#my current stable job is the only reason i feel confident in standing up for myself!

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If my parents keep sending me the money they tried using to guilt trip me into not transitioning I’m gonna spend that money on sex toys and go fuck myself 🫡

[fedzkun]

Villain Hunt Arc Meta: All For One’s Horrific Guide to Methodically Breaking Down Your Local OFA Holder

Ft. Turning the ‘Overpoweredness’ of OFA into a Setback, and AFO’s Successful Manipulations Of Midoriya Izuku

In which I also give AFO too much credit for all the pain he’s probably caused, and theorize that his plans to break Izuku actually started getting enacted even before he’d escaped Tartarus.

(A.k.a. me loving the angst because this is really good angst writing, but also hating it because the manga doesn’t come with a Angst with A Happy Ending tag unless you count Izuku’s ‘this is the story of how I became the greatest hero’ which isn’t really a guarantee of happiness )

So. What an arc! In the span of ten chapters (starting from the end of the War arc) Hori delivered a full-on Villain-looking, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku. Congratulations, Horikoshi, for finally introducing Akatani Mikumo!

The fast pacing and lack of breather panels are so fitting for this arc truly. AFO never gave them a moment’s rest. Yes, from henceforth as he’d promised... It’s always going to be his turn.

Izuku is making amazing progress with unlocking the full power of One For All. In his words, his abilities might as well already be on par with what a healthier All Might could do, and with no recoil to boot. Plus, there’s only one last quirk to unlock. For villain fights, I don’t think we need to worry about him losing, or him breaking anymore bones at this time.

Which, some might argue, makes Izuku too ‘OP.’

To start with, I want to talk first about the ‘overpoweredness’ of the One For All quirk. It’s a wonderful quirk truly, having inspired and amazed so many because of its sheer power. Used well, it could grant instant victories and restore the people’s wavering faith to the heroes. Because with a quirk like that on your side, everything’s going to be alright, right? There’s always gonna be that bit of hope that something is still strong enough to stand against the looming evil...right?

Yeah. That’s what the people who’d lived under All Might’s Era of Peace thought so too. History repeats.

OFA’s ‘OP-ness’ is both a great blessing and a great burden.

Here are some points on how the narrative has made OFA's 'overpoweredness' a setback:

1. All For One—that bastard—exploits the urge that comes with OFA. Just as ‘AFO the quirk’s’ goal is to steal OFA, OFA’s job is to defeat AFO, and Izuku is sacrificing himself to its cause.

Here’s another thing I want to point out: The conclusion that the heroes drew about AFO planning to capture Midoriya Izuku alive? In rereading, I’m starting to believe it’s nothing but a mere assumption of his plans. Aside from the deal made with Lady Nagant—of which I think AFO didn’t take seriously anyway and set her up for failure— (and while we as readers are already aware of his true intentions to wear Izuku down) it’s weird that nowhere had AFO directly mentioned to Izuku that he’s going to kidnap him and take his quirk from him.

2. OFA made Izuku so brilliant (e.g. Pros and former Pros alike going “This kid...”) that they really can't help but place all their hopes on him. Sighs. In an ideal world, this would be a dream come true of Izuku getting his due credit for all his heroic achievements Pro heroes have started to do to Izuku what they’ve done all their lives to All Might--which is to put him on the pedestal, while they fall back to cover him like guards/safety net. Hence, falling back to the One Pillar Model mindset.

3. OFA makes Izuku untouchable, not only to the villains, but also to his allies. Prime material to reinforce isolation. And if Izuku doesn't want to be caught, he won't make it easy for either side.

4. OFA IS SUS AF, OKAY? What are the Holders doing?! While gaining access to them makes it easier and convenient to have personal trainers in handling OFA, the vestiges prove to add a lot to Izuku’s mental load. If they’d allowed Izuku to come to the point of being caked with blood and filth, they’re not doing very well at guiding him. Realize that most of their arc interactions with Izuku is Quirk Talk. They, of all people, should know how AFO’s machinations work! Hey First, for the love of god, warn Izuku! He’s showing so many signs of being manipulated that you should be picking up on. please /sobs ;;

Tbf, like, I’m pretty sure that the Holders haven’t been as mentally okay either, which would feed into Izuku’s current mindset.

Now that the setbacks have been listed, let’s dive in to AFO’s plans to toy with Midoriya Izuku.

PHASE 1: Pre-Tartarus Breakout

Speaking of OFA being sus, there’s something that has been niggling at the back of my mind.

All For One basically tells Izuku: “You were my main interest that entire time I was in prison”. So, to pass the time in Tartarus (since he can’t use any(?) of his quirks), AFO has been doing nothing but apparently daydreaming and designing a personal hell for the Ninth Holder during that entire period. HOWEVER, it also made me wonder…

…Even before he’d broken out, had AFO made any moves at all in enacting his plans to break Izuku?

Yeah?

And here’s the kicker: he says that before Blackwhip bursted out.

AFO is a master manipulator. Assuming that Izuku doesn’t have any latent AFO quirk (for whatever reason *coughs* maybe dfo if you're a believer) or that Quirk Singularity has anything to do with it, what is the trigger to Izuku suddenly having access to Blackwhip?

I’d argue that it is All For One himself.

Why? What’s his goal? If you notice during the Joint Training arc, Izuku is feeling pretty confident about his progress. He’s rather happy and feeling blessed, and he is making leaps and bounds with base power OFA.

AFO can’t have that. He can’t allow the Ninth Holder to become too emotionally stable, or else he’d have a stronger will. So by somehow activating Blackwhip, AFO makes Izuku feel like he hasn’t made any progress with his quirk at all. During the evaluations, Izuku mentions that he still needs a lot to work on, and while not all of it is visible, with the way he behaves, it’s pretty evident that his self-confidence has taken a rather large hit.

But, wait! If AFO had tampered with OFA during the JT arc, paving the way to unlocking the rest (like he’d also done during the War arc when he tried to ‘steal’ it then), then wouldn’t AFO be sabotaging himself since he’d be making Izuku a more formidable opponent?

Sure. Except that the quirks inside OFA are mostly useless when it comes to the mental part of the fighting. The only thing they’re useful for is for the current Holder to be able to play keep-away in the physical realm. And AFO could easily just find counters for those through his work on Tomura.

You know how else the situation becomes advantageous for AFO? With every quirk unlocked, Izuku’s goalposts keep on getting away from him, and Izuku will always feel like he isn’t ready or prepared enough. Izuku will push and push himself to master OFA to its fullest, to become more powerful, at the cost of his mental/emotional stability and physical wellbeing as he wears himself down.

And every time Izuku grew more powerful, and became more ‘OP,’ he is burdened with all the aforementioned setbacks that came with it. He could be the most powerful person in the world, but it’s all for naught if he doesn’t take care of himself. This plan is both a high risk and high reward on AFO’s part, and as of the moment, with a bloody Izuku staggering all over, AFO is visibly reaping these high rewards.

PHASE 2: Post-Tartarus Breakout

He’s going to toy with Izuku until Izuku fucking breaks. What follows is his series of actions that instills the desired responses from Midoriya Izuku. Let’s see how the master manipulator plays this game of chess, shall we?

Izuku’s plan: Reach out to villains and try to save them.

AFO’s counter: Kill off those who turn their back against villainy and/or acknowledge Izuku as a true hero.

Izuku’s resulting response: Stop reaching out to villains. Gain an instant victory and move on.

After all, what do you get when you block a hero from showing sympathy? You get an unfeeling living weapon.

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Izuku’s plan: Work with the top pro heroes to bring down AFO.

AFO’s counter: Make plans that will serve to highlight how the top pros are just slowing Izuku down. (e.g. Making moves while it’s raining, so as to divide them, but also to bring out No. 1 Hero Endeavor’s "slowness" in the rain. Nope, I don’t think that’s a throwaway line at all.)

Izuku’s resulting response: Grows more reckless, often leading the charge.

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Izuku’s plan: Track AFO down.

AFO’s counter: Lead them to dead-ends. Or when they do supposedly reach something, endanger them.

Izuku’s resulting response: His tunnel vision worsens, as he grows more desperate.

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Izuku’s plan: All Might following him around is okay since it would help All Might from worrying so much, and Izuku could simultaneously keep an eye on and protect All Might.

AFO’s counters: There are a lot to really fuck with this bond, damn you AFO.

Taint that passing the torch memory of ‘You’re Next.’

Declare that All Might no longer interests him. Liar. He outright stated before that he’s one for keeping a grudge

Send another assassin to Izuku [Underlying Message: You yourself are a walking danger zone to those whom you dearly care for.]

Izuku’s resulting response:

Interpret that memory of ‘You’re Next’ as taking up the position of being AFO’s shiny new plaything, and therefore supposedly sparing All Might from the torment (Unfortunately, making Izuku push AM away is just part of the torment ;A;)

Think that AM is no longer in the direct line of fire as long as AFO focuses on Izuku

Finally, push his last line of morale support away, and completely isolate himself.

Btw, I wonder how All Might feels about Izuku using Nana's quirk to get away from him.

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The suffering doesn’t end.

Izuku’s plan: Save people.

AFO’s counters: (possibly offscreen) Send more villains and assassins to torment Izuku some more with the knowledge that he can’t save them. Sending villains out also puts innocents in danger.

Izuku’s resulting response: He won’t stop for anything. He won’t sleep, won’t eat, won’t slow down. He will always do his best to save as long as someone is in danger.

His body will keep on moving and moving and MOVING on its own.

--- All For One is very effective as a supervillain. He has managed to make the heroes think that his only goal is to capture Izuku alive for his quirk. He has Izuku right where he wants him: dancing to his tune at the palm of his hand, utterly toyed with, left with no escape in sight.

Psychologically vaulted.

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PHASE 3

And so, if Izuku is being manipulated to drive himself further and further into self-destruction, what then is there left for All For One to do?

So much more. Because, my god, I think AFO has mastered the art of traumatizing the OFA Holders.

All For One once told All Might, “I will destroy all that you’ve protected.” And boy, is he delivering. He's definitely not done with AM btw.

First, he destroys All Might's image. And he is manipulating Izuku to drive himself to that point. To looking into his absolute worst.

And when that point arrives, AFO will hammer the final nail home.

Something like...

BEHOLD

JAPAN’S SYMBOL OF PEACE.

And oh, how it'll hurt. To see All Might's pride and joy be flaunted about as looking nothing like a hero to the masses, for him to be so utterly humiliated.

"See what I did to All Might's successor."

AFO will be banking upon the possibility that the angry masses will not want to be saved by whom they're tricked into viewing as someone that's the cause of all the pain. Izuku might have the willpower to stay true to his resolve, but with him on the verge of total breakdown, what would happen when he is shunned by the very people he is trying to help?

I once wrote a post about how the current events seem to be a bastardization of Izuku's wildest fantasies: he's working with the top pros, he has the most powerful quirk, and he's working with All Might (whom technically acts as a sidekick to him rn).

AFO has warped all that into a never-ending nightmare. And Izuku...

Izuku is really in need of saving.

Last thoughts:

Let me just say that it shouldn't be a competition about who gets to get through to Izuku. Right now, he’s gonna need all the help he can get, and it can’t be delivered by only one or two people. Saving Izuku is going to be a team effort, a solid support system that sees Izuku as their classmate/friend/student/actual person that they care about. And there’s sufficient space for that.

More hands reaching out means more chances to catch him if he falls.

[nyxdelanuit]

Watch Me (Kyoutani x F!Reader)

Hey guys!! Here’s my addition to the Haikyuu Headquarter’s NSFW Collab,which can be found here! This one’s prompt was mirror sex! I hope you all enjoy <3 

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WARNINGS: Rough sex, overuse of princess and good girl, mirror sex (obvs), teasing, general NSFW stuff

You knew that you shouldn't play this game anymore. You weren't eighteen anymore, you were an actual adult now, with bills and a job. You should have real hobbies, like reading or crochet or something, not teasing your friend from high school. It had started out a harmless joke, something to boost your ego whenever you saw the unusually angry boy from the volleyball team staring at you. The more he stared, the bolder you got. He didn't seem to enjoy it much, more tolerating your presence than anything else, but the gossiping of the volleyball club let you know that was about as close as they've ever seen anyone with Kyoutani.

 Suddenly it seemed like you had the Mad Dog on a leash. He never snapped at you, always kept his eyes on you. Oikawa had made it a habit of calling you when he was getting out of hand, and just the presence of you in the room would bring the faintest of blushes to his cheek. He would sulk over to you and sit, hiding the redness in his face as you made yourself comfortable next to him. You would giggle, leaving teasing touches and let his eyes wander.

 That was fine for high school, you guessed. But now? Now it seemed a little childish to keep up the game. Over the years, you had become the most stable friend Kyoutani had, and your favorite pastime was seeing what reactions you could drag out of him. He had gotten used to some of your older tricks, but you were just as stubborn as he was. You almost felt guilty for letting it get so far.

Yet you still found yourself dressed too scantily for the weather, slipping into some run-down club. Kyoutani had the money to spend at a nicer place, but he seemed drawn to places like this, where no one would question the scowl on his face or bother him too much. Except you. You stalked up to him like it was your nature, throwing your arms around his neck. To his credit, he never touched you first. Your arms around his neck meant he let himself fold an arm around your waist.

 “You’re late.” He groused, trying to keep his attention on his drink.

 “Sorry, Kyou, it took me a little longer than expected to get ready.” You let your breath fall heavily on his neck, the way you knew would send a shiver down his spine. It was true, you had found Kyoutani’s weakness for cute things shortly after graduation, and slowly your wardrobe started becoming consumed by pastels. You had wasted too much time in front of your mirror before you left, making your eyes seem bigger with white liner and perfecting your twin pigtails. It would never meet the shock and surprise the first time you had dressed up elicited, but the memories of Kyoutani’s red face eagerly drinking in your appearance kept you going.

 Even with all of his restraint, Kyoutani couldn’t help but look you over the second you removed yourself from his side, wandering to the bar for a drink. He wouldn’t let you pay, of course. Just another thing you had gotten used to when you started hanging out with him. With a drink in hand, you wandered over to the jukebox in the corner, shelling out change to pick out a few songs. You’d never really enjoy these bars, but you’d take what you could get here.

 Queuing up the few songs you enjoyed at this bar, you went back to Kyoutani's side. You passed the time sipping at your drink and leaning against Kyoutani, enjoying how his eyes kept falling to you until the first song you chose came on. You squealed, hugging his arm to your chest.

