#but not too fast. i cant spend all my luck on him i need some left over for barry and potentially jacq

[claitea]

volo doodle for luck when his banner drops later

[misshoneysplayhouse]

Wine Pon You| h.zoe

since the new episode has us hange fans in distress, i have to bless you all with this, i cant get them out of my head and ofc you know i'm higher than a horse dick rn so enjoy, i'm so glad i'm attracting more hange lovers to my page I love yall frl.

song list for this cuz.....babyyyyy my playlist did justice fa meeeee

Remember You- By Wiz Khalifa ft the Weeknd

Wine Pon You- By Doja Cat

Too Deep- dvsn

CW: dom!hange, thigh riding, oral(f!receiving) orgasm denial, backshots pet names (Princess, doll, pretty girl) spitting is mentioned dacryphilia, overstimulation, fingering, riding and just nasty talking in general, Hange is very vocal

The sounds of heels could be heard behind you, there were girls frantically running around, drenched in anticipation as the big news flooded through the locker room. You could be found in front of your vanity mirror, brushing the finishing touches and making sure your outfit was on just right.

Being a stripper wasn't exactly the life path you had set course for but the fast money became addicting, almost making close to 1 to 2,000 dollars a night, the endless drinks and hot ass people with pockets heavier than the smoke in the building, you couldn't stop now.

But tonight was big, Eren the club's owner had told the you all that the city's biggest bachelor Levi was gonna be in the building along with his whole entourage and that he needed the baddest heifers on the floor!

When he mentioned that, you instantly came to mind, you were a fan favorite in the club which caused a lot of drama to stir up in the lockerroom. That included the ugly stares, the pathetic attempts to steal and take from your money pile, and one thing you didn't play about was your money!

Getting up from the mirror you looked at the text Eren had sent saying to meet him in his office so you snuck your money bag behind it and switched your way up the stairs, hearing the teeth sucking and smart ass remarks from the other girls.

"There she is, my pretty little money maker.." He smiles, watching your body walk in, eyes flickering towards your chest.

"You called me up here for what? It better not be what I think it is." You spoke with a smile, rolling your eyes.

"No good luck kiss tonight, got it." He laughed. "But no, I just learned that Hange, the CEO of Zoe Productions is gonna be with Levi tonight and instead of putting your focus on him, I want you on Hange." He begins, pulling the blunt hanging on his ear to light it.

"Hange? I've never heard of them so they can't be that big." You joked.

"Oh but they are, so don't half ass, they aren't some old geezer- matter of fact, I'll let you see for your own eyes, they just pull up." He smirks, looking at his phone while smokes blows from his nose.

"Yeah, yeah i guess i'll be the judge of them." You chuckle, not taking a single word he said seriously.

He follows you out of his office while you turned one way and he went the other, there were already rumors of you and him fucking and messing around so you didn't want to be caught coming out of his office together to fuel the fire.

the music blasted throughout the building as yoou walked around, skimming the area to find the so called CEO so you could get a good idea on how to drain their pockets dry. The place was packed but you expected nothing less on a Friday night.

After spending a minute too long looking for them, you decided to rack up a few small lap dances in the meantime, you saw one of your coworkers heading towards a huge group of people but you couldn't make out the surprisingly tall figure.

That's when you felt an arm pull you away from the huge crowd, you recognized the cologne and sucked your teeth when you made eye contact with Eren.

"The hell you yanking me up like a toddler for?"

"I don't have time for the complaints, I need you on stage, Sasha sprained her ankle and all the girls are stuck on trying to get into Levi's section. You know how to make a show.." He pleaded.

"Hange will get a better look at you on stage, which will definitely make them call you to the champagne room, and that's the kinda money we need tonight." He went on.

You started to ponder for a slight second, finally agreeing to step on the stage, you weren't foreign to the stage since that's how you started out, you grew your fanbase from it so tonight wouldn't be any different.

I'm currently playing Remember You by Wiz Khalifa and The Weeknd, and umm..I just came everywhere..it'll definitely enhance this whole scene

"If i could have yall's attention,I have a beautiful woman coming out to peform and I want all eyes to the stage, she needs no introduction and hopefully she'll show me a thing or two tonight after this.." Connie starts in the mic, lowering the music.

"Coming to the stage, The devious Miss(S/N)!"

The music flooded your ears as Connie had the speakers in the building at max, the bass thudding through your chest and the lights dimmed to show a cool purple LED like light behind you, almost like the people were watching your shadow.

You started your set, slow and sinfully teasing the crowd by starting on the floor of the stage, you could feel a certain set of eyes on your body out of the hundreds of eyes on you. It felt hot, almost burning with pleasure and you wanted to find its source.

You hooked your leg around the pole, twirling around and climbing up to continue on with your set, spreading your legs wide as you spun around.

The feeling of the bills falling on your skin was like your own personal drug, and tonight you felt as if you were in a shower, yeah Fridays night were packed but this felt off. You dropped down from the pole into a split looking into the crowd, that's when you found the burning eyes staring a hole in you.

Hange.

Wearing a grey suit with the jacket hanging on their shoulders, a black wife beater with a single link gold chain hanging from their neck and a cigar between their slender fingers. You expected some old, 50 year old with a few strands of hair on their head, your mind scrambled up once your eyes connected with theirs.

They were leaning back in the chair, legs spread apart like a slut and their hair in half up half down style. They push up their glasses with their middle finger, adjusting their sitting position by pushing their hips up, leaning forwards towards the stage.

You took this opportunity to "interact" with your fans, crawling towards them to get a better look at what you were dealing with. You've dealt with attractive customers before but this might need a bit more self control.

They had a scar on the left eye, slashing through their eye brow and pretty rings decorated on theirs fingers, you notice them pull out a big band of cash, pulling out a 100 dollar bill and slipping it in your bralette.

You bite your lip, taking the bill and sliding it down to put it on the side of your thong, they take another bill and place it on the other side watching your body move as you went to the other side. You couldn't linger for long or show too much favoritism, no matter how good they looked, your only mission was to tease them long enough to get them in the room.

Once you finished up the lights went back to black and you rushed backstage all the way to the locker room to change and freshen up, you wet up your bottoms on stage and because you knew it was a matter of time before Hange requested you.

You chose a green outfit this time with your breasts sitting out perfectly and the tallest heels you could walk in, heading back into the crowd.

Right on cue, Eren comes up to send you the back and usually you were quick to go ahead and get it over with but you hesitated for a second.

"Whatever happens in the champagne room stays in the champagne room" was the sign that hung over the hallway of the rooms, you could feel two heartbeats colliding with each other as you found the number of the room. You had to get yourself together, this was just another client, another business person to drain and nothing to get yourself worked up on.

But all of your common sense flew out of the window as you walked inside. They were standing tall, pouring two glasses of champagne and handing one to you as you closed the door.

"Thank you.." You said, following them as they called you over with one finger.

"I've heard so much about you..I needed to see for myself if all the talk was true.." They started as they patted their lap, signaling you to straddle them.

You obeyed as you took a sip from your glass, a small smirk forming in the corner of your lips.

"Funny enough, I haven't heard much about you, is that intentional?" You asked, pretending to adjust yourself as you felt a bulge right on your core, you mentally widened your eyes since you weren't expecting them to be this hard.

"For my line of work it is, from what the public knows I own a movie production studio, and that's all they need to know." They smirked, their thumb in the crease of your thighs and their fingers on your ass pushing your hips to slightly create friction

"So you do porn?" You said, adding everything together while still subconsciously bucking your hips a little faster, hoping they wouldn't notice but it looked a little too late.

"And I'm looking at my new project as we speak.." They smirked, finishing the glass with their eyes slowly fucking your body while pushing their hips up, making you gasp.

"I'm not doing anything I don't get paid for.." You spat, looking directly into their eyes, both of your faces just inches away.

"You don't have to worry about that, I'd personally pay you...you wouldn't be fucking anyone doll, you'd be fucking me...I want you to be my personal pornstar princess.." They spoke, their voice warm and hushed, sending a line of chills down your spine.

Biting your lip you moved your hips faster, with both of Hange's hands attached guiding you perfectly.

"Show me how nasty you really are.." They continued, placing kisses up and down the middle of your chest still keeping the eye contact while they slipped a nipple in their mouth.

You finally dropped the shy girl act and took Hange's hand off your hip, moving it exactly where you needed it to be, they slide the thin piece of fabric to the side, your sticky fluids dripping out of you as their finger eases it way inside, practically sucking it in.

"You talk too much.." You mumble, letting a few moans escape from your throat as they add another, curling their fingers and hitting your g-spot like they knew your body. A large groan followed next when their speed increased.

"You usually get this wet with all your clients?" They smugly ask, ignoring the smart remark, with their fingers speeding up purposely so you couldn't form a single sentence.

"I-I dont-"

"Shhh, shh princess, let your body talk for me." They teased, listening to the nasty squelching sounds coming from your soaked pussy, you could feel your stomach tighten up, and the palm of their hand rubbing your clit, you heard yourself whimper before covering your mouth with your hands.

You felt a bit embarrassed that you were so close from you both doing barely anything, but you couldn't care it felt too fucking good to hold back. Just as soon as you mentally let go, they pull out of you causing you to whine from the empty feeling.

"Why'd you stop? You knew I was cl-"

They shut you up by shoving their soaked fingers into your mouth, watching you suckle on them with strings of saliva forming on your lips.

"I knew you were close, only a nasty bitch like you can clamp down on my fingers like that..on your stomach for me." They spoke, palming themselves watching you arch your back on the elongated couch.

Being the nasty slut you were, you shook your ass in anticipation spreading your pussy lips and rubbing your swollen clit thinking you were finna get stuffed full of dick. Your whole body shivered as you felt the warm wetness from their tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your quivering cunt.

Their tongue easily sliding in between your folds, sucking you like they wanted to drain you entirely. Your eyes crossed when they spat on your pussy, watching it drip down, rubbing it in with their hand, sticking their thumb in and out of you just to tease.

"You like eating me like a bitch in heat?"

"Just as much as you like screaming like one.." They replied, wrapping their lips back in the same spot, flicking and swirling their tongue as their hands joined in, pumping in and out.

"Oh god, fuckkk...please! I'm cumming! I'm- HANGE!" You screamed out, your body shakes with your cunt squirting fluids all over the couch, not realizing you slipped up and said their name.

"Such a pretty mess you made..and I thought you didn't know too much about me.." Hange mocked, cleaning you up and slapping your thighs to keep you from squirming, you felt your stomach in multiple knots from the sensitivity. "Didn't take you to be a squirter.."

"Me either.." You mumbled, trying to get your head together. But Hange gave you no time for that. Gripping you by the back of your neck they pulled you up, turning your head around for a sloppy kiss.

You normally don't kiss clients but your head was so fogged up and full of them that those rules went out of the question, you'd just have to deal with the lecture later.

You felt them suck your face off in the most disrespectful way possible, sucking on your tongue and biting your lower lip. You couldn't help but moan in their mouth kindly returning the nasty favor.

By now you're completely naked, with them wearing nothing but the black wifebeater and grey dress pants that surely ended up on the floor next. You felt them pick you up, the coldness of a wall on your back and the tip of something poking at your throbbing cunt.

Your legs were in no shape to be fucked against the wall but Hange didn't want to hear a single complaint.

"I'll hold you together, doll, just fall apart in my hands for me..make those pretty sounds like you did before.." They your body whispered in your ear, holding your legs up with their tatted forearms like you were pure putty in their hands, thrusting into you.

You could feel yourself stretching out by the inch as they pound into you, their hair all disheveled with slight moans escaping their throat, feeling you clamp them like a vice.

"Why are you so fucking wet? This all for me doll, hm?" They growled, marking your neck with bruises and bites.

"It's all for you, it's all for you- fuck! Don't stop, please I swear i'm gonna cum all over this dick.."

"That's right princess, talk to me while i'm inside of you..tell me what you want.." Hange egged on.

"I want you to punish me, I wanna squirt all over you and make a fucking mess, Hange fuck me..pleasee." You pleaded, wrapping your legs around them with all the strength you could find, with tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, you were so fucking close.

Hange noticed the tears falling from your face and watched the mascara stain your face, kissing your stained cheeks with a toothy smirk.

"You look so fucking pretty like this..on your knees..hurry up." They panted, pulling out of you while you quickly got on the floor, they followed behind you, smacking your ass while you shook your hips to rub against them.

Pushing back inside, you both groan out with pleasure as Hange continues with the same pace as before, their hands pulling you in deeper.

"You feel so fucking good, s'good..i'm gonna cum all over that pretty face.." They grumbled, rutting into you.

"Please cum in me Hange, PLEASE! Fuck me just like that..just like that baby!" You groaned out, spreading yourself open so they could really hit your shit, you could feel them in the pit of your stomach, repeatedly hitting that spongy spot inside of you, that familiar feeling crept back in and crashed hard, with you letting out a loud scream.

"I'm not done just yet princess, give me one more pretty girl, please?" Hange cooed to you as they fucked you through the shivering orgasm, you swore you started to see stars.

"I know you can doll, just breathe for me." Hange went on, spitting on their hand and rubbing small circles on your clit. You whine from the sensitivity as your legs shake violently, the tears were flowing at this point but you couldn't help why you and your body wanted more.

"I want more of it...fuck..please cum inside of me Hange.." You begged once more, turning your hips up to push back without their help.

"Ouu shit, just like that princess..fuck me back then.." Hange swore, biting their lower lip as they lifted up their shirt, leaning back a bit to watch your ass move up and down on them and listening to your pussy squelch.

Hard smacks to your ass echoed in the room, as their voice escalated to a whimper as you picked up your pace, they finally let you take over and you wanted to pull all your tricks out to prove a point.

"Like that baby? This pussy sucking you dry? I want all of it Hange, give it to me please baby?" You teased, throwing your ass against them, feeling your own orgasm coming in close.

"I'm gonna cum all in this pussy baby, look at me- fuck just like that, you look so fucking good.." They babbled, watching you as you turned your neck to look back at them.

Their face was covered with the color red with a few strands stuck to their forehead, you could tell they were about to spray your insides white, this made you put your all into it, they gripped your hips hard forming crescent shaped indents deep into your skin, sporadically pounding inside of you, whimpering and moaning as you were bound to the ground, stuck in a euphoric state of pleasure.

"I'm cumming, I'M GONNA-" Was all you head before you felt ropes of warm cum fill you up in the nastiest way possible, you could feel them twitch inside of you as they still weren't finished, fucking the cum deeper into you.

Soon enough you creamed all over Hange only adding to the nasty mess they created not too long ago. They finally pulled out and watched as their cum spilled out of you, like an artist looking at a finished project.

You were mentally out of it, your legs gave out and you were on the floor with cum spilling out of your pussy and drool coming from your lips, bitch you were dickmatized.

"So..." They panted. "How do we tell Eren?"

Yallllllll, this is the nastiest thing my fingers have typed- this has been in my drafts for so long...but oh my fuck..i'm fucking pregnant....

[sscoutregimentss]

i know we as a collective society believe in gamer! eren supremacy. and yes, this is a good take. however, may i introduce to you: normie/fuckboy/jock eren with gamer/nerd gf. thoughts under the cut (safe for work, pg-13, also slight snk spoilers for season 3 and up!)

see, eren isnt necessarily a fuckboy. in fact, hes very loyal! he doesnt really think that way about any girls or guys except you. but hes popular romantically and had a reputation for sleeping around before he met you (not that theres anything wrong with that but ya know word travels fast across campus). plus, cmon the dude is in a frat, super hot and has a tongue piercing. he cant blame anyone for thinking he is a fuckboy bc he exudes the energy.

you are kind of the complete opposite. you dont really enjoy parties and you keep to yourself. you're a total wreck when it comes to flirting and your kinda oblivious to whenever people like you. you dont have many friends and are a bigger fan of 2d people than 3d.

either way eren finds you so so so cute. he first approached you at one of his frat parties. your roommates convinced you to come after she said that someone (read: connie) had a dance dance revolution mat, but you kinda just stuck around in a corner staring at your cup once you lost them. he looks you up and down-- your outfit was pretty cute, a short plaid orange pleated skirt, dress shirt, orange cardigan and black beret laying neatly upon your head. and your face... he couldn't help himself but try to talk to you. you were really anxious because wahhh scary sports guy you dont know but he was kinda instantly comforting? in a way? and he was freaking pretty. he looked like a final fantasy character--long haired characters were your type. the rest was kind of history.

a lot of people are shocked when they find out your dating bc you two are so different (some people are surprise eren “dates” at all) but no one dares question your relationship when they see how much eren dotes on you. he has so many polaroids of you in his wallet-- from the many arcade dates you bring him on where you decimate him at almost every game, you awkwardly posing in the hentai section of bookstores, or just candids of you being intensely focused on a puzzle in a game. whenever you guys go out to eat and somethings wrong with your meal, he'll send it back (in a polite way, of course, but hes still assertive.) or if you buy like a figurine and its misisng something hes marching up to the cashier stand for you. he always has an arm around your waist or is holding is hand in yours. sometimes you just cling onto his arm and rest your head on it (hes comfy!!!!! and you are always tired) your both pretty clingy, but you get kinda awkward when you two are around people you know so he just kinda subtly holds you as to not make a scene. its nice. hes comfy.

youve got dual monitors, a pc you made yourself, rgb keyboard, the whole nine yards. all your consoles are up to date and you keep a handheld system on you at all times. you spend most your weekends watching anime and movies and tv shows and your shelves are piled high with books and comic books. eren literally does not understand any of it. when you told him you built your pc he goes "you made all those microchippy things? youre soooo smart babe". when you talk about some of your weirder or more complicated animes he nods along but honestly he gets so lost ("so like, lemme get this straight, the kids dad's wife ate his mom?" "yeah but like she was turned into a titan so she didn't realllllly know it was the dads wife, but like she literally walks past this titan shifter so i think she knew." "thats crazy.") and he will never understand the point of otome games when hes literally right there. he actually has a really bad habit of getting jealous of characters you have a crush on but you just find it funny. sometimes he gets an ego boost when they look like him because even if they look like him he is actually real so they can suck it.

hes rlly supportive tho. erens a rlly passionate person and he loves you a lot so he pours a lot of passion into what you do. if you are into esports/fps games hes cheers you on all the time and does all the raging for you ("BABE THAT GUY IS STREAM SNIPING! HES STREAM SNIPING YOU HEY ASSHOLE STOP CHEATING OFF MY GIRLFRIEND" "eren he cant stream snipe me because i dont stream" "oh i thought that just meant cheating"/"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HER?" "eren its okay i can just report him" "NO NO LET ME AT HIM IF HE WANTS TO CALL YOU A BITCH I CAN CALL HIM MUCH WORSE" "um guys im gonna mute my mic for a second if you need me text chat") if youre into cozy games he likes to watch you play and gives you ideas on where to put things. like in minecraft he makes you put a second bed for him even though he doesnt play and he helps you name all your pets. you get a little less intense with cozy games so you sit on his lap and he lets his hair down puts his head on your shoulder and points at where you should place stuff. he still rages though? this is eren jaeger we are talking about. ("aw, she wont move to my island." "WHAT? who does that little ugly squirrel think she is? you think youre too good for MY y/n's island? i'll shave your unibrow off. then we'll see what island will want you" "leave hazel alone! shes cute!"/"dude that hamster guy with the glasses looks like armin" "graham? what? armin doesnt even wear glasses" "no no look at it more" "oh shit youre right") rpgs/otome games are kinda a wild card with how he acts. if its an otome game and the character looks like him he is more into helping you out because it reaffirms to him that you find him good looking but otherwise he is just sulking and calling them annoying ("princess y/n... i know im just a servant, but i want to be with you forever!" "pft. get a load of this guy. clingy much?" "its romantic! youre jealous.")

one of his favorite things to do with you is cuddle and watch anime. usually he lies his face on your thighs or chest while watching and you play with his hair or he holds you in his chest and you play with one of his hands while the other goes behind his head. he grew up on some of the classics like naruto sailor moon one piece pokemon and dbz but he never got super into it until he started dating you. you put him on to soooo many good shows (cartoons, anime, and live action) hes both a crier and he is a get-angrier(?). he gets mad on characters behalfs and you have to pause the show so he can rant about how annoying someone is or he feels so bad for someone so he has to take a minute because hes tearing up. he likes slice of life anime because the friendships <3 theyre so wholesome and they remind him of him armin and mikasa but he also likes shounen because it is entertaining to watch fights. he gets really into them actually. he also has this really bad habit of whenever there is a character with no parents or a dead mom he goes "oh same" or "welcome to the club buddy" under his breath. when theres a cute couple in an anime you both like guys get matching keychains of them unless one of them dies because he thinks its bad luck. his favorite animes are haikyuu, your lie in april and code geass.

you are equally supportive of erens volleyball career. you know all the rules because sports anime and you actually find yourself really liking it in 3d as well (it is lacking in bromance and screaming but you let it slide). you go to all his games and he always texts you before his practices. has a habit of kissing you before games and one day after he kisses you go "gg ez win" as a JOKE but then they like decimate their long time rival marley university and get into nationals (is that a thing for volleyball idk sports) so hes convinced its because you did your "gamer magic". now every time after getting his good luck kiss he interlocks your pinkies and you go "gg ez win" and he goes “yes.” because to this day he doesnt know what it means (he thinks googling it is like breaking the magic)

okay im gonna stop while im ahead BECAUSE I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I MIGHT JUST GO AHEAD AND WRITE SOME ONESHOTS....

[deedeekpop]

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Summary After your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and you cant get it towed, a hyper college student allows you to live with him until further notice.

Word Count 5.8k

Genres fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, slice of life au

Pairing(s) job hunting!reader x college student!Taehyung (gn reader)

Warnings swearing, arguing, mentions of drought.

A/N I’ve finally updated the second part of the series, it’s Taehyung’s. I really like how this turned out, and I hope you do too. Make sure to let me know how to improve. :)

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Taehyung didn’t quite understand why he had to go home for the holidays, his Grandma lived in Seoul so he could’ve stayed with her. However, here he was on his way back to his family home in the countryside, it seemed his parents wanted to spend some quality time with him.

He was definitely going to miss Seoul and the excitement it offered, in fact, Taehyung didn’t even know they had Wi-Fi where he was going. He was looking forward to his mothers’ cooking though, that was probably the only thing he was excited about coming home for. His first year of college had finished quicker than he thought, and now he had weeks alone before he went back to see his friends again.

As the bus stopped, and he began walking to his childhood home, he could help but get these uneasy feelings in his stomach. He initially wrote it off as hunger, but as he neared his house and saw the empty driveway, it seemed to have turned out to be the other option.

Unlocking the door with his spare keys, he was greeted with silence. Placed gently upon the countertop was an envelope with his mother’s handwriting adorning the front. He slipped off his shoes and grabbed the envelope, ripping it open.

Within the envelope was a pile of money, and a letter that explained a family emergency had come up, and that he may have to spend the majority of his holiday alone. Not realising that there was a note on the back, Taehyung took the money- seeing it as an opportunity to go back to Seoul and spend it on fast food and at a PC Café with his friends.

Little did he know that it would cause a lot more trouble than he thought.

The drive to your job interview was a long one, winding through the countryside and to a small village. You had always wanted to start a career in photography, and this small company could be what you needed to start. It had only been a year since school had finished, and instead of opting towards college you had taken a couple of odd jobs whilst searching for your dream one.

However, it seemed that the job didn’t want you, and whilst venturing down the long ambling road- your car decided to break down. It was just your luck. Not having any money other than your credit card, it seemed like the bus wasn’t the option you could take. On top of that, your phone was dangerously low on battery, and you didn’t want to risk it dying whilst you rang a tow company.

Instead of having a mental breakdown in your car, you got out and began lugging your luggage down the road for any sight of help. Eventually spotting a house, you clambered towards it, still carrying your bags down the uneasy pathway.

You place them down on the floor, wiping your now sweaty brow, and knock on the door. You can hear shuffling behind it before it unlocks and a boy around your age greets you at the door.

“Excuse me, you don’t happen to have a phone I could use?” You ask politely, “My car broke down, I don’t have any money handy and I need to call for my car to be towed.”

He looked a little confused but agreed, handing you the landline. You attempt to ring them a couple of times, but you’re left with ringing and voicemails. It seemed that they were busy right now. You left a message hoping they would call you back, but it seemed a little hopeless at the moment.

Having been invited in, you collapsed with a huff onto the sofa. Today really was not your day. Sensing you were upset, the boy sat next to you.

“I’m Taehyung, by the way, did you manage to get a hold of the person you were trying to?”

“No. And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I have no way of getting back to Seoul, I don’t have any money for a bus, I only have my credit card, and I have no place to go. I guess I’ll have to sleep in my car.” You rambled worriedly.

Taehyung was quiet through the entirety, seemingly thinking of a plan- or maybe he had just zoned out. It was honestly quite hard to tell. When he eventually replies, his words shock you.

“You can stay here if you like, until they get back to you. I know you don’t have any money, but when you get back in Seoul you can pay me back then.” He offered kindly.

“Thank you so much, are you sure?”

“I’m sure…” He trails off, prompting you for your name.

“Y/N.”

The first night in Taehyung’s house was a little restless, the events of the day still weighing heavy in your head. You hoped that they would ring back quickly, as kind as he had been, you kind of didn’t want to live with a stranger. Plus this stranger, as you were quick to find out, was a college boy- and he seemed to not understand the concept of cleaning up after himself.

Waking up the next morning, and after having a shower, you make your way into the cluttered kitchen. Taehyung was nowhere to be seen, which was quickly explained by a post-it note on the countertop. It seemed that Taehyung had gone up to Seoul to see his friends, and had neglected to tell you that you’d be spending the day alone.

When you thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, a harsh knock sounded at the door- it was the kind you would see police offers do in movies, very intimidating.

Unlocking the door you were greeted with a burly man, however, he wore a cheery smile upon his face that was quickly replaced with a confused stare. You had no idea who this man was, but judging from the overalls he was wearing, you deduced that he was probably a farmer in the area.

“Excuse me. My name’s Manseok, I’m a farmer, you wouldn’t happen to have the money the Kim family owe me for the crate of potatoes I gave them last week? They told me that they had left it with their son.” He inquired.

“Um, sorry, Taehyung isn’t here at the moment. I’ll have to call him, if you don’t mind waiting.”

“I’m fine with that, so what’s your relation to the Kim family?”

Whilst dialling the phone, you respond, “Oh, none, I’m just renting a room here until I can get my car fixed and commute back to Seoul.”

As the phone dialled, the two of you stood there in silence. It rang once, twice, and a third time. It seems Taehyung wasn’t paying attention to his phone. After its fifth ring, Taehyung’s cheery hello broke the silence.

“Hey Taehyung, there’s a farmer here asking about the money your parents owe him for potatoes. Apparently, your parents should have left you the money.”

“Oh, I don’t think any money was left. Are you sure he isn’t lying to you, what’s his name?” Was the frantic response on the other side.

“He said his name was Manseok. Are you sure your parents didn’t leave you an envelope of money or something to pay him back, it’s quite a lot?”

And that’s when it dawns on Taehyung, that money wasn’t left for him to spend, rather it was the money for Manseok- and he had spent every last penny of it within the week he had spent at his parents.

“Oh no…” Taehyung mumbled, your heartbeat sped up in fear- why had you been left with the imposing farmer and not Taehyung.

“What do you mean, ‘oh no’, Taehyung?” He asks, not necessarily wanting to hear the answer.

“I don’t have the money, Y/N. I don’t know how I’m supposed to pay him back!”

Luckily for you, Manseok was quite a kind man, and he allowed the two of you to work off the debt. He originally told you that you wouldn’t need to, and feeling guilty for the situation you volunteered anyway. It would keep you busy until you got that phone call back.

The first day working on the field was a hard one, not so much for you- having grown up on a farm yourself and used to hard labour, but more for Taehyung.

You figured out pretty quickly that Taehyung could be described as a little spoilt, this man seemed to have never worked a day in his life (which would explain the piles of dishes back in the house). Despite him being quite handsome, with a sharp jawline and his cute boxy smile, the laziness trait was a massive turn-off for you.

“How much longer do we have to do this for?” Taehyung moaned.

“Until we’ve paid back the debt,” you muttered back to him, quite done with antics.

“Now come on Taehyung, there’s nothing too hard about this, your friend’s keeping up pretty easily. Someone would think you’ve never lifted a finger in your life!” Manseok laughed jovially.

“I’ve done tons of work in my life, this is just boring.”

This was another aspect of torture you had to deal with, the constant rivalry between Taehyung and Manseok. Of course, it was very one-sided, with Taehyung wanting to one-up the easygoing Manseok in everything he does, but it was annoying nevertheless.

“Come on, Taehyung, only a couple of hours and then we can eat lunch.” Manseok encouraged.

You stayed quiet for the majority of the time, you were always the type of person to get on with it and suffer in silence. You didn’t know if that was a positive trait or not, but it definitely allowed for time to pass quicker and it wasn’t long before it was lunchtime.

“Oh, I’m starved. What I wouldn’t do for a good burger. There’s so many places in Seoul…  I wish I was there” Taehyung muttered to himself.

“If you want a good burger, it’s better when you make them yourself. The taste is different when you’ve grown all the ingredients.” Manseok counters.

“You’ve made your own burgers before, Manseok?” You ask, attempting to entertain the dry conversation.

“I have, it takes a while, but it’s worth it. Way better than those fast-food places  you city people rave about.”

“I doubt that they’re as good as the places in Seoul,” Taehyung butted into the situation, here he goes again, trying to up Manseok for no obvious reason.

“Why don’t you make one yourself and find out?” Manseok shrugs offhandedly.

Expecting a comeback from Taehyung, you’re surprised when the air stills and silence reigns supreme. This was very unusual for him. You glance up at him, his eyes quivering with indecision as he seems to have an internal battle with himself. Finally looking up, his eyes filled with a determination you didn’t think he had.

“Ok, I will. I’ll make a burger way better than yours.”

Why did Taehyung have to take everything and turn it into a competition?

Taehyung is bounding back to the house, after your long day of work, it seems like his new mission has really energised him. You trail behind him, tired out by the labour you endured for the day. You were quickly coming to regret your decision to help out in the fields, as nice as Manseok was.

Taehyung appears in front of you suddenly, causing you to jump, “Will you help me grow the vegetables for my burger?” He asks, giving the most angelic smile he could ever give you, “Please, you have to help me, your better at this farming stuff than me.”

“If I help will you stop trying to one-up Manseok all the time, not everything is a competition.” You say, raising your eyebrow at him.

“I will, I Promise, thank you !” He says, grabbing your hand enthusiastically and leading you to the garden and the back of the house.

God is it a state. There was some lettuce, tomatoes and onions growing, but they were in dire need of replanting in more nutritious soil. Luckily, it was salvageable, any worse and you’d have to wait 2 to 3 months to grow some new plants.

“We need to replant these before they die.” You look at Taehyung, who had already begun making his way into the shed, dragging out bags of soil in a wheelbarrow. He had also retrieved several trowels and a shovel, which he placed down on the floor next to you.

“How do we move them without damaging them?” He asks, leaning down attentively.

You explain to him the basics, replanting some tomatoes, removing the moulding fruit from the plant. He watches you with a concentration you had never seen from him before, and he attempts to replicate the way you delicately handled the other plants. He’s a little clumsy with it, but you can tell he has good intentions. The two of you slowly transfer all of the struggling plants into different pots, until all is left is watering them.

It’s been getting hotter these days, and you can tell from the browning on the leaves that the plants are dehydrated. Having sent Taehyung to fill up a watering can, you didn’t expect him to fill it so high. Walking back, the water spilling from the can, Taehyung is carrying it with both hands. When he attempts to hand it to you, his hand slips, causing every last drop of water from that can to land on your head in an almighty SPLASH!

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” Taehyung exclaimed, “I’ll go get you a towel or something, you’re soaked!”

You just began giggling, God was this man useless but he tried. Taehyung seemed puzzled by the sudden laughter, studying you.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

“God, you are an idiot sometimes!” You giggled.

He involuntarily smiled, glad that you weren’t mad at him.

“For a second there I thought you had gone insane, you were just laughing to yourself like a maniac.” He grinned.

“Just promise me you’ll never touch a watering can again.” You joke, sticking your pinkie out.

“I promise.” He says, wrapping his around yours.

There was a change in Taehyung after that day, and you had no idea what had caused it. You put it down to his newfound determination to make this burger, but you couldn’t help but wonder if any other factors were influencing this change. He would no longer sleep in late, waking up early every day and going out to tend to the plants in the back garden; and he’s finally cleaned up after himself.

This morning, a week and a half later from originally arriving- you still hadn’t gotten a call from the towing service. You had rung back several times, but they still hadn’t responded and you had called other towing services to no avail, but part of you wasn’t trying as hard anymore. Fortunately, Manseok and some of the others that he worked with had offered to help move the car off the road and into Taehyung’s drive.

Having woken up a little earlier than usual, you made your way out to the kitchen still in your pyjamas. Rubbing your eyes, you didn’t notice Taehyung in the kitchen making his breakfast until he spoke up.

“Do you want some cereal?” Taehyung asks, passing you a bowl.

“Yes please, you seem quite happy this morning.” You smile at him cheerily.

“Am I not usually happy in the mornings?” He grins.

“No, it’s more like you’re a puppy who needs to expend all his energy.”

“It might be because the plants are almost ripened enough for me to make my burger!” He exclaimed excitedly, “I haven’t looked at them yet today, but I’m sure that they’ll be almost ripe enough!”

Eating your breakfast together, the two of you venture outside afterwards. The sun is scorching, more so than usual, and the earth is rough. It seems you may be going into a drought and that isn’t good. Taehyung’s eyes widen with worry as the heat hits him, the air conditioning inside hiding the true nature of the weather.

He rushes towards the plants, and you can’t help but be endeared by the care he’s grown for these plants (though you know it only depends on the burger, you’ve been dreading what he becomes after he finally creates his burger). You follow up after him, carrying a half-full watering can, pushing it into his hands as you near to the fruit and veg.

“They’re not going to die, are they?” He looks at you pleadingly.

“If the weather is only this bad for a day, they should be fine. We just need to water them regularly, without any moisture they’re sure to die.” You reply back sadly.

“We’ve just got to hope that this weather will end soon,” Taehyung sighs.

But it doesn’t end quickly, and Taehyung is distraught. You aren’t too happy either, partly because it affects the work you do with Manseok. Luckily for you, today was the last day you had to work for him in order to repay the debt. Though the worst part of all for you was that you were stuck with a grumpy Taehyung, sad over the, still occurring, drought.

In an attempt to cheer Taehyung up, Manseok offers to have a barbeque and take advantage of this hot weather. So there you were, after having a shower to wash off the work earlier on, dragging Taehyung out to meet Manseok.

“How are you two doing?” He asked kindly.

“Could be better,” Taehyung grumbled.

“Hey, don’t worry too much about this drought. It’ll be over soon enough, they happen all the time down here at this sort of time.”

“Yeah, but my plants are dying and I can’t do anything about it.”

“We aren’t here to talk about that!” You exclaimed, trying to ease the tension, “We’re here to have a delicious barbeque, and talk about things other than that.”

As you and Manseok began grilling some of the food, Taehyung sat staring at the grass despondently. Sometimes you wish you could understand what was going on in his head. The days where he acted mature and attractive, are completely contrasted with the days where he acts immature like a child.

“Go a little easy on him, okay,” Manseok whispers to you.

“I just wish he would tell me how I can make him feel better.” You sigh.

“Well, it seems that the only thing that will make him happy at the moment is if you can suddenly make it rain.” Manseok jokes.

And that’s when it came to you, maybe the reason that he feels so sad is because he feels like he can’t do anything about the rain. Running over to him, you grab hold of his hands and pull him to his feet.

“Y/N what are you doing?” he groaned in protest.

“We’re going to dance for the rain! If it isn’t raining, maybe it’s because we haven’t asked! You put on a bright front, you knew that this wasn’t going to work but at least then you’ve given him an option.

“That’s stupid,” He says, but he follows you as you pull him along the grass. Pulling out your phone, you put on music and began to dance madly around with no rhythm. You started yelling at the sky, imploring it to rain, whilst Taehyung just looked at you in disbelief. You weren’t really dancing at all for the rain, of course, this was just another ploy to make Taehyung feel better.

Manseok began to join you, seeing what you were trying to do. The two of you began dancing out of sync, silently asking Taehyung to join you. He stood there just for a while, observing you all, before cracking a smile. Eventually joining you both in the manic dancing and yelling, the three of you eventually collapsed on the floor in a fit of giggles.

It isn’t too long before Taehyung becomes sombre again, “It’s not going to work, Y/N.”

“You never know, it might do tomorrow.”

You wake up to knocking in the middle of the night, your sleep had been quite peaceful before you were awoken by the incessant noise. You could hear muffled whispering behind the door, what did Taehyung want with you at this hour?

It was only then that you heard the familiar pattering sound against the window, did the dancing really work, or was this a really strange dream that you were having?

“Y/N...” A hissed whisper came under the door.

Braving yourself for Taehyung’s ramblings, you wiped the sleep out of your eyes and attempted to make yourself look more presentable. You made your way towards the door, gripping the handle and opening the door, just before Taehyung was ready to barrage it with another wave of knocking.

“What is it, Taehyung?” You asked, wearily.

“It’s raining outside, quickly, put your shoes on!” He jumped around excitedly, abound with childlike energy.

Slipping on some shoes, you followed him to the back. Just as he had said, rain was pouring, splattering the window haphazardly. It wasn’t light, it seemed almost torrential. But it had worked, Taehyung was no longer moping around, and you get through your days a little easier.

Without warning, whilst you were daydreaming Taehyung grabbed your hand and pulled you outside. You were immediately embraced by the cold, rain soaking you almost immediately. Taehyung pulled you out further into the garden, his hands still on yours. Despite being cold, it seemed like your hands were still warm, your cheeks quick to catch up with them.

You don’t know why you liked Taehyung, maybe it was his energy or the way his eyes sparkled when he was excited by something. You couldn’t be sure when it became this way, but you knew that you were absolutely smitten with him.

Whilst you had been contemplating your budding feelings for Taehyung, you hadn’t realised that you had begun shivering, it seemed your body had become too numb to notify your brain. Noticing your shivering state, Taehyung wrapped his arms around you. Startled by the sudden close proximity, you look up at him.

“You looked cold, so I thought I would warm you up.” He explained, staring into your eyes.

“I think the fact we’re standing in the pouring rain may prevent that.” You laugh nervously, you were so close by now that your faces were almost touching, and you couldn’t help but look at his tempting lips. They were as pretty as his smile, even when cold from the rain, and you suddenly really wanted to kiss him.

“Thank you,” Taehyung snapped you away from your thoughts.

“What are you thanking me for? I should be thanking you, you’re the one that’s letting me live with you.”

“I’m thanking you because you’re always so patient with me. I know I can be annoying, but you always help me out anyway. So thank you.” He smiled gently at you.

“You don’t need to thank me for that, I’d help you with anything at this point.” You let out a small laugh, attempting to hide your blushing confession.

“Y/N, I really like you.”

“What!?”

“I said that I really like you.”

“Really?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know…” You say, suddenly becoming shy and avoiding his gaze.

His hand gently grabs your chin between his fingers, causing you to look up at him.

“Y/N, can I kiss you?” He asked boldly.

You stared up at him blankly, his gaze was equally as intense on you. Mustering up the courage, all you could whisper out was a soft “Yes” before Taehyung’s lips had pressed against yours. His lips provided a warmth that you couldn’t describe but felt amazing in contrast to the cold outside. They were plush and soft, pressing against you gently as if you would break. Taehyung’s kisses were sweet and left you wanting more.

When he finally pulled away, you couldn’t help but follow his lips, addicted to the feel of them. He chuckled.

“We probably want to get inside. As much as I want to kiss you again, I don’t want you to catch hypothermia.” He smiled warmly at you, before leading you inside, your cheeks still red from the dizzying experience that was kissing Kim Taehyung.

Everything is great until you woke up the next morning and the afterglow of kissing Taehyung has faded away. Getting ready for the day, you noticed the lack of Taehyung’s presence. You check every room, but he was nowhere to be found. The only other place he could be was outside.

Putting on your shoes, you opened the door to find Taehyung just sitting there, staring out at the garden. Looking around, you could see why he was so dejected. The rain must have continued the entire night, and to a destructive state.

What was left of the tomato plants were destroyed, and uprooted by the rain leaving them lying limply against the mud. You didn’t dare take one step forward in fear of your foot being enveloped in mud, so you settled next to Taehyung on the porch.

Taehyung didn’t acknowledge your presence, and you sat next to him for minutes trying to work out what in this situation. You eventually settled on the lame, “I’m so sorry Taehyung.”

He doesn’t move, his eyes staring blankly at the destruction. “All my hard work… was for nothing.” He said hollowly.

You couldn’t think of what to do, eventually thinking to call Manseok and hoping that he had some tricks up his sleeves on how to revive plants. As the phone rang, you bounced your leg anxiously, you really were looking for some comforting words here. You needed them.

“How is he coping?” Manseok traded his hello, seemingly knowing what you were calling about.” Hopefully, you dealt with the storm better than us.”

“He’s not doing well, Manseok. You wouldn’t happen to know if I could nurse an uprooted and limp plant back to life would you?” You ask, knowing that this was hopeless.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. There’s nothing I can do. Our fields got hit by the storm pretty badly too, the best you can do in this situation is replant and salvage whatever you can.”

You nodded, talking to him briefly before hanging up the phone. On your way to comfort Taehyung, you were surprised to see him storm past you and slam the door to his room shut. It seemed like his sadness had morphed into anger, and it seemed that the best option at the moment was to just leave him alone.

Taehyung’s behaviour didn’t improve over the following days, when you attempted to reach out to him he would callously reject any help and retreat to his room to play video games. He was even worse than before. You tried to be patient with him, you knew he was upset but this was no way to act.

It was the next day and another attempt at talking to Taehyung. Waking up and getting ready for the day, you took your time. Nowadays, Taehyung would get up ridiculously late, grab some food and then head back to his room. There had been multiple occasions where you had cooked the two of you food, in an attempt to talk to him, only for him to grab it off you and head back into where he came from. Worse of all, he left it for you to clear up after he’d finished with it.

Sitting at the table, you ate what little of a breakfast you had cooked, and waited patiently for Taehyung to come out from his room. He usually tries and waits for you to leave, but if you were quiet, you hoped that you could trick him into coming out.

It isn’t long before he comes out scouting for food, and you greet him with a bright smile and “Good morning, Taehyung.” He ignored you, preferring to root through the cupboards for what was available.

You couldn’t believe that he was treating you like this, it wasn’t like you had personally gone out and trampled all the plants yourself. The way he was acting was completely unfair, and you weren’t going to sit there and take it anymore.

“You know what, I’ve had enough of you! You are allowed to be upset with what happened, but I don’t deserve it being taken out on me. Why are being so selfish, Kim Taehyung?” You glowered.

Surprised at your outburst, Taehyung was quick to match your anger.

“What is your problem? I’m sorry that I’m not bowing to your every word. Next time I’ll respond to you when you say good morning, it’s pathetic that you got mad over that!”

“My problem is that you’ve been acting like a complete dickhead for the past week. Why is it that you have to act like some spoilt brat, instead of facing your problems like a normal adult? So what the fucking plants died, instead of moping about them, maybe do something about it and stop wasting your life!”

“What are you even doing here anyway? Surely you should have found someone to tow your fucking car by now! Stop butting in my life and stick to your own, if you’re so fed up with me just go! It’s not like I want you here anyway!”

“I stayed because I care about you! But I guess you can’t get your own head out of your arse to realise that!” You spit out, this was the last straw, “You know what, you’re right, I don’t know why I’m staying here. I’ll go and pack my stuff. Goodbye, Taehyung.”

Storming to your room, you slammed your door as you furiously began to pack up your stuff. If he wants you gone, you’ll go! The longer you pack, the more the fury you were feeling melts into sadness, and you break down crying into a heap of clothing. Why would he treat you like that? Did your time together mean so little to him that he was eager to throw it away like that?

Collapsing on the floor in a sniffling mess, you stayed there for what felt like hours, the entire time your brain attacking you again with the memory of his hurtful comments. Maybe you could’ve handled that better, but you didn’t necessarily regret the message behind your rude words. You longed for the Taehyung you knew to return, but now you didn’t know if you’d ever see him again.

A low knock sounded on your door, but he didn’t wait for you to open it before opening it himself. His eyes were red, similarly bloodshot from crying, and when he spotted the half-packed suitcase tears welled up in his eyes.

“Please don’t go!”

“Don’t you think it’s too late for that, you said it yourself.”

“Yeah, and I was being a selfish idiot. Please don’t leave me.”

You sigh, tired, “Why should I stay? For the last few days, it felt like I was living alone and now suddenly it’s all okay again?”

“Look, I’m sorry for how I acted. I know that I’m a selfish idiot who doesn’t know how to express his feelings and that I’m too stubborn to admit when I’m wrong. But don’t go, I like you… and you make me feel like a better person.”

“I’m just fed up Taehyung, it’s like you run on a battery. And you’re right, I have been here too long, it’s like I put my life on hold.”

“Please just stay until the holiday's end, you don’t have to talk to me after, I just want to spend my last week’s here with you.” He pleaded.

Looking into his wide, pleading eyes, you knew you couldn’t be mad at him. He was a little strange, and he was right: he couldn’t express his feelings well, but you hoped that he would try harder to be more mature. Besides, you couldn’t stay mad at him and he acknowledged that he was in the wrong.

“Ok, I’ll stay till then.” You whisper, not only a second later his arms were wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.”

It was only a week later when you were around at Manseok’s, he had invited you both over to try Taehyung’s burger. He argued that since the two of us had helped tend to the crops, that it was only fair for them to be equally yours as they were his. And that was the loophole you found, to finally get Taehyung his burger. Sure, it wasn’t exactly his own, but at this point, he could hardly complain.

Assembling the burgers together, you could hardly wait to eat them and end this strange saga of events. Turning to Taehyung, you nudged him, “You ready to try your masterpiece?”

He grins, “It’s our masterpiece.” You blush.

“Alright lovebirds, you ready to try this burger?” Manseok interrupted.

“I’ve never been more ready in my life!” Taehyung quipped.

“You ready then, 3, 2, 1… dig in!” Manseok said dramatically before demolishing his burger.

You took your time eating, it was good, way better than the fast-food places in Seoul. It was the taste of satisfaction. Finally, all the trials and tribulations that had led up to this were over, and you could enjoy your final week here.

After finishing your burgers, Manseok went back into his house to grab some things, though it was admittedly to leave the two of you alone. Sat next to each other, Taehyung took your hand and laced it with his.

“Thank you, for staying with me. I’ve really enjoyed this week.”

You smiled back at him, “I’m glad I stayed too, it was all worth it in the end.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, smiling against yours. You treasured these times together, soon it would be hard to see each other as you both led your own separate lives, but you knew it wouldn’t end at this. Not if you could help it.

It was finally here, the last day. Having packed your suitcase, you loaded it into your newly fixed car. You didn’t really know what you were going to do now, the initial photography job you wanted having gone a long time ago. But you trusted fate, and you knew that it wouldn’t be too long for you to find another one. The last one wasn’t set in stone anyway.

Taehyung was also packing, his second year of college in waiting. You had offered to give him a lift back up into Seoul, rather than him having to carry all of his stuff on a bus. You disguised this as being helpful, but really it was so you could spend more time with him.

You were going to miss him, but with him only a call away, it wasn’t too long of a wait.

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Hashira ft. Sabito as genshin impact players

aunotes : Bad grammar ahead! I didnt proofread it so be aware of brain damage. plus i initially wrote it at the 1.6 update

PART 1 : T.Muichiro, R.Kyojuro, K.Shinobu, S.Sanemi, U.Tengen 

Muichiro : he probably would be uninterested at first. He's more to first person shooting game or anything other than this concept of farming or investing. So that's why when he saw yuichirou banging his fist on his desk, trying to get his fav character, he would simply just watch

"Fck this game, i've had enough,"

"But you havent finish your wishing things yet,"

Stares. "How about you give it a try mui. You might get the character i want,"

"You sure about that? You might get angry at me," "better than nothing. Now go go, get em you donkey,"

His first ten pulls on the game brings out a light we all want to see

"Eh is tha-" "AAAA A FUCKING 5 STAR FCK FCKFCK,"

Apparently, it was one of the luckiest wish yuichiro had ever seen so far

"OHMYFUCK, you GOT A GODDAMN KLEE, QIQI AND SUCROSE WTFF???"

"I think i get your fav character?"

"Yeahh!! More than that to be honest. I want klee but you brought me two more person," sniffles and cries "you're really lucky mui. You should try and play the game,"

"It's probably the system. I doubt im that lucky tho,"

Nah, he really is lucky. Apparently he wished for his friends and got what they all really wanted for so long

"Thank you for getting me the aquila favonia, muichiro,"

"It's nothing really. I just simply press the button. It might be the system that's giving you the thing you want when i wish,"

"But still, even if i were to wish, i can get really scared and paranoid over it,"

"That's bad. You shouldnt invest yourself that much in the game tanjiro. It's just a game,"

"Ehehehe, i guess so. But you're really good at it muichiro! If you download it, we can play together :D!"

!!!!

It took the word "play together" to get muichiro down on his knee for that game. Usually the idea of playing with your friends is not that interesting. So when tanjiro said that, you bet he's going to play it

Type of player

Extremely lucky it's not even real. He got a five star on the beginner's banner

Fast farming. He probably will complete all the quest and become an endgame player within one month

"I just wanted to play with tanjiro..." bashfully

He's really good with whatever he's doing. Attack combo, dodging, elemental reaction and all sorts of stuff. If he invest more of his time on artifacts, he would probably even one shot it!!

He's very lucky. Very

Kyojuro : he wouldnt even know the existence of this game. Well, he took a glimpse of it one day and boom, heart stolen. Maybe it was the fiery burning passion in bennett that made him play the game.

'oh wow!! What a determined young boy! Even though he has a very bad luck he still keep pushing forward! Amazing!!'

'I want to be like him'

Kyojuro's the type of player to read and pay attention to every single lore of his fav character. Bennett, oh my how he wish he could've had bennett in his team. Every wishes he made would make him a c6 bennett main if only barbara wont stop coming home

"I really like you barbara but i dont want you!! Thank you for the c6 though!! I promise to use you in the future but just-" he prepares to wish

"not NOW!!" Clicks

The highest con of bennett he had ever gotten is probably c1. One day the paimon's bargain shop offered bennett as their monthly character. Kyojuro had never been so excited over a game before. He usually perks up over academics and not this kind of thing. But it's bennett, the character he admires the most.

Unfortunately he couldnt get it due to low currency. He had never feel so sad in his life.

"I shall not give up. Dont worry, i will be a c6 bennett main!!!"

He will be a c6 bennett haver!!

Type of player :

Carefully reads every stories and listens to their lines attentively. He finds it amazing how the company spent their everything on this game. It amazes him. From the stories, lores and lines, he truly appreciates it.

Balance his team pretty well. He mains bennett so he doesnt need that much of a healer in his team.

Enjoys bennett's hangout very much!! He tried to not get him killed by the dungeon's trap but ended up having to sacrifice him which ultimately ends the route. He had never felt so down and guilty before.

Not much of a damage dealer. He prefers to play it in normal mode and doesnt care that much about one shotting monster.

He feeds his character three meals a day!! If only there's a sleep option, he would be sending bennett to sleep first before the rest.

Everyone loves his teapot

Shinobu : found the game while she's scrolling through the app store out of boredom. Initially she played it on her phone but due to the fps and a really bad ping, so bad that douma wouldnt find her interesting anymore, she finally downloaded the game on her pc where things has starting to get real

"Ara, shinobu chan, it's lunch time already. Come downstairs please,"

"Sis give me five more minutes, JUST FIVE PLEASE I NEED TO KICK CHILDE's ASS,"

"he's not going anywhere sweetie,"

"yEAHH BUT MY BP IS,"

'Bp?'

"DIE DIE DIE!!" Aggresive clicking intensifies

"Shinobu chan dont hurt the keyboard that much!!"

She got lucky on the beginner's banner too and pulled a 5 star along with bennett and noelle. Who's the 5 star? Diluc Ragnvindr in all of his glory. Shinobu benched him sadly. She prefers sword over any other weapon

"I mean he's cool i guess but i just really dont get that 'WOAHHH COOL' vibe from him you know?"

"then give your diluc to me! I really want him so bad shinobu chan!"

Deep sighs "yeah sure. You can have my c2 diluc mitsuri..."

Loses 50/50 to diluc everytime everyone would think she either is lucky or cursed by the amount of that man greeting him on the screen. She still bench him though, sadly

"Im begging you, give me jEANN THE GRANDMASTER I NEED HEALER iN MY PARTY TO DO ABYSS

Type of player :

Suffers a lot in the abyss because she just want the primos which is a valid reason to do because that's the only thing that keeps her going

She's a sword character main. She'll properly build every character as either support or dps. The support would be kaeya and bennett, and her main dps ayaka

Ayaka main btw

Honestly at some point she wanted to quit the game because of how tiring it is but then inazuma came out

Fragile resin = 0

Resin = 160/160 happens once in a blue moon

"i should probably control myself with the amount of resin i've used,"

"But i cant,"

Hates domain but always can be seen playing in there

Only coops if mitsuri is there

"So that someone can calm me down,"

"That's not a really good reason shinobu chan,"

Sanemi : dude probably know the game through obanai. He watched the latter play and finds it interesting on how high the numbers he dealt. He loves challenges so a game like genshin impact would probably satisfy his need.

"Obanai, are you hearing this shit?"

"What is it sanemi, im busy doing this event,"

"That loser giyuu is also playing the game,"

"Oh yeah i know,"

"YOU KNOW? WHY YOU DIDNT TELL ME??"

"i just know right after you told me,"

"...."

Sanemi's a meta but a mediocre one. He's meta but he doesnt show it that much. Probably buys welkin once in every three months or when he really needs it same goes with battle pass too. Honestly, he really just use his money when he really needs something

"Donno if my allowance can buy me a welkin so i'll probably skip,"

"But the next banner is zhongli's,"

"....."

"Ah fuck it," buys

My man cant dodge after he got zhongli. Its very painful because he used to studies the enemies movement in the early game so that he can utilizes it on the team but zhongli's shield is so tank he forgot that dodging exists

"Im gonna kill you and you and you hhahaahhaah just you wait im gonna shred all of yo- oh shit zhongli's shield. puT IT BACK PUT IT BACK ON,"

That one event where zhongli's shield plays an important role in the domain? Yeah, he felt like a god at that time. Even got his c2 on his rerun. Sanemi just really like zhongli because it kinda reminds him of himejima. Calm and wise and strong too. He looks up on that kind of person

"Zhongli sama, im in debt for all of your hard work protecting my team," bows and wipes tears

Type of player :

Spends a little money on the game to get what he wants

Zhongli main

Is that one player that has hoards of food but doesnt even use it

"Why need healer when you have zhongli's shield,"

Compare to kyojuro, he doesnt even touch the teapot because he finds it ridiculous and bothersome to create and design everything in it

Loves one shotting bosses and compares it to giyuu. He ask for advices from obanai regarding team build supports and stuffs

Doesnt do character's story quest. The key is full every single time. He unlocks it but leaves the quest like that.

"Ah shit, i accidentally activate the quest,"

His friend list only has obanai in it. Whenever people sent him friend request, he wouldnt hesitate, more like wouldnt care to accept it

They either have to coop in obanai's world or his world and after that, unfriend immediately

Says thank you after coop because he has manners and then completely disappears

"Zhongli main forever,"

Tengen : played since 1.0 this madlad has been staying loyal to the game ever since. Quite huge amount of money he spend on this game to be honest but he never gets broke by it. You can see his regular donation to the game by purchasing welkin and battle pass and some genesis crystal too. He's loaded with money, he didnt know what to do with it.

Uzui also plays honkai impact and guns girl Z so when he saw the unknown god at the intro , he was not surprised.

"Oh we have to pick between the siblings? Cool cool co- oh hi kiana,"

"Thats so herrscher of void hahahahah,"

Although he is a loyal fan to MihoYo games, he lost his composure when he saw the 1st genshin anniversary reward because what was that. Imagine getting billions of money and they give us this? Tengen cant believe this shit

"Oh god wtf was that reward, i have to draw to get a welkin and some primos?? aND I ALSO HAVE TO BE LUCKY? WHAT-"

"WHERE'S MY FREE MONA,"

In need of mona. He needs mona so bad he literally spent his money on standard banner to get mona but always ends up with qiqi. Not that he's complaining but he just wants the astrologist to complete the support team

"GOD QIQI YOU AGAIN? WTF WFF WTF-" converts genesis crystal to primigems

"Tengen, you should control yourself!"

"SHUT UP KYOJURO, IM GONNA WASTE MY MONEY TILL I GET HER,"

"yeah but my f2p ass is hurting with how many bennett cons you got," droops

Tengen sees potential in every character. Everyone has their weakness and strength so when kokomi comes out, he diss her at first but then realize maybe its a new way for a character. Adds the uniqueness if he may say so.

"Meh i dont care honestly. You guys should pull whoever you find nice or beautiful. Like me ;)"

"Who do you main uzui?"

"Beidou,"

Type of player

Spoils the storylines, lores, leaks A LOT THE REST HAVE TO BLOCK HIM ON SOCIAL MEDIA

Speed runs the game and has become an endgame player ever since but he still does his daily commission and helps people with domains and stuffs

R5 every battle pass weapon

Fights azhdaha for fun and to test out his characters rather than ruin guards and stuff

Mona wanter

Puts traveller as the pfp and doesnt display any showcase of his characters and namecards. You can only see his achievements and spiral abyss ( 12-3 ). Says its for fun and mystery

Throws a lot of pickup lines and roleplays a lot. Spams your chatbox messages with stickers and censored stuffs

Probably steals your ores and exotic things like violetgrass, qingxin and silk flowers

Screams in the chatbox whenever he saw Mona until Kyojuro had to calm him down

Changes signature every single time and sometimes put spoilers in it

In every survey he would complain "MihoYo where the fuck is my Mona,"

Doesnt heals his characters

[liquid-luck-00]

Carbon Listing 5

Falling into Place

i want to get back into this fic so I thought posting it here would help it back in my mind

sorry for spamming this 3 more

Izuku's Birthday and he is officially 10

Ao3 *** First *** Previous *** Next

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The day after meeting my father was my tenth birthday. Dad had to leave for the day, but he promised that afterwards we would celebrate. Today it was just Mama and me.

“What would you like as a present this year Izu?” Mama asked as we entered a huge toy store.

That was when Izuku saw a little boy and his mother, and he couldn’t believe his luck. Kachan was here! Why? Why now? Why today? Izuku could not believe his luck. Don’t look this way. Please! To late the blonde red eyed child turned around and saw Izuku. The child tugged his mother’s arm and they both headed towards them Izuku immediately put a smile on and said in a somewhat happy tone “Hi Kachan. Hi Auntie Mitsuki.”

“How are you Mitsuki? Hello there Katsuki.” Mama greeted the two and they talked a bit. Kachan kept glaring at me but I didn’t let it bother me. I was too exited for tomorrow. Dada and I are going to spend all day together and dealing with Kachan is nothing compared to that.

Mama and auntie were talking so I started to look around the store not far from mama. I was holding a All Might travel bag when I heard a small laugh behind me. I knew it was Kachan only he seemed to give off a smug aura that was a bright red. “You know you are such a cry baby Deku. I bet if All Might ever met you, he would laugh” after that Kachan began laughing, “All Might would never pay attention to a Deku” I was getting mad. Toshi would never do that, my dad would not laugh at some one for being scared he always comforted everyone he has saved.

It took all of my will power to not scream at Kachan. I took a deep breath and counted 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and let it out as I did, I thought calm thoughts a calmed my aura and it spread around me. “I feel sorry for you if you think that way Kachan” my voice was so even that Kachan’s aura seemed to shutter scared and then calm. Kachan stood there with his mouth open as I went back to mama. I tugged on mama’s sleeve to not speak over her or Auntie, when she looked at me, I held up the bag and said, “I found something Mama!” I smiled genuinely for the first time since seeing Kachan.

“Well, it seems like we are ready to check out. Bye Mitsuki.” Mama waved and I turned and waved I couldn’t help but see the uncertain way Kachan was staring at me, this wasn’t odd at school we always competed with each other, he was probably thinking of how to win next time. Mama chuckled “This is perfect” she looked at me suspiciously “were you using your quirk while Mitsuki and I were talking?”

“No! I wasn’t mama I promise” I jumped as if I was being electrocuted. I began to blush because I just used the quirk, she was accusing me of using.

---

Izuku and I went home after spending the day out. I went to the kitchen and began dinner.

“Mama?” I nearly jumped. Izuku was usually talking and was never quiet. When he was silent, he almost seemed to not make a sound and would almost disappear if you didn’t have eyes on him. Probably a result if his quirk or at least one of them.

“Yes Izuku” I was practically clutching my chest, but I noticed why he seemed to be unnaturally unlike himself. He was looking at the floor fumbling with his hands.

“Mama I want to tell dad about my quirk.”

Why does he want to tell Hisashi? “I don’t know if that is the best idea” now it was my turn to be uncomfortable. But to my surprise Izuku laughed.

“No not Papa. Dad” Izuku was still laughing and it probably didn’t help that my confusion was apparent. “Dad. I want to tell Toshi.”

Realization hit me and I couldn’t answer. I trust Toshi. And he did trust us with his secret. Can I? Can I do the same? “Why? Why do you want to tell him?”

---

In all honesty Izuku was not ready for that question. He thought mom would say yes or no or something like that. But he didn’t think mama would ask him why. Izuku thought for a moment. Just a moment. “I trust Toshi and Toshi trusts us. I, I don’t want to hide from dad. I want to be a hero like dad, but I can’t if I don’t tell him the truth about my quirk” I looked up at mama and she was thinking hard, her nose was scrunched, and her lips were in a tight line she thought for a long time.

Mama sighed after a long, long time, “Alright, but are you absolutely sure you want to tell him?” I nodded my head; my mind was made up.

---

Inko looked at her son fondly, he was growing up fast, too fast for her tastes. Izuku had a smile on his face but it disappeared. And she began to panic. Before she could say anything, he whispered, “Papa asked about my quirk.” Her breath caught in her throat. He can’t know. He shouldn’t know about Izuku’s quirk. “he didn’t know anything mama.”

“How can, you be sure?”

“Because he asked me what it was, and his color didn’t change, and he didn’t think about it.”

“Izuku” she needed to know “What did you tell your father?”

“That my quirk makes me fast and strong” she pursed her lips at this “he thinks it is a mutation” at this she was finally able to breathe. Hisashi was smart, and learning about quirks is his passion, something Izuku inherited. Thankfully, he thinks Izuku’s quirk is simple, strange, but simple. “Are you mad, mama?”

“No, you know better now to only trust few because I can’t lose you not again, never again” Izuku hugged her.

---

I opened the door quietly, not knowing if Izuku was already asleep. To my surprise he nearly talked me when I opened the door. “Dad’s home, Dad’s home mama.” Izuku called out to his mother while pulling me towards the living room.

“How was work?” Inko asked like she always did, but tonight she seemed a bit tense. She was holding a mug in her hands and on the table were two more.

“Work was fine, are you alright?” I went into a frenzy trying to figure out what was upsetting her. I asked so many questions so fast that not all left my lips. To my utter surprise Inko didn’t answer but Izuku did, well sort of.

Izuku laughed, “Mama is fine Dad” I looked at him “she isn’t hurt or scared of anything.”

I looked at the child and was in awe a ten-year-old was so calm and Toshi could not understand so he looked at Izuku as if to clarify.

“Mama is nervous, because, because I want to tell you something.” He paused and looked dead serious almost as if he knew everything going on. “something as big as you are being All Might.”

He didn’t know what to say or do so he simply nodded and listened. Inko gave him a mug and sat next to him. Izuku was sitting in the chair next to the couch and took a deep breath.

“I wanted to tell you about my quirk.” His quirk? Isn’t it a strength quirk? “No, my quirk is not a strength quirk. My quirk is, um well, I have multiple quirks.” I froze what this, this cant be true. Izuku can use many quirks. Does he steal them. No, he can’t, he can’t be like him. “I don’t steal quirks. I can copy any quirk I see used in person, but only if I understand how it works. I make a copy and can then use it any time.”

This is major I looked over at Inko and her lips were in a tight line and she almost looked to be in tears. I placed the mug down and looked at Izuku who looked at me. I stood up walked around the table and crouched down. Izuku was shaking and holding his breath, he was scared, just like was when I told them I was a hero. That was when I hugged Izuku I hugged my boy and he cried into my shoulder.

“It’s okay, it’s okay” he tried to reassure him “You were so brave to tell me. And that does not change the fact that you are my son and I love you. So, thank you for being honest with me Izuku I know that could not have been easy.” He had pulled away from the boy and wiped the tears from his eyes. Izuku seemed to be relieved at his answer and hugged him tight. “now it is time for you to go to bed we have a big day planned tomorrow after all” Toshi stated with a chuckle and the little tike ran off to get ready for bed.

“Thank you” Inko whispered as if she had not taken a breath since he had arrived.

“What for?”

“For accepting Izuku.”

“Well” Toshi shuffled his feet and ran a hand through his hair timidly “Izuku accepted me first” and he let out a laugh.

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Saving Grace - Part 11

Summary: Steve leaves you and your son to go back to Peggy unaware your pregnant.

Your heartbroken and struggling without Steve until Bucky Barnes steps up to help you out. With you and Bucky growing closer everyday will he be your saving Grace?

I woke up when Bucky leaned over and kissed me, opening my eyes i saw that he was already dressed.

"Where you going?" I asked sleepily reaching for his hand and trying to pull him back to bed, he chuckled but didn't move at all.

"Im going down to the station with Sam to talk to that guy who broke in. I want know who he is and why they were here"

"Can you wait for me? i dont wanna be here alone..."

"Your not alone doll, Wanda is already downstairs" he smiled brushing my hair back from my face and pressing a kiss to my lips "i'll be back as soon as i can. Try and get some more sleep, I love you"

"I love you too Buck" i smiled up at him, then watched as he left the room looking ready to murder someone.

I waited until i heard the front door close before getting out of bed and pulling on one of Bucky's sweaters over my shorts and tank i had slept in. There was no way i could stay in bed knowing Wanda was downstairs with the kids, Grace would need nursing soon anyway. I caught a glimpse of my face in the bathroom mirror and shook my head, my lip was puffy with a bluish/purple hue around the edge, the split starting to scab over some already and under my left eye looked black/purple.... great! I let out a sigh and made my way downstairs.

"Morning" i greeted Wanda with a smile, she walked straight over to me and wrapped me up in a hug, i could tell she was being careful trying not to hurt me.

"Hey sweetheart, how you feeling today?" She asked as she squeezed me a little tighter.

"Aching, i forgot how much it hurts clocking a punch to the face and having your body cut up. How did i used to do this on a daily basis?.... plus I'm a little shaken you know?" I shrugged.

"I totally get it, thats why I'm here to look after you while you rest! And dont you worry, no one is getting in here while im here so go sit down and relax. Breakfast is almost ready, Harrison has been feed and I have bathed him. Lil miss Grace is also bathed and she has had one of her bottles from the fridge, Bucky said you had expressed some milk just incase"

"Wow, you've been busy Wan" i chuckled grabbing some Advil and a glass of water before taking a seat at the table.

"Bucky helped" she smiled "i cant take all the credit. His so good at all this domestic stuff, who would have thought huh?"

"I know right?" I nodded as Wanda placed two plates of pancakes on the table and sat across from me "these smell amazing!"

"Good, then i expect to see an empty plate mama" she teased.

"Hey Wan?" I asked after a few minutes and one pancake successfully eaten.

"Yeah?"

"Can we maybe go to the compound? I dont really wanna be in the house. It feels.... wrong somehow. I know its stupid but...."

"No it not! Its perfectly fine. We can go once you've finished eating and got dressed. Just make sure to tell Bucky where your going or he'll freak out".

Once we were at the compound i felt like i could relax knowing no one would be able to break in here.....maybe id ask Bucky if we could stay here for a few days. Id already run into Bruce and Clint so far....both seemed to be staying close by, Clint had always been like my older brother, looking out for me and was always so protective. He was currently sat with Harrison playing with his toy cars (sound effects and everything!) while holding Grace in one arm. It was clear Clint was a father of three and could handle both kids at once! Wanda was asleep in the armchair and I was sat on the sofa with a hot cup of tea watching on smiling when Steve walked in. He cleared his throat making his presence known and i turned to face him giving him a smile.

“Hey”

"Hey"

"Come join us if you want"

"You sure? I dont wanna interrupt..."

"Its fine Steve just come sit down"

"Okay" he smiled and quickly sat at the opposite end of the sofa i was on.

"You here looking for Sam?" I asked him making conversation.

"No, I'm actually rejoining the team. Its why i was here last night actually, i had to hand in some paperwork"

"Oh......picking up the shield again?"

"No, thats Sam's job now" he chuckled shaking his head "I'm still taking a step back but i'll be around if they need me. Im gonna be training the new recruits to start with"

"Its what your good at Steve, I'm glad your finding your place here again"

"Me too"

"About last night, i just wanna say thank you again. For getting to us as quick as you did..... i dread to think what he would've done if you hadn't shown up when you did"

"But i did. I know i messed everything up with us Y/N, but you and Harrison will always be my family and i'll do everything in my power to keep you both safe"

"I know" i nodded "things will never be like they were with us but I'm hoping we can try and be friends, for Harrisons sake"

"Id like that a lot"

"We're having a party next week for Harrison's 4th Birthday if you want to come?"

"Really?" he asked with wide eyes and a dopey smile spread across his face.

"Yeah, your his dad Steve you should be there"

"Count me in. I'll definitely be there"

"Good"

"Thank you sweetheart, you have no idea how much that means to me"

"Daddy! Come play cars with me!" Harrison called over making us both laugh as he held out various coloured cars in his little hands.

"Yeah come on Steve, i need to get up off this floor now.... I'm too old for this" Clint said struggling to his feet still holding Grace.

Steve took Clints place and was soon crashing cars and making exploding noises making Harrison laugh. After a few minutes i watched as Harrison launched himself at Steve before settling in his lap showing him all the different cars and what ones were his favourites.

Clint had handed Grace back to me so he could go use the bathroom and get something to eat, i was now on the sofa with Grace laying on my chest fast asleep. I could feel my eyes start to flutter close as sleep tried to take me at last, i had only slept for an hour or so after what happened and now it was catching up to me.

I woke up when i felt something shifting my arms.... my eyes shot open only to look up at a grinning Bucky as he carefully took Grace from my arms and placed her in her Bassinet.

"When did you get back?" I asked rubbing at my eyes.

"Just now" he sat next to me and pulled me into his arms "hows your day been?"

"Its been okay, i felt better being here. Would it be okay of we stayed for a while? You've still got your room right?"

"Yeah doll thats fine, I've still got it"

"Good. So did you get anything from the guy who broke in?"

"Not really, looks like they were just your standard home intruders. Chancers who just thought they'd try their luck.... said someone tipped them off that the house would be empty. We cant find any ties to anything bigger than that"

"Thats good news, still doesnt change the fact i dont wanna be in that house anymore. I killed a man in our bedroom Buck!"

"I know"

"I think I'm gonna put the house on the market. Find something a little bigger now theres gonna be two kids running around soon"

"Whatever you want darlin" he kissed me quickly with a smile.

"You'll help me look right? I mean it'll be your home too"

"Of course. We'll find the perfect place".

"Good. Hey, where's Harrison?"

"Steve and Sam took him outside to throw a ball around, he was getting restless"

"Steve and i had a chat earlier. I said we should probably try to be friends for Harrisons sake you know?" I shrugged "he was over the moon Buck. Im just so sick of the fighting between us..... i invited him to Harrisons birthday party"

"I hope we can sort this all out doll, it'd be nice for us all to get along again. I know we both have our issues with Steve but life's too short to hold a grudge like this" he agreed pressing a kiss to my temple.

"Maybe we should still go to the cabin this weekend just the two of us?" I looked up at him "i know the kids are safe here and Steve can spend some time with Harrison... what do you think?"

"I think I'm game if you are?"

"Okay lets do it then, i'll speak to Wanda when she wakes up see if shes still okay with it. I think they wore her out this morning she's been asleep since we got here" i chuckled looking over at the redhead who was buried under a huge purple fluffy blanket "you think she'll be okay for a whole weekend with them?"

"Yeah, she'll have help from the others she wont entirely have them on her own"

"Yeah your right" i nodded covering my mouth as a yawn escaped, i felt a bit better knowing she'd have the team around to help out.

I had just started to fall asleep again when Grace started to whine a little.... guess it was time for a feed.

"Someone hungry hey darlin?" Bucky cooed picking Grace up and trying to sooth her "you wanna go to my room for some privacy while you feed her?"

"Yeah, sounds good... lead the way".

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@damnaged-princess @farfromtommy

@disneylovingal @lbuck121 @billweasleey

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[zontiky]

Ahem McDonald’s five au pls?

goddamn it’s been forever but i can’t stop won’t stop so you’RE GONNA HEAR ABOUT MY MICKEY D’S FIVE AU LET’S GO

so. the legal age you have to be to work at mcdonalds is? 14 years old according to google, but it may vary depending on the place. aidan is 16, five passes for 16 even though he’s 13 ok

there is absolutely no way he would actually let them say he’s 13 he’d be like “ugh at least make it 14 damn” even though,,, his birthday is in like,,, less than a year,, ok i realize that isn’t how ageing works but cut me some slack

POINT IS he passes for 14 ok. DOUBLE POINT is that he would wait until he’s legally 14 anyway so idk it works alright

but!! so !! plot time! this is the part i’m bad at but bear with me i’m onto something i swear

five is pissy bc he doesn’t really have anything to do. he takes school online bc he’s way above middleschool obviously, and like?? he moves fast with those classes too bc hes a genius like he knows big brain things yk

so anyway somebody (klaus) jokingly suggests “oh well maybe if youre bored you should get a job or smth it’s not like extra money can hurt anybody ever”

five’s thought process is like

if i get a job i earn money

if i earn money i can spend money how i want and not need to drag my idiot siblings along with me constantly

i GUESS it would be good to have job experience or something whatever

lets be real folks

nobody except for fucking mcdonalds would accept this garbage racoon child celebrity looking 14 year old asshole. i know im exaggerating and there are 100% other places that would employ this walking shitshow but my point stands

klaus and ben chanting: mc donalds! mc don alds! mc donaaaaaalds

five: ffffffffffffiNE

mc donalds it is

also yeah i know its not 2 words but this is my au and besides how can you prove it isnt 2 words in the tua universe?? you cant, check and mate

anyway

five marches his 14yo ass up to mcdonalds like “hire me” and they all just,, they look at this kid,, coming in in schoolboy shorts looking like a prep straight off the school website,, and they hire him instantly.

idk ive never worked at mcdonalds but lets say that there are mainly older teenagers there so like college/highschool students and five comes in on his first day in his too big uniform with a frown and messy hair, his older brother is waving at him from outside and they just “omg little sibling”

five is a prickly asshole! you know this! but they dont!! so they try to approach him and make him feel welcome and he just straight up hisses at them

woah there five thats not how you do social interaction

better luck next time?

anyway this isn’t actually the point of the au the point is five works at mcdonalds and the others take advantage of this always

klaus walks into mcdonalds and hes barely wearing a shirt, ben is trailing after him and the two walk up to where five is manning the cash register, klaus leans over and ruffles his hair, five rolls his eyes but doesn’t maim him immediately?

all of the other workers are like o.o

klaus, in the snarkiest fucking voice, asks five what he would recommend

“this is a mcdonalds”

‘yeah i know that what should i get’

“get a fucking smoothie i know you’re not gonna drink anyway and get out”

ben from behind: actually i wanted chicken nuggets–

“shut up ben you can’t even eat”

ben voice: smh rude

anyway. diego always. always. he fucking comes in decked out in his bondage gear and he walks up to the register completely deadpan but only when it’s five’s shift, and he stares deep into five’s eyes and orders

“one kid’s meal”

five stares back completely emotionless as he rings him up and says “anything else”

“no just the kids meal”

“do you want apple slices with that”

“yeah”

and then he gets the meal and just. gives it back to five. and he gives him the biggest shit-eating grin and tells him to enjoy his lunch and powerwalks out of there before five can get charged for murder

that only works once though bc next time five is READY but so is diego so he continuously orders frappes or whatever the fuck mcdonalds sells

i havent actually been inside a mcdonalds for months i can’t remember what the sell

oh wait lmao frappes are starbucks mcdonalds has uhh mcflurries???

is that what they’re called? mc flurries? what kind of fucking name is that akjdhfksd

ANYWAY THEY ALL BULLY FIVE AT MCDONALDS

allison walking in like “one fish fillet please :)” and everybody whispering bc ohmygod samantha look its ALLISON HARGREEVES what is she doing in our mcdonalds OHMYGOD–!!! and she just keeps smiling as five hands her the sandwich and she walks out, but walks back in seconds later

‘oh by the way luther’s picking you up today’

“i can walk”

‘no you can’t you have baby legs, i’ll see you when your shift is over bye!’

*five’s teeth creaking as he grins his jaw noises* “bye”

anywho

this au pleases me immensely ok

like

you don’t even know how much joy i have from picturing dead-eyed five in a mcdonalds uniform selling a doughnut

somebody keep this gremlin away from their coffee machines though. he learns to use them immediately and gets coffee constantly. they cant even call him out on it bc he pays everytime

well almost everytime but you know its whatever they’re all soft for their adolescent coworker anyway

ok this is where my brain goes bloop but i’ve began a shitty art for this au so like if i ever finish that i’ll put a link here ripppp

YEAH THAT’S IT aren’t you glad i exist because without me you wouldn’t have a mcdonalds five au, YOU’RE WELCOME

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oohohoho you just opened the deepest can of worms on the planet

-mod dave, who wrote a fucking ten mile essay

first off, addressing the second anon, no theyre all humans. h., half humans at least. cause yall know me i fucking love my humanstuck aus off my ASS

(that would be funny as hell though. a troll from space walking into a camp on earth going “I AM THE SON OF ONE OF YOUR EARTH GODS. BITCH” like... holy shit)

so first things first their parents. im gonna lay this out, the beta kids and trolls are all greek (EXCEPT sollux hes roman cause his parent has no greek equivalent), and all the alpha kids and trolls are those gods roman equivalents (,,EXCEPT dirk cause he kinda balances sollux being roman out). i havent figured out how thatd happen like 16+ times yet cause in the percy jackson books theres only ever been one instance of two siblings of the same godly descent being greek and roman respectively in HISTORY so like.. i guess th. i guess thats just not a problem in this au

anyway this gets really long so im gonna talk about the beta kids and trolls cause i havent elaborated on the alphas at all ((peep the tags if you wanna see their parents though))

johns the son of zeus, rose is the daughter of athena, dave is the son of apollo, and jade is the daughter of demeter. they were all raised in their respective states, all had to come to new york for various reasons. jades been there the longest, shes been there 9 years and shes been on a couple quests. her biggest accomplishment so far is how she protected the camp from this big vicious angry hellhound that got past the barrier. naturally the girls fluent in Dog Training, so she steps up and instead of trying to kill this thing, she reaches out and tames it as fast as she can. it ends up actually working, and ever since that day she, her cabin, and the camp have a whole bodyguard sleeping right outside the demeter cabin! hes her steed in battle and hes a Very Good Boy. and his name is becquerel

johns the newest kid at camp, he has no idea who he is or why the fuck his school got attacked or why in the hell those anemoi thuellai were so fixated on him or HOW in the hell he absorbed the lightning one threw at him and ended up fine,,, hes just a big mess right now. a big enough mess that when he got claimed by literally zeus, no one else was around, he shrugged it off as some basic magical happening, and he stayed in the hermes cabin far longer than he should have cause no one! fucking knew he got claimed! by zeus of all people! dumbass. he ends up figuring it out though. like an off-hand mention about how this “weird lightning thing appeared above my head a couple weeks ago, haha weird right?” once he figures it out he realizes “hey i might be able to fly” so he sneaks off into the woods to try it. he succeeds fairly quickly but god almighty everyones face the one day the dude just yote himself off a small cliff without warning,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

dave and rose are really tight, theyve been there roughly the same time length, and since their cabins are across from each other they just bother each other all the time. daves the resident Doctor even though he really doesnt look it cause hes got the apollo powers. apollo is the medicine god. so if you wound your stupid ass in battle daves in the ER room patching you up with his glowy hands. rose on the other hand is a very good strategist. shes one of the only athena kids ever recorded to actually have a power - telekinesis. she has no idea how she developed it, she thinks its from birth, but it freaks her out. shes training it though.

so the beta trolls, are also all human(ish). aradias hades kid. but i pulled a pjo trope on her based on one of my favorite characters (im not saying for spoilers, but if you recognize the situation, You Probably Know Who Its Based Off) and aradia died. her mom, the handmaid, had been pulling some Shady Ass Shit and ended up getting herself killed, but aradia tried saving her and ended up going down with her.

so handmaid gets sentenced to the fields of punishment in the underworld, and aradia gets sentenced to elysium, heroes paradise. shes like “no i want my mom to be okay” so they take that away from aradia and they put them both in the fields of asphodel, the neverending grey space for Not So Good But Not So Bad people. her mom becomes a shade (shadow spirit, no human resemblance), as all people do, but aradia. doesnt? and she gets dunked in the fucking river lethe and if you dont know what that does it erases your memory. so she just. comes out of the river like “hello? wgat tae fukc goin on??” but she still remembers one thing. there was an “a” in her name.

tavros is the son of hermes, hes just kinda taken on the role of backup counselor for when the actual cabin counselor is out. hes in a wheelchair, but he also has prosthetic legs for when he needs to actually stand up and fight. hes really good at it too. also catch him in winged converse cause he Owns Those and Uses Them To His Advantage. hes trying his best to keep focused on the camp, cause aradia was his childhood friend, he misses her a whole lot, she never got to camp in the first place. and to his knowledge, shes still dead.

sollux is a janus kid. thats a problem cause janus is roman, and this is a greek camp. he grew up with dave, he showed up with dave, hes been at camp as long as dave. but hes been unclaimed since he showed up so he thinks hes unwanted by whatever parent he has. he knows hes a demigod, he got through the camp barriers, so what the fuck is wrong with him? he also feels shitty cause hes shit at the greek lessons, he cant read a lick of it which literally every demigod without exception should be able to do, he cant name any gods- well, he can, but.. he gets their names mixed up. why does he keep calling poseidon “neptune”? and he has a much, much different way of natural fighting than other kids. they slice, he jabs. he wasnt taught to jab. 

karkat is an aphrodite kid with vitiligo, and to make matters worse, hes ace and on the aro spectrum. to make matters WORSE, the aphrodite kids are kinda notorious for being really shallow, really materialistic, and really mean. karkats been dubbed the “runt” of the cabin, he gets made fun of for his spots to the point where he uses make up and magic to conceal them. worst of all? hes the kid of the goddess of love, for fucks sake. being reminded that “loveless people shouldnt be able to stay in this cabin, mom must have made a mistake claiming you” is kind of.. a blow to the self esteem. long story short he hates aphrodite for claiming him, and would have rather stayed in the hermes cabin. but he eventually goes on this big quest thats vague as fuck right now but Its The Main Plot, he ends up proving to himself that hes worth something and that his siblings are wrong, and my FAVORITE LINE IN THE WHOLE THING i came up with is HIS when he deals a final blow to some big monster: “REMEMBER MY FACE THE NEXT TIME YOU REINCARNATE. MY NAME IS KARKAT VANTAS, I’M THE SON OF APHRODITE, AND LOOKS CAN KILL.”

nepeta isnt anywhere near developed as others are unfortunately, shes a daughter of ares and shes really really good at hand to hand combat. shes small but she leads groups of people in things ranging from camp volleyball games to actual literal wars. shes a tough little shit

kanaya isnt really developed either, i have yet to figure out most of her powers too actually, shes a daughter of iris, the rainbow goddess though. (blatant reference to both kanayas vampirism and. h. her. sh. es ga. gay) ONE THING SHE CAN DO THOUGH is iris message at will without water or drachmas so really shes just everyones go to cell phone and its fucking hilarious cause people just come into the cabin like “KANAYA I NEED TO TALK TO [X]” and shes like “You Better Fucking Pay Me I Am Not Your Personal Cell Phone”

terezi is the daughter of nemesis and she has this really peculiar power she hasnt really gotten the hang of yet. she has synesthesia, so while she cant see she can smell and taste the colors of her surroundings and its really helpful. sometimes though she gets messages from her mom. they dont even come as dreams half the time, they come as almost a different plane altogether. tez has the power to literally tip the scales, pretty much. and when she gets like that, she can see. shes not on earth though, shit on earth stops when shes like that. shes just kinda In Her Own Head, i guess? and in her head she holds the two scales in her hands. she is the arms of the scale. and depending on which one she lifts up, she can literally alter the fate of the battle or happening thats going on By Herself. once she chooses she just whooshes back to real life though and nothing has changed. the only downside? it takes a LOT of energy and cant be exploited for little things. her one thing on her bucket list is to tap into said powers while getting something from a vending machine so like three things will fall out but it hasnt happened yet and shes upset

vriskas a daughter of tyche, the luck goddess, come the fuck on you knew i was gonna, i havent really elaborated on her either and im upset about that. but hey now you get a break from all those fucking paragraphs

equius is a hephaestus kid, and he kinda stays in the background. hes a range fighter, he spends a lot of time in the forge, and even though its been a project looooong since forgotten, hes been excavating the tunnels under cabin nine for years. by himself. he has no idea where they lead, but dammit hes gonna find out where. he has no idea about a certain bunker in the woods though...

gamzees just there for a fucking laugh tbh hes a son of dionysus and i love that cause hes the god of wine and parties and insanity. usually gamzees just zoning out somewhere hes Not supposed to be, and hes not affected by the maenads FUCKED UP BULLSHIT that goes down the forest sometimes. also hes so fucking scared of tavroses wing shoes he tried them on once while he was high and JESUS CHRIST

eridan is the son of kymopoleia, a SUPER obscure goddess. lets just say dont fuck with eridan cause his mom is the goddess of violent sea storms,

and naturally, feferi is the daughter of poseidon. cause who the FUCK else would she be the daughter of. WHO. NAME ONE GOD

OH AND JUST CAUSE I FORGOT CALLIE AND CALIBORN ARE SATYRS IN THIS AU. CALLIE HAS PAN PIPES. and caliborn still has a gun

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Favored Ones, Part 2. (Joel Miller x Fem!reader)

Description: When you spend every evening with someone who's deeply under your skin, a certain relationship can be developed. So it's crushing for Joel when Y/N suddenly disappears. But there's way more to the relationship that one would've guessed.

A/N: AM I STARTING TO FALL FOR THIS FIC? OMG STOP ME? SEND HELP.

Warnings: Ain’t much, but it is honest work.

Word count: 2.1 K

Tagging: @nemodoren @xxgoldenhour @missdictatorme​ 

If you like this story, please, more parts can be found here! :): H E R E

Six months prior events of the hunt, April 2038:

You never thought of an ideal man or that ideal life, having some children of your own or whatever. You never thought of that American dream, if you want to address it like that. The new American dream, most likely the global dream when you think about it, was to survive all of the bullshit that keeps coming.

But sometimes, you start to be curious about someone without you even noticing your behavior. You try to have much longer eye contact with them, laughing at those pretty dumb jokes and sayings they used. You tried to be in their presence every time you possibly could.

Sometimes it gets pretty crazy as you start to understand your behavior and your feelings - and the worse it actually is when you feel soft for is a complete moron.

And so, that's how your terrible crush on Joel Miller, local old jackass, started.

You could exactly name the year, month, day and hour when he and his daughter of some sort, now your best friend Ellie, came into your life. The first time you saw him, you thought to yourself that he is just a typical cynical old moron - and that you had already enough of these in your town.

Something moved inside of you when you took Sadie for a short walk around Jackson - and he was sitting on the terrace, smiling at Ellie and playing a slow song on some old guitar the others gave him.

Ellie just sat there, curled into a tight ball with a bar of beer in her hand, as soon as she saw you, she jumped on her feet and joined you on your walk - that was a year ago. And since that, you watched his face intensely during every tactical meeting about visiting a city, you smirked when he said something which was ironical and whenever there was an option to go out with his little kindergarten, you were there on your horse with your knife behind your belt. 

Did he even know who you were except that you were going out to the forests with him? Oh, dear, that is a story worth telling.

Joel didn't let you know, but he remembered your face really well - you were, of course, Y/N, Ellie’s' loudest and most impulsive friend she had until that day. You were a pain in his ass every time he was scheduled to go out with you. No matter how good you were with a knife (and let me say that you saved his ass a few times when Clicker was about to crack his head up), you still acted like an annoying little brat. 

He would never say that he hates you, no. But he would never say that he likes you. You just existed by his side in the city he was living in, that was all that he cared about. 

And you were sure that the feelings will disappear sooner or later, it was just a dumb guy and that situation was ridiculous. But as January and February passed away, nothing changed. 

So there you were, sitting next to Sadie in the grass, eating an apple, chatting with Ellie and watching after Joel’s kindergarten of the young people he was teaching about surviving. There were a few boys around sixteen, which was almost ten years younger than you, who were just dicks. 

The only thing they were doing there was trying to get your attention because you were indeed an interesting girl, and to annoy the old man. You were there to enjoy the feeling of freedom and nature around you.

“And what about Y/N?” - One boy turned his face to look at you. They were talking about bows, how to catch the chord the best way, the angles of shooting and the power needed. They completely threw you off rails, because you sat next to Ellie in the back, talking about how much you are looking forward to the sweet potatoes which should be ready to be reaped next month. 

“I bet she could show us some of that bow shooting, couldn't she?” - Another one said and you felt on your tongue as you wanted to tell them to shut the fuck up. 

“Leave her be. She cant shoot from a bow. But if you will shut your mouth and watch, maybe you'll be able to shoot yourself, son.” - Joel mumbled in his deep voice, not even looking up to you. 

Your cheeks went red as you furrowed at that man. What a rude jackass move. Yeah, maybe you weren’t able to shoot from a bow, nobody had ever taught you how to, but you were a fucking psycho with a knife. And Joel knew it. 

“Jesus Christ, fuck him. That wasn't polite to me at all.” - You said to Ellie when you rode on Sadie’s back at the end of your small caravan. - “And I should be practically bowing in front of that guy? Fuck that too.” - You spoke fast and quietly so Joel couldn’t understand you. 

“Come on, baby. You know that Joel didn’t mean that you’re not good enough. You know he’s not good with his words.” - Ellie rolled her eyes to the back of her head, only laughing at your situation.

“Maybe. But this is the third time something like that happened - and third time’s the charm. I will need someone who will teach me, how to shoot from a bow.” - You rose your eyebrows. That was the most devilish plan ever. - “And then I will have a competition with Joel. We will see who is the worse one.” 

“Good luck then. The only people who can shoot from a bow is me, Joel and Jesse.” - Ellie looking behind her and chuckled again. - “Like... More people can do something with a bow, but I would definitely not call that shooting.” 

Well, fuck you then. You couldn’t stand when Jesse was trying to teach you something because he spoke to you like you were fucking five - so every time he started with THAT tone of his voice, you were ready to explode. Ellie could teach you some things, maybe, but she would make a pure comedy out of that. Your tummy would constantly hurt from laughter. So the only rational option at the moment was Joel. 

And you didn't fucking know if that’s the worst thing that could happen or if it is the best thing ever. You couldn’t but smile at the thought of Joel teaching you how to shoot, so the student could overcome its professor in the end.

So you were trying to raise the courage in you for the next two days and let me say that it wasn’t anything easy. Only after a shot of vodka which Jesse had hidden under his bed you could just come up to Joel’s door and knock on it. Ellie wasn’t at home that day - you were about to meet up with her that evening to have a watch on the city’s walls.

Right now, she went for her newly sewed, repaired pants to Mrs. Jefferson to the end of the town, which should take her something about half an hour. Enough time for you to ask Joel the information needed.

“What the hell are you doing at my doorstep?” - Joel asked even before he opened the door and watched you down with a silent stare. - “Something happened? You won’t make it in the next session in the forest?” - He was asking you, but he only did that for decency’s sake; he did not care at all.

“No, I was thinking about the bows.” - You said in the same tone of voice. You were staring each other down like the looks could kill. This was clearly competition for you - and you didn't mean to lose. You had to show Joel that you weren’t weak at all. 

“Oh. The bows.” - Joel furrowed you like you were a fucking psycho. He was fucking lost when it came to you - your run of thoughts was a mystery to Joel. - “What about the bows? What’s wrong with them?”

Damn, you two were acting like children. You spoke in weird sentences and you felt like nothing was making too much sense when you spoke with Joel. 

“I can’t shoot from it. That’s what’s wrong with them.” 

“Oh. Okay. Why should I care?” - Joel raised his eyebrows. You nodded and raised your eyebrows, making a thoughtful face at him. 

“You should care because I need a teacher.”  - That was when you smiled at him. You didn't drink so often, so the vodka made you hella loose. Maybe it was way more than one shot, you didn't have a single idea how stupid are you going to behave. So far so good, you thought to yourself.

“So that is what you came here to tell me?” - Joel hugged the doorframe with one of his huge palms and looked you in the face. - “I should find you a teacher? Girl, I think that you’re a bit confused because I’m hella sure that finding you a teacher isn’t my job at all.” 

“Oh, I did not mean that you should find me someone who will be teaching me, hot to shoot an arrow.” - You giggled and shoved a trickle of your hair behind your each. - “I want you to be my teacher.” - That’s what made Joel sincerely laugh.

You silently prepared yourself for Joel saying you to fuck off. He was so close to it, yet it seemed that you really are into learning about bows. 

“Yeah. Fine. Tomorrow, seven in the morning, the gates. Be there on time, young blood.” - Joel smiled and closed the door, leaving you there. But you started to smile when you realized that you will have scheduled alone time with Joel himself. Even though he was a total asshole at times, it made your day. 

The next morning, you were there even ten minutes sooner - and Joel came ten minutes later. He just let you sit there for twenty minutes. Motherfucker. Maybe he hoped that you will change your mind - but you had your goals set straight.

You could see that he’s still a bit sleepy, but his beard was cut short again - it was there, but it was way shorter. People with crushes notice such bullshits, that’s normal, don’t worry. 

“I got a present for you.” - Joel said in a cold, raspy voice and you excitedly opened your eyes. - “It ain't much, but at least it’s something.” 

With that, he gave you a completely normal, training bow. Everybody always only borrowed them, but he was giving you one of your own. - “But if you will not take the training seriously, I will take it away from you.” 

With that, you just left Jackson. He took you on nearby training grounds - the first day you ever tried it was terrible. You basically didn't shoot once from that bad boy - arrows just fell down from your palms and Joel knew that he’s going to need a lot of patience with you.

The first weeks were not that enjoyable as well - he had such a jackass rude commentary to your actions and you just tried to murder him with your stares, still thinking that he is sexy as fucking hell.

But one day, the fall was just about to start, it somehow broke down and you started to joke around. Your skills were getting better faster and faster - soon enough, you could shoot from fairly far away and you didn’t miss most of the time, which made Joel enjoy your lessons even more. 

As another month passed, he decided that it is the right time to start hunting with you in the forest. These ones were moving, but you adjust over time. And sometimes, you even hunted something down - like a squirrel, a hare or a rabbit. 

You weren't that bad after all - he pretty much liked talking to you most of the time. And even if you were sometimes loud and impulsive, you could be smart when the situation needed it. But you weren't exactly his most favorite person on the planet still. 

And you were slowly realizing that this surreal crush isn’t going away anytime soon because you made it just worse for your own fucking sake.

[herondaleholly31]

Love On The Weekend  Chris Evans X Reader

overview: Whenever you can you and Chris spend a weekend together just the two of you. This  weekend is different. 

A/N Hey guys!! I’m currently in the middle of exams but I wanted to start writing some of the requests that was sent to me after my last post. Thank you so much for all your kind messages and follows after that post, it really means so much to me. I’m working through the list so I will try and upload as much as I can I promise. I hope you enjoy this one, make sure to keep sending me any requests! 

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4:55. Five more minutes to go. You were impatient, and having already cleaned your desk three times in the past hour you were checking your emails one last time before you clocked out. Delete, delete, asos discount code saved, the rest thrown in spam. That’s it. All done. Only three more minutes. 

“Y/N!”

Jack entered your office without knocking, an ominous stack of papers under his arm. “you’re still here, great. I need you to sort these files out before you go.” The stack fell with a thud onto your desk.

“I can’t,” you shook your head “I’m just about to head out.” 

“Oh I’ve also put you on call duty this weekend,” Jack ignored you “so any plans you have cancel them.”

Your spine chilled “I can’t do this weekend. I cant I-“ you shook your head to try and stop your rising panic “I have to have this weekend off.”

“Tough luck. You’re going to want to keep you phone charged, I get a lot of emails.”

“No Jack-“

“Is there a problem?” He scowled.

The clock had struck five, he was going to be there any minute. “I can’t reschedule this plan my boyfriend’s job-“

“sweetheart can I be frank? I don’t give a shit,’ your bosses patient demeanour had gone and his normal irritation came through “I’ve got a golf game tomorrow and you were the last person to ask for time off. So you’re on this weekend.” He slammed his hand on top of the stack of papers and then turned to leave when suddenly a deafening sound came from outside. Shocked, Jack smacked his arm onto your computer, causing him to swear colourfully “WHAT IS THAT?” But you had already rushed to the window, your smile widening. 

“He’s here.”

“WHO?” 

You weren’t listening, grabbing your bag and throwing your coat over your arm “I’m going.”

“Is that for you?”

“Yes.” You turned once more, determination overruling your fear “Have a nice weekend Jack.” And with that, you flicked off the light switch and walked out the office. The honk was ringing down the corridor as you took the stairs two at a time before bursting out the door. A black range rover was sat in the middle of the carpark, and leaning against the  bonnet was your boyfriend Chris. His eyes were covered with sunglasses but you knew his eye brows were raised in a teasing expression as he watched you stride over “are you always that dramatic when leaving work?”

“Only when my boss is being a dick.’ You reached him and cocked your head back so you could kiss him, both smiling against each other as the realisation that this moment had finally happened washed over. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Chris rested his forehead against yours and you breathed deeply, feeling the anger ebb away. “I missed you,” he whispered.

“I missed you too. I couldn’t get out of that place fast enough.”

‘I saw” Chris laughed. He pulled away to open the door next to him to reveal  leather seats and your battered rucksack, bulging at the seams. “I packed everything on the list.”

“including the-“

“including my grey jumper for you to wear in the car.” 

“thank youuuu,” clambering up into the seat you started to get changed, tights getting ripped and pony tails being loosened. Chris’s jumper had been washed one too many times, the fluffy interior bobbled and stretched to fit his physique; however you always wore it on these trips and had therefore become a running joke. “Where to this time?” You asked, popping your head over the collar to look over at Chris who was fiddling about with the Keys. He slid them in and a second later the car roared and shot out of the car park, the revs barking through the quiet. He didn’t answer until you had made it onto the highway.

“I’m going to keep it a surprise this time.”

“ooooo” you perked up “we haven’t done that for a while. Do I get a clue?”

“nope.”

“pleaseeeeee.”

Chris shook his head chuckling “you’ll like it I promise.” Still determined to know you sat up on your knees, leaning over the gear stick to kiss his cheek “not one hint?”

“No!” Chris laughed. You continued to ask, peppering the half of his face and neck with jokey kisses until his death went slightly ragged. “you’re going to make me crash.” He didn’t move away though, enjoying the way you bumped your nose against his cheekbone as the car steamed ahead. The car flew like a the air of you were on the run, Chris only realising when cramp started to form in his ankle from the clenching. You were so present to him in that moment his mind seems to have fogged over. Luckily You only kissed him a couple more times before sitting back, defeated. He was able to calm his pulse once again. “fine” You rolled your eyes teasingly “I guess I’ll trust you. Give me the aux cord.” You propped your bare feet up onto the dash board and plugged it into your phone and scrolled down until you found the playlist: Love on the weekend.

The weekend was something you and Chris had done for a long as you’d been dating. Although you lived in Boston near his family and spent stints in LA, work and business sometimes kept the pair of you apart for weeks if not months at a time. This had been difficult, until on a whim Chris had done what he would come to do every time; text you the night before that he was picking you up and that you two were going away together. That first time he’d taken you to a beach house where you’d spent the weekend getting a suntan and much needed alone time. That had been nearly two years ago and since the pair of you had taken trips all over the country, with nothing but a car and essentials. They had become your favourite tradition together. 

The first song of the playlist started and Chris nodded his head in satisfaction “yessss!’ He pumped his foot on the gas and the car shot down the fast lane, leaving the traffic behind. The music swelled until the rough voice of Journey’s “Don’t stop believing” was blasting through the speakers, matched only by Chris’ rendition. He was tossing his head about and giving it his all, making you laugh so hard you felt the breath pound against your throat and your chest started to tense. The tipping point was when on the final high note your boyfriend’s voice cracked dramatically, to which you had to dig your hands in-between your clenched thighs to stop you from peeing. God it was so good to laugh like this again. 

The speakers continued to blast out classics, raging from Kanye West to Disney to Prince until both your voices were frayed and your chests ached from laughing. At one point there was no sound from either of you except for wheezing and knee slapping. You were like children, bubbling with energy and excitement as the feeling of each other there made you giddy. 

“We’re nearly there,” Chris was able to heave out later, breathing deliberately to even out his chuckles “keep an eye out for the right exit.”

“exit for what?” 

“I’m still not telling you.”

“How am I going to know what the right exit is if I don’t know where we’re going?”

“Hey I gave you a name just trust me.” He reached out and patted your knee, before slowly moving his hand up to rest on your thigh. There was nothing suggestive about it, but you felt your body melt under his touch as he continued to drive. He hummed to the dulcet tones of John Mayer and would occasionally have to shift in his seat but he made sure to keep your thigh at arms length. His palm stayed soft and warm against you  as the car pulled off the highway and drove down strips of long roads under golden sun stained foliage. One rumbling dirt track later and the car rolled into an opening, where it stopped and slumped, exhausted. Chris breathed, smiled, and squeezed your leg “we’re here.”

The house sat snuggled in the trees, overlooking a lake that shone brightly. White walls, blue tiles roof, a rickety dock that rocked slightly against the wind. It looked exactly the same as it did in the pictures that were hung around the Evan’s family home. You gasped in excitement “This is the place-“

“From my childhood pictures,” Chris nodded.

“The place you said you’d always take me,” you placed your hand on top of his “I can’t believe you did this.” In your excitement you leant over the gear stick and grabbed Chris’s face In between your hands “Thank you thank you Thank you!” You planted one big kiss on his lips causing him to laugh loudly before leaping out the car, your bare feet lacing with the grass. The pair of you grabbed the bags from the car and dragged them up into the house, abandoning them in the hall way to explore your home for the weekend. An open floor plan of polished wooden floors, white furniture and blue wallpaper stretched through the house, with soft corduroy sofas and shelves of thumbed classic books and board games. It was a weird mix of modern and old; as if time didn’t effect it. You were running around the house, calling for Chris to see something before discovering something else and getting even more excited.  When Chris still hadn’t come after the fifth time you called you went clattering down the stairs to find him in the kitchen, already pulling things out of the stocked fridge “pesto eggs?” He asked.

“MMMM YES!” You yelled in excitement. “Sorry,” you quietened “sorry. Yes please.” 

“I take it you like the house then?’ “Is this the part of the story where you tell me you’ve bought it?” You slid onto one of the stools by the island, nicking a bit of red pepper from the chopping board.

“ Unfortunately not.”

“shame. I would’ve quit work on the spot to move.”

“It’s that stressful huh?”

“You have no idea.”

Chris stopped stirring “so tell me about it.”

You shook your head, running your hands through your hair once before letting them fall on the table “I don’t want to weigh you down with that. You don’t wanna hear about that.”

“Yes I do,” Chris said “its obviously bothering you.”

“Not tonight Chris. Please.” You didn’t want to think about anything negative this weekend. Not with the limited time you had with him. “your eggs are burning by the way.”

“Huh? Oh Shit,” Chris went back to wildly stirring the contents of his pan, and the conversation was dropped. 

************

The next couple days felt like the montage to a rom com movie, a warped bubble where negative thoughts and emotions weren’t allowed to penetrate. There was a lot to Catch up with so the pair of you didn’t waste a single minute. Swimming in the lake, running together through the woods, playing chess whilst drinking too much beer. A lot of random hugs and heated make outs that lead to other things that caused your skin to flush and tingle. This was partly due to Your shoulders getting  burnt, resulting with Chris finding great pleasure in occasionally smacking the sensitive skin causing you to scream blue murder whilst chasing after him. 

‘I still think I’ll have a hand imprint on my shoulder forever,” you joked. It was the last night and you were cooking whilst Chris picked the movie. He was crouched by the shelfs, his recently showered hair peering his grey t shirt with droplets. “What movie we thinking?” He called.

“hmmmm How about Captain America?”

“Funny.” Chris rolled his eyes. You laughed before diving down to retrieve the steaming dish of Chicken and vegetable pasta from the oven and dishing into bowls. 

“Babe! You’ll never guess what movie they have.” Chris lifted the DVD case like a trophy, the title in your direction. You read it and gasped excitedly “About Time? Oh my days yes!”

“You’re gonna cry.”

“I am not.”

“You say that every time.”

“well this time I can definitely say that I will not cry!”

*************

“It’s just” you stuttered, “it just so…so” you had to gulp loudly through the raked sobs “so sad!” Bill Nighy and the little boy started skimming stones on the beach, causing you to whimper loudly, more tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

“I told you you would cry,” Chris said, but his own eyes were watery and his jaw clenched in emotion. Seeing this made you even more upset and you started to grip onto the pillow, holding your breath so to stop the sobs. It didn’t work. Chris couldn’t stand it anymore; part of him obviously wanted to comfort you but also your turmoil was starting to become comical. “sweetheart,” he laughed “come here.” He dragged you over to sit in between his legs, your back against his chest so he could try and stop you from crying. ‘I’m fine, I’m fine,” you breathed “I’m not going to-oh my god they’re hugging.” The crying was uncontrollable now “This is the last hug they’re ever going to have together.”

“Okay you need to tell me whats wrong now,” Chris’ tone shifted to worry. He’d never seen you this upset over this movie before “hey, hey. Talk to me.”

“I don’t want you to leave me tomorrow.” 

“what?”

“You’re going to leave tomorrow and I’ll be left with an apartment that is too big for just one person, a job I hate and the constant reminder that these weekends are the only things that I actually enjoy in life.” 

The movie continued to play but Chris wasn’t watching anymore. Instead he sat there, struggling to find the right words to say. He didn’t want to ask, you’d specifically told him not to ask this weekend, the itch of knowing was starting to burn in his brain. “What’s wrong with work?”

You huffed, flinging your head back to knock against his shoulder “I hate it Chris. I used to love working there, but I just can’t do it anymore. The last time I had a weekend off was our last weekend 3 months ago.” 

“why?”

“Because Jack makes me work so he can piss about golfing and spend the weekends screwing his assistant. I see the texts,” you nodded as Chris’s eyebrows shot up in surprise “they’re just as awful as you can imagine.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“about the affair? It’s not tha-“

“No. About work.” 

“Oh.” You shrugged,  wiping the back of your sleeve across your face “I didn’t want you to worry about me that’s all.” Feeling your boyfriend huff you felt yourself get defensive “you’re away for so long I didn’t want you to have to take off anymore time than you had to just because my career turned shit.”

‘That’s not fair,” Chris shook his head “I should’ve known.”

“Why? What would’ve you done?’ You were sitting up now, frowning at him, arms crossed “Quit your work and moved back full time to Boston?’ “Maybe!”

“No you wouldn’t of!”

“But at least I would’ve had that option!” His eyes flashed with a mixture of pain and annoyance “Y/N how am I supposed to be there for you if you don’t tell me these things?” 

“That’s not fair Chris.”

“NO,” he snapped “what’s not fair is finding out that you’re feeling like this and yet I was the last person to know!”

“If you were here more YOU’D KNOW!”

There was a horrible silence. Shocked, you put your fingers over your lips, as if trying to grab back the words that were still ringing through the room. You were both shocked; hurt plastered on both your faces. You wanted to take them back, to rewind time so you could start this conversation again, to finish this weekend in a way that you will treasure and picture for the next weeks as you wait for him to come home to you. “I’m sorry.” You finally spoke “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

Chris nodded slowly, and you noticed that his eyes were glistening with tears and you felt your brain screaming in fear and your heart be squished like a juice box “yea you did.”

“NO! No I didn’t.” You pulled him closer “I’m just upset about work, I’m taking it out on you.”

“But you do wish It don’t you?” Chris whispered.

“Of course I wish you were here more,” You nodded “but acting’s your dream. Of course I want you to be doing that.”

“Im so sorry Babe,” he pushed out a heavy sigh to stop the emotions from stunting his voice “I wish I knew how bad it was.”

“It’s not your fault You didn’t know. I wasn’t telling you.”

“I should’ve picked up on it. If I’d known I’d-“

“It’s not your fault Chris. I’m sorry for not telling you.”

Chris smiled softly. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, locking his hands together so you were pressed against his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head, nodding slightly “This was not how I was thinking this conversation was going to go.”

You laughed, snorting slightly due to the snot that had built up from your previous sobs “me neither.”

“And I was looking forward to telling you about my plans for after the movie.”

You felt your heart sink slightly. These conversations were always awfully painful. “Did your agent get another script for you?”

“Actually no. He won’t be getting me any for a while.”

“What?’ You looked up at him, confused “why?”

“because I told him I didn’t want any. Because I’m taking a little break.”

‘Chris? Please say you didn’t do that because of me!”

“only partly,” Chris smiled guiltily “I just miss Boston. I miss my parents, My nieces and nephews, You. I just want to spend some time here. Spending time with my family.”

The tears were falling again, only this time they were ones of happiness “you serious? You’re coming home?”

Chris nodded, savouring this moment for as long as he could. “5 more weeks and then I’m yours.”  

******************

The Boston skyline had never looked so unwelcoming. Despite the sunrise bathing the windows with molten pink and blue reflections, they were a reminder that you were back in reality. You’d left the house early that morning with the remise you’d return in the summer with the whole family. It had still been difficult to say goodbye. The entire drive back you and Chris only spoke a few times, both too nervous of what to say in these last moment. Chris’s hand was back on your thigh, but this time your hand was intertwined with his, your only lifeline from breaking down into uncontrollable tears once more. Although this was the last goodbye you’d have to say for a long time, this one felt the most difficult because of the reality of what they were going back to. The buildings of the city grew thicker and thicker as you drove down main streets and over bridges until all too soon the looming signs floor your office building started to come, and then the ruling for the carpark, and in no time at all Chris was pulling into one of the visitors spots and switching off the engine. “we’re here.” 

“yea.” A silence. “ Thanks for dropping me off by the way.” 

“Yea of course.” Chris swallowed. Neither of you moved. No one made the move to say goodbye. But you knew it was going to happen, and your grip on his hand got tighter as you realised that now was the moment to let go. 

In the end it was him. It left you feeling empty, like you’d dropped something into water and you knew that you were never going to get it back, and that’s when the tears started to fall again. In a moment Chris jumped out of the car and ran over to your side of the car, opening your door so he was able to scoop you into a hug. “ I know,” he whispered as you clung to him “ I know.”

“i don’t know if I can do this Chris,” you sniffed into his neck.

“Yes you can. You can sweetheart. Remember what we said.” He kissed your ear lightly “Just five more weeks. Five more weeks and the I’m home, you can quit your job here and we’ll figure something out together okay? Okay?” His tone made you move your gaze so you were looking at his wide eyed expression, full of promise and reassurance “We’ll figure this out together.”

“Five weeks.”

“five weeks and then I’m yours.”

You nodded, sniffing “Okay,” You breathed “Okay I’ll do it.”

“You can do it.” He kissed you then, and his lips tasted of salt but they were familiar and warm and his, and you already missed him so much five weeks suddenly felt like a lifetime. 

“I am,” he rested his head against yours once more “so proud of you. I really am.” 

You nodded. You kissed him as long as your lungs could muster and this time you let go, flattening your skirt and slipping on your heels as Chris grabbed your bags from the boot and handing them to you. He kissed you once more, told you he loved you and then walked back around to sit in the car. You walked around to his door and leaned in through the open window to kiss him again.

“I can’t watch you walk away,” he confessed “because if I do all I’ll want to do is stay.” 

You nodded “That’s fine. I’ll see you in five weeks.”

‘Five weeks.” 

“I love you Chris.”

One more kiss, and then he pushed the car into gear and pulled away, leaving you to wave goodbye to him. As he did, the windows rolled down, and a second later you heard the opening chords to “Love on the weekend” play. He didn’t look back, but you knew that he too was already counting down the days until the next time you two could see each other. 

[zerot0hero]

ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE & WAR - POST FLOATING LANTERN GALA SELF PARA (MAY 2020)

tw: heart break, betrayal, self pity, revenge(?), 

It was already dark when Hercules left the Gala, he descended down the stone steps with his hands in his pockets to the curving line of parked cabs waiting to pick up fares. He didn’t feel like talking to anyone, he could have turned back and found Oliver amid the crowd to confide in but that meant risking seeing Megara-- and she was the one person he really couldn’t bring himself to talk to right now. He stood at the bottom of the entrance, turning back around to face it, wondering if leaving had been the right choice? He could have stayed and danced with Pascal, had idle chit chat and a drink with Kit, made sure Oliver didn’t bring himself to any harm or actually had the chance to wish the Princess a Happy Birthday… but his heart was no longer in it. 

With a disappointing sigh he turned back around and began to make his way to the end of the property, unkownling missing the beautiful sight of lanterns rising in the sky behind him. Had he stayed it might have been a sign of hope, but now in the chilled air and soft breeze he continued to walk towards Downtown Elias. Every store was closed, every street he passed was almost empty apart from a few bars where people stood outside smoking, there were very little cars on the road so as he passed each streetlamp alone on the way to his apartment he tried to count them. Hercules would have done anything to distract himself of thinking about Megara, about how beautiful she looked in her purple dress, about how she blushed when he placed the corsage on her wrist, about how close she was to him when they slow danced and about how he wished that moment could have last forever. 

Much to his dismay the magical evening came to a disturbing end when Megara confessed the truth to Hercules, that she was working for his Uncle Hades, the guardian of the Underworld. As Megara spilled the painful truth everything began to make sense to him, being stolen from Mount Olympus as a baby and stripped of his God Title, Megara taking a keen interest in Herc and his life, Hades being extra quiet. He did not have to raise a finger when he was making Herc’s dear Megara do all the dirty work. Hercules was angry, furious even, more livid than he had ever been in his entire life. He felt anger, betrayal, hurt and disappointment all at once, however it was his own fault for disregarding his training and letting himself become distracted by a modern day Siren, luring him to his death by deranged Uncle. 

Philoctetes had tried to warn Hercules in the past about the effects of beautiful women on a man's brain but he had waved them off with little concern. Hercules had never had any luck with women until Megara and that was only because she literally did not have a choice but to flirt with him. As grateful as Hercules was for her warning about Hades trying to kill him he could not work out if that was part of the plan? Was he supposed to know this, or did Megara really risk her own soul for him? He wanted to believe there was goodness in her heart, that she was really only doing Hades bidding against her will… but then Herc had to remember Hades did not take her soul for nothing, Megara had willingly trusted him for a favor. And could a person who trusted someone like him, a monster who kidnaps and tries to assassinate innocent children, be a person worth trusting at all? His heart and head were being torn apart. 

As Hercules reached his apartment he beelined for the small kitchen decorated in white marble and black appliances. Opening the liquor cabinet he reached for a short glass and the bottle of Ouzo, a heavy and dangerous drink if you have too much, Greek liquor. He placed them both on the counter and began to pour a large measure into the glass, he unbuttoned the top of his shirt and dropped his jacket over a dining chair as he walked with his glass to the living room. Slumping onto the couch in the darkness Hercules could see the faint glow of the stars in the sky-- not stars, lanterns. Some of them must have been let off late, he wondered if Megara took part, his friends, what they had hoped for-- and realised his own wish would have been incredibly selfish. 

Hercules wanted Megara to love him. He wanted unconditional love, the promise of a future, vacations to cancun, spending too much money on chocolate on St. Valentine’s day. He wanted the lazy sunday lie-ins, brunch by the seafront, to carry all of her bags when she went shopping. He wanted bad movie dates, to get soaked in the rain with her and give her his jacket, to order an extra set of fries at dinner in case she changed her mind and tried to eat his. He wanted the movie trope romance, all the good and all the bad because Hercules wanted so badly to be loved by Megara the way he was beginning to fall in love with her. He shut his eyes and pictured her standing alone on the dance floor with tears in her eyes, now he felt like the monster for leaving her there. 

“Oh Megara-- you are my weakness…” he sighed to himself, swirling the liquid around his glass. He was conflicted, on one side Hercules wanted nothing to do with her anymore. To rip off the bandaid and cut all ties… but on the other side he knew he could not let her be bound to Hades for the rest of her life. No matter what her part was in his Uncle’s plan being held by your will was an extortionate price to pay for asking a God for a favor. He couldn’t walk away from the situation knowing that harm could come to his dear, dear, Megara. If nothing else she deserved a clean slate, even if that meant their flirtationship would never evolve to anything more. Even if it meant she would run away to Tasmania and he would never see her again, helping her was the only option he had. 

Hercules downed the liquor with a quick flick of his wrist and hissed as the alcohol ran down his throat, leaving behind a burning sensation. He had no time to wallow in his own emotions and self-pity, if his Uncle was truly coming for him and if he wanted to save Megara from the fate he barely escaped as a child he needed to act fast. Prepare, train, find allies, create an impenetrable plan that would stop his Uncle once and for all-- and most importantly ensure Megara would be safe and sound. He stood up, grasping at the wall for balance and wobbled his way towards the desk at the end of his room, reaching for a pad of paper and a pen he began to write exactly how he was feeling before he forgot. 

When he was finished he folded up the letter and placed it in a small white envelope to deliver it the next morning. He kicked off his shoes and closed the blinds in his bedroom seeing the sky begin to change from a light purple to a bright orange in the distance indicating dawn-- how long had been up? He flopped onto the bed still in his shirt, socks and trousers and begged for sleep. Just a few hours left of normality before he would get up and start his new mission: Destroy Hades. 

Dear Megara, 

Aplogises for not contacting you sooner I wanted to text you but the temptation to call you was too great… and I didn’t think that would be wise for me to do at this time.

I wanted to apologise for ditching you at the gala. It was wrong of me to act so rash and leave you there. I was in shock. Finding out my uncle wants to harm me was a hard pillow to swallow but finding out you have working with him was what really stung. I understand the nature of your agreement and I apologise for how he chooses to make his demands – I promise not all gods are as cruel. 

What I really wanted to confess to you is perhaps why I reacted the way I did. You see Megara… I was falling for you hard, fast and stupid. I would have done anything you asked me to, which in hindsight is probably better that you know this now rather than earlier. This is why I felt so betrayed and why I was so hurt. I guess what I am trying to say is that I think I was in love with you – and I foolishly thought you might have been in love with me too. 

I will keep my word and try to save your soul from Hades, you deserve better than to be treated like a pawn in a game between Gods. Please understand why I cant see you anymore. 

I am sorry that it has to be this way. I hope that I can retrieve what is rightfully yours so you have the power to make your own choices once again. Hold onto that hope if you find it difficult. 

Thank you for the light you brought into my world . I will miss your smile. 

All my best, 

Hercules.

[crowdedimagines]

Baby Dobrik - David Dobrik

word count: 1761 an// this gif has nothing to do with this story, david’s just cute af

“I need help.” I whisper into the phone, waiting for a response.

“What’s going on? Are you okay, (Y/n)?” Liza says without hesitation.

“I’m fine. Can you come over?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m on my way.”

“Can you do me one more thing?” I ask, trying to remain calm.

“Yeah, whatever you need.”

“A pregnancy test.”

“I’ll be there as fast as I can.” I can hear the background noise of her getting in her car, “I love you, (Y/n). Don’t panic.”

“I love you too, Liza.”

I will always be thankful for the relationship that Liza and I have. Everyone assumed once I started dating David that we hate each other’s guts. That is far from the case. We were all friends before anyone dated. Liza is not in a place in her life right now where she can have a boyfriend.

David has moved past that. It took time but we ended up together. We’ve been friends forever, but one night we were drunk beyond belief and one thing led to another. We decided after that that we both wanted a relationship. Liza has been both our friends through all of it.

It doesn’t take long for Liza to show up at David’s house. It’s just me here, the house is quiet. Too quiet for my liking.

“(Y/n)?” Liza asks, walking through the front door that I had unlocked when I opened the garage gate.

“Hi.” I smile slightly but it’s more of a courtesy than of being thrilled.

“I got it.” She hands me a brown paper bag and joins me on the couch. “Are you sure?”

“No. That’s why I need this.” I shrug before shaking the bag to gesture to it. “My period is over two and a half weeks late. I’ve also been throwing up every morning this week. David thinks I am getting the flu. I didn’t put two and two together until right before I called you.”

It’s weird sometimes to see Liza so serious. She always adds humor to everything that she does, it’s something that I love about her. Even she doesn’t have a joke for this. The only other time I’ve seen her like this is when she opened up about her mental health.

“No matter what the results, you are going to be okay.” She places a reassuring hand on my knee.

“The last thing that David needs right now is a kid.” I place my face in my hands, “His career is doing so well. I don’t want to be the thing that ruins that.”

“You won’t be ruining it, and if David sees it that way he’s not the man that either of us thought he was. It’s not just his opinion that matters. How do you feel?”

I can feel my eyes slowly starting to water.

“I want to be a mom, but I didn’t want it this soon. It’s not what I expected for my life right now, but I can’t help but get excited with the thought.”

I ramble while she nods, understanding where I am coming from completely.

“Go in there and pee on that stick. I’ll be out here no matter what the results are.”

I hop off the couch and go into David and I’s shared bathroom. Three minutes pass and the timer on my phone makes me jump. The stick is face down on the counter. I take a few deep breaths before I can stomach flipping it over. Either way, I can find happiness. I know I can.

Positive.

I walk back into the living room. Liza notices and immediately sets her phone down.

“Am I going to be an Auntie?” She asks with a smile.

“You are.” I smile.

She jumps up and pulls me into a hug. She’s jumping up and down and pulls me with her.

“I know this isn’t when you wanted this to happen but it’ll be good! This baby is going to end up being a blessing, just you wait!”

“I know, I know!”

Liza stays for a while and I make lunch for us. We talk about the baby, and how the rest of the vlog squad is going to react. We also talk about how David is going to react.

“I just hope he is as excited as me. I was worried at first, being so young, but now I can’t wait to be a mom.” I smile.

“I’m home!” David yells, he kicks off his shoes at the front door. “Hey Liza, I didn’t know you were coming over today.”

He walks over and stands next to me at his table.

“Last minute thing.” Liza insists. “But I think I’m heading home now.”

She gets up from the table once he comes into the house.

“It was great spending today with you.” She places a hand on my arm.

“Thank you for coming over.”

I pull her in for a hug and walk her to the door.

“Good luck. Text me everything.” She whispers, “If you need anything, I’m a phone call away.”

“Thank you, Liza.”

She waves before walking out of the house. I walk over to find David in the living room now.

“Hey, how was your day?” I ask, sitting down next to him. I swing my legs onto his lap, and he sets his phone

“Good. I think I got some good content at Zane’s with Jason. We did this bit with the flamethrower.” He starts laughing to himself thinking about it.

“I’m sure that’ll be great.” I smile.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks, picking up on me acting more quiet than usual.

“Yeah, I actually need to tell you something.” I sit up, tucking my legs underneath me.

“Am I going to like where this is heading?” He starts absentmindedly spinning one of the rings around his finger.

“I honestly don’t know. I hope so. I think it’s good.” I laugh nervously.

“Should I film a reaction? Is it good?” He gets a goofy grin on his face but I can tell that he’s still nervous.

“Yeah, I think it’s great. You might have a different reaction.”

He grabs his camera and starts recording. This could go either way. He’s either going to get great footage of him first finding out about our child or he’s going to get our downfall.

“Close your eyes.” I smile.

“Really?” He groans. “Do I have to?”

“Yes, because if you don’t you won’t believe me.”

He reluctantly closes his eyes. I quickly run to the bathroom to grab the pregnancy test. I come back to find him with his eyes still closed.

“Hold out your hands.”

“(Y/n)” He groans out my name before holding out two shaky hands.

I place the small plastic stick in his hands. The small plastic stick that holds our whole future.

He peeks his eyes open to see the test.

“You’re joking.” He laughs, not believing me.

“I’m not.” I can’t wipe the tight-lipped smile off of my face.

“Seriously?” I nod, “Deadass?”

I nod yet again. He doesn’t say anything for a second. Instead, he tackles me on the couch.

“Oh my god! We’re having a baby!” He yells.

I can’t help but laugh along with him. He’s still hugging me into the couch, the camera long forgotten.

“I love you.” He peppers kisses all along my face. “I can’t believe you didn’t know if I would think this was good!”

“I don’t know! I was unsure at first, we’re so young.” We pull away a bit so we can see each other’s faces but not so far that we aren’t touching.

“Yeah, but so were my parents. We’ll figure it out, I couldn’t be more happy to do this with you though.” He grins. It gives me butterflies seeing him get so excited about this. I feel bad for even doubting him in the first place.

“We’re having a baby.” I whisper.

“We’re having a baby.” He reaffirms.

I lean in and press my lips against his. We’re both smiling too much to really focus on the kiss. He scoots down on the couch and presses a kiss to my stomach.

“Hey, we’re still recording.” I laugh and point to the camera which had been forgotten.

“Welcome to the vlog squad Baby Dobrik.” I say with a laugh.

David rests his head on on my stomach just getting close. He’s whispering super quietly, I can’t even hear most of what he’s saying

“So, is this what it’s going to be like for the next nine months?” I ask, rolling my eyes.

“Yes, you two are bonding all the time. I’m taking all the time I can get,” He says with a smug grin.

I reach forward and grab his camera and turn it off.

“Looks like you’re going to have the best clickbait yet.”

“No.” He shakes his head, “At least not for a while, I want this to be between just us for as long as I can. Our baby.”

“Well, us and Liza.” I smile.

“Liza already knows?” He asks, shocked.

“Yes! She brought me the pregnancy test.” I point to the test to that is no just sitting on his table.

“Okay, next time please just come to me. I promise you have nothing to worry about. I love you so much.”

“Next time? Already planning on knocking me up again?” I joke.

“Maybe, we can’t just have one kid!” David says af it’s the most obvious thing ever.

“How many kids do you think were having?” I ask with a laugh. It’s fun talking about this with him. We’ve talked about the future together but never children.

“At least two.” He shrugs.

“Two I can handle. I already have my hands full with you, can’t have too many kids.” I poke him in the side.

“Hey!”

“Kidding kidding!”

“So I told my best friend, you can tell yours.” I say, “It’s only fair.”

“My best friend already knows.” He sits up.

“What?”

“Yeah, she’s the one carrying my child.” His face flushes for a second, slightly embarrassed.

“That was so cheesy, bub!” I coo over him.

“Alright, shut up.” He tries to push me away from my affections.

“Hey! You can’t tell a pregnant woman to shut up!”

“This is going to be a long nine months.” He groans back, repeating my earlier words back to me.

“I know, but at the end we get a baby.” I remind. He shakes his head again in disbelief and awe.

“Baby Dobrik.”

[rainecloud020604]

Hey,how many angel/demon ocs to you have? Could you please tell us about them,please? it's fine if not,i understand ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

alrighty take a seat and lemme start with my angel ocs uwu

Universo - so far my fave out of the angels- shush! guys been through a lot and honestly so far other than dealing with a target on his back he and Anthony are engaged now and currently taking care of both Penn and Daisy. (well i mean- guess its Daisy at the moment ROSE)

Damion - Universo’s older brother, kind hearted guy who messes with dreams, currently living with his father and mother along with his fiance, guy aint the fighting type like his brother. more of a healer than a fighter

Nicolas - a small warrior angel who spends a lot of his time running around the place hunting rogue angels and making sure they are removed of their wings, guy is very polite and is really kind and happy for someone who believes he lacks a real purpose.

Josiah - kind guy who used to be in a trio with Nicolas and Christine, nowadays he sticks with Christine out of fear of her turning on him like she did Nicolas, calling him a traitor and is after him. currently stressed and honestly just wants his friends to get along again, hes not really the violent type

Christine - hates, absolutely LOATHES Nicolas’ existence, she wants to cut off his wings for just leaving the group and going on his own,  she thinks he’s helping the enemy and is up to something. She’s currently at risk of losing her own wings and doesnt believe it.

Elizabeth - a gal with a pure heart, ages and ages old. She has a whole bunch of small flaming rock creatures that she keeps close because of an old friend of hers is embodied in them, so she’s never alone, a motherly figure that once she sees you need help, good luck convincing her you dont really need it

Suisei - a blind angel, a certain demon gouged his eyes out and nowadays is terrified of everything, he’s scared of leaving heaven, but who knows, sometimes when you cant see you end up tripping, and falling...

Marrisa - she’s a rogue angel which constantly taunts Nicolas for not being able to do his job right, she still has her wings and goes in the angelic class, she was a guardian angel but....that all changed when she didnt do her job and allowed for someone to slaughter the family she was watching

demon oc time:”D

Lieutenant Hugs - mainly has a human appearance but in reality is a demon that appears to look like black essence, where her extra arms come from at times, she has abandonment issues, behind that smile and open arms is a lot more than sunshine and rainbows

Rainecloud - a staff wielding cat demon who honestly can kick ass! but recently retired as a mother so its rare to find her fighting like she used to, she used to go to other dimensions to fight because she liked it, used to be a heavy drinker as well, nowadays she likes to leave her past behind and keep her friends and family close

Rainie - Rainecloud’s other half so to say, an axe wielding psychopath who enjoys killing, finds it to be a game, very playful gal, a smile that never leaves and grows at the sight of a dead body, she honestly aint one known for showing mercy

Skye - Rainecloud’s sister, this lil pupper gal being sweet as can be and highly energetic and happy all the time, she is very sweet until you cross a boundary, then the sword comes out

Charles - he’s a bit of a hothead, honestly has a past he’d rather just let rot there, hates other demons, after being forced into a war, paying a high price for leaving it, its very clear why, nowadays he spends his days with his husband and daughter as a family, sometimes visits friends in other worlds, pretty rare though

Cheese - a gal who honestly has a personality made to drive you away, has so many wall built up, sold her soul for a complex revenge plan against some people and ended up being cheated out of it, it killing her best friend and the moment she spoke out against it she was turned into a demon, hates her home being inkwell, never wants to go back

Beat - friendly guy, a music demon who is found at bars and stage performances, just wanting to hear what he is tied to, his job is to well, drag people into hell when they play a certain song for too long...

Keith - absolute prick who smokes, past he likes to keep shut, can turn into a monster at the sight of blood, a best friend he pushed away a long time ago because something in him made him try and forget emotions, emotions make one weak you know?

Yami - a super hyper and sweet demon gal who honestly doesnt know what she is capable of, she is about 1′4′’ ands honestly the moment she decides your shoulder is comfortable good luck getting her off, she sticks to everything, super fast, super strong as well! she cant fly yet due to how underdeveloped her wings are at the moment but one day she might be able to, at the moment she is happy with Troy and Artsy, her family now.

Hallie - gals been through a lot, abusive mother, horrible treatment, luckily she’s away from that all now, happy that she’s free! happy she feels safe with Teekee.... smokes occasionally, always wears long sleeves, a kind and happy gal, a bit of a flirt with who she chooses

Trebble - daughter of the devil, sweet as can be and suffered a lot of abuse and neglect from her father, luckily being in a better place with her godfather Anomy whom she likes to call dad, lots of connections with people, kind of heat but you’d be surprised what she does in her free time, just what her dad does you know?

Alphie - this little guy being Tricia’s underboss is known for being that lives off of flesh, Tricia lets his dispose of the bodies and take care of special cases she doesnt handle herself. he honestly hates Rainie, they both have a small fued between each other and when it gets in the way of business it pisses Tricia off

Judith - a drug dealer who has a thing for murdering customers, she has a certain obsession with an ex and detective Milo who put her in prison at one point, unfortunately for Milo she isnt behind bars anymore and is back with her usual business.

Myrina - a formal demon warrior who currently fled home with her son Otoko and went to a place that would be safer for him instead of him being taken from her because he “held her back” according to some demons, she’ll do anything to protect her child so dont try anything.

Otoko - a small bab who is about a year old, bright and cheerful and just loves his mother

Riku - an earth demon tribe leader, currently at a young age and is responsible for leading his small and shrinking tribe. he luckily isnt stressed from is and has time to be a kid but with what is to happen soon, who knows how that could change him

of course there are the kinda demon i guess?? list;

Hood - half demon, basically a host, battling memory loss and fighting for control. she’s a vigilante who is talented as all hell with a bow and arrow, nimble and agile as can be. just back away when she loses control. 

Lime - he aint aware that he’s part demon, his father was a demon, a guy who’s had it tough, hates authority with a passion. and interdimensional thief who has a thing for shinies 

Rob - guy might have angel wings but i promise you those arent his. a demonic shapeshifter. a cross breed, the guy is really sweet and kind, unaware of what he used to be...luckily

Sketch - a demon mimic, gals got a tough past, abused to the point where she forgot how to feel emotions and lost the ability to feel touch and pain. nowadays just trying to find a goddamn job after she stopped working for a gang. 

Tricia - a gang leader who absolutely lacks a heart in the slightest, no redeeming her, a huge dislike for children leading her to abandoning her own child and wanting to kill her niece Trebble. currently trying to get back her test subject Artsy and working with another being Sonya...

ocs that were mentioned but do not belong to me!

Anthony, Troy, Penn and Daisy - @flowerrose14

Anomy - @elementalgod-aj

[fatrainbowmermaidunicorn]

PROMPT GAME #1

Totally unedited and I have to cut the storyline a little short, because well, its supposed to be a drabble. Ahahah ❤ and I decided to combine all promts you requested into one.

"Seriously Jeon? You have fucked everyone else and now you are finding girls in my home?" Y/N sighed and walked passed the shirtless male, grinnibg with his mouth full of cereal. Her cereal, in her house, using her bowl.

"Not my fault your roomate is hot," he winks, totally shameless about the fact that he and her so called roomate keep the whole house, specifically her, since shes the only other person in there anyway, awake all night, with their disgusting activities. Endless activities. "Cereal?"

Y/N rolled her eyes and grab the half eaten bowl and throw in the sink.

"No thanks, and thanks for offering, since that is my cereal in the first place. Now that you have disgraced this house, would you please get out so I can comfort my roomate when she realizes what an asshole you are and what a mistake she made?"

"Aww, come on Y/N why so grumpy? Someone not getting any?" Jungkook smirk, slipping on his shirt, thank god. He might be an asshole, but hes an asshole with a bod! And its hard to be snarky with his hard pecs staring back at her.

"Ive been getting plenty on my own, thanks," Y/N rolles her eyes again. "And I rather be dead than being with you in the same bed Jeon,"

"Oh come on Y/N, I know you wish I want you. Hey, maybe I do. Wanna gove it a try?" He winks, taunting her.

"Just get the fuck out Jeon," Y/N open the door and crossed her arms, waiting for Jungkook to walk himself out.

"Okay, okay, no need to be so hostile," he laughs and walks out. "See you babe. Just call me if you change your mind, I'll make time for you," he laughs before the door slammed at his back.

The rivalry between Y/N and Jungkook started so long ago that even Y/N cant remember how it even started or if its even relevant anymore. But what she knows is that she hates that fuckboy's guts. Walking around like he owbs the damn campus. Well, maybe it started whe Jungkook pull her braids at the playground when they were 5 or maybe it didnt. It doesnt matter anyway. What natters is that Y/N hates him.

Whole heartedly.

/////

"Ouch!" Y/N turns around as her hand hit a solid rock. A rock that makes a sound. Wait, what rock?

Theres an intruder in her bed!

Y/N freaks out and immediately sits up, a massive headache attacking her head like sharp needles before she takes in her surrounding.

This is not my room.

And I am definitely not alone.

Not just not alone... Y/N turns her head slowly and nervously to the side and screamed out when she sees Jungkook rubbing his head, evidence of being hit by her hand earlier, naked, only with a blanket covering his bottom half.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Geez woman, stop shouting. Its like too early for this," Jungkook rubs his eyes and yawns, totally unbothered by the fact that they are in bed together and naked.

"Get out! What are you doing in my bed?! What did you do to me?" Y/n starts hitting him.

"Yah! Stop it!" Jungkook catches her hands and hold it tight. "First of all, this is my bed. So the question you should ask is, what are you doing in my bed?" Jungkook smirked. "And second, you dont remember?"

"Remember what? What did you do to me?! I couldnt have done this on my own free will! Never!"

"Oh sweetheart, think it long and hard and maybe you will remember," he grins and lays back on the headboard, totally relax.

Y//N scrunched her nose, trying to remember, and slowly everything came back to her.

"I cant believe I missed the dateline for my Math project!" Y/N wailed to her friend. "Im so stressed oit. Urghhh!"

"Then I have good news my friend. Theres a party happening tonight, and I heard its gonna be big. Everyone is invited,"

"Then I'm in!"

"Wow, you are really stressed out. Nerdy Y/N saying yes to a party without hesitation? Amazing,"

/////

"Wow, never seen you at a party before," Jungkook grins towards Y/N as he sits on the kitchen counter of the packed house, a bottle of beer in his hand. "This is usually my forte,"

"Pissed off Jeon. Why are you everywhere," Y/N slurred, losing balance and almost fell if Jungkook didnt catch her.

"And definitely never seen you this drunk before," Jungkook helped to steady her. "Actually, I have never ever seen you drink, at all. Are you alone? Who did you come with?" Jungkook looked around, concerned etched on his face. "Lets just sober you up a little then I'll send you home okay?"

Jungkook held her shoulders and bring her upstairs, to his room. Its such luck that the party is being held at his frat house. His room is off limits to everyone, but this is an emergencu. Hes not going to leave Y/N downstairs to be taken advantage by all the guys at the party. He knows the guys. He is one of them. But he will never let anything happen to Y/N.

Not Y/N.

"Just lie down here. Ill take some water for you okay?" Jungkook places her on his bed, covering her with a blanket.

"Nooo, dont go," Y/N pulls him, making him fall on her and giggles. "Wow, you are so handsome," she traces his face with her fingers.

"You are definitely drunk Y/N," he laughs, he hinself a little tipsy.

"No, I am not. Hey Jeon... Why do I hate you again?" Y/N stares into his eyes, not letting her grip on him go.

"I-I dont know.." Jungkook whispered. He knows its wrong. Y/N is definitely drunk, and he himself is intoxicated. And they hate each other, dont they? Atleast thats what Y/N been telling him, but Jungkook hasnt been hating her for the longest time already. Its actually quite the opposite.

"Jungkook?"

"Y/N?"

And as Y/N pulls his face, connecting their lips together, the rest of the night is history.

/////

"Fucking. Hell..."

"So I take it you remember?" Jungkook grins.

"I was drunk! You took advantage of me!" Y/N screamed making Jungkook laughed. So dramatic.

"Me?! You are the one who make the first move! You took advantage of me! Besides, its not so bad. I made you feel good," he winks. "We both kinda win here,"

"Urghhh, shut up!" Y/N quickly stands up and collect her clothes which is strewn all over the room, hastily putting it on, all the while mumbling like crazy. "Not a word of this to anyone! Oh God, I cant believe this happened! I an serious Jeon, no word to anyone!"

Jungkook laugh and made a swear sign with his hand.

"I swear. I wont tell anyone. Although are you sure? I know you want to gloat on how good I made you feel," he laughs more.

"Shut the fuck up! Urghhhh," she threw a pillow to his head, missing him by an inch, making him laugh more as Y/N scurried away.

"Thanks for the night!"

"Fuck off!" Y/N screamed out and slammed the door, leaving Jungkook still laughing on the bed, mumbling to himself, smiling.

You are such a pain in my ass, it actually hurts to fucking love you Y/N. If only you knew how I feel.

/////

Eversince that fateful morning, it seems like Jungkook is everywhere. She cant seems to shake him away. Grinning, waving, annoying her...

Y/N never told anyone about that night of course. She doesnt want to be knows as another one of Jungkook's girls, or his latest victim. Jungkook is someone she despise and thats the extend of their relationship. And she would like to keep it that way.

But fate of course have another plan and her science teacher partnered her up with Jungkook, as part of the mentor - protege program hes trying. A good student oartnered up woth a less performing on, in hopes it could help each other. Worse, after weeks ignoring him and asking him to do his own thing, the class is assigned with a project, something Y/N could never run from. And that is how she is in the library, sitting beside a grinning Jungkook.

"We are finishing this project as fast as we can and thats it,"

"Oh come on Y/N. Cant we atleast be friends?" Jungkook grins, teasing her. "Afterall, you have seen me nak-"

"Shut up!" Y/N quickly covers his mouth. "What are you trying to do? Telling everyone we hooked up? It was a drunken mistake okay!"

Jungkook laughs and mumble to himself. So cute.

"What?"

"Nothing. I didnt say anything," he smiles and shrugs.

"Look Jungkook, I'm serious okay? This marks are important to me. Lets just do thia properly and be serious about it. I will divide the work load so we can do it on our own time and we can meet uo eve-"

Y/N was cut off when his lips landed on her and he grins.

"What the hell did you just do?!" Y/M hissed, looking around to see if anybody noticed. "Didnt I tell you just now? You cant just go around kissing people! I mean, I know you are a manwhore but thats not how the rest of the human world works! Stop being a-"

Another kiss.

"Jeon Jungkook!"

"I only kissed you because you were talking too much," he smile, bunny teeth showing, chin olaces in the palm of his hand that is laced together, looking at her.

"I-uh..."

"See, it works. You are finally speechless," Jungkook smile got wider. "Lets get to work shall we?"

/////

The project did bring Jungkook and Y/N closer together. They can be now considered somewhat... friends?

"So.. do you still hate me?" Jungkook asks as they are having coffee together after submitting their final project.

"Well.. hate is a strong word Jeon," Y/N smile. "And I think I am getting used to you. But I still dont like you," she giggled.

"Well, I'll take that," Jungkook smile. "Uh.. hey.. do you want to go to the dance with me?" His voice laced with nervousness.

Y/N was surprised by his question. Is Jungkook asking her out?

"I-I mean, as friends? To celebrate our new friendship?"

"Whatt? Does the great Jeon Jungkook has no date for the dance?" She laughs.

"Hey, I spend all my time doing this project with you. I got your nerd aura all over me okay," Jungkook smile. "So will you?"

"Yeah," Y/N smiles. "Yeah, why not,"

/////

"Hey Minji, I have to meet up with my professor, kts a last minute thing. If Jungkook came can you tell him to wait? Please?" Y/N shouted to her roomate as she rushed to the door.

"Jungkook? Wait, you are going to the dance with Jungkook?" Minji raised an eyebrow.

"Y-yeah. He asked me. Wait, you are okay with that right? You said hes only a one night stand right?" Y/N stopped in her tracks.

"Of course. It was a mutual understanding. Im only surprised because I didnt know you two still hang out. And he never brings a date to a dance. And dont you hate him or something?" Minji questioned, hands crossed on her chest.

"Well, lets just say hes changed," Y/N smiles. "My phone is out of battery but I'll be back in a jiffy. Let Jungkook know ok? Thanks, love you!" Y/N waves off and went out.

Lets just see if Jungkook truly changed Y/N-ah. A fuckboy will forever be a fuckboy. And if you think a nerd like you can chabge him instead of someone like me, you are dead wrong. Minji smirks.

/////

"Oh hi Kookie, what are you doing here?" Minji gave him a sultry smile as she opened the door to see Jungkook looking dashing in a tuxedo, flowers in hand. He even get Y/N her favorite. How tentative. Minji rolled her eyes.

"Im here to pick up Y/N. For the dance?" Jungkook smile.

"Oh no," Minji puts a hand on her chest, brows furrowing in sadness. "I am sorry to hear that, but Y/N left,"

"Left? But I'm her date?"

"Kookie, I am so sorry. I dont know how to say this. But she was so happy she managed to tricked you. She said its some kind of revenge and that you are stupid to believe she would actually be friends let alone go to the dance with you?"

"W-what? N-no. Y/N couldnt... could she?" Jungkook's face pained as the clutch on the flowers loosen and drop to the floor.

"I am so sorry..." Minji carressed his face. "But hey.." he pulls him to the sofa and scoot closer. "I can make you feel better and forget about her,"

/////

Y/N almost ran home. Shes ao excited and she needs to get ready, to look good for Jungkook. She dont know why she have to, but she just wanted to. And shes late.

She happily pushed open her door, a wide smile on her face, which immediately dissapear once she is greeted with the image of Jungkook being balls deep inside her roommate, on the couch... in the middle of the fucking living room. He cant even find the decency to take ger to the room atleast? Knowing she lives here too?

"W-what?"

"Y/N?" Jungkook was shocked and immediately pull out, scouring for his boxers and slipped it on.

"What the hell?! You cant even wait for a few minutes without fucking anyone?!"

"You bailed! I thought you left. And what do you care? Arent I just some kind of revenge?" Jungkook smirked.

"What are you talking about?! Bail?!I was meeting my professor! I told Minji this. To tell you! And what revenge?!"

"Wait, what?" Realization suddenly hits him as he turns to face Minji who is smirking. "You lied? You bitch!"

"Hey, dont be mad at me. If you can just keep it in your pants this wont happen," she shrugs. "Y/N, I am just trying to show you that fuckboys will never change. Just one lie and hes already fucking someone else! How can you be wih him?"

"Shut the fuck up you lying manipularive bitch!" Jungkook yelled at her, trying to control his temper. But he knows Minji is not important right now. Y/N is. "Y/N listen to me, I can explain. Minji.. she said-"

"It doesnt matter Jungkook. Minji is right. Just one lie from her is all it needed for you to start sleeping with someone else?"

"Y/N, no. Its not like that. I was hurt. I was-"

"Save it Jeon," Jungkook stopped at the nickname. It felt so cold. He took a step forward, lurching for her arm but Y/N pull back immediately.

"Stop. Fucking. Touch. Me!" Y/N yelled. "Minji is right. Fuckboy never changed, get out Jeon,"

"Y/N-"

"Why should I care anyway right, we are just friends," Y/N angrily wipe her tears. "Maybe not even friends," she stormed off into the room, slamming the door, leaving Jungkook to pick up the pieces of broken heart.

/////

"Go away!"

"I am going to annoy you, follow you around until you talk to me. Until you forgive me. I dont care what it takes, or who knows how desperate I am!" Jungkook followed her around like a pupoy around campus for a whole three months now. Never once did he gives up. Y/N has finally had enough. The whole campus heard about how Jeon Jungkook, the campus player is now whipped and chasing some nerd. Y/N cant already tolerate the endless flowers, chocolates, gifts, texts and phonecalls that he sent everyday, but following her around, all day and all night? For three whole month? Its too much.

"Why wont you give up?! We were not even friends to begin with!"

"I am never giving you up. Ever!"

"Seriously. Why?! The fuck, why?!" Y/N has reached her limit, screaming in the middle of campus to the campus player, not caring to maintain her cool anymore.

"Fine, you wanna know so bad? Its because I fucking love you L/N Y/N! I have love you for so many years eventhough you hated me! And now that I have the chance to be in your life I am not gonna let some manipulating bitch ruined it for me! I want you and I am not gonna stop until I get you!" Jungkook's chest heaved from his confession. "Got your answer now?"

"N-no," Y/N shakes her head, eyes searching his. "It cant be. We hated each other!"

"I dont. I never did. I dont even know why you hate me? Ia it because I pulled your braids when we were 5?" Jungkook smiles. "That just means I like you Y/N. And I have never stopped since,"

"B-but all the girls you have been with? You are the campus player!"

"Its only to get you attention," he bunny grins. "I gor your attention when I slept with your roommate and I have stopped ever since Y/N. Please, believe me. I love you,"

"B-but-"

"Please Y/N," Jungkook kneeled down and hold her hands, in the middle of the busy campus. "I wont stop until you say yes. I will follow you. I will tell you everyday I love you. I will call you, text you, I wi-"

Y/N cuts him off by pulling him up, grinning, tears in her eyes.

"Serioualy Jeon, you are so annoying,just kiss me already," she grins, hands holding the back of his neck, making Jungkook smile with his bunny grin, love in his eyes.

"With pleaseure my love,"

[saxonspud]

Outcast - Chapter 16

“No!” Susan screamed, “I won’t allow it! It’s… It’s barbaric!”

Susan stood in Dutch’s tent, glaring at him. Hosea looked on, his face expressionless.

“It’s what she wants, Susan,” Dutch replied, his voice hardly above a whisper, “it’s all she wants. If we don’t do this for her, we may as well have left her up in the mountains.”

Dutch sat on his cot, his fingers raking through his hair.

“I need you with me on this, all of you. You’re the only ones I trust to make sure she pulls through afterwards.”

Hosea, put his hand on Dutch’s shoulder, “we are,” he looked at Susan, “aren’t we Susan?”

Susan sighed, reluctantly, “yes, I suppose so.”

As Susan and Hosea left his tent, Dutch put his head in his hands. Was he really doing the right thing? After talking with Charles, he hadn’t had the chance to speak to you. You’d already headed back to your tent, no doubt with someone else’s assistance. He found out this morning, much to his relief, it had been one of the girls.

Josiah, had already realised that something wasn't right, and he’d headed back to his bolthole in Rhodes.

Everyone else, had enjoyed the party, singing along to Javier's guitar until the early hours of the morning. Dutch hadn’t minded, he couldn’t sleep anyway. Not after what Charles had told him.

You had chosen him, to do this. Because you trusted him, because you wanted to be with him, not just for now, but for good, for life.

Dutch couldn’t deny he was attracted to you. He had been the day he saw you. The only person before now, who he’d even considered spending the rest of his life with, was Annabelle. If he didn't do this, he would lose you. He wasn’t prepared to do that. Did that mean he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He honestly didn't know, but he felt something. He definitely more than liked you. He wanted to care fore you.

Dutch stood up, straightened his clothes, and opened the tent flaps. He looked across camp, and saw Charles, chopping wood. He walked straight over to him, with purpose.

“Charles!” he greeted.

Charles stopped chopping the wood, and looked at Dutch, waiting for him to speak.

“I want you to make the arrangements, anything you need, get it.”

Charles put the axe down, and nodded. “I can probably get everything organised for this evening, or tomorrow,” he stated.

Dutch nodded, “Thank you Charles, for everything.”

Dutch headed towards your tent. You currently had no idea of his discussions, with Hosea, Susan and Charles. As far as you were concerned, you were alone, stuck with the mark of the serpent. You couldn’t allow your curse to be passed onto to anyone your cared about.

Dutch opened the tent flap slightly

“Nizhoni?” He called gently, looking into the tent.

You sat on the cot, cross-legged. You squinted, it had become a bit of a habit. You knew who it was, the recognisable voice, the scent.

You looked up, but didn’t speak.

Dutch walked in, and sat on the edge of your cot.

He looked down at the floor, then he looked at you, “Nizhoni? Are you sure you want this? Want me to do this? I know what it means.”

You looked into his dark brown eyes, “Dutch take serpent?” you asked.

Dutch nodded, “If that's what you want, if you want me to do it, I will,” he whispered.

Tears started to pool in your eyes, “Nizhoni want only Dutch. Dutch like Nizhoni?” you asked.

Dutch took a deep breath, “No Nizhoni, I don't like you, I love you. If I didn't, I wouldn’t be doing this.”

You nodded, “Dutch good man, Nizhoni choose well.”

Dutch smiled, “do you need anything?”

You shook your head, “Nizhoni rest.”

Dutch nodded, “I’ll come and get you, when its time,”

“When is time?” you asked.

Dutch stood up, “soon, Charles is preparing what we need,” he whispered.

You watched him as he left your tent. You felt a tightness in your chest, you weren't expecting.

You wanted this, but there was no denying, you were afraid. Afraid of the pain, afraid it would some how kill you. The only thing you weren't afraid of, was that you had chosen the right man.

The camp was quiet and somewhat subdued for the rest of the day. Word had filtered down, and everyone knew what was going to happen. No one had ever seen anything like this before. There were fears that you could die, and despite not having known you for long, no one wanted that.

Susan had busied herself, getting medical supplies ready. The girls had given her space, as she seemed to be more snappy than usual.

Even Sean had remained fairly quiet. Probably because Karen had told him to be. All of the women had taken a liking to you, and knowing what you had been through so far, none of them felt this was very fair, even if it was what you wanted.

Of course no one said anything out loud. This was Dutch’s choice, and no one would gainsay him. They were all too fiercely loyal.

Around mid-day Charles was seen hitching his horse, returning from where-ever it was he had been. There was an urgency in his step, as he strode across the camp. Unusual for Charles, as he was usually so relaxed and calm.

He found Dutch, sitting on a chair outside of his tent. He appeared to be reading.

“Sorry to interrupt, Dutch,” Charles began.

Dutch looked up, “you’re not, I can’t seem to concentrate today,” he huffed. “Is everything going to plan… for later?” he asked hesitantly as he closed his book and placed it on the table.

Charles shook his head, “Not exactly. I went into Valentine. There are bounty posters up all over. Pictures of Nizhoni,” he hesitated, “she’s wanted for the murder of a soldier and his sister.”

Charles pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. A bounty poster, which he unfolded.

“It says she was last seen with two notorious members of the Van Der Linde gang, Dutch Van Der Linde and Arthur Morgan, who are thought to still be in the area.”

Dutch stood up, and grabbed the poster, reading it for himself.

“Did you see any bounty hunters or Pinkertons?” he asked.

Charles nodded, “bounty hunters, most were in the saloon asking questions, a couple coming out of the sheriffs office.

“Fuck!” Dutch growled under his breath, “Where’s Bill, stupid bastard cant do anything right!”

Dutch stormed across camp, looking for Bill. He was supposed to have dealt with Molly, so why did the law think Nizhoni had killed her. They were gonna have to move and fast. He spied Susan by the medical wagon.

“Susan, we’re gonna have to pack up and leave, sharpish!” he hissed.

Susan frowned, “What about Nizhoni, and this...thing you’re supposed to be doing?”

Dutch shook his head, “It’ll have to wait until we’re at the new camp, I’m not having her rattling around in the back of a wagon, if she’s injured like that!”

Susan nodded, “I’ll get everyone to start packing, where are we going?”

Dutch shrugged, “I don't know yet, as far away from Valentine as we can get!”

Dutch walked across camp, still in search of Bill. He needed to find out what the hell he had done, He didn't get much further, when he saw Arthur.

“What's going on Dutch, Susan says we’re packing up?”

Dutch nodded, “bounty hunters are on our trail, and on Nizhoni’s. They think she killed Molly!”

Arthur stared at Dutch, aghast. “I thought Bill had dealt with Molly?”

Dutch rolled his eyes, “as did I, son. As did I. I need you to take Charles, and find us a new camp. Head South, we need to put some distance in between us and Valentine.”

Arthur nodded, “what about Nizhoni, aren’t you supposed to be...”

Dutch shook his head, “you saw what happened the last time she lay in the back of the wagon, I ain’t gonna hurt her anymore than I need to. We’ll do what she wants, when we’re settled.”

Arthur nodded, he was about to head off to find Charles, when Lenny came galloping into camp.

“Where the hell have you been Lenny, and where the hell is Micah!” Dutch growled.

Lenny ran across to where the two men were standing, he was clearly out of breath.

“Micah… He’s been arrested… In Strawberry. They’re gonna hang him… for murder!” he gasped.

“What!” he rolled his eyes, “What the fuck else can go wrong!” he hissed.

Dutch turned to Arthur, “find Charles, find us a new place, then head over to Strawberry and get Micah. Take Lenny with you, to find the new camp, not to Strawberry.”

Arthur scowled, “you seriously want me to break Micah out of jail, he’s an idiot. You know what I think about him!”

Dutch closed his eyes, and sighed deeply, “please Arthur, just do as I ask, I’ve got enough shit to deal with, without you questioning my every move.”

Arthur through his hands in the air, “Ok, but I still think he’s an idiot! C’mon Lenny, we need to find a new camp!”

Dutch sighed again, and stood in the middle of camp, debating whether to continue his search for Bill, to berate him, or to go and talk to you.

He figured that what had happened wouldn't change, whether he spoke to Bill now or later.

He didn't want you to think that he’d changed his mind. He was about to head towards your tent, when he heard Bill behind him.

“Maybe she’s right, maybe she is cursed, maybe she is bringing us bad luck!” he hissed.

Dutch spun round, “You think!” he exploded, “I give you one job, and you cant even do that right. What did you do exactly, and why do they think that Nizhoni killed Molly?”

Bill shrugged, “I broke her neck, and chucked her in the river.”

Dutch shook his head, “You didn't think that if she got washed up, with her neck broke it might lead back to Nizhoni.”

Bill shrugged again, “I didn't think...” he began.

“No Bill, that's you all over, you never think! Now get out of my site before I do something I regret!”

Dutch turned away, shaking his head, trying to calm himself before he reached your tent.

When Dutch entered your tent for the second time that day, you were sleeping.

He knew that you didn't want him to touch you, not until the deed was done, so he gently shook the cot and called your name.

“Nizhoni, sweetheart, wake up,” he called softly.

You slowly roused from your sleep, opening your eyes. Your vision was still impaired, but the blurriness was becoming less. You could see that it was Dutch standing there, able to see his dark hair, rather than just a figure.

You sat up, still slightly groggy.

“I’m sorry Nizhoni, we have to move camp. I wont go back on my word, I’ll still do what you want, but it’ll have to wait until we’re at the new camp,” he explained.

You frowned, “why go. This place good.”

“I know,” he sighed, sitting down on the edge of the cot. He was desperate to touch you, even if it was just to hold your hand, but he knew you wouldn’t want that.

“The sheriff thinks you killed Molly. There are bounty hunters in Valentine, and wanted posters up everywhere. I need to keep you safe,” Dutch concluded.

“Nizhoni not kill Molly!” You wailed.

Dutch nodded, “I know, I know. I just need to keep you safe, then we can get rid of your serpent. You do trust me don’t you?”

“Nizhoni trust Dutch. Dutch take away serpent with fire.” you stated.

“Good,” Dutch replied, “Charles is helping me to prepare, he know about your lores and customs. In the meantime, I’ll ask Abigail or Tilly to help you onto the wagon.

You frowned, “Dutch not tie in back of wagon?”

Dutch chuckled, “No, I’ll not tie you up, you can sit up front with me.”