyunjin’s boxers.

she sniffled and sighed, swallowing back the lump in her throat before standing. she walked over towards the window and closed it quietly.

she peered over her shoulder at the man she loved asleep so soundly and made her stomach flip with both adoration and heartbreak. he’s been with her through it all. from minho’s murder, to the hunt for abby, to violence she’s committed, even to his scratch with death. and he’s still here, choosing to be by her side through anything and everything.

she dug her nails into the skin of her crossed arms. chan’s voice echoed through her mind.

i’ll make her pay. that’s what you said.

she let out a broken breath and buried her face in her hands, rubbing harshly at the skin of her forehead. she dragged them down her face.

another shiver racked her body. there’s more windows open downstairs.

with one last glance at the sleeping hyunjin, she took gentle steps into the hall and down to the lower floor. she walked around. the entire house was dark except for the moonlight shining through the curtains, bright enough for y/n to see to move around.

a howl of wind came from nearby. y/n strolled over, hands and feet chilly as she entered hyunjin’s little art room. the walls were pinned with his works. charcoal drawings of herself, paintings of their friends, sketches of jackson’s outline. he was talented.

y/n closed the window and took a few steps back, her hip knocking into a stool. a thud hit the floor, causing y/n to jump at the sound. her guitar case laid there and stared up at her.

she swallowed and bent down, opening it to reveal minho’s old guitar. it was loved, the wood scratched from old picks and old snapped string ends tied to the tuning pegs that he was too lazy to remove.

she grabbed it, thumb running across the neck. she sat on the stool and placed it in her lap, fingers falling back home to where they always were. a few soft strums followed. it was a familiar tune, one she grew so used to playing.

if i ever were to lose you, i’d surely loose myself.

she paused. minho’s voice sang in her head. future days by pearl jam. it was one of his favorites when he was young, he said. his mother used to play it for him when he was a boy and unable to sleep.

“and i wanted to teach you, you know,” he shrugged, sitting on the sofa in y/n’s little makeshift house she claimed as her own. “just in case you need it.”

she chuckled, twirling side to side in her swivel chair. “and why would i need that?” she asked. “i don’t even know how to play.”

he rolled his eyes in a playful manner. “that’s why i said i’ll teach you. it’s almost like you don’t listen.” he reached out, fingers tangling in her hair and giving it a good ruffle.

she pushed him away. “thanks for that. now i look like i’ve been attacked by a bear or something.” she sassed, trying to smooth out her locks.

“it’s not too bad. though, i don’t think hyunjin would mind no matter how your hair looked.” he teased, causing her cheeks to burn.

“shut the hell up.” she brought her hands to her face, trying to conceal her redness.

“yeah, yeah.” he laughed. “but i’ll teach you. if you can’t sleep, just play it. it’ll help. besides, it’s a good song.”

she nodded. “it is. maybe once i learn, i’ll play better than you.”

he scoffed. “doubt it.”

the memory played on repeat. she missed him and his dumb teasing. the only family she ever had was him, practically becoming her brother figure over the course of their journey across the country.

and his death: unjustified and left behind. it left a bitter taste in her mouth, especially since she’s given up on it. on him.

she couldn’t do that to him, not after all he’s done for her. she wouldn’t.

she needed to find abby.

hyunjin was cold when he woke up. the left side of the bed was bare, leaving him alone in the dimly lit room. the sun hasn’t risen yet and the bright moon left a ghastly white glow on the walls.

y/n was missing and that worried him. he knew her insomnia was growing worse by the day. she’d stay up for hours on end, tossing and turning with no dreams to be found. he wondered where she was now.

he got up, bare feet hitting the hardwood floor that sent a shiver down his spine. he headed out and down the stairs, hearing the sounds of shuffling come from the kitchen.

he rounded the corner and felt his heart sink. y/n’s back faced him. she was crouched, frame swallowed in minho’s old jacket he wore all the time, and she was stuffing things into a bag. she was leaving.

“hey,” his voice came out soft. it’s still startled her, making her flinch and peer over her shoulder. she stood.

“hey.” she replied, clammy hands rubbing against the material of her jeans.

“you okay?” he asked. it was dumb. of course she wasn’t.

she nodded nonetheless, lying straight to his face. “fine.” she croaked, stepping over to hide the backpack from his sight. it was useless to do so. he already knew what her plan was.

“come. let’s go back to bed. let’s talk in the morning.” he motioned towards the stairs and turned, hoping to not give her time to argue. he wasn’t quick enough.

“i need to finish this.” her words were broken, much like the way his heart was.

he clenched his jaw and screwed his eyes shut. he turned, taking long strides over to her. he shook his head.

“you don’t owe chan anything. you know that, right?” his hand reached out, brushing back her hair. she pulled away, looking up at him with exhausted hues.

“i don’t sleep. i…” her voice broke slightly. “i don’t eat. i’m not like you.”

hyunjin’s brows furrowed, face twisting in a blur of offense. he took a step back. “like me?” he scoffed. “what? you– you think this is easy for me?”

y/n’s frown stretched deeper.

he scowled. “minho was my best friend, y/n. for years, he was there for me. with– with advice, or solutions for my problems, even to just fuck around with. he watched me grow up and you think it’s easy for me to act like his death didn’t effect me?”

y/n shook her head. “that’s not–“

hyunjin cut her off. “i do this for you, y/n. everything i do is for you.” sadness washed over his anger. “i love you. please, just stay.” he grasped her face gently with his palms, thumbs running along the high points of her cheek bones.

“i can’t.” she whispered.

“so, am i just supposed to sit and wait for you? for me to drive myself insane thinking your dead or ripped apart?” he exasperated. y/n shook her head in his hands.

“i don’t plan on dying.” her voice was stable for the first time in a while.

“well, neither did minho.” the words slipped out faster than he could catch. his blood froze in his veins at the look of pain making home on y/n’s features.

she didn’t respond, but instead ripped away from his touch to grab her bag, taking steps towards the back door. he panicked, jumping forward to cup her face once again. “no, don’t. please.”

her breathing was ragged. what he said was unfair on every level and he knew that. but, anything to keep from separating, he’s willing to do. “please. i-i can’t…” he cracked. “i can’t lose you, too.” his eyes burned with tears, gaze locked with hers.

“i have to kill her, hyunjin. she’s still alive and minho’s not. i can’t live with myself as long as she’s still breathing.” she whispered.

he leaned forward, forehead pressed together, and let out a shaky breath. “let me come with you.”

“no.” her response was instant. “no, you can’t come.” she shook her head, attempting to pull away from him. his gentle hands stayed.

“why?” he begged. “tell me, why can’t i come?” he scanned her face. her emotions bled openly. her fear and agony of watching someone she cared for to be hurt again was on full display.

“you’ll get hurt. i-i can’t have you dying on me. last time was cutting it way too close.” she explained. “and that was because of me. you came because of me and that earned you a collapsed lung and a run in with death. everything that’s happened to you was because of me.”

she sniffled and hyunjin shook his head, wiping a rouge tear from her cheek. “no, god no.” he swallowed. “you think this was your fault? are you fucking serious?”

she nodded. “of course it is. if i hadn’t–“

“if i hadn’t, you would’ve been dead.” he cut in. “if i hadn’t been there, abby would’ve beaten you to death and i would be sitting in jackson wondering where you were. if i hadn’t, you would’ve been taken and killed by the wlfs. if i hadn’t, i would’ve lost you for good.”

another tear slipped down her cheek. he wiped it away, not acknowledging his own. “none of this is your fault. none. it has never been your fault. what abby did, you had nothing to do with and i know that in your mind, you believe you’re the root cause of everything, but believe me when i say you’re not.” he pushed her hair back, much like he did when she had her panic attack in the barn.

“and i know this is what you feel is needed. i know this feels like the only thing you can do avenge minho’s death and i know your mind is made up. i wont stop you, but god forbid i let you do this shit on your own. you’re much too precious to me to do that.” he breathed.

“i’d go to the ends of anything and everything for you. i’d follow you into any place you want. fuck, i’d walk blissfully into hell if that’s where you’re headed.” he licked his lips, salt on his tongue. “please, love, please let me go with you.”

y/n swallowed and sniffled, feeling the weight of his words crush her. she could see it in his eyes. please let me come with you. i’m begging, my love, please.

a sigh and then she nodded. “okay.” she croaked. “okay. you can come.”

a sense of relief filled hyunjin’s chest. he leaned down and captured y/n’s lips with his. desperation fled from him to her, spilling between them in a flurry of emotions. the very need to be by her side at all times consumed him, to survive and die right next to her. and he would without as much as a second thought.

he breathed her in, hoping to consume and bury all her worries and fears, and sprout them into flowers of hope and courage. she was his everything.

and if it’s to the ends they go, he’ll follow her like a dog.

[bluerhapsodist]

New Jedi Order AU: "The Journey of Jacen Solo"

(this is for @solitaire-06 who encouraged me to think what it'd look like if Jacen Solo didn't go dark and become a Sith Lord)

Jacen Solo makes a personal pilgrimage at the end of the Yuuzhan Vong War. In the final battle, he achieved a state of oneness with the Force and defeated Onimi, the hidden Force-sensitive ruler of the Yuuzhan Vong Empire and the secret mastermind behind the invasion. However, as capable as he remains as a Jedi Knight, Jacen feels a return to his philosophical roots, as well as an interest in meeting and befriending animals from a variety of planets he’s never seen before. With his Uncle Luke’s permission, Jacen gets leave to wander the galaxy and seek out other Force-using traditions to learn how they perceive the Force.

First, he seeks out the Theran Listeners on Nam Chorios, learning how to “hear” the Force in all living things—including the crystalline Tsil—in order to stop the plague-bearing drochs from leaving their planet and contaminating others.

Jacen’s second destination is the Sunesi on Monor II. They do not have a native Force-using tradition, but Jacen owes a debt to Gnosos, who helped him escape a trap back on Duro. The Sunesi elders teach him about the Maker and the role their deity plays in their adolescent metamorphosis.

Third, he seeks out the Jensaarai on Susevfi. Their order follows a syncretic mix of Jedi and Sith teachings, grounded in the twin arts of crafting battle armor and striking from the shadows. The Saarai-kaar teaches the value of aggression in battle and the need for patience at all other times.

Fourth, he goes to the Baran Do sages on Dorin. They show Jacen how to meditate for long periods of time, even days on end, opening his mind to the Force in such stillness that he can “ride the storm” of future events and see when to make the most critical move to protect himself or another in battle.

Fifth, he makes an effort to find the Aing-Tii at the Kathol Outback. Jacen earns their respect when he directs them to a slaver’s ship that had crossed his path en route. They show him the gift of flow-walking, allowing them to surrender their emotions and move their conscious vision to perceive events in the past or the future. The danger lies not in seeing other moments of time, but in trying to anchor oneself there. Most of their ability is used to navigate spacetime and teleport their Sanhedrim ships with instantaneous jumps beyond hyperspace itself.

Finally, Jacen arrives on Pydyr to study with the Fallanassi. Akanah Pell, their current leader, introduces Jacen to the White Current and their techniques for immersing oneself in its flow. Their means of protecting themselves and others is nonviolent, using the Current to vanish or project illusions that no one can see through by organic or technological means.

Over his journey, Jacen compiles his lessons. He also renders aid as a healer and a protector, but he comes to each world to learn first and foremost. These other Force-users see his Jedi training in the speed at which he goes to help others. The Aing-Tii monks refer to him as “Wanderer.” The Sunesi call him “Jacen the Hesychast.” The Saarai-kaar refers to him as “Jiaasjidai.” The Tsil shine a green light with a golden flicker at its core whenever Jacen approaches them. 

Jacen learns from them how to listen, how to surrender the ego and see the flow of spacetime, how to read the signs of danger and critical moments in battle, how to vanish into thin air, and how to teleport an object through space in concert with others. When he returns to the New Jedi Order, Jacen is far more grounded and patient than ever. He sees the work of the Jedi in being rooted on hundreds of worlds and tending to local communities as the galaxy rebuilds after the last war.

He opens a dojo on Ossus, where the next generation of Jedi are being trained. Jacen teaches his fellow Jedi how to stay immersed in the Force like a Fallanassi adept, how to teleport like an Aing-Tii monk, how to hear like a Theran Listener, how to strike with the conviction of a Jensaarai Defender, how to predict storms like a Baran Do sage, and how to endure pain like a Sunesi undergoing metamorphosis. He demonstrates a style of self-defense through evasion and counterattacks, finding shortcuts through time and space to avoid being hit and staying perfectly centered in the Force to know when to strike back—if at all. It’s nowhere close to the oneness Jacen achieved in the Battle of Yuuzhan’tar, but he considers it somewhere along the way to that state of harmony.

Jacen names this art “The Shadowmoth Style,” recalling one of the first lessons he received from Vergere in captivity. As he reminds his students, the aim of the shadowmoth is to wrestle on the inside and fight no one on the outside. “Give the enemy nothing to target, and they cannot wage war against you. Become like a mirror. Reflect back what they throw at you. Be fluid and free and deep in the Force.”

[isacksteban]

Eventually — Lawhan Mixed Media AU

Twitch Streamer AU — 3.2k words — @ellearts — masterlist

Jack tried to shake it off.

Tried to tell himself he was being ridiculous.

Liam was his friend. That’s all he had ever been. That’s all he had ever promised to be.

Jack rubbed a hand over his face, staring blankly at the wall. He knew he should just drop it — close Instagram, get up, do literally anything else — but instead, he found himself reaching for his phone again. He opened their chat without thinking, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.

Jack:

hey, u up?

It was stupid. He knew that. But Liam usually answered fast, and right now, Jack just… needed to hear from him. Needed something to pull him out of his own head.

Three dots appeared almost instantly. Jack’s pulse stuttered.

Liam:

course, what’s up?

Jack hesitated, gripping his phone tighter. He had no idea what to say.

Hey, I just spent the last twenty minutes cyberstalking your girlfriend because I got jealous for no reason?

Hey, I thought maybe you liked me, but clearly, I’m an idiot?

Instead, he forced his fingers to type:

Jack:

nah, just couldn’t sleep.

figured u were awake too.

Liam’s reply came just as fast.

Liam:

u know me too well, mate.

what’s on ur mind?

Jack swallowed. The words were right there — questions he had no right to ask. But he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

Jack:

nothing.

just bored. :)

A beat. Then—

Liam:

well ur in luck bc i was just abt to kick some guy’s ass in cod.

wanna watch?

Jack huffed out something like a laugh, even though his chest still felt tight.

Jack:

sure.

Liam sent him the stream link. Jack clicked it immediately, even though he knew it wouldn’t fix anything. Even though it wouldn’t make the ache go away.

But for now, for now, it was enough to pretend nothing had changed.

The stream had been live for about fifteen minutes, and Jack’s chat was already in full chaos mode. The camera was perfectly angled to avoid showing his face but still captured Esteban and Lance sitting side-by-side, bickering over the “right” way to hatch a slime in Stardew Valley.

“No, no, no!” Esteban huffed, practically lunging for the mouse. “Lance, you’re wasting eggs! That’s not how you do it.”

“It’s a slime, Esteban,” Lance shot back, rolling his eyes. “You put an incubator down, put an egg in it it, and it’s fine. We’re not on a survival show!”

"Esteban treating this like it’s the Olympics.”

“Lance and getting mad at Este, name a more iconic duo.”

“OB, you’re too calm for this.”

Jack leaned into his mic — still hidden off to the side of the camera — chuckling softly. “You guys wanted to see what it’s like when these two play games together. This is it. This is the whole experience.”

“Oh, come on, O.B,” Lance teased, finally shoving the mouse back at Esteban. “You’re supposed to be our leader in these games, you've just gotten lazy.”

Jack shook his head, glancing at the chat. “Leader? Babysitter, maybe.”

Esteban smirked, settling back in his chair. “Outback's just mad because Liam’s probably better at cozy games than we are.”

Jack froze, his face heating immediately — it'd been a month since he'd found out about the girl Liam was with. At least, he thought Liam was with. The Kiwi was far too confusing when it came to his friendships, it appeared like he just kissed all of his friends on the cheek? “What does Liam have to do with this?”

The chat jumped on it immediately.

“LIAM? KIWI?? WHAT DID HE DO???”

“Are they talking about Kiwikiller?”

“Oooooh, your crush is showing.”

Jack cleared his throat, trying to ignore the growing warmth in his cheeks. “I’m pretty sure Liam’s busy playing Call of Duty or something. He doesn’t have time for farming.”

“Oh, please,” Esteban said, grinning. “You talk to him all the time. Didn’t he say he’d try a farming game if you played Red Dead with him?”

Jack groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s not— he was just joking.”

“Sure he was,” Lance chimed in, smirking as he leaned closer to the camera. “Chat, did you know that Outback here stays up late texting Liam about game strategies and random life stuff? It’s adorable.”

“Lance,” Jack hissed, his voice low and panicked, “don’t—”

The chat absolutely lost it:

“EXCUSE ME???”

“Outback and Kiwi texting confirmed???”

“Jack, blink twice if you’re in love.”

Jack groaned, burying his face in his hands even though the camera wasn’t on him. “You guys are the worst,” he muttered, his voice muffled.

“You’re blushing, aren’t you?” Esteban teased, poking Jack’s arm.

“I am not!” Jack protested, though the crack in his voice gave him away.

Lance leaned back, clearly enjoying himself. “Chat, for the record, Liam’s probably watching this stream right now. Should we tell him Jack has a huge crush?”

“No, no, no, no!” Jack panicked, his hands flying up. “He’s not watching, and we’re not telling him anything!”

The chat, of course, only escalated the teasing:

“LIAM, WHERE YOU AT???”

“Jack’s blushing, 110%”

“WE NEED A KIWI-OUTBACK STREAM ASAP.”

Jack sighed, trying to focus back on the game while Esteban and Lance continued laughing. He couldn’t stop his mind from wandering, though. He and Liam had been getting closer, chatting late into the night about games, life, and everything in between. Jack knew he was falling hard, but he had no idea if Liam even felt the same — or if Liam was even into guys.

The thought made his stomach twist, but for now, he shoved it aside. He’d survive this stream first — and maybe, probably not, deal with his feelings later.

kkofficial✅️

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kkofficial weewee or whatever pierre says

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pg96 wow.. very mature mec

kkofficial thank you mick i try

kkofficial autocorrect...

outbacksprout je pense que oui!! este taught me french

kkofficial ok showoff 😕

user i luv the kkob crumbs we get every time one of them post

user liam if u breathe u have to do a collab stream with ob

kkofficial 😶‍🌫️

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outbacksprout throuple date!! (don't tell their husbands)

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isackhadjar wow...

outbacksprout THE ONE POST I TOLD U TWO NOT TO LOOK AT :(

maplemarauder ob baby when do they ever listen to you?

outbacksprout :((

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outbacksprout tell me if u find someone

user OB PLS SHOW HIM AROUND IM BEGGING YOU

outbacksprout well.. since you asked so nicely...

Jack checked his phone for the hundredth time, his foot tapping anxiously against the tile floor of the airport arrivals area. His hoodie was pulled up, and he had his cap low over his face — not that he was famous enough to be recognized, but still. His nerves were wrecked.

He wasn’t even sure why he was this nervous. It wasn’t like he and Liam hadn’t spent months talking, calling, and playing games together nearly every day. But this was different.

This was real.

A new wave of passengers flooded through the arrival gates, and then — there he was.

Liam was easy to spot, even in a sea of people. Tousled blonde hair, effortlessly cool despite the exhaustion of a long flight, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. And then there was that grin — wide, easy, like this was just another day instead of a monumental moment in Jack’s life.

Jack swallowed hard and lifted a hand in an awkward little wave.

Liam spotted him instantly, his grin widening. Without hesitation, he strode over and pulled Jack into a quick, one-armed hug.

Jack tensed for half a second before forcing himself to relax, patting Liam’s back awkwardly. “Hey.”

Liam pulled back, looking him up and down like he was actually processing that Jack was real. “Holy shit,” he said, laughing. “You exist.”

Jack grinned so wide it hurt. “Yeah, well, so do you.”

Liam clapped a hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly. “You look exactly like I imagined.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “What, anxious and sleep-deprived?”

Liam grinned. “Exactly.”

Jack rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he grabbed Liam’s bag and started toward the exit. “Come on, mate. Let’s get you settled before I regret this whole thing.”

Liam just laughed, jogging to catch up. “Too late, you’re stuck with me for seven whole weeks now.”

Jack sat at his desk later that night, staring at his Twitch dashboard. His phone buzzed with notifications — his usual audience, already hyped for his next stream.

Liam was sprawled across Jack’s couch, flipping through his phone, completely unbothered. “You announcing it, or are you just gonna let people think you disappeared?”

Jack sighed, rubbing his temples. “Yeah, of course I'm announcing it, just— give me a second.”

Liam smirked. “Nervous?”

Jack scoffed. “No.” He was. But whatever.

After one last deep breath, he opened Twitter and typed:

“Going live tomorrow with a special guest!!!! You guys are NOT ready for this one.. trust me.”

The post was up for maybe five seconds before the replies started rolling in.

“??? SPECIAL GUEST???”

“OH MY GOD WHO”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE’RE NOT READY”

“DON’T BE SHY DROP A HINT”

Liam snickered from the couch. “Oh, mate. They have no idea what’s coming.”

Jack sighed dramatically, dragging a hand over his face. “This is gonna be a nightmare.”

Liam grinned. “Yeah, but it’s gonna be fun.”

And, despite himself, Jack couldn’t help but smile — the nerves didn't matter with Liam smiling so fondly at him from just a few feet away.

Jack wasn’t sure he had ever been this nervous in his life.

He sat on the couch, his knee bouncing anxiously as the countdown ticked down on his stream overlay. Liam was next to him — actually next to him, pressed right up against his side, their thighs flush together. Jack could feel the warmth of him, solid and real, and it was making it impossible to think straight.

Liam had flown all the way to Australia for this. For him.

A hand landed on Jack’s knee, firm and steady. “Breathe, mate,” Liam murmured, voice low enough that the mic wouldn’t pick it up.

Jack inhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his already-messy hair — it was far from a buzzcut now. “I am breathing,” he muttered, though his voice came out unsteady.

Liam grinned, giving his knee a quick squeeze before pulling back. “You’ll be fine. They already love you. This is just gonna make them love you more.”

Jack swallowed, nodding. He wasn’t so sure about that — but it was too late to back out now.

The timer hit zero.

The stream went live.

The chat exploded instantly.

“WAIT IS THIS REAL”

“ARE THEY ACTUALLY TOGETHER IRL”

“OH MY GOD LIAM AND OUTBACK IN THE SAME ROOM”

“OB FACE REVEAL INCOMING??”

Jack let out a shaky breath, fingers tightening on the edge of his hoodie. Liam must have noticed, because suddenly, he was tugging Jack toward him, slinging an arm around his shoulders like it was nothing.

Jack nearly choked.

Liam leaned closer, grinning at the camera. “Alright, chat. This is the moment. You ready?”

Jack shot him a mildly panicked look, and Liam just squeezed his shoulder, reassuring. Jack exhaled, bracing himself — then reached forward and finally moved the camera so he was in frame as well.

For the first time ever, his audience saw him.

The reaction was instant chaos.

“OB IS REAL AND HE’S HOT???”

“BRO WHY DID YOU HIDE FOR SO LONG”

“OUTBACK YOU ARE GORGEOUS PLEASE”

“HE LOOKS SO NERVOUS AWWE”

Jack let out a breathless laugh, running a hand over his face, he had no idea what to say.

Liam, still draped over him, was grinning like an idiot. “See? Told you they’d love you.”

Jack shot him a glare. “Y'know since you're here we could just start boxing on stream, right?”

Liam shrugged, lazily playing with the drawstring of Jack’s hoodie. “I couldn't hurt your pretty face, not after chat just saw it!”

Jack groaned, shoving at Liam’s shoulder, but the bastard barely moved. Instead, Liam just leaned into it, resting his head against Jack’s like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Which, of course, sent the chat into a full meltdown.

“THE WAY HE’S LEANING ON OUTBACK HELLO???”

“ARE THEY?? IS THIS?? WHAT IS THIS."

“THEM BEING TOUCHY IRL TOO I’M GONNA DIE”

“OB'S IS BLUSHINGGGGG”

Jack covered his face with his hands, groaning. “Chat, please. I need you to breathe.”

“Bit rich coming from you,” Liam teased, nudging Jack’s jaw with his shoulder. “You’re all red, mate.”

“Because you won’t stop touching me!” Jack hissed under his breath.

Liam only laughed, dropping his arm from Jack’s shoulders — only to hook two fingers around Jack’s hoodie collar, tugging him slightly closer. “Better?”

Jack let out the most exasperated noise of his life. “Oh my god, you’re the worst.”

The chat loved it.

“THEY’RE FLIRTING. LIVE.”

“I CAN’T TELL IF THEY’RE TOGETHER OR IF STRAIGHT GUYS ARE JUST LIKE THIS HELP”

“DO WE SHIP THIS? I THINK WE SHIP THIS.”

“KKOB CONFIRMED. WE WON.”

Jack groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I hate you all.”

Liam chuckled, finally — finally — giving Jack a little space. “Anyway,” he said, grinning at the camera, “I think Outback here had something else to say.”

Jack sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “Uh— while we’re here, I guess I should say— hi. I’m Jack.”

That was all it took. The chat exploded again.

“HIS NAME IS JACK. EVERYONE SHUT UP.”

“LIAM AND JACK. JACK AND LIAM. I’M LOSING IT.”

“WE FINALLY HAVE A NAME. THIS IS A MOMENT IN HISTORY.”

“THEY’RE SO OBVIOUSLY IN LOVE SOMEONE HELP”

Liam clapped him on the shoulder, grinning. “Congrats, mate. You’re officially Jack now.”

Jack groaned again, but this time, there was a smile pulling at his lips.

Chat was happy. Liam was happy. And even though this was terrifying, even though his heart was pounding so hard he was sure Liam could hear it, Jack felt something in his chest loosen.

“Alright, chat,” Liam said, leaning against Jack’s kitchen counter with an easy grin. “Since, in my humble opinion, Jack’s face reveal wasn’t chaotic enough, we’ve decided to attempt something even worse— baking.”

Jack groaned, running a hand down his face. “I don’t know why I let you talk me into this.”

“You love me,” Liam shot back automatically.

Jack froze.

Liam, realizing what he’d just said, immediately tried to play it off, smirking. “As a friend, obviously.”

Jack narrowed his eyes at him, but before he could respond, chat was already losing it — though there hadn't been a moment of peace this whole stream.

“DID HE JUST CASUALLY DROP THAT???”

"AS A FRIEND???? SURE LIAM.”

“JACK LOOKS LIKE HE WANTS TO DIE LMAO.”

Jack shook his head, trying to ignore the heat creeping up his neck. “We’re making cookies,” he said, aggressively changing the subject. “That’s it. That’s all we’re doing.”

Liam snorted. “And by ‘we,’ he means me because he’s too scared to actually bake.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “I’m not scared. I just— know my limits.”

Liam clapped his hands together. “Well, lucky for you, I do bake. Occasionally.”

Jack raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Oh yeah? When’s the last time?”

Liam paused. “…A few years ago.”

Jack let out a long, suffering sigh. “We’re gonna die.”

Things went wrong almost immediately.

Jack measured out the flour while Liam attempted to crack eggs into the bowl.

“See, this is easy,” Liam said confidently.

A loud crunch followed.

Jack turned just in time to see Liam staring down at the bowl in horror, half an eggshell floating in the mixture.

Jack gasped. “Oh my god—”

“Fix it!” Liam whisper-yelled, shaking Jack’s arm.

Jack shoved him off, trying to fish the eggshell out while chat tore into him.

“LIAM YOU HAD ONE JOB.”

“SAVE THE BATTER.”

“THEY’RE SO USELESS HELP.”

Jack finally managed to get most of the shell out, exhaling in relief. “Okay. Crisis averted.”

Liam dusted his hands off. “I don’t know why you were freaking out. That’s just extra crunch.”

Jack shoved him. “Shut up.”

Somehow, things got worse.

Liam was in charge of adding sugar. Jack, foolishly trusting him, focused on mixing.

“I’m just saying,” Liam said, dumping something into the bowl, “we could’ve made something cooler. Like a cake shaped like my face.”

Jack scoffed. “You think I have the artistic skill to make a cake look like you?”

Liam grinned. “You could try. You’re always looking at me, anyway.”

Jack fumbled the whisk, splattering batter everywhere.

“LIAM STOP FLIRTING FOR TWO SECONDS.”

“JACK IS SHORT-CIRCUITING.”

“WHERE'S LANCE?? HE NEEDS TO HELP THEM.”

Jack groaned, turning back to the mixture. “Okay, let’s just get these in the oven before I regret everything.”

But then he tasted the batter.

And immediately gagged.

“What the— Liam, what did you put in this?”

Liam blinked. “Uh. Sugar?”

Jack stared at him. “Liam.”

Liam’s face suddenly went pale. “…I may have used the wrong container.”

Jack turned to the counter. Two identical jars sat there. One labeled Sugar. One labeled Salt.

Jack inhaled deeply through his nose. “Liam.”

“I swear they looked the same—”

Jack grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at him.

Liam yelled, stumbling back as white powder covered his hoodie. “MATE!”

“BOYS... STOP... FOR ME 🥺”

“JACK JUST ATTACKED HIM LMAO.”

“REST IN PEACE COOKIES 😭”

After actually using sugar, they managed to get the cookies in the oven. For a few glorious minutes, it seemed like things were going okay.

Then the smoke alarm went off.

Jack and Liam both froze.

“…That’s not good,” Liam said.

Jack raced to the oven, yanking it open to see the cookies had spread way too much, batter dripping onto the hot metal.

Liam coughed. “Sooo… you think they’re done?”

Jack turned, grabbed the oven mitts, and shoved them into Liam’s hands. “Fix it.”

Liam wheezed with laughter as he tried to pull out the baking sheet while Jack flailed, trying to fan the smoke away.

“THEY ALMOST SET THE KITCHEN ON FIRE.”

“LIAM CANNOT BE TRUSTED.”

“NEITHER OF THEM CAN BE TRUSTED.”

Eventually, they managed to save some of the cookies. Kind of. They looked questionable, but they weren’t burnt, so Jack counted it as a win.

Liam picked one up, studying it. “Y’know, they don’t look that bad.”

Jack shot him a glare. “Try it.”

Liam hesitated. “…You first.”

Jack narrowed his eyes. “No. You.”

They stared at each other for a long moment before, at the same time, they both shoved cookies into each other’s mouths.

Liam choked on laughter, nearly falling over. “Oh my god—”

Jack was coughing. “Okay. Okay. It’s not— It's not that bad.”

Liam grinned. “So we’re baking champions, is what you’re saying.”

Jack sighed dramatically. “Sure, Li. Let’s go with that.”

“THEY’RE SO STUPIDLY CUTE HELP.”

“BAKING CHAMPIONS MY ASS.”

“NEW SHIP NAME WHEN???”

Jack shook his head, pulling his hoodie up over his face. “Never again.”

Liam slung an arm around his shoulders, laughing. “Oh, mate. We’re definitely doing this again.”

Jack groaned, but he couldn’t help but smile. Even if they had almost set the kitchen on fire, even if the cookies were barely edible, it was probably the most fun he’d ever had on a stream — and his mind hadn't wandered to Hannah once.

And, judging by the way Liam was still grinning at him like that, he had a feeling it wasn’t going to be the last time.

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Me showing up in your inbox every other day to ask about the vampire and werewolf au lol

Are there people who know about vampires and werewolves and shifters? Like is it a known and normal thing or are they trying to keep it secret? If it is/was known would it be dangerous for them? Like people hunting them?

Also you said they know Killer’s been hurt before, what happened to him? :o

Also also do you have any ideas about what Killer and Cross are studying at college?

AND— how are you?? I hope you’re having a nice day \(^-^)/

Thank u!!! Very nice getting these hehe

1) This is like THE world building element I wasn't really sure about. I've thought about it and I think like, people know about vampires and werewolves and there are still some modern day hunters but they're a minority? (In a drawing I made you can see Killer has a AHAB (all hunters are bastards) sticker lol). I really don't know yet. I think society accepting them is like out of the question lol, you lose a lot of adversity and interest doing that I think. It's also just sort of weird to me? Idk that's just not a story I'd like to read.

Maybe it's more of a 'we saw a werewolf attack in this little village outback' and people are worried and stuff but it's always out in the middle of nowhere and it's not happening to them so they don't really give it that much thought. It's the news you see horrors all the time right? Mostly they just... Don't think anyone in their college classes would even be a vampire/werewolf. Maybe there aren't that many creatures out in the city at all. Like a hiding in plain sight thing. i think that's something I like more already. It's probably not going to be a huge part of the story at all. Maybe a few mentions that can leave the characters feeling like outsiders or a little anxious but not a major plot point y'know?

2) I Imagine someone who's like twenty something and already a vampire hasn't had the best circumstances lol. He definitely was not turned with his consent, I haven't really thought of specifics yet but when Nightmare found him he was not laughing and being cute. He was closed off and depressed. Didn't talk much at all. (He's better now y'all

3) wahhh I haven't thought about that! That's a good question. I don't... Actually know how American colleges work but I think Killer would probably be in like history or english? Cross maybe in computer science? Maybe audio-visual stuff. Is that cinematography? Idk what it's called. Maybe they can be like. History of arts+cinematography so they have classes together maybe. Again this is without knowledge of how any of it works. I'll get back to you on that.

I'm good! Pretty tired. College maybe isn't.......... As cool.... As I first thought....... But it's chill! some of my classes are still super interesting and I love learning. And anyway I have plans and ideas and stuff on the side that make me happy! And my Kitty is drooling on me so really what more can I ask for?

And how are youuuu?

[blueikeproductions]

The Heathers AU kids join the Unicron Trilogy.

Veronica, JD, Duke, Braverman, Liam are the main representatives, though Chandler, MacNamara, Specs, Sputnik, Thrash, Throttle, Kurt, Ram, Cheryl, Tracey, Martha and their siblings/parents have roles in the background.

In this version of events, the kids live at the CosmoScope Research Center village, their parents having some scientific or construction contributions to the Center.

Personality wise, the kids are similar to their Heathers counterparts, though JD’s situation isn’t nearly as dire as he’s lived at CosmoScope since he was six when Bud got a lucrative contract to help with construction down there, and he met Veronica and Braverman then.

Braverman and Heather Duke are Billy’s cousins, JD is Kicker and Sally’s cousin. Braverman, Rad, Alexis and Veronica are neighbors and they get along pretty well like siblings due to having similar personalities. Veronica and Alexis bonded over their scholastic achievements, while Braverman and Rad bonded over their adventurous spirit. Braverman had a little kid infatuation with Rad that years later, he’d realize Rad was his first crush.

The Heathers kids meet the Autobots and Mini-Cons originally at the carnival Rad and Carlos snuck High Wire and Grindor into.

Braverman was brought to the Autobot base by Rad shortly after, albeit reluctantly as Rad was forced to baby sit, and with the adults busy, and had no choice but to bring him along despite Jetfire’s reservations. Veronica and JD followed the two boys, conflating the matter more.

After Heather Duke started snooping after seeing her cousins toddle off with Rad and found the base by accident, Optimus appointed his wife Firecycle and Jetfire as the younger kids guardians, something the motherly Firecycle was excited about but Jetfire wasn’t as much. Jetfire did wind up forming a bond with the younger kids despite his concerns about sticky fingers and barf in his Vehicle Mode. JD wound up bonding with Firecycle, noticing she had similarities to his dead mother Jocelyn.

Braverman and the others tagged along during the camp adventure, and a different story saw them find and bond with the newly reactivated Dinobot Mini-Cons: Dile, Zaur, Graphy and Noise.

Due to the dangers posed by Unicron, Optimus and Rad insisted the younger kids remain on Earth much to their disappointment, but the kids got their shot 10 years later during the Energon conflict.

Specs and Sputnik worked on the Lunar and Martian Cities, with the jocks, Martha and Tracey working on Energon Tower and City construction at Bud’s company with the Autobot Build Team, Grapple, Hoist, and Boulder.

Cheryl, Mischa, Billy, Fred, and Veronica assisted with various tasks around the Energon Cities, while Braverman and Dean worked on the field helping Kicker scout Energon deposits alongside their Mini-Con Dinobot partners, a flock of Cyberhawks like Laserbeak, and the adventurous husband and wife team Outback and Cindersaur. JD is still close with Firecycle, though the two don’t get to see each other as much due to the frantic pursuits of the Energon mining boom.

A small Decepticon incursion after rumors of Galvatron still being online spread tragically saw Veronica disappear in an Energon processing facility explosion with JD loosing his hand. Due to friendly relations with the Aggorian and Zertonian colony, JD got a Handroid as a special prosthetic that allows him to remotely control and monitor the Cyberhawk flock as they scout areas of interest. The loss of Veronica shook Braverman and JD deeply, with them unable to trust other Decepticons afterwards as Tidal Wave, Cyclonus and Demolishor all defected one by one back to Galvatron. When put in a compromised position with Cyclonus’ cousin Snowcat, the boys would reluctantly choose to trust the Mercenary to escape their predicament, and it took a lot of convincing from Hot Shot for the boys to trust Wheeljack for similar reasons.

It’s heavily implied JD and Dan have been dating, with some gags showing them clearly interrupted in making out in private when an alarm goes off.

The Heathers’ rich families are shareholders and business partners in the CosmoScope and Energon mining and while Red, Gold, Red’s sister Charlie and Green’s older sisters and younger brother don’t usually interact directly with the Autobots, Green tends to bull her way into affairs. She insists she’s keeping tabs on where her family’s money is going, but secretly she’s looking to escape from her family’s drama, and is jealous Braverman and Billy work on the frontlines with the Autobots. Heather is not afraid to tell off Optimus and calls him fat due to his new body, and often wonders if all the Energon is going to his “beer gut”. Optimus’ protective sister Ariel isn’t a big fan of Heather for this reason, though Firecycle knows Heather is a good girl (it’s just buried under her mean girl flab…). When Sentinel Prime was reactivated by a stray burst of Energon and started his own campaign to smear Optimus, Heather was actually the first to come to Optimus’ defense alongside Kicker, Ariel and Firecycle. Heather would also form a friendship with the Autobot Downshift that persisted well into the search for the Cyber Planet Keys.

During the final battle with Liege Maximo and Galvatron, the children were aboard Omega Sentinel with a reformed Sentinel Prime and other Autobots when the Guardian Robot was sucked into a warp anomaly caused by the Liege. The crew was thought dead, with the partnership between Earth and Cybertron strained because of it, but in actuality the crew has survived, being brought a further 10 years later by none other than Vector Prime. Vector Prime also had an extra traveling companion, Veronica, who he had also saved from the earlier Energon explosion.

When reunited with their families, Braverman met his now 10 year old baby brother Liam, while JD learned through his Aunt Miranda Bud had died in a construction accident. Liam and Veronica joined the hunt for the Cyber Planet Keys alongside Coby, Bud and Lori.

[vryptidart]

> CANDIED ORANGE RIND (rabbit AU) MASTERPOST

She shoves another wing in her mouth, slurping the meat off the bone. The woman across the table is unphased. Rabbit grins. Her teeth aren’t white, aren’t red, but are disgusting with the streaks of orange buffalo sauce across them, and she still gets no reaction. She’s been flicking between options. Her new 'friend' hasn’t even blinked. “Woss th’ point? Best I know, ain’t more than me about. An’ I have looked.” “It is protocol, when encountering a new supernatural species-” The finger that flicks up, waggles, has a big of chicken on the end of it. Rabbit is momentarily distracted, licks it clean, and resumes waggling. “See, there’s th’ problem. I ain’t .”

If you're an Agency tasked with guarding over the supernatural, you've got your hands full with that. But what if something different, something that defies categorisation, follows Adam home to Wayhaven one day?

This one isn't all that long (at the moment), but it's a significant AU step away from canon! Plus some pretty pictures. Come tell me my pictures r pretty <3

1. hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy. 948 words, 1 chapter. Complete. ILLUSTRATED.

Adam falls through a portal- or is it something less magical? Anyway, getting back from the middle of the Australian Outback will be a pain, even with the help of a conveniently friendly passerby.

2. love at first sight (again). 158 words, 1 chapter. Complete. ILLUSTRATED.

An intruder is found- in Lady Ava du Mortain's chambers?

3. cosmic latte and other shrimp colours. 4,361 words, 1 chapter. Complete.

To slay a dragon, you obviously need a knight. The knight is legit, the fool is an annoying imp, but we're testing the limits of what we consider a 'dragon'.

[dwell-the-brave]

(Late) WIP Wednesday 16/04/24

It's late but in my defence, I was babysitting triplet three-year-olds yesterday

Thanks to @sophie1973 for the tag!

I'm just tapping away at Tastes Like Heartbreak and Mistakes chapter 3! I had to delete a whole chunk of it because I'd written myself into an emotional corner, but now that I've worked my way out of it, I can see where I need to go next!

Here for your reading pleasure;

Alex orders a fresh glass of whisky from the open bar and tries not to look like he’s sulking. “Trouble in paradise?” someone asks on his left and he lifts his head to look over. A pretty brunette in a dress with a plunging neckline leans against the bar, smiling at him. He shakes his head and the world rattles. “Nope,” he says, popping the p. She snorts and he frowns at her. “Could’ve fooled me. Looks like there’s an entire metaphorical outback between you two,” she flips her curtain of dark hair over one shoulder and then leans forward, hand outstretched. “I’m Nat, by the way.” Alex takes her hand and shakes it. “Alex.” “Oh, I know who you are,” she says with a slow, sly smile that he can’t quite parse the meaning of. She turns to lean back against the bar, and Alex’s eyes betray him, skimming down the slope of her body, before he furiously turns his gaze back to the glass of whisky in front of him. He blinks, screwing his face up for a second before snapping his eyes open, like he’s just surfaced in a pool, looking back over. Nat isn’t looking at him, but rather she’s following Henry’s movements around the room. “He’s very charming isn’t he?” she says, and it’s not really a question. Alex glances over his shoulder to see Henry throwing his head back in a laugh, exposing the long line of his neck. He turns away again. “He certainly can be,” he grumbles in response. Nat laughs low, under her breath.   “Are you saying he’s not really, then? That this is all an act?” she gestures back in Henry’s direction, but Alex doesn’t look this time.  He doesn’t really know what to say to that. Because it is an act. There is a Prince Henry mask that Henry puts on for the public, and then there’s who he is in private. Smart as a whip, a bit goofy sometimes, warm, kind, patient.  A lot more patient than Alex deserves a lot of the time.

In other news, ask me about the 'Marry Me' AU that suddenly popped into my head a couple of days ago.

Til next time! x