 "I love this song!" You set your drink down on the nearest table, returning to wrap your arms around his neck and swaying to the song. He kept his hands to himself, as he usually did, merely watching you. Yet when you let your hands drop, dragging down his chest before spinning, pressing your back to his chest, his hands flew to your waist. That was new, his grip wasn't as rough as you imagined, leaving you the choice to step out of his grasp. You didn't, of course. Instead, you continued swaying your hips to the beat, his heavy breaths against your neck, the only clue that he was affected by your teasing.

 The end of the song was drawing near, so you spun in his grasp, wanting to see the blush overtake his face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He looked so much softer like this, the scowl wiped from his face, eyes wide open and staring, the littering of red across his face. There was barely a breath between you two.

  It seemed as if the game had changed. You had finally tagged him, and now it was his turn to chase. Yet all he did was hold you close by your hips, pulling out his phone and pressing the trilling device to his ear.

 "I'm calling about my standing reservation. Make sure it's ready for tonight. I'm on my way now." His voice was low in a way you hadn't heard. You've heard him angry, excited, happy even, but not the low growl he currently voiced. It sent a sweet shiver down your spine, dazing you enough to not notice how he was dragging you out of the bar and into his car. By the time your breath regained its rhythm, and your head stopped swimming with daydreams of Kyoutani, he was already in the driver's seat, speeding down the late-night streets. His hand was clutched around the gear shift, but with a glance, it strayed to your knee. Your breath hitched as you watched it slowly climb up your thigh, resting just under the suddenly too-cute skirt you had picked out for tonight. Only a little further, and Kyoutani would be able to feel the way you were soaking through your underwear already.

 He seemed to notice your hesitation, keeping his hand in place and rubbing circles with his heavily calloused thumb, the sensation against your inner thigh causing you to hold back sweet sighs.

 "Where are we going, Kyou?" He smirked, a look you decided was handsome on him.

 “A hotel.”

 “Wait, you have a standing reservation at a hotel? I’m not going if this is where you take all your hook-ups.” You pouted, trying to stand resolve against his tempting touch.

 "No, I've had it on reserve for when you came around." If you thought you were flustered earlier, you were utterly embarrassed now. His eyes strayed to you as he waited for a light to change, watching the heat spread across your face. "So fucking cute." He groaned, speeding a little more than necessary as the light changed.

 The world sped by as you thought of the implications of his words. For the first time in years, you thought you may have underestimated Kyoutani. He always seemed so flustered and embarrassed at your actions, but he was just waiting for you to make a move? It did seem more true to his personality, but you were still surprised at the restraint he showed, wondering why he held back at all. You hadn't been subtle with your teasing.

 He had pulled up to a hotel, tossing his keys to the valet and ushering you in with a hand planted firmly on the small of your back. The concierge smiled as you walked in, almost smirking as Kyoutani stalked to the counter. “Finally making use of your reservation?” Kyoutani only scowled, grabbing the key from his hand.

 “Kyou… how long have you had this room reserved?” You asked timidly as he led you through the halls.

 "A year or two." He shrugged, quickly finding the room and unlocking the door, slamming it shut as soon as he entered. He flipped the deadbolt and placed the chain, wanting to remain undisturbed. When he turned back to you, the hunger in his eyes made you freeze in place, eyes locked on his as he slowly made his way to you. "Tell me if you want me to stop." You nodded, but he took your chin in between his fingers, bringing your lips to his. "I need to hear your words, princess."

 “Y-yes, Kyou, I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.” He places an all-too gentle kiss to your lips, pulling away with a wicked smile.

 "Good girl." The words send a shiver of arousal straight to your core. When he turns you around to lead you further into the room, you finally get a good look. There were mirrors everywhere. An entire wall is mirrored, showing every part of the room. Movement above you causes you to glance up, seeing the mirrored ceiling. He must have picked this room for a reason, and you thought you might have started understanding why.

 He pushed you to sit on the bed, sliding behind you. Your legs dangled off the bed, body facing the intimidating mirror in front of you. His arms circled your waist, barely ghosting against your skin through the fabric.

 "You made me watch you for years while you teased and taunted me." His hands trailed down your hips, skimming over your thighs. The warmth of his hands so close to your core made you fall against his shoulder with a shaky sigh. "So now you're going to watch me wreck you." His voice no more than a growl in your ear.

 To your displeasure, he pulled his hands away, and you watched in the mirror as they slipped up your shirt. He lingered for a moment, fingers dancing under the band of your bra.

 "Such a good girl, listening to me already. Too bad I still have to punish you for teasing me for so long." He pulls your shirt over your head with ease. His calmness set your nerves on edge, wishing he would just hurry up, but the fingers trailing down your back to unhook your bra stopped the words from leaving your mouth. The fabric was barely pulled from your body before his hands covered your chest. You could feel the way he tensed against your back, your nipples pebbling against his palms.

 He allowed himself a few tentative grasps at your breasts before one of his hands fell, the pressure more confident on your skin as he roamed your stomach. Now that he was sure you wouldn’t push him away, his hand returned to your thigh. You could see the blush growing on your face as your legs fell open from him, and you let your head fall back to his shoulder, eyes closed.

 He flipped your skirt up, “Now, princess, you were being such a good girl. Don’t look away now.” The barely restrained lust in his voice made you squirm against his hold, but you did as he asked. It was embarrassing, seeing the growing moisture on your panties as his hand slowly crept closer, but when your eyes drifted to Kyoutani’s face, all you could see was the unrestrained excitement in the tense way he clenched his jaw.

 The suspense made every movement he made send electricity through your veins, you couldn't tear your eyes away as his fingers caressed against your clothed core, teasing strokes against the wetness he found there. You bit your lip to contain the noises that threatened to bubble up, sighing as Kyoutani took your nipple between two fingers, lightly rolling it as he stared at your face in the mirror. All this attention was overwhelming, and when Kyoutani peeled the fabric away just enough to dip a finger into your dripping slit, you couldn't hold back anymore. You barely registered the moan that fell from your lips as your voice, and it only worsened as Kyoutani pinched your nipple between his calloused fingers, moving to apply the same attention to the other.

 He looked crazed now, and you were unable to look away. His eyes burned as they stared at your dripping core in the mirror, shoving two fingers in roughly and pistoning them at a fast pace, taking you off guard. It seemed like your moan finally eroded whatever control he had. You could feel your legs shake as he urged them further apart with his own, opening you up to both of your gazes. It only seemed to heighten your pleasure, watching his fingers dip into your heat relentlessly. You could feel him harden against your back, and you couldn't resist pressing up against it, pulling a hiss from his lips.

 "Still teasing, princess?" He growls, slowing his fingers to an agonizingly slow pace. You whine, trying to grind yourself on his fingers, but he places a hand on your hip, holding you still. "Such a little slut for me, aren't you, princess. Look, you're dripping around my fingers." He chuckles, low and crazed. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't ever look at another man again. Even if you've only been looking at me. I'm not dumb, baby, I noticed what you were doing right away." You whine as he pulls his hand away entirely, unzipping his pants and shimmying out of them, throwing them to join your shirt. He pauses for a moment, throwing off his shirt and boxers while he took you in, squirming against the empty feeling between your legs.

 He lifts you quickly, slotting one of your legs over each of his. His cock slips between your legs, barely pressing against your heat. You grind down against his length, breath catching as the tip grazes your clit, eyes shutting in pleasure. Kyoutani grasps the base of your hair, firm enough to startle you but not painful.

 "You. Will. Watch. Me." Each word is punctuated by a thrust, and you kept your eyes on his dick, slowly drenched by your essence. He lifts you slowly, making sure your eyes stay locked on as he sinks you slowly onto his cock. You struggle against his hold, trying to force your hips down faster, but his grip is firm, pressing blooming bruises into your skin.

 He finally relents when he bottoms out, letting you move as you please as you adjust to his length. He fills you so well, making you remember just how long it's been since you've fucked someone. Still, none of your flings had felt like this. He doesn't let you set the pace, his hands on your hips, and his thrusts making you feel like little more than a fuck toy. Yet you watch, moans flowing from your chest with every roll of his hips, feeling more desired than you ever had before.

 He watches you for a while longer, rutting into your pussy with firm, deep strokes before pulling you off entirely. You whine at the emptiness, wondering how long he’ll keep you on edge when he throws you to the middle of the bed.

 You can only stare at yourself in the mirror on the ceiling. You looked utterly debauched, face flushed, tears pooling in your eyes. Your nipples swollen and reddening, and even from this distance, you can see the slick pooling from your slit. Kyoutani pulls your legs wider as he slides up to you, and with the mirror, you can see every muscle in his back as he moves to place your legs. He wastes no time sinking into you again, sitting up on his knees to keep the view clear.

 "You're pulling me in, princess." His finger dips to trace a harsh circle on your clit, and you can only cry out in response, watching your mascara run down your face in a dark track. "You want to be good for me, princess?" You nod desperately at his question, not trusting your words. He pulls your knees up to your chest, locking eyes with you as he kisses you quickly, urgently. "Hold your legs for me." Your shaking hands hug the back of your thighs to your chest as he pulls back. "And don't take your eyes off me."

 He pulls back, spreading your open with his thumbs as he sinks into you slowly, and you moan at the delicious sight of him sinking into your heat. Once again, he seems to snap at your sounds, you can practically feel the heat of his gaze. You tear your eyes away from the mirror to meet his stare, clenching around him as you see the hunger growing in his eyes. The desire that grew in his eyes made you convinced he would consume you entirely, and all you wanted was to give into him.

 “Kyoutani, please, fuck me. I’m your good girl.” You whine, and the look on his face was worth any embarrassment you felt saying the words. His hands pull your hips flush with his with bruising force. He truly lets go this time, starting a fierce pace, and all you can do is helplessly hold onto your legs and watch his dick slip in and out of your folds. It was so lewd, so unlike anything you would ever do. The brutality of his thrusts was painful, but the bite only pulled you closer to your high. He could feel the way you tensed around him, nearing your edge, and his finger returned to your clit, reveling in the way you bucked against his harsh touch.

 “Kyou, gonna cum,” Your voice didn’t sound like your own anymore, all rough and fucked out, “Please.” He laughed lowly, circling you clit faster until you fell apart. He pulled out as you came, whining as you clenched around nothing.

 "Look at your greedy little pussy, trying to pull in what isn't there." He laid an open-mouthed kiss against your core, lapping at your release as you cried out, wishing you could touch him. As the tremors began to subside, he shoved himself back within you, returning to his unforgiving pace. "I'm going to ruin you for everyone else, princess." He pants, finally replacing your hands with his own as his body covers your own. The feeling of his rough hands was much better than your own, and now you could clutch at the sheets as thrusts within you with abandon. You must be crying now, the wetness covering your face, but Kyoutani's eyes were locked on yours. He never stopped looking, even now. Even as he released inside of you, filling you further than you expected, he fought to keep his eyes open and on you.

 He collapsed next to you on the bed, pulling you harshly to his side. What do you say now? After all this?

 “You ruined my skirt.” You mentally slapped yourself, definitely not that. Yet Kyoutani chuckled, pulling your head to lay on his shoulder.

“I’ll buy you a new one. But you’re not allowed to watch anyone but me from now on.” You smiled, content with his answer, leaving a linger peck against his neck.

 “I think I can do that, Kenta.” The smile he gave you then would be your favorite little secret, soft and sweet just for you.

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HALF(have a little fun) pt. v

→ one | two | three | four

→ Sayomi Zoldyck is the eldest child and twin sister to Illumi, of the renowned Zoldyck family of assassins. At the age of ten she’s taken away to Meteor City by her mother, Kikyo Zoldyck, unbeknownst to the rest of the family, as well as newborn Killua, and left to fend for herself. This is the story of the long-lost Zoldyck and those she becomes acquainted with, all while she just wants to have a little fun.

» part five / ?

» pairing: eventually - chrollo x oc x feat. hisoka

» warnings: swearing, blood/violence

» a/n: helloo~ this is my first write ever, and it’ll probably be a pretty long series. I’m also balancing school and a part-time job so forgive me for slow updates! If you’re reading this, thank you so much for showing interest and please leave comments below with your inputs!

» word count: 3,127

☾v.

Name: Sayomi Zoldyck 小夜美 | "小" is small | "夜" is night | "美" is beauty |

Hair color: White

Eye Color: Purple

Nen: Manipulator (same exact abilities as Illumi)

Abilities: Same as Illumi Zoldyck - Body Alteration, Hypnotic Spell, Corpse Control, Needle People, Katana

☾v. part v: the mafia(2/2)

Sayomi made her way to the elevators once again, dispatching the control room through her walkie talkie that she needed to get to her shift.

It was currently a quarter to 1, the last minutes before her shift would start. With a hand resting on her katana, Sayomi now exited the elevator having arrived at the 48th floor.

As she approached the VIP’s room, the two bodyguards on duty sighed in relief. 

“Thank god, it’s finally rotation time”, the woman exhaled lazily.

Sayomi tried her luck at a friendly interaction, casually asking the pair a question. “I’m guessing there wasn’t any action?”

The man laughed a genuine, but tired laugh. “Absolutely nothing. We haven’t moved an inch since the start of our shift.”

Sayomi laughed at the pair’s lack of enthusiasm, her violet eyes crinkling at the edges. Her expression of joy seemed infectious, as the older members in front of her laughed along with her in their despair.

She was starting to feel like a true member of the team already.

This is nice, I didn’t expect the others to be as unmotivated as me. 

Closing in on the time designated for the shift change, Sayomi’s partner arrived as well. Seeing no purpose in waiting around when everyone was present, the pairs switched early, starting Sayomi on her very first stretch as a bodyguard.

☾v.

The first 30 minutes into her shift, Sayomi had learned that her partner was a rather quiet person by nature.

Upon starting their shift, the two had exchanged a brief greeting, nodding to acknowledge the other.

It was only after an hour of standing and staring at the wall that Sayomi decided she couldn’t stand the silence while they waited out their shift.

She initiated a conversation with the older man, coming out bold as to establish her character.

“So, how did such an average man like you get stuck working for the mafia?”

The man was unmoving, replying to her question in a soft voice. “My family’s debt… Why did a young girl like you get caught up with the mafia?”

She wasn’t expecting such an honest response from the man. It threw her off, making her unprepared to answer the question shot her way.

“Um… I guess you could say family circumstances?” She hadn’t lied, given that it was her family’s actions that left her at Meteor City.

The man nodded in understanding at her vague answer. 

Another wave of awkward silence fell over the two, Sayomi’s initial attempt at socializing having failed miserably. 

She decided not to reattempt a conversation with the man, sensing that he didn’t care for idle chatter.

Family circumstances, huh. That’s the best thing I could think of. 

Sayomi had fallen deep in thought, her brows furrowing as she reflected back on her life.

I wonder if… father ever came looking for me? Or Illumi… did Illumi want me gone too? Ah, I shouldn’t be so dramatic about this. Either way I won’t return home, because that would mean mother winning. 

She exhaled audibly, tired from the splurge of thoughts that had taken over her mind once again. 

The man glanced over at the teen stationed next to him. She was obviously just as bored as he was to be stuck with this job.

Moving his eyes back forward to the wall in front of him, he attempted to kickstart a conversation once again. “You seem a bit too young to be on your own, don’t you miss your family?”

Sayomi blinked at the man in surprise, both at the question and the fact that he had initiated a conversation.

She contemplated whether she should tell the truth or cover it up with a lie. Deciding that a lie would take more effort, she settled for the truth. “I’ve been in the assassin business for 6 years now, so I wouldn’t say too young… I do miss my little brother though. Do you miss your family?”

As the man appeared to be deep in thought, Sayomi mulled over her words. My little brother… Killua, are they treating you alright?

“My apologies for assuming. And, yes, I do indeed miss my family. But, why haven’t you escaped yet, then? With no leverage against you, you could easily run away at any time.” The man spoke while looking at her this time. 

She thought about his question. “I guess… well, I don’t really have anywhere else to go. It’s my first time in Yorknew City, and I wouldn’t want to go back home to the people that left me in the first place.”

He let out a hmm at her response, obviously putting the pieces of her situation together. “If I told you of a way you could live here in Yorknew without being trapped under the mafia… would you oblige?” 

His eyes were soft and earnest. He knew what it was like to remain helpless at the hands of the Mafia, and saw no reason she should as well, especially at such a young age.

Sayomi’s expression formed one of shock and surprise, obviously taken aback by the man’s sincerity to help.

“I suppose I would… but if you know of a way out, why haven’t you left yet?” The two were now holding eye contact as if to read the other’s intentions. 

“I’m afraid I’ve already received too much from the Mafia. I owe my life as well as my family’s safety to them.” He responded somberly.

Sayomi nodded silently, understanding the man’s situation. She decided to at least take a listen to the plan he had to offer. “So, you know of a way I can live in Yorknew without the Mafia breathing over my shoulder?”

There was a mischievous glint in her eyes, and the man could sense it as something between the recklessness of a teenager and the confidence of a powerful assassin. She has no fears. I wonder how much she’s experienced to be this strong at such a young age.

“Ah, yes. Sticking with the Mafia will never do you any good. There’s a way of living here in Yorknew City if you’re especially confident in your fighting abilities. It’s called Heaven’s Arena.”

Sayomi raised her eyebrows at the man’s words, curious. Heaven’s Arena? Sounds like some shoddy place where people bet on fights.

“Alright, you’ve got my attention. So, what does one do at Heaven’s Arena?” Sayomi asked.

The man cracked a ghost of a smile at her interest. “You fight. From what I’ve heard, it’s set up in multiple floors, and each time you win they let you advance to higher floors. I’m pretty sure the pay goes up with each floor as well.”

Sayomi was impressed. A place where they pay you to fight? Count me in.

“I wonder what the catch is though… if it’s as easy as you say, wouldn’t everyone be taking their chances at Heaven’s Arena?”

The man hummed in agreement with her words. “You’re right. The most I’ve heard is that once you reach a certain point, the matches become a fight to the death, and through any means possible. I’m guessing that’s where most people falter- it’s either life or death matches that’ll provide you with a stable income, or small fights once in a while that pay very little. Only the strongest find what they’re looking for at Heaven’s Arena.”

Gambling with your life in order to pay the bills… 

“And you think I could make it at Heaven’s Arena?”

The man looked down at Sayomi with a fatherly gaze. “I don’t think you’re the type of person to need someone else’s approval. But to answer your question, yes, I think with the right amount of training you could find a new life with Heaven’s Arena.”

Sayomi smiled at his judgement of her character. “Well, then that does it. I just need to find my way out of the Mafia’s grasp, and then I can get to training.”

☾v.

Sayomi’s shift was over before she knew it. Just as the pair before them had said, their VIP client had no one after him. 

Her partner had told her all he knew about Heaven’s Arena and the Mafia from his many years working in Yorknew City. 

She had learned that there were members of the Mafia hidden within the assassin recruits, keeping anyone from sneaking away. Her escape would have to be well planned out to avoid getting caught along with any consequences.

Tagging out with the next pair of bodyguards, Sayomi head back to her room once again.

2 days later

VIP Adachi Yuto’s stay came to an end, with it marking the end of Sayomi’s first job. The team was dissolved as a result, and Sayomi was dispatched by her section leader to meet with him down at the lobby.

The section leader turned out to be the man who had first brought her to Yorknew City, a familiar face that relaxed Sayomi’s nerves a great amount.

Upon meeting, he was immediately down to business, letting Sayomi know of her next assignment. 

It was an assassin’s job.

She had originally planned to find a way out of the Mafia’s scope soon, but with the mention of her finally getting some action, the plan was postponed. 

Her target was a man in his 30s. No other information was given to her besides a photo and his location. 

Not much to her surprise, an ankle monitor was situated around her right leg, keeping her from straying from the job.

Damn you, bloodlust. No matter how hard I try I can’t seem to ditch the cold blood and murder mother and father drilled into my head.

Sayomi was falling victim to her old habits. She knew it was wrong to stick around any longer, but the consequences of the offer to satisfy her thirst for blood didn’t sink in until the cool metal of her ankle monitor pressed into her skin.

The man seemed to read Sayomi’s thoughts as she realized her mistake. “The ankle monitor is programmed to shock the user upon our command. It’s enough power to deal sufficient damage to even the largest of animals, so I insist you remain focused on the missions we give you. We never enjoy having to resort to using it, but keep in mind that we will not hesitate to, given a reason.”

She looked down at her ankle in defeat. It seemed Heaven’s Arena would have to wait.

☾v.

Later that night

Sayomi paced anxiously about in her hotel room. It was a mix of long-overdue bloodlust and hatred towards herself as a result of her assassin’s instinct to kill.

Deep inside her head, a war of conflicting feelings raged on.

Calm down, Sayomi. Every time you do this it’s only proving that mother succeeded in sculpting you into her little assassin. 

She had completely thrown away a perfect chance to escape just because she couldn’t control her impulses to kill in cold blood. 

But is it that wrong to want to kill? Being an assassin doesn’t mean I’ll be exactly like mother. I can control my own future now, I am my own person.

Setting her katana down against the wall, she opted for her needles instead. It had been a while since she’d used the smaller weapons because they reminded her of the past.

Now putting the past behind her, Sayomi walked with a new air of confidence. It was her greatest skill and job to kill, she’d decided. And this was a decision she had come to on her own, a new mindset for a new beginning.

A static-ridden dispatch over her walkie talkie marked the beginning of her assignment, and Sayomi headed down to the lobby. 

Since she was still underage, a driver was provided to her, stationed in front of the hotel with her designated license plate.

The brisk night air greeted Sayomi as she exited the hotel. It was currently a few minutes past 12, the streets being mostly empty except for the young city goers enjoying the nightlife in Yorknew City.

Exhaling out an envious sigh at the stunning city lights surrounding her, Sayomi watched her breath disappear into the night as she walked briskly to the car.

The drive to her target’s location was silent. Sayomi sat alone in the back seat, watching with empty eyes as friends, lovers, and complete strangers came together in harmony within the lively city.  

She started to wonder what it would be like to live a normal life like them. What would she be doing right now? Staying up and texting friends? Going to bed before midnight? 

As the teen sat in the back of a luxurious car going towards her next target to assassinate, she couldn’t help but wish she had a normal life, with friends who cared about her feelings or guy problems instead of waiting for orders on which guy she would kill next.

These are useless thoughts. There’s no turning back now.

The car came to a stop at an intimidatingly tall company building, around the same height as the hotel.

Stretching her limbs as she exited the car, the driver notified Sayomi he would wait for her return in the same spot. 

Thanking the driver for his services, she took quick steps towards the entrance of the building. With her persistently developed speed and underground techniques, sneaking in and out of the building would be no problem.

Taking notice of the lack of security, she rolled her eyes as she let out a breath in annoyance. This is amateur work. 

Activating her zetsu, Sayomi’s menacing purple aura dissipated into thin air as she dashed past the sorry line of security, making her way to a deserted hallway.

There was a lone guard doing rounds with a bright flashlight in hand, failing to notice the slight breeze that Sayomi had left in her path.

Positioning a needle between her fingers, Sayomi flicked her wrist out at lightning speed, sending the needle flying towards the guard. 

It hit home in the guard’s neck, knocking him out instantly. Taking nimble steps towards the fallen guard, Sayomi made quick work of grabbing his access badge before heading to the elevators. 

Seeing as no one else was around, she tabbed an elevator, rocking back and her toes as she waited.

Just as she had expected, the elevator required an access badge, which she tapped against the scanner while pressing on the button for the 38th floor.

In a bored attempt to keep herself preoccupied on the way up, Sayomi spread her band of needles out in her hands. Closing her eyes, she ran a pale hand over the band. 

Her hand came down on a single needle, the needle she would use to finish off her target. Putting the band back into her pocket, she held the single needle between her knuckles, adrenaline rushing through her veins.

The elevators chime signified Sayomi’s arrival at the 38th floor. The floor was empty, being past working hours and in between shifts for the security guards.

A single desk lamp shone in her target's office, and Sayomi strolled casually to the partially open door.

She could see from where she approached that her target was busy at work, having stayed overtime. 

Knocking twice on the inside of the open door, Sayomi just barely caught the attention of the man before moving her wrist in a single, fluid motion.

The man had no chance to react, slumping face down onto his desk with a muffled thump.

She had hit the jugular clean and precise, leaving no trail behind of her job besides the now motionless man.

Satisfied with her work, Sayomi returned to the elevators with a skip in her step. A few months without my needles and I’ve still got it!

Greeting her driver with a smile this time around, she didn’t blame him for being utterly confused. 

The job had taken her just under 5 minutes, the majority of the time belonging to the elevator rides up and down from the 38th floor.

Dispatching her section leader of the completed job, Sayomi returned back to the hotel, looking as if she had gone out for an evening stroll.

Her section leader greeted her in the lobby, letting her know she had the remainder of the night off. She frowned slightly at the news, her adrenaline still rushing from the short job. 

An easy target like today always left her wanting more, unsatisfied with the lack of fighting that came with it.

I’m getting all caught up in this again.

Shaking away her thoughts of possibly finding more action, Sayomi returned to her room with slumped shoulders. She forced herself to set her needles back down on her nightstand, finding it hard to keep herself from fiddling with them.

It was late. And though the 51st floor around her seemed to be deep in sleep, Sayomi was restless. 

She decided to wash up and take a quick shower to relax her nerves, changing out of the uniform and into one of the other outfits they had provided her with.

Wrapping her silvery-white hair in a towel, she opted to sit on the floor, gazing out of the floor length window in front of her.

Yorknew City was quieting down, the street vendors having cleaned up for the night, stores being long closed, and clubs starting to die down. The last of the neon signs flickered in the darkness, looking like tiny specks of color from where Sayomi sat, high above most of the buildings bordering the one she was in.

The 16 year old girl sat cross-legged in a trance, no longer focused on the city in front of her, but something within her mind.

What am I gonna do now… I ruined my chances of escaping anytime soon. All because I couldn’t control myself, my old habits. Does this mean mother was successful with her plans?

No. I don’t have to give in to defeat. I’ll find a way out, just like how I got out of Meteor City. Maybe if I gain their trust they’ll take this ankle monitor off. 

I just have to become one of their obedient assassins, quiet and reliable. 

Sayomi fell asleep slouched on the rough carpeted floor that night, lost in her own thoughts and emotions.

But despite the uncomfortable position, her face proved differently. She was only ever at peace when she was fast asleep, because that’s when she could see her loved ones within dreams.

Illumi, Killua… Are you two taking good care of each other? Are you doing better than I am? 

Do you guys even miss me? 

I miss you two so much I feel like I could die. 

☾v.

to be continued.

a/n: taglist open!

[charming-charlie]

Enjoy The View

Title // Enjoy The View

Pairing // Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings // There’s some swearing in this one. Anxiety too because fears.

Summary // Buck helps you get over your fear of heights.

Word Count // 1811

Prompt // "When you close your eyes, do you picture me?" with Evan Buckley pleasee thank you // “Do you trust me?” “Let me hold your hand.” “I’m never letting you go.” with Buck

How did the firehouse manage to be not-so busy at the moment? These were the moments that Buck savored, where he could relax and just be alone in his thoughts. Not that he didn’t mind being around people, he was a very extroverted man, but he did like his alone time often. Chim was taking a nap, Eddie had a doctor’s appointment with Christopher, Hen was talking to Karen on the phone in another room, and Bobby was putting himself to work by cooking some lunch for the crew. Everyone was doing their own thing, minding their own business.

Buck was currently sitting in his happy place. It wasn’t a comfy chair or the break room next to the broken vending machine that spat out more snacks than you paid for. No, his happy place just happened to be on top of the firetruck. It was weird, of course. Not exactly the kind of place a regular person would enjoy, but Buck wasn’t a regular person. Ever since that day, the day where a man was dangling out of an airplane and Buck, along with Eddie, had to ride on top of the truck to save him, the young firefighter just felt like it was the right place for him.

He was able to see everything. He liked having an eagle eye view of the world below him. It allowed him to see things from a different view, a different perspective. And it was there, on top of the firetruck without a care in the world, where he spotted you.

“I thought firefighters were supposed to be in the trucks, not on them?” you ask. He was obviously very surprised to see you just waltzing into the firehouse as you were.

“We have many talents,” Buck retorted. He stood up with a smile as you walked over to the side of the truck. You had to crane your neck to watch him. He was certainly high up, but he seemed so comfortable. It was a huge contrast compared to you, being afraid of heights. You had to mentally prepare yourself to get on a step stool if it came to that.

You and Buck have known each other for a while. Buck, Chim, and Maddie went for lunch one day and by some miracle, you just happened to wait on their table. It was only when another customer started choking, allowing Chim to save the day. Chim took over as a paramedic until the ambulance arrived and Buck was pretty much useless at that point. Instead, Buck struck up a conversation with you, making sure you weren’t overcome with shock and that was that. One thing led to another and you two became fast friends.

Then again, maybe it was because you needed each other. Buck’s only family was Maddie and the people at the firehouse. His job didn’t allow him to socialize much and make friends. You were a bit introverted, opposite of Buck. You didn’t like talking to people and putting yourself out there. In fact, your comfort zone was exactly that – your comfort zone. You didn’t see a reason to leave it.

“What are you doing here?” Buck asked. Not that he wasn’t happy to see you. It’s just that you never really saw his place of work before. Or him in uniform before. And like, holy freaking damn was that man fine in a uniform. Maybe you should swing by his place of employment more often.

“Do you know how to change a tire?” you asked, looking sort of defeated. It was just your luck that something like this would happen, but you were fortunate to be in the same area as the firehouse. At least you wouldn’t have to drive on your flat for very long.

“Like I said, we have many talents,” Buck answered. It took every ounce of strength to not roll your eyes at his stupid remark. Okay so he knows how to change a tire. Why isn’t he moving? Why is he staying perched on the roof of the truck like it’s his throne and the whole goddamn firehouse was his kingdom? Why did he look so good in navy? Why can’t your brain just shut up for a second?

“Are you going to help me or are you just going to stay up there?” you folded your arms as you continued looking at him. Your neck was starting to hurt from the weird angle it had to bend in order to see him. You rubbed the back of your neck, looking slightly annoyed. Buck, on the other hand, had a grin on his face and he looked like a little kid. Like just being on top of a firetruck was the highlight of his life.

“I kind of like it up here. Wanna join me?” Buck asked as he looked down at you.

You immediately shook your head, stepping away from the vehicle. Just the very thought of even climbing a ladder was sending a prickly feeling up your spine. You wanted absolutely no part of it.

He wasn’t taking no for an answer though. Shifting to the edge of the truck, directly underneath where you were standing, he couldn’t help but laugh a little at your fear. You thought he was making fun of you, but this was a rational fear. A lot of people were afraid of heights, right?

“Do you trust me?” he asked. He looked so confident from where he stood. Every bone in your body was shaking from anxiety as you nodded. Of course, you trusted him. He’s given you no reason not to. “Let me hold your hand.”

He reached out toward you, an arm outstretched and his hand open, palm ready for the taking. Your feet seemed frozen in place as you stared at his hand. It was within reach. All you had to do was reach out and grab it, and Buck would do the rest. A huge part of you wanted to go up there with him. There was just something about him. He was like a magnet and you found yourself gravitating toward him. Even then, your feet were slowly moving. You tried to stop from walking further, but your body refused to listen. It was further proof of Buck’s magnetizing personality. You wanted to be near him.

Your hand reached up and grabbed his. His fingers tightly wrapped themselves around your own. In an unstable voice, you whispered, “If you let me go, I swear…” You were trying to sound threatening, perhaps a bit menacing, but it wasn’t coming across that way. It was the fear talking.

“I’m never letting you go,” Buck said with a sweet, warm smile.

He pulled you up effortlessly and you shut your eyes tightly. Those few seconds felt like an eternity until your feet were firmly planted on the roof of the vehicle. You felt around, wanting to grab something. A railing, a wall, some sort of stable support that can trick your mind into thinking you are fine and that there’s no edge, like you are boxed in with a barrier. Unfortunately (or fortunately, if you think about it), the only support you could find was Buck, and lord did you cling onto him like a koala on a tree.

You felt Buck’s body shake, and at first you thought he was sympathizing with you until you realized the dumbass was actually laughing. Your eyes were squeezed tight so you couldn’t prove it, but the airy tone of his voice was all the proof you needed.

“When you close your eyes, do you picture me?” he asked and you wanted to hit him but you were afraid you were going to fall backwards and dive off the truck at the slightest of movements, so you kept to yourself and shook your head.

“You will never occupy my thoughts, Buckley.”

“I think I already did.”

He was holding onto both of your arms tightly, and the fun was evaporating. He had his moment and he collected himself while gripping you by the elbows. Your eyes refused to open, even though you felt a little safe. Something about being in his arms was working for you.

“Come on, take a peek. I promise you won’t fall. I’m right here,” Buck said. He was coaxing you slowly. Perhaps he felt your elevated heart rate or feeling every raggedy breath of air leave your lungs as you tried not to think about how high you were.

This was so stupid. You came here because you had a flat tire and now you are on top of a firetruck with Evan Buckley. How did you even get yourself into this mess?

“Open your eyes. Look right at me,” Buck continued to support you through this, and you felt you had no choice but to comply. You couldn’t keep your eyes closed forever, especially not on something as foreign as a heavy piece of machinery. Very slowly your eyes fluttered opened and you were staring right at his pretty face. His warm smile made you feel secure and his arms held you tightly, making you feel comfortable.

“Did I really do this?” you asked. From your tone, it was almost like you were asking yourself that question, but Buck was the one who nodded. There was no mistaking it – he was obviously so damn proud of you for making such a big change.

You refused to look anywhere else except at his face. You were praying to whatever god there was that the fire alarm wouldn’t go off and everyone had to spring into action. Your feet seemed melted to the top of the truck and you were not moving. Not even one tiny little inch. Because of that, a looming thought entered your mind and panic started to rise inside of you.

“How do we get down?” you asked, now looking terrified. Getting up wasn’t as difficult as you thought. Getting down, however? Now that’s an entirely different story.

Yet Buck didn’t seem to mind the question and he looked around as though he could find an answer. When his eyes found yours again, a warm feeling was taking the place of the anxiety that built up. He just had that look about him. There was something calming about him and his presence.

“Let’s worry about that later,” Buck replied, his brow furrowed to show he wasn’t sure how to answer your question.

Great. So first he made you come up here, and now he has no clue how to get you down. Once your feet were on solid ground for sure, you were definitely going to hit him for putting you in this position. For now though, there wasn’t much you can do except enjoy the view.

And by view, of course you mean Evan Buckley’s eyes.

[imagining-everything-around]

I Love You

Pairing: Mark Sloan x Reader

Summary/Request: Mark and Reader have been very close friends, but he realizes that he wants more after she is shot during the shooting. (We’re gonna pretend that Mark and Lexie were never a thing) (In this one you are a Neuro fellow) (And I’m definitely changing quite a bit about what happens in the episode)

Authors Notes: This is my first fic ever... I hope you guys like it.

Trigger Warnings: Shooting, injury, cursing, blood

“Hey Callie you coming out with us for drinks tonight?” you called to your best friend.

“Who’s all going?”

“Just me and Mark so far, I thought that we could just have a nice night... you need to get your mind off of she who must not be named.”

“I don’t know...”

“It’s decided. You’re coming”

“Ugh... fine”

“Let’s go”

You and Callie finish up your charts and go to find Mark.

“Your ready to go?” you call to him after you find him at the nurses station talking to some nurse, no doubt flirting, and although you had seen him flirt with countless women tonight your stomach had a weird feeling.

Was this jealousy? No, no, Mark is your best friend... this was just being tired or something.

The three of you drive over to Joe’s where you find a table.

“I’ll get the first round,” Mark says confidently walking towards the bar.

While he’s standing there waiting for drinks you catch yourself staring at him and not listening to a word that Callie is saying.

“I’m sorry what was that?”

“Did you hear a word that I said... whatever. Who are you staring at?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re staring at the bar at someone, but the only person that I see is Mark,” she gasps, “(Y/N)(L/N), were you just staring at Mark?”

“What, no I wasn’t, whatever”

“Mm hmm okay...”

-The next day-

“Oh my god, Mark, I am exhausted.”

“It’s only 9 am, how are you going to survive today?”

“Yeah I have no idea-” you’re pager goes off.

“Crap, I’ve gotta go, see you later?”

“Yeah see ya, bye”

You run to the elevator to catch it before it closes, breathing a sigh of relief once you make it in. You’ve basically been running the neuro department even though you’re only a fellow, ever since Shepherd became chief of surgery you had been running the department along side Dr. Nelson, more commonly referred to as “Shadow Shepherd”, but with that came a lot more stress and running around the hospital for you.

As you get on you notice a man already on the elevator.

“Excuse me could you tell me where to find the chief”

“Dr. Shepherd? He’s uh probably in his office”

“Yeah, I’ve been to his office before, I can’t seem to remember how to get there, I keep going in circles”

“It’s in the east wing. That’s over by labs across the cat walk”

“I’m sorry that’s-”

“You just uh cross through the patient floor on three and then follow the signs to the main lobby and then you should find it no problem.”

“Thank you”

“Mmm” you say lost in your own thoughts.

As he gets off of the elevator, he turns to you and says, “have a nice day”

“You too,” you smile back at him.

The elevator closes, and you have only moments before you are out the door of the elevator to answer your page in radiology.

“Hi Dr. Nelson what do we have?”

“Well-,” right before he tells you what’s going everyone’s pager begins to go off. You look down at it, “Is this a drill?” you whisper to Dr. Nelson. The two of you look around.

“I don’t think so”

You go to close the door, but right before you do you catch a glimpse of the guy from the elevator out in the hall. You hesitate before ducking below the window, because in your experience at this hospital there is no shortage of irony and cruel jokes, so it would be fitting that someone that you helped would be the reason the hospital is on lock down, and in that short amount of time he sees you.

Shit

Maybe he didn’t see me. Maybe he’s not the problem

“What happened (Y/N-”

Fuck

The door swings open. “Are you a surgeon?”, he says looking you dead in the eye, pointing a gun at your forehead.

“Y-yes”

He takes a moment, looks around the small room, and says “I won’t kill you because you showed me kindness earlier today, but you’re still a surgeon and for that -”

Bang

There are no words to describe the pain that you felt. You brought your hand to your stomach looking down at the red liquid that was gushing out of you.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!”, you hear Dr. Nelson saying, his face above yours.

You could barely hear him, but your mind wasn’t on him. The only thing on your mind was Mark. You knew that there was nothing that you could do right now, but all that you hoped for was that he was safe and that he hadn’t encountered Gary Clark.

“Oh God,” you gasp before passing out.

“Ok Jim you can do this..,” Dr. Nelson says quietly to himself, waiting for a little bit and then quietly walking out into the hallway in order to find supplies to keep you alive. As he’s grabbing everything that he thinks he’ll need, he hears somebody , and it sounds like they’re in a lot of pain, but he ignores it because he knows that if he were to go out there you would definitely die, and while he wasn’t a fan of you upstaging him, he did consider you a friend, so he took back off to the room that you were currently bleeding out in. 

When he gets back to the room he begins to get to work, digging up the knowledge from his internship and residency that would help him. He began to panic, because even though he was an attending, he was only one person and the way that things were going he was not going to be able to do this himself. After fully examining the wound he decided to pack the wound and go see if there was anyone else on the floor, and he ran back to the room that he had heard the moaning coming from he tried to open the door, but it was locked. 

Of course

He knocked because he could tell that there were definitely people in there, and he just needed one other doctor. He knocked again. No answer. 

“Please, I need some help” he pleaded in hopes that the people in the room would realize that he was not the shooter and would get some help. “This is Dr. Jim Nelson, I’m a Neurosurgeon here and one of my colleagues Dr. (Y/N) (L/N) has been shot and I need an extra set of hands-” The door burst opened and he was greeted with the sight of Mark Sloan looming over him.

“Did you say Dr. (L/N)?”

“Yeah, um-”

“Where is she?” he demanded.

“Follow me”

The two attendings ran through the hallway not caring if someone heard them or if Gary Clark came back.

When they entered the room Mark froze. He looked at you laying on the ground in a pool of your blood.

“Oh god (Y/N)” he whispered.

However, he knew that if he didn’t move quickly you would bleed out and die, and he could not let that happen.

As he and Dr. Nelson began to work, he realized that he had left Lexie and Alex alone. He turned to Dr. Nelson, and said, “I need you to go back to the room and tell Dr. Grey to come here, can you handle Dr. Karev? He has a gunshot wound, and we have him stabilized for now, but should something go wrong...” 

“Yeah I’ve got it”

As soon as Dr. Nelson left Mark let a single tear slip. He loved you. Like really loved you and, he had never realized until now. He always knew that he loved you as a friend would, but in these moments that you were on the brink of death he began to realize that he would die without you. You had always been a light in his life and if youe died here he thought that he would not be able to go on. Thankfully Lexie coming in to the room snapped him out of his thoughts making him focus on the task at hand. Saving your life.

The two of them worked tirelessly to stop any bleeding, and while they had stabilized you for now both of them new that if they didn’t get into an O.R. you would die.

While Mark generally didn’t believe in God or anything like that, he thanked every single God and his lucky stars that it was soon announced that the shooter had been taken down, and because of that the lock down was lifted. He swooped you up into his arms and ran to the elevator telling Lexie to get any medical personnel she could find to an O.R.

When he got there he laid you onto the table and quickly scrubbed in. As he was finishing he was met with some familiar faces that were going to help him, and as he was going to walk in he heard the familiar voice of Callie Torres.

“You’re not going in there.”

“What are you talking about, I have to. I have to be with her. I have to help her.”

“Listen Mark you are not going to be any help to her. You are a mess. You are just going to have to let them do their jobs, I’m sorry”

Mark realized that he was crying and after he felt one tear he broke down. Callie then took him up to the gallery to watch, which was one of the worst experiences that Mark had ever been through.

“I love her, Callie”

“What?”

“I love her, I always knew that I did, but I never realized that I love her love her. Now, I’ll never be able to tell her and she’s going to die.”

“Mark-”

“No! She’s going to die on that table all alone because I couldn’t help her”

“Mark you did everything that you could have. She’s going to be okay”

“How do you know that?”

“I don’t know. I just do”

Countless hours and after the seemingly longest surgery that either of them had witnessed, the surgical team was done. You were stable for now and alive.

After Mark and Callie came down from the gallery, they found Teddy who was the lead surgeon.

“What’s going on is she okay?” Mark asked desperately

“She’s stable. She’s in the ICU, and we’ll know more once she wakes up.”

Mark didn’t leave your bedside until you woke up. They even set up a cot in your room so that he could sleep in there.

When you began to wake up you look around and see Mark sitting beside your bed, your hand in his, asleep. You squeeze it gently in order to wake him up, and when it doesn’t work, you squeeze a little harder. He slowly looks up at you and when he sees that your awake he jumps up and runs to get a nurse.

After they extubate you and take your vitals, Mark is there holding your hand and kissing your forehead. You look at him and before you get a chance to open your mouth Mark says, “I love you, and I don’t mean like just as friends. I mean I am in love with you (Y/N). I was so scared-”

“I love you too”

“What?”

“Right before I passed out all I could think of was you and that I hoped you were okay... Mark I love you.”

He looked at you with the kindest eyes and kissed you gently, yet with passion. It was the most magical thing that you had ever experienced

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Heart of Audrilluria- Chapter XV; Thief

Modern Fairytale AU

Prince  King!Tom Hiddleston x Thief! Reader

“Take the service staircase all the way to the first floor,” Edmundo instructed through the earpiece. “It should lead you to a small hallway with three doors, take the furthest door on the left.” Y/N began her descent to the first floor. After she’d gotten out of the guarded room, Edmundo had been leading her through the castle. Phase four was to escape without being detected by anyone. Fortunately, the route was premeditated, allowing Edmundo to make sure no one would witness her escape. She reached the bottom of the stairs and got to the hallway. Quickly making her way to the indicated door, she pressed the button on her ear piece that allowed her to speak to Edmundo, “I’m there, where do I go next?” 

“You’re in the server’s lounge. Go to the door directly across from you. That should lead you to the main room, the exit is on your right. The car will be waiting for you outside,” Edmundo explained. Turning the doorknob with her still gloved hand, Y/N continued to follow his instructions. She entered the large, deserted server’s lounge, only briefly looking around to confirm no one else was there. Once she was confident no one was there, she continued her fast pace through the room and got to the door that would lead her closer to the exit. She turned the doorknob slowly, only opening the door slightly to make sure her path was clear. 

“Shit,” she whispered to herself. Augustus and Charles were standing near the open door, seemingly in conversation. “The baron and duke are at the exit,” she said into the earpiece, “I can’t get out.” There was a brief silent pause before Edmundo spoke, “I sent someone to get their attention, your path should be cleared in a few seconds.” Still peaking through the small opening, Y/N waited for them to be led away. Seconds later, a footman Y/N assumed was another mole approached them. “Baron Augustus, Duke Charles. His majesty requests your presence in the hall,” the worker said loud enough for her to hear. Both men looked to each other in a mix of shock and confusion. “I thought he was with his beloved,” Augustus recalled. “Perhaps he has good news to share with us,” Charles assumed, already following the footman back to the hall with Augustus following close behind. 

Once Y/N was certain the coast was clear, she opened the door and hurried to the exit. As soon as she passed the doorway, the driver of her car drove the car closer to the door. As soon as the car came to a full stop, Y/N opened the door and stepped inside, being met with Edmundo inside waiting for her. The instant the door closed, the car began to drive to the private airport where she would make her escape. It was the fifth and final phase of the plan she dreaded. “Is the target secure?” Edmundo asked in a monotone, indifferent voice. “It’s secure,” she replied, “There was a minor complication, but I have what I need to get paid.” Edmundo nodded, taking out the box for her earpiece. “I assume Amelie is waiting for us at the airport,” Y/N questioned, taking her earpiece out to put it in the box. “Yes,” he replied, “Amelie is waiting for you with all your stuff ready to go back home.” Y/N cringed slightly at the word. It’s true, she was going back to where she came from, but it was far from being a home. She didn’t want to go back to that hell-hole, but she had someone waiting on her to get back. That was the reason she went through with this whole ordeal. She wanted to make sure they were safe and fed for at least a month until she got assigned to another job. 

Snapping herself out of those awful thoughts, she turned to the man beside her and asked, “Will the moles be taken care of as well?” He looked away from the window to respond, “The jet waiting at the private airport is for you. The moles and I will take a commercial flight tomorrow morning, just to make sure the job was done flawlessly and that there are no loose ends.” Y/N nodded, looking away in thought. “I have no doubt you played your part well enough for the job to be flawless,” he complimented, “After all, you and your sister are the best of thieves.” Y/N simply gave him a brief, ingenuine smile, allowing the drive to be a silent one. They needed a little calm after what had just happened. 

After a five minute drive, they reached the private airport where a jet was waiting for Y/N. Coming to a stop a few hundred feet from the jet, the car door opened and Y/N got out. She began to walk towards the jet’s open door, Edmundo following close behind her. “There is a change of clothes waiting for you on one of the seats,” Edmundo said behind her, “I assume you want to get out of the dress as soon as you possibly can.” “Yes,” she said bluntly. 

Reaching the stairs, Y/N turned to Edmundo before she began to climb them. “Thank you for the assistance in this,” she began, “I couldn’t have done this without your help.” Edmundo smiled softly, “I’m sure you could have, but you are just too humble to admit it.” Y/N chuckled softly. A humble thief. 

“We are ready to leave ma’am,” the pilot called out from inside the jet. Y/N gave Edmundo one last grateful nod and made her way up the stairs of the jet. As soon as she walked through the entrance, she looked to her right to see Amelie changed out of her navy blue dress, replacing the expensive apparel with comfortable sweatpants and a grey hoodie. “Well it took you long enough,” Amelie teased, looking up from a burner phone she had, presumably to text who was waiting for them. “Next time, you’re the one that’s going to steal the target,” Y/N replied harshly, “Let’s see how long you take.” 

She made her way over to the seat where her clothes were. “Take a seat,” Amelie suggested, “We have to take off before you can change.” Y/N nodded, taking the skirt off for the second time that night and setting it on the seat beside her. She sat down and removed the bag from her thigh, setting it on top of the skirt. “So, was it as easy as we thought?” Amelie asked as they prepared for the plane to get in the air. 

Y/N sighed, “Not really, there was a miscalculation and I was only able to get the replica. The heart was kept in a secure box. If I had tried to open it, there would have been a significant amount of evidence left behind.” Amelie nodded. She knew this was possible, but at least they were able to get something out of the two weeks spent in Blythenon. Besides the memories of living in an actual fairytale. “We’ll get an earful from Vie,” she said solemnly. Y/N looked to her again, “With everything that happened since we arrived here, that’s the absolute least of my worries.” Amelie nodded, looking out the window as the plane began to gain speed before lifting into the air.

As soon as the plane was stable enough for the sisters to walk around, Y/N got up, taking her clothes with her to the bathroom. Amelie watched as she passed by. When the bathroom door shut, she took the burner phone out to look at the last message received before they began their flight. “Glad you’re both safe. Text back when you land. Can’t wait for you to get back home.” it read. Amelie smiled fondly. The message was endearing, but she wasn’t going home. Home would be the last word she’d use to describe the place she’d go back to. Hell would be the first word she’d use. Still, the message reminded her of why she was going back. As much as she secretly wanted to stay, she had to go back to one of the few people she cared for, besides Y/N. It wasn’t home, but she had a reason to go back. 

Her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and Y/N walked out, now wearing a black tank top, dark grey sweatpants, and a navy blue sweatshirt with a zipper. She took her seat across from Amelie and looked out the window. Taking one last look at the kingdom she’d come to love, she sighed. The hurt was setting in and all she could do was look at the lights from the houses and buildings they flew over. 

Amelie took notice of the way she was acting and reached over to put a hand on her sister’s knee. “Hey,” she began in a soft voice, “It’s ok.” Y/N looked at her with tears in her eyes. “I saw Augustus and Charles standing near the door as I was making my way out,” she said in a shaky voice, “When one of the moles said the king was looking for them, Charles said something about him telling them the good news.” Amelie’s face changed in realization. No, she couldn’t have. “Thomas was going to say something or do something to get me to stay and it would have worked,” Y/N cried. Instantly, Amelie got up and moved to sit on the seat next to her, moving the skirt and bag out of the way. She sat down next to Y/N and wrapped one arm around her, pulling her in closer as tears began to fall from her eyes. Y/N took in shaky breaths, trying to calm down. She couldn’t. Not after everything that happened. 

For a moment in her life, she experienced true, genuine happiness. Something she never really felt before suddenly overwhelmed her in ways she never even considered.The friend she made, the people she met, the new things she got to experience. The man she came to love. She wanted to continue to feel that, but it wasn’t permanent. Now she was hurting and she wasn’t the only one feeling this pain. As soon as the real castle guards realize the replica is missing, Thomas will begin to feel the same pain she was feeling. 

“What are you talking about?” Amelie asked, hoping she wouldn’t hear the only three words that would explain her current state. Y/N looked up at her with tears still running down her face, “I got attached.”

Amelie pulled her back into an embrace. Dammit. She hoped it wouldn’t happen, but it was inevitable. She knew it was. Ever since Amelie saw the way Thomas looked at Y/N when they had the private meeting, she knew it was going to end this way. She didn’t want to accept it, but she knew it could happen. Amelie decided it was best to just let her cry. There was nothing she could say to make her feel even slightly better, because deep down, she felt something similar. She didn’t want to leave either. It was paradise, a way to start over. But good things don’t really last. 

After an hour of crying in silence, Y/N got out of Amelie’s embrace. “I need a distraction,” she said softly. Amelie sat up in her seat, taking out the burner phone and unlocking it to show her the messages. “These are from back home,”  she said, handing Y/N the phone. Y/N began to read through the messages, smiling occasionally when she read something that made her remember why she was doing this. She might not be going back to a home, but they had a family waiting for them. 

Amelie smiled at her reaction, “I knew it would cheer you up a little.” Y/N handed the phone back to her. She stood from her seat, heading to the bathroom to clean the tears off her face. Alone once more, Amelie looked over to the bag. The replica couldn’t look that different. She reached over to grab it, placing it on her lap and unzipping it. She took out the box that held it and slowly began to open it. 

Just as she opened it, Y/N walked out of the bathroom to see her sister looking at the inside of the box with wide eyes. “Y/N,”she said cautiously, “Why is there a jewel missing?”

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A/N: What do you think happened to the jewel? Thank you guys so much for reading!! I really appreciate all the support you’ve shown me, I can’t even put into words how much it means to me!! Anyway, I’m going to be delaying Chapter 16 because of an assignment I have to do but also for suspense, so expect it around Thursday night. In the meantime, let’s start a discussion; What do you guys think will happen next? Who do you think is waiting on them? Leave your guesses in the comments, as feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Thanks again for reading!! I hope you are staying safe in these terrifying times! Stay safe, and I love you!!

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heya! thanks for answering my inquiry from earlier :) could i get a horror-tone fic or h/cs (your pick) of yandere!bubba with some gore?

A/n: This fic kind of took a mind of its own, I apologize If it wasn’t what you had in mind considering it’s not really horror-toned, more angsty, and isn’t really all that gory unless you count the per usual dismembering of humans… I didn’t expect this to turn into what it did!

Side-note: The reader here is gender-neutral! 

Warnings: Yandere Bubba, unhealthy relationships, graphic gore. my dumbass can’t come up with titles.

Words: 1.8k+

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Ride or Die

It hadn’t taken long for Bubba to get this overly-attached to you, clinging to your side wherever you went like a moth to a flame that wouldn’t bite back. It was innocent at first. You didn’t mind his desire for closeness, or support, or even his sometimes overwhelming meltdowns when you’d been out of his sight too long. You’d just figured he’d never had a meaningful relationship like this and he’d grow out of it. For a while that excuse held up, it wasn’t like he he wasn’t angry that you weren’t there with him all the time, he was afraid. Afraid that you’d abandon him.

You’re not going to pretend wasn’t a worthy concern either, you’re a free-spirited type who loves to travel and marvel at the world’s many riches. Natural and Man-made alike. It wasn’t in your nature to stay in one place too long. Soon you’d get restless and antsy. Staying put this long has made you all sorts of stir crazy. And you’re living in a house full of cannibals, who wouldn’t want to leave?

Time after time you’d tell him “I’m not going anywhere, Bubba. I promise.” And while it satisfies him in the moment, the next you find yourself being dragged away from doors and windows as if you’d jump at the slightest chance to hit the road.

It was frustrating to say the least. You loved Bubba, you truly did, but you missed your old life. Going from motel to motel with different friends and cool strangers, attending to pool parties and raves all over the states, knowing the best connections to get in. You missed your freedom, your independence… and boy was it one hell of a mistake to voice that forlorn thought to your love. He put you on lockdown for a week! You weren’t allowed outside, or out of his sight for longer than two seconds. It was bad enough you couldn’t confide in him anymore since he’d only freak out, and bottling it all up was unhealthy.

But shit, this relationship was unhealthy! If this was going to work, you needed some kind of leeway, some kind of freedom! Enough is enough, you need to put your foot down. You either need some space or you’re high-tailing it out of here for real.

You square your shoulders even though your eyes swirl with anxiety, and look up to Bubba who is currently gutting last night’s catch. You cringe at the sight of their open chest, their ribcage visible from where you sat, surrounding a cave of thick blood and muscle. You shake out of it and find your voice once more.

“Bubba,” He jumps slightly, even though you know he’s always aware of your presence in the room. He makes a sweet, questioning sound in response like he enjoys the sound of his name on your tongue. “We need to talk.”

His chitters nervously under your gaze as he processes your words, but nods for you to continue while simultaneously trying to continue working. You flinch when you hear a sickening crack as he tugs on what sounds like a bone, and take in a shaky breath, gulping down your nervousness.

“I’m restless, Love. I’m not built for this life, I want to stay here with you, but If I’m going to you’re going to have to give me some sort of freedom. I can’t stay cooped up in this house all the time, it’s no good for me and you know it.” You decide to be straight with him, and if he starts being difficult then you can resort to a little sweet talk, but for now, you just want to get your point across.

He makes a pained, whimpering type noise and you don’t let it get to you, knowing it’s as much of a manipulation tactic as it is pitiful. He shakes his head with a grunt the cleaver coming down on the meat with a bit more force than normal, and the impact makes you jump in your seat. He notices and starts babbling apologetically. He abandons the dismembered corpse on the working table, really just a slab of what looked like an old wooden crate.

You decide to let him come close and wrap you up in his arms, despite the irritation of knowing he’s dodging the subject. You sigh and hug him close to you, but you aren’t backing down, not yet.

“Bubba, It’s either you let me go places on my own, or I’m going to have to… have to…” You trail off, when he starts shaking, no doubt trying not to cry. He was so emotional, so sensitive, and it hurt your heart to upset him like this but you couldn’t live like this either. “Or I’m going to have to go.”

That’s all you needed to say for the dam to break, he drops to his knees on the floor before you where you stay seated on a chair just a ways from his work table. He’s sobbing and babbling uncontrollably into your stomach, hand scrambling for purchase, you take his hands in a brief moment of panic and wince at the force of his grip. You’ve never been good at seeing your Bubba cry, so naturally, you wrap him up n your arms, bending over him to cradle his head to your chest as he cries. You shush and coo soothing words into his ear as you rock him, hands carding through his dark curls comfortingly.

It’s always hard to get Bubba to calm down once he’s been worked up, and even once he’s simmered down he’s all hiccups and sniffles for a good long while after that.

“Shh, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay…” You whisper to him as he shakes in your arms, hands having gravitated to surround your knees in the same iron grip. You know that the best way to go about this was to comfort and coddle him now, trying to pry more with him in this state could only result in him throwing a tantrum. But, you aren’t going to give in to his pleading, you’ll love on him willingly, but you’re no pushover. You wouldn’t be able to stand another lockdown.“You’re alright, baby, I’m here, you’re alright.”

He starts to settle down under your gentle reassurance and soft praise, as he always did when he had a breakdown. As you suspected he’s still hiccuping, the tremors causing his body to jerk into each one. He’s at least stable enough to continue talking to you decide, though you keep him cradled to you. Knowing he’ll want to be held when you start talking again.

“Bubba, you still have a choice to make, I can’t stay cooped up here all my life. I only stay here for you, and if… and if it truly hurts you so much that I might leave…” You sigh, hands petting his neck and shoulders soothingly as he remains quiet for you, letting you speak this time. “Then hell, Bubba, come with me.”

He’s tense now, and the look in his big brown eyes is nothing short of violent mortification. He shakes his head rapidly, whimpering into your wrist as he seizes one of your hands to feverishly leave kisses on your flesh. He’s scared. And you know why, the thought of leaving the family he has, no matter how abusive they may be must truly terrify him.

“I know that scares you,” You chuckle half-heartedly, the sound bittersweet on your lips as you caress his cheek through his mask, eyes drifting away from him. “But the person I’ll become If I stay here too long scares me.”

You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes, glossy and warm as they start to drip down the side of your face. You reach a hand up to hastily wipe them away, eyes still avidly avoiding his own. You couldn’t help it, crying. You’d kept these feelings in for so long that it’s almost too much to handle without falling apart like Bubba just did. 

“I wouldn’t mind taking you with me, we’d have lots of fun together,” You say, a half-hearted smile on your lips as you bring your solemn eyes down to his. The dreamy look in them shocks you, could it be that he wants that too? The thought pulls at your heart-strings, and you smiled wider at the thought of driving around the world with him, his head sticking out the window like a puppy as you show him things he’s only ever seen on the television. “We wouldn’t have to worry about food, Drayton, money… I have some friends that could get me my old job back, we could go anywhere we want.”

“Would you like that?” You ask, wearily, and Bubba looks away anxiously. But he nods after a moment of deep thought, but he looks back to the table where the carcass sits open, blood pooling over the side. 

You realize that he’s worried about how his family will survive without him, and you yourself are stumped on that detail. But this is about the two of you, his brothers shouldn’t be able to control his whole life like this.

“I know it’ll be hard to leave them behind, but we can always come back and visit, whenever you want. I think… I think they’ll be okay.” You almost felt like a teenager running away with a boy, like those cheesy, ride or die films about the goodie-two-shoes female lead and the bad boy sweeping her off her feet to a better life.

Perhaps that made you the bad influence and him the angel, but you find that it doesn’t bother you.

Bubba doesn’t feel like he can bear to part with you now after he’s been subjected to your affection this long. After his obsession with you has grown this great, the thought of you leaving him after all of that almost physically pains him as it crosses his mind. All other coherent reason and worry for his family that he cared so deeply about faded into the background, silhouettes as you and your light became his whole world. 

He couldn’t let you go alone, let you leave him, leave without him.

He seethes at the thought, the pit of blackness gripping him in the jaws of his love. The impulse of infatuation and obsession circled him like hungry wolves, feeding on the morals he still had left until all that remained was you.

He’d protected you, killed for you… and now he was going to leave for you.

[nikkzwrites]

Yesterday Once More | Dark Fix-It Fic Series | Chapter 12

A/N: This fic is one that I started with my OC because honestly, I personally didn’t like how season 3 ended. So I am rewriting all of Dark with my OC Annalise Dahlheim. I hope you all like it. Some things will be expanded more on just for more depth to Dark that season 3 kinda skipped over so…. yeah.

CW: Canon Typical Triggers: Smoking, Sex, Language, Drugs, Drinking, Death, Violence, Suicide Mentions, Cutting, Violence.

Word Count:  6.9k

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“We have managed to stabilize the God Particle and the resulting mass,” Claudia’s recorded voice echoed through the empty power plant, “In a stable state, it seems to create a kind of portal which allows for time travel. If the matter is supplied with sufficient voltage, it can be kept in a stable state in the long term. Sending objects through the stabilized matter has already proven possible.” Jonas stared at the swirling dark mass before him as the recording continued, “A generator has to supply sufficient AC current for that. Even after lengthy observation, we’re not sure what the energy source of the unstable matter is. Measurements indicate there is no form of energy loss.” Jonas looked down at his sheet as he continued to work on the machines trying to make a portal for him to go back home. “It appears to be a type of self sustaining recursive system.” Jonas stood back and threw the switch. Frustratingly, the system still didn’t work as the prerecorded Claudia droned on, “The matter’s radiation levels exceed control values. Still no sign of decay has been observed. This is consistent with the laws of conservation of energy, yet contradicts the second law of thermodynamics. Moreover the matter seems to exist independent of external temperature, in solid, liquid, and gaseous states at once. And the molecules seem to be in a constant cycle.” Jonas tried once more. Only this time the machine actually powered up. The ball formed into a perfect sphere causing Jonas to start awestruck at the dropping sphere only for the power to stop. He turned around annoyed trying to find the source of the problem. There, the generator lacked the proper oil to continue.

The sun rose on the 22nd of June 1987. It was five days until the apocalypse. Mikkel shot up in his new bed. There on his wall was a picture of the Goonies. He squeezed his eyes closed and slowly opened them again to study the ‘Captain Future’ and ‘Nuclear Navigators’ comics scattered across his floor. He slowly pulled himself out of bed and shook his head. He could almost feel like Annalise was there. Like a phantom of her fleeting across his imagination. He slowly made his way downstairs where Ines was working on making a sandwich for him. 

“Hey, sleepyhead. We’re running a bit late today,” Ines commented. She packed his lunch into his bag. When she saw Mikkel just staring at her, she sighed and said, “Come on, everything will be fine. Just one more week and it’s summer vacation.”

Part of him wondered if this was what it was like for Jonas on his first day back to school. He sighed and recounted to Ines, “It’s my mother’s birthday today.” He longed to be there. He knew in his heart that had he been in his time, Magnus and Martha would be rushing around downstairs decorating as Ulrich swooped back into the house with the last of the needed icing for the Black Forest gâteau Annalise was making. His heart yearned to be on the counter kicking his legs as he stole some of the cherries that were going to decorate the top of the cake. As punishment, Annalise would place a bit of Ganache on the tip of his nose while licking the rest off her finger with a smile that lit up his dreams. Ulrich would then place a bit of the left over batter across her cheek using one of the spatulas that she had used to stir it and wink at his son as if he knew how much Mikkel loved her.

Ines slowly put down her keys and cupped the boy’s face, “You know what we said about that.” She tried to reason with Mikkel, “The past is the past…” She brushed his hair away from his face.

Mikkel nodded, “The now is now.” 

Ines caressed him before asking, “Shall we?” At Mikkel’s shrug, she stood up and told him, “Come on.” She led him outside so that he could go to school without any more talk or thoughts of his past life.

Claudia called through her house, “Regina! You’re going to be late!” She turned to Egon and told him, “The French delegation is visiting the plant. I just can’t do it.”

Egon shook his head and explained, “No problem. I don’t have anything else to do.”

Claudia stormed to try and find her daughter, “Regina!”

“I can really do this more often,” Egon told his daughter. When Claudia walked back Gretchen followed her. Something in the back of the man’s head tingled with familiarity. “Where did you find this little one,” he asked Regina. He scooped the dog up into his arms as Claudia stared at him in panic. “Looks like Gretchen,” he commented.

Claudia shook her head quickly lying, “Nonsense.” She took the dog from the confused man and called for her daughter once more, “Regina! Where are you?”

“Listen,” Egon confessed wavering, “I actually wanted to talk to you. There’s something I have to tell you.”

Regina, who was finally ready to go from straightening her hair, walked out right at that moment, “Hi, Grandpa. Can we go?” She was in a rush to go and she walked around with her head held high and a newer self confidence that could only be led back to her meeting the boy Aleksander.

“No need to say bye.” Claudia yelled, “No problem!” After hearing the door slam, she turned back to her father and asked, “You wanted to tell me something?”

Egon bit his lip and shook his head. He, then, nodded and told her, “Never mind. Alright. I will see you later.” He walked out following his granddaughter. 

At the police station in 2020, Charlotte stared at the picture of Noah and Sic Mundus. She turned it over to confirm that on the back it indeed still read, ‘8. January 1921. Sic Mundus Creatus Est.’ She looked up and rolled to her search engine on her work computer and typed in ‘Sic Mundus Creatus Est.’ When she searched it she came across the meaning, ‘Thus the world was created.’

Clausen walked into Charlotte’s office and informed her, “The interview with Mrs. Tiedemann. Already forgotten?”

Charlotte shook her head, “No. I thought you might do it alone after all.”

“Why,” Clausen raised his brow, “Do you have something better to do?”

Charlotte’s hands raised defensively, “No. I just wondered why we’re starting with Mrs. Tiedemann. She has no link to any of the missing people.”

Clausen sighed, “Everyone disappeared near the caves and the nuclear power plant grounds.” He walked in as he explained, “Your colleague Ulrich Nielsen’s brother disappeared in that area in 1986 as well. And then… There’s also the door in the caves leading right to the nuclear power plant.” He leaned over the desk and asked her, “How long have Aleksander Tiedemann and his wife been married?”

Charlotte furrowed her brow then shook her head looking at him, “I don’t exactly know. Regina was… in her mid twenties. Why?”

“Don’t you find it unusual,” He asked. 

Charlotte asked for clarification, “What?”

“That Aleksander Tiedemann took his wife’s name,” Clausen spoke. 

Charlotte shook her head, “No.”

“Shall we go,” He asked her again.

Charlotte, taking the hint, stood up and started to walk out. When Clausen didn’t make an immediate move she called to him and asked, “Are you coming?”

“Yes,” he called to her as he walked away still curious about what his colleague was trying to hide from him.

Elizabeth stared at her book that she got from her great grandfather’s old shop. She was completely absorbed in it that she nearly didn’t notice her sister standing up to go get the door. She was a bit confused because their parents weren’t supposed to be home yet.

Hearing the doorbell, Franziska stood up and walked to the door. She opened the door to reveal Magnus. Annoyed, she asked him, “Hey, where have you been?” He paced inside with the girl hot on his trail, “Why didn’t you call me back? I was trying to reach you the whole time.”

Magnus turned to her and scowled, “Last year, I know where you got the money.” He shook his head and quoted Bernadette, “ ‘Blow job 40 euros, anal 85. Kinky stuff costs extra?’ Who did you do it with, huh? Who did you blow in this damn shithole?” Franziska’s face contorted in confusion and hurt as Magnus continued, “Nothing has changed. Everyone lies. Everyone cheats.”

Franziska shook her head. Her face reddening from trying to hold back tears, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I followed you,” confessed Magnus, “I know who you get your money from.”

Franziska took a large breath and angrily asked, “So your first thought is that I prostitute myself?”

Sneering, Magnus replied, “What else?”

Franziska yelled at him, “I don’t sell my tits or ass! I sell hormone therapy prescriptions, you idiot! My father used to use them to pay for his visits. He stopped going and now I’m the new supplier.”

Magnus stared at her and shook his head, “Why do you do it?”

“I help her, she helps me,” Franziska shouted at him, “It’s that simple!” Magnus started to shake his head causing the girl to continue, “The secrets aren’t the problem, it’s the shit we all project onto others. I said it’s none of your fucking business, and it isn’t! I can’t believe you spied on me. How messed up are you?” She stormed past him to go back into the den to sit on the sofa. 

Magnus stared at her for a second before storming out the house.

The older Jonas watched as the girl started to cry in her sleep. He reached over to her and started to wipe her tears away. He kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her pulling the girl on top of him. Her hair stuck to his beard as he kissed the top of her head once again. He held her closer as she started to thrash and scream.

Annalise was drowning in the void. It felt as if someone, or something, was dragging her down deep within the depths. Before, she was on a small makeshift raft with Bartosz, Magnus, Martha, Regina, and Aleksander, a storm hit causing her and Martha to be thrown overboard. But now she was in a deep, black void.  As she cried out, it only felt as though the dark liquid rushed into her mouth and lungs. Every turn she saw another cold, swollen, lifeless face there with her. Mikkel, Erik, Jonas, Ulrich, Yasin, Helge, her own father Lukas, and when she looked down, there smiling up at her, each holding an ankle was herself and David. Every fiber of her being was on fire, yet ice cold.

Jonas winced at her scratching at him as if she were a caged animal. He called to her, “Annalise, my love. Wake up.” He squeezed her a bit tighter in his arms, “Darling. Wake up.” 

Annalise shook awake. Her body convulsed as it coughed up air as if she was choking. Her eyes released more tears as she tried her best to breathe. She buried herself into the man’s neck and wrapped herself around him.

He slowly pulled her close to him and lifted them out of bed. He cradled her as he walked with her still crying into his shoulder. He cooed, “I know. I know. It’s okay. You’re safe now. You’re right here with me. Everything’s okay.” As he comforted her, she only responded by wrapping her arms around his neck tighter. He sauntered to his bag and wobbly bent down to place it on the chair so that he could grab a clean shirt out of it. After placing the clean shirt onto his arm, he slowly started to walk them to the shower. Jonas started it running. He whispered into her ear, “I’m going to slip if I keep holding you like this. Are you okay?” When he felt her nod, he placed her down gently and grabbed her face. He kissed right in the middle of her big puffy red eyes. Jonas told her, “It won’t take long okay?” He put his shirt in the sink.

Annalise nodded. She looked at his chest finally to see tiny red scrapes that seemed like claw marks. 

When Annalise reached to touch the scratches she gave him, Jonas turned from her and chuckled, “don’t worry about it.” He said, “As you can see, you have to do a lot more than that to hurt me. I have thick skin.”

Her lips trembled as she nodded and waited for him to be done before going in herself. She washed away the cold sweat off of her. She could feel him still there in the room with her, yet she just focused on the warm water carrying all the fear from her.

Jonas stared at her form hidden from him by the curtain. He didn’t want to leave her alone just in case. He knew what trauma did to people all too well. He turned to face himself in the mirror. He stared at his face wondering how, if things were different, would he still be the same. Would he still look like this? He tried to imagine what Annalise herself would look like. He only ever knew her at this age. Would she still love him if she were able to go past this?

Annalise slowly turned off the shower. She dried herself off and walked out. She noticed him looking distressed. She smiled gently at him, “Is there something wrong?”

He shook his head, “No. I’m sorry for worrying you.” He watched as she stole one of his old hoodies and slipped it on. A smile spread across his face. His heart was young and light once more. His eyes lit up. His troubles felt so far away seeing her in his clothes. He couldn’t believe he took all of this for granted so long ago.

Annalise gave him a hug and asked Jonas, “Should we head downstairs? Get some breakfast?” She kissed his hidden jaw.

Jonas nodded, “Yeah.” He watched as she walked into his room to place her phone to charge. He started his way downstairs after grabbing his suitcase. 

Hannah sat at the table looking at pictures of her son. She felt at a loss. He was here with them, yet her Jonas was off in the future. Annalise seemed to have moved on very quickly to this new Jonas that actually burned inside of her a bit. She placed the picture down when she heard his heavy steps go down the stairs.

Jonas silently placed his suitcase on the table and opened it up for his mother. He took out his time machine to show to her.

“What’s this,” Hannah asked.

Annalise answered from the stairs, “A time machine.” She walked down stairs and kissed Jonas’s cheek. She told him, “I’m going. I will see you later.” She pulled away from him after he gave her a small acknowledgement nod and walked towards the door.

Hannah looked back at Jonas, “Since when? You know what… Please continue.”

“This machine takes you 33 years into the past,” Jonas explained as he finished opening up the box, “and 33 years into the future.”

Hannah stood up and examined the box, “You’re both serious?”

Jonas stared at her then sighed, “I did it all wrong. I tried to keep a secret. The truth is, that is exactly what’s destroying us. The secrets. Mom, I know that sounds insane. That’s why I want you to see it for yourself. With your own eyes.”

“What do you mean,” Hannah asked her son.

Jonas whispered, “Dad’s secret.”

Mikkel walked up to the school. He zoned out for a second only to get shoulder checked by a black eyed Katharina who told him to, “Get out the way dork.”

Hannah stopped to look at him giving him a small smile before getting called back by her friend.

“Hannah, come on!” Katharina commanded. When Hannah hurried up to meet her, she asked, “What are you staring at?”

Mikkel sighed and turned away from the school to walk away.

Claudia power walked her way through the power plant with Gretchen in toe. Her heels clicked against the concrete floors.

Her assistant rushed to her and said, “Thank God you’re here. Someone’s waiting for you in your office. I didn’t know… It was about the dog. She says it’s hers.”

Claudia looked up at the woman in shock. She then walked into her office to see an older lady with long gray hair. The small poodle trotted up to the woman proving that Gretchen did indeed know who she was. 1986 Claudia looked at the woman and asked, “Is that your dog? I’m so sorry. She ran up to me. We called the shelter and no one reported her missing. And she resembles the dog I had as a kid.”

“Gretchen,” the older Claudia told her younger self.

Scared, the younger Claudia asked, “How do you know that?”

The older woman shrugged a bit with a playful look in her eye, “Because it’s my dog. Just like it’s yours.”

The younger Claudia took a step back realizing the full scope of what the older woman had said. Breathing hard, she asked, “Excuse me?”

“And the blood test results,” Egon asked the doctor, “So it’s already spread. To the hospital? This Friday? No. Yes, that should work. Don’t worry. I have someone. Yes.” He hung up the phone and slowly walked himself to his chair to sit and contemplate his life. Seeing Mads face in the newspaper reminded him of his missed appointment with Helge. He looked up knowing what he had to do.

“I know it’s hard to believe,” The older Claudia told her younger self, “But I remember.”

“What,” 1987 Claudia shook her head.

The older Claudia clarified, “this precise moment. Go to the blinds. Trust me.” She watched as her younger self followed her instruction then stated, “two people are sitting at their desks, Hermann and Kowaltschik. Our secretary will approach the desk on the right in a moment. She’ll fan her face on the way. Watch Kowaltschik. He’s about to drop his pen.”

Everything happened just as the older woman described causing Claudia to turn to her and ask, “How did you do that?”

“I experienced it all,” The older Claudia explained while holding the small poodle in her arms, “Everything you’ve ever experienced and everything you ever will. I am you. And I was told by me that you and I are the same person.”

Claudia shook her head, “That’s impossible.”

Her older self sighed and watched as she moved to sit back down again. “This is Gretchen,” The older self explained, “The day she ran into the cave. I was there waiting for her. She recognized me at once as if I hadn’t aged a second. I brought her to the other side so that you would find her. Some things have to happen as they always have.”

Claudia nodded, “The cave. The incident last summer. Something else happened after all!”

In 2053, Jonas walked through the empty foggy streets to grab some more fuel. He then set up a small music player in the school to distract everyone from what he was doing. The ghost form of Annalise danced around him with a smile on her face and an arm around her own waist as she twirled. She beckoned him to join her, Martha, and Bartosz in having fun. Bartosz was there with her dancing with her with one of his arms limp to the side as Martha sat on the desk with a hole in her heart bobbing her head to the music. He walked past their phantoms and grabbed his things to continue his work so that he could actually join them in their time rather than just seeing distant memories of them. Just on time, the patrol truck passed. The group hopped out to prepare their raid on the building. Jonas, then, jumped over the wall so that he could syphon its gas into his canister. He quickly ducked behind the wall scared out of his mind as the person guarding the tank had started to move over towards the side he was previously on. There beside him as he breathed quickly was a hazy form of Annalise. As if a memory of her sitting pressed a wall. Her breathing slow. Her eyes were closed helping him slowly close his eyes and calm his breathing so that he was less likely to be heard.

“Do you believe in ghosts,” The young Regina asked.

Aleksander replied, “What do you mean?”

Regina laughed, “The book we’re reading at school. It’s about ghosts and demons” They sat facing each other tangled up in the other’s legs. She continued, “that we inherit from our parents.” She lifted up their held hands and explained, “And...that you pass them on. Dark stuff. From generation to generation.”

Aleksander shrugged and shook his head, “Maybe.” His thumbs grazed the back of her palms. He chuckled and smirked, “I’m sure you inherited your mother’s best features.” He folded his arms so that her arms were even more intertwined with his.

“I didn’t know if she had any,” sighed Regina. 

“No,” the lovestruck boy teased.

Regina smiled as she shook her head, “You have no idea. She...She’s never around. And when she is, all she does is gripe about me.” Aleksander let out a large breath and started to trace his loved one’s scars on her wrist as she continued, “She has never once said, ‘I love you’ to me.”

Aleksander sighed. His eyes held her hostage as he told her, “I love you.” He held that moment between them before they both leaned forward to press their lips against their partner’s.

Clausen asked the older Regina, “How would you describe your relationship with Ulrich Nielsen?”

“I think it’s known that we have no relationship with the Nielsens,” the woman explained.

Clausen heckled, “Yet he showed up at your hotel the day before he disappeared. What did he want?” 

Charlotte stared at the box on the table as Regina explained, “He wanted to know what really happened in 1986. Because I was the last one… to see his brother alive.”

Clausen looked around the room and commented, “Your husband. How long has he lived in Winden?”

“Since 1986. Why do you ask,” asked Regina right back.

Clausen then asked, “Why did he take your last name?”

“What does one have to do with the other,” she asked while shaking her head.

Charlotte threw up her hands and started to act as if getting up, “If we are done here--”

Clausen shushed her and motioned for the  woman to stop. “There is still something,” He commented to his coworker. He turned towards Regina and asked, “Isn’t there?”

Regina nodded and said, “Last year, a stranger came to the hotel. Those are his things.” Charlotte nodded and opened the box as the other woman continued, “He wanted to rent a room. He looked like a homeless person. He paid cash. He left after a few days, but he wanted to keep the room. He never came back.” She watched as Charlotte started to spread out all of the older Jonas’s things across the table. Regina told Clausen, “These were all over his walls. As he was leaving he asked me to mail a package for him. ”

“To whom,” asked Clausen.

Regina took a baited breath and then told him, “Jonas Kahnwald.”

Annalise stared down at the lake beneath her. The stone ledge was the only thing keeping her from it’s depths. She swallowed down her anxiety and started to strip down. She hung her borrowed clothes on a tree branch. She walked a little away from the ledge, turned, then sprinted right off. As her feet left the hard ground, she performed a dive straight into the lake below her. Her eyes closed. Her heart beat faster than she ever knew it to beat.

Magnus happened to be passing by as he sulked in the forest. He saw Annalise run, then, jump into the water. He started to panic. The boy knew how she was about water and swimming. He threw off his shirt and pants hurrying to get into the water. “Annalise,” yelled the boy as he swam out towards where she had jumped.

Weightlessness was a melancholic memory. Annalise opened her eyes feeling herself submerged in the water. She needed to get deeper. She spread her legs much like a frog and forced them together propelling herself farther into the lake. Her hair flowed behind her as she tried to force her way into the darkness. She kept swimming down until she started to hear thrashing near the service of the water. She turned her head to see a pair of legs there. It wasn’t long until she saw Magnus dive down as well. He looked so scared. Annalise swam over to him and grabbed his shoulders.

Magnus flailed beneath the water looking for the girl. He couldn’t spot her until she grabbed onto his shoulders and turned him towards the surface once more. She pointed upwards indicating that they should go up to talk. He nodded and swam up after her. Once he was out of the water he watched her breathing deeply and screamed, “What the fucking hell?” He pushed his hair out of his face.

Annalise turned toward him, “What are you doing here Magnus?” She had finally caught her breath. Her eyes burned from trying to transition from water to air again causing her to repeatedly blink.

“What am I doing here,” He yelled at her, swimming them towards the rocky edge for them to sit, “What the hell were you thinking? That was so fucking stupid! What if I weren’t here?”

Annalise smiled at him as she pulled herself out the water and wrung out her hair. She giggled for a second and slyly commented, “I’d probably still be trying to see how far I could go.”

He growled at her, “You could have gotten seriously hurt.” He watched as she sprawled on top of the sun-warmed rock. As much as he hated to admit it, he felt a little proud seeing her so nonchalant about the water now. He ended up laying down next to her and asked, “But seriously, what made you do this?”

“Honestly,” Annalise sighed, “Everything is just so...crazy right now, that I might as well have done it, right?”

Magnus nodded, “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

The two lay there in the sun letting its heat dry them from the darkness they were once surrounded by. They were there in silence for several minutes before Annalise spoke up again, “You never told me why you were here.” With her eyes still closed absorbing the warmth of the light, she raised one of her eyebrows.

Magnus nodded with his closed as well, “Franziska and I got into it because of some dumbass thing I did.”

Annalise nodded, “Ah.”

Silence overcame the moment once again as they just tried to process their life. They both enjoyed being with each other not having to say anything at all sometimes. Their friendship allowing them to feel the passage of time and their responsibility to it without words. Magnus didn’t realize how much he was going to treasure this memory with her as his life would continue without having her physically being around him.

After a while, Annalise turned to her friend and asked, “Do you hate me?”

“Sometimes,” Magnus admitted, turning to look at her. He huffed and explained, “I sometimes think that you do actually know more about what happened to my father and brother, yet you are refusing to tell me or anyone. Then, I remember that you would never do that to us.” He lay back onto his back and stated, “You love us far too much to ever do anything like that.”

Annalise lay back down as well, “Yeah.”

The older Jonas led his mother through the Winden caves. He periodically looked back to make sure she was still there with him and not hurt. When they got to a large cavern within the space, he set up his machine.

“What is this,” Hannah asked the older version of her son. She breathed heavily and asked, “What are we doing here?”

“It’s safer to travel from here,” He explained to his mother. He knelt down and started to fiddle with the box to start up the machine. He looked up at his mother and told her, “I told you it would be easier to understand once you’ve seen it.”

Mikkel was walking his way back home on the outskirts of the woods just as the box in 2020 was powering up.

Stranger Jonas turned to his mother and told her, “Don’t be scared.” He held her shaking hand as they prepared to travel.

Mikkel continued his walk through the woods avoiding school. Then he heard it. The noise he recognized. He ran his way to the caves hoping to find his way home. He walked closer towards it only to be stopped by a man’s voice.

“Should you be in school,” asked Noah. He walked towards the boy as he continued to cut and eat his apple.

Mikkel looked at him, “I know you.” The boy said, “You were in the hospital.”

Noah strolled over to the boy and explained, “I like coming here. Special place. So...Why aren’t you in school?” When Mikkel didn’t reply, the man smiled, “I see. Sometimes we don’t really know where we’re supposed to be.” He pointed with his knife towards the caves and said, “But I wouldn’t go in there. It’s like a maze in there. Some have never returned.” Noah put away his knife and started to walk away.

“At the hospital,” Mikkel said to the man, “you said something. The thing about God and that he has a plan for everyone. But what if God has no idea what he’s doing? What if the plan is wrong? If God is mistaken?”

Noah shook his head, “God doesn’t make mistakes. Sometimes we have to have more faith that everything will be okay again.” He turned away and tossed the apple to the side as he walked away.

Egon smiled at Helge, “I’ve been wanting to come by for quite some time. Now that I’m retired, I have time.” Helge looked up at him then started to make his little nature soldiers once more. Egon continued, “I… Mads’ disappearance. I can’t stop thinking about it. On that day… you had a shift at the nuclear power plant. You said you took the country road home, but that’s a detour. Why didn’t you take the forest road?”

Helge slowly spoke, “He… He said… He can change everything. He can change the past, and the future.”

“Who said that,” asked Egon.

Helge replied, “The man with the stone.”

Egon asked, “But that was 33 years ago. What does that have to do with Mads?”

Helge took a deep breath, “But no one can change it. No one. Not even the White Devil.”

“The White Devil,” Egon asked, “You’ve said that before. Back then, as a child.” 

Helge started to work once more. He kept repeating to himself, “Tick-Tock. Tick-tock.”

The older Claudia stood in the cave with her younger self. She explained, “I would like you to trust in an idea that’s bigger than you. Bigger than any of us.” She started to unscrew a canister of the God Particle.

“What’s that,” the younger self asked.

Older Claudia explained, “This is humankind’s greatest discovery. And also its doom. It allows you to travel through time. Thirty three years back. Thirty three years forward. And it will take exactly 33 years for the cycle to be completed again. Until you are standing where I am standing now and accept your role in this never-ending dance, and every sacrifice it requires. In five days, everything will start over. You must stop Adam.”

The younger Claudia shook her head, “Who is Adam?”

“You don’t understand it yet,” She explained then took out some diagrams, “But you soon will.” She let the younger version of her take it then continued once more, “Until then, everything will happen as it always has. As it must.” She started up the machine allowing herself to back way, “In the end, life is just a collection of missed opportunities. You don’t have much more time with Regina. But if everything works out… she will live.” After that, she disappeared in a black sphere leaving Claudia alone in the cave.

Jonas trekked back to his secret place in the nuclear power plant. As soon as he crawled under. Silja and her group were there with guns pointed at him. Elizabeth walked out from the woods and the boy knew he was in trouble.

Charlotte drove and called Peter. She explained what she had learned to him in a panicked tone. She looked over to her grandfather’s book next to her then back onto the road. She started to break down with her husband asking, “Why did he never tell me who my parents really were?”

Jonas stood there with the noose around his neck and his feet and wrists bound. He glared out at Elisabeth as he shed a tear.

Silja translated for her once more, “You know the rules. Do you think they don’t apply to you?”

Elisabeth held her gun up at him then Jonas asked her, “Why are you lying to them? Why don’t you tell them what’s really in the dead zone?” She shot his leg causing the boy to cry out in pain. He yelled, “In five days, in my time, everybody is going to die! I have to stop that. There is no prophecy! The passage will never open. Your paradise does not exist! But behind the wall-”

Elisabeth had enough of his desperate pleas and kicked his stand from under him. Silja couldn’t even watch as she heard him choking. After a short while, Elisabeth shot the rope allowing the boy down from his hanging.

Egon sat at his home and answered his phone, “Hello? Egon here. Yes. Listen, in 1953 we arrested a man. What happened to him after 1953? He killed two kids back then. Then he abducted Helge Doppler. Yeah. I wanted to know what happened to him. Yes, I’ll hold.” He stared at the picture of Ulrich then when he heard a reply, “Yes? Okay, that’s the case. What? He’s still here? Where?” 

He then went to visit the mental hospital where Ulrich was staying. When the nurse led him to the man, he slowly approached. “Excuse me, please. You may not remember me anymore. My name is Egon Tiedemann. I arrested you 34 years ago.”

Ulrich turned towards him and said, “Egon Tiedemann.” He stood up and asked, “How could I ever forget you?”

“I…” Egon stumbled over his words, “I wanted… I have a few questions.”

Ulrich leaned over and sniffed the man. He then quoted in English, “‘My only aim is to take many lives. The more the better I feel.’”

Egon moved back, “I know that. You’ve said that before. What does it mean?”

Ulrich shook his head, “It means that you, you moron, still haven’t understood a thing.” He sat back down at his table, “But now you have to hurry. You don’t have much time left. I know when you die. It was in the paper.”

Egon moved closer to him, “I don’t understand.”

“No,” Ulrich told the man, “Of course you don’t. But maybe that is also your fate. To die as clueless as you were when you were born.” Ulrich laughed, “Everyone gets what they deserve.”

A storm brewed in Winden causing Mikkel to walk back home to an awaiting Ines. She sat at the table smoking. She ran to her son and asked, “Where have you been?” She held him and told the boy, “I was so worried.” She sniffled, “I called the school. They said you never showed up there. Did something happen?” When Mikkel didn’t reply, she looked down, “You know what? There are days it’s best to just forget. But… There’s no better comfort food than ‘Toast Hawaii.’ We always had it at home when I was little, with two maraschino cherries. And my dad used to dance like Elvis.” She put down the can of pineapples.

“Do you believe in God,” asked Mikkel.

Ines made a face. She remembered back to the handsome boy who made her interested in the church. His strong sense of will, right and wrong, and how his smile reminded her of a sunset. He always knew exactly what to say and could make her laugh even on her worst days. He would clown around and end up just hurting himself trying to make her smile, but he would always pop back up with a large goofy smile. He was like that with nearly everyone though. He was constantly making Helge feel better about himself. She remembered one time he really made her heart race though. They were helping the community kids learn how to dance. David was sitting out initially and was there to help demonstrate with the Pastor, but no one wanted to partner with her, so he walked over to her. He smiled oh so gently at her and held her close as they danced. He leaned down and in a low voice sang the song just for her, into her ear. After he pulled away, he, in a husky voice just loud enough for prying ears to hear and with a devious smirk, said, “Here’s looking at you, Kid.” He made her feel like the most desirable person in the room. It worked on everyone else too because boys stopped bullying her and girls started to be a bit nicer to her in school. In fact, the group of girls pulled her and Jana to cluck with the rest of them about the boys and question her about David. She started to go to church a lot more after that just to see the older boy. He would walk her and Jana home. After dropping Jana home first, he’d always leave her just like how he pulled away from her after dancing and adding a sweet chaste kiss where her forehead met her hair line. She could remember how lonely he looked walking away. As if, his happiness was simply a mask to make everyone else happy and there was some darkness lurking beneath the surface.

Ines looked at her son and nodded.

“Do you believe he has a plan for us,” Mikkel asked. 

Ines sighed. She thought back to David and her own life after trying to chase the feeling of what he left her...then the feeling of losing her birth son… She nodded once again, “I believe… he does. I believe, for example, that God saw to it that you came to me. And that his plan for me is to be there for you.” She smiled at the boy and rubbed his shoulders, “Right, let’s make ‘Toast Hawaii,’ okay?” She sniffled back tears, “Will you help me?”

Mikkel followed the woman and gave her a much needed hug to comfort the both of them.

In 2053, Jonas sat in his cage. He struggled with his leg and breathing. When he heard Silja, he backed himself more into the corner. His breath hitched as she pointed the gun at him. 

“Why didn’t she kill you,” She asked. She stared at him and asked, “Who are you really?” When he didn’t reply, she yelled, “Who are you?” Jonas stared at her debating for a second before she knocked off the lock and opened his cage. She told him, “I want you to show me. What’s really in the dead zone.”

Jonas agreed and they snuck into the dead zone as Charlotte in 2020 looked for answers of her parents. The older Hannah walked towards the 1987 version of her house. There in the window was Ines and Mikkel laughing. Ulrich looked out of his window as Egon looked over his files. The older Jonas held his mother as she realized her husband was Mikkel. Peter rushed to his wife’s side holding her knowing that she needed it. Annalise walked Magnus home and held him close as tears fell from her eyes. Jonas showed Silja the mass. Claudia trekked back to her house and dug up the time machine her older self left for her 33 years prior. 

Jonas put the gasoline into the generator and cranked the machine to life.

“What is that,” Silja asked.

Jonas said, “She said it’s a portal.”

“Who,” asked the girl.

Jonas explained, “I have tapes with a woman speaking on them. Her name is Claudia Tiedermann. I know none of this makes sense, but that may be the only way back home.” He pointed to it, “No clue if it works.” He turned the electrical on to see the blob turn into a sphere.

“You want to go in,” Silja tried to reason with the boy.

He turned to her and explained, “It doesn’t matter if I die inside of it or out here.” He walked his way to the sphere and slowly let his hand be consumed for a second. He took it out to see if it was okay. With that, he stepped in with the girl calling for him back in 2053.

[lonelyandlovelorn]

Trust - Part 1

A/N: There will be a sequel, probably in a couple of days. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

Genre: fluff? eventually?

Warning: language probably, mention of blood

Word count: 1800

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem reader

Summary: You are in need of help and your first choice is two people who don’t like you. 

Masterlist

Part 2 - Part 3

You clutch your side as blood oozes through your fingers. Your vision is getting fuzzier and you can only hope you’re still walking in the right direction. You had only been to the bunker once, so you definitely aren’t going to be able to walk there on memory alone, but you know that you are close. When you first met the boys, you had cast a spell with the sole purpose of informing you when they were nearby. Based on that feeling you can barely sense, you know you are not far away. You don’t know what you’ll do if you are wrong, or if they aren’t home. 

Die, probably. 

You finally reach the door that looks vague familiar, or the blob representing it does. You attempt to knock once feebly. You know they don’t hear it, so you use what little energy you have left to project to the closest one. All you get out before losing consciousness altogether is a soft, “Help… door.”

*** 

Sam and Dean aren’t on a hunt, the world isn’t currently ending, and neither of them is dying. Life is good in the bunker. They ate dinner an hour ago and had gone their separate ways. Now, Sam is in his room, while Dean sits out in the war room, using his computer to research a hunt they might go on soon. Everything is calm until he hears a voice in his head. It’s a female voice, and familiar, but he doesn’t immediately recognize it. All he knows is he hears a call for help and the word door and his instincts kick in. He dashes up the stairs towards the most likely door, swinging it open.

Dean Winchester is a hard man to surprise. He’s seen it all at this point, it seems. However, Dean is shocked to see a woman he recognizes collapsed on the ground outside the bunker. Without considering anything other than his need to help people, he lifts her gently from the ground, closing the door with his foot and carrying her to a guest room. He calls for his brother after setting her on the bed. Without waiting for him to come, he begins checking for injuries, immediately spotting the blood on her side. He lifts her shirt to find a deep gash. He can’t say what it’s from or who she upset, but he knows it’s bad and that he needs to stop the bleeding. He presses a towel to the wound and is glad to see that she is still unconscious, if only for how much that would have hurt. She’s breathing shallowly and very pale, but Dean is confident in her ability to bounce back, no matter how much it annoys him. When Sam comes in, he only asks what he needs to do, nothing about why she is in the bunker or why they are helping her. The boys are efficient in tending to the woman in the bed, and within 20 minutes, her wounds are cleaned, stitched, and wrapped. Since they aren’t a hospital they don’t have medical equipment to check anything aside from external injuries, but they feel like they get the job done. 

Once she is stable, Dean pulls a chair from the war room next to her bed to sit in to keep watch for the night. 

Now that he isn’t trying to save her life, he has time to think about all of the questions rattling around in his head. What happened? Who did this? Why come to them? Unfortunately, she can’t answer him, so he’s left to watch over her and wonder.

***

You wake sore and disoriented. The only clue that helps you figure out your surroundings is that feeling that the Winchesters are nearby. Your confusion slowly fades as memories come back to you. A blade swiping at your side, running with no sense of direction, collapsing outside the door. You slowly blink your eyes open, looking around the room you have been put in. You first notice that it appears normally unused. As you turn your head the other direction, you are startled by the silent presence of the elder brother. When your eyes widen, he raises a brow at you, obviously inquiring as to why you showed up at their door, bleeding and near death. 

Now, you and the Winchesters had never exactly been friends. Uncomfortable allies at best, truly. You were a witch, and they just didn’t like that. You weren’t out cursing innocent people or using underhanded manipulation for selfish gains. You tended to use your magic on those you deemed deserving of punishment. Abusers, rapists, predators. Those who preyed on people too weak to fight back. The problem was, being a witch, you didn’t exactly advertise that you were basically a vigilante at best. To maintain a place of relative safety among other witches, you didn’t go into details of your motivations. When you crossed paths with hunters, they tended to leave you alone, though begrudgingly. This was the case with Sam and Dean unless they needed something from you. 

Waking up to one of them watching over you is uncomfortable to say the least. You look away and at the ceiling, begging silently for him to let you pretend you’re still asleep. Unfortunately for you, Dean isn’t known for his gentle and coddling nature. 

“Care to tell me what happened? And why you came here of all places?” His gruff voice wouldn’t let you escape his questions.

Sighing, you begin to sit up, gasping loudly at the sudden pain in your side as you collapse back onto the bed, tears springing into your eyes. You feel an arm steady your shoulder and another grab a pillow to prop up behind you. “Easy now, don’t ruin all my hard work.” When you finally get settled, you let out a breath in relief. The spots fade slowly from your line of sight only for you to see a glass of water and a hand held out in your direction. You tentatively take the water and suspiciously eye his hand. He rolls his eyes and flips your free hand over to drop Tylenol tablets into it. You look him in the eye gratefully before taking the pills and drinking some much needed water. At long last, you relax into your pillows and settle yourself in to answer his questions. 

“Well as you can probably guess, I was attacked. I was walking home from a bar and some guy walked up behind me and pressed a knife to my back. I tried to run, but he caught me and gave me that pretty present you stitched up.”

Dean considers your story before following up with more questions. “Okay, how did you get away?” 

“I think I spelled him? I'm sure it was very weak whatever I did, but it distracted him.” You can't remember what you had actually done, you just know you had recited the first spell you could think of before dashing away into the woods when he let go of you. 

He nods. “Why come here?”

This one is harder to answer. How do you explain that even though they don't like you, you trust them intrinsically? “I didn't know where else to go.” He seems to accept that answer before glancing away.

“Do you know why?” He asks.

This is also difficult to answer. You know that the Winchester's are good men, that's why you came to them in your time of need. You know they would probably like you a lot more if they knew the kind of people you targeted. You also know, however, that they will be skeptical of you at best. For some reason, your pride won't let you put it out in the open only to almost certainly be questioned and disbelieved. 

You didn't know the man last night, but you can guess his motives. You shrug at him before answering vaguely. “Probably revenge or lashing out in fear. Who's to say?”

“Revenge for what? Why would he fear you?” Dean leans towards you in his chair, intrigued.

“Maybe I hurt one of his buddies. Maybe he was wronged by a witch. Maybe he knows he's done something wrong.” A mirthless smirk appears on your lips as you look at the hunter. 

“What on earth are you talking about?” He seems frustrated at your lack of a straight answer, but you can't bring yourself to attempt to combat his prejudice against witches. You can't really blame him for it if you're honest with yourself. Hell, you didn't trust most men for similar reasons. 

“Don't worry about it. What matters is I'll be out of your hair and you don't need to deal with me anymore, just give me a few minutes.” You are aware that trying to move will be unbearable, but you know how much he probably wants you to leave. 

Before you can even try to sit up further, Dean is standing over you and gently pushing your shoulders back. For such a rough and tough man he is surprisingly soft in his touch. You gaze quizzically at him as he holds you down. “Whether we like it or not, you're in no condition to try to leave. You're gonna have to stay here until you heal a little more.” 

You are left utterly speechless at the idea of staying with the boys for an extended period of time. “I’m sure I’ll be fine on my own, don’t worry about me.” You really don’t want to try to live with two men who seem to resent what you are. 

“I’m not so much of a dick that I expect you to try to take care of yourself when you can barely even move. I’ll let you leave when you show me that you don’t need any help for normal activities.” He says all of this with the air of authority that only someone who has taken care of others their whole life can possess. 

Not wanting to seem intimidated, you raise an eyebrow at him. “What makes you think you can keep me here if I don’t want to stay?”

He smiles at you like you’re a child who doesn’t understand the world. “I’m pretty good at what I do. Besides, I don’t think it’s about me keeping you here, it’s about the fact that you can barely move, let alone walk your way out of here.” You’re annoyed that you feel chastised by his reasoning. You know that he’s right, you felt it when you tried to sit, how much it would hurt to move. You glower at your blanket, accepting your fate (but not happy about it).

Tag(s): @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Marry for Love

Summary: If you love someone let them go, if they never come back they were never truly yours. But if they come back, they were meant to be. 

Oneshot

Yugyeom X Reader

This is kind of based off of Krogstad and Mrs. Linde’s relationship in “The Doll’s House”.

When I was younger I fell in love with the sweetest man of my life, things were wonderful, we even got engaged. Things took a turn for the worst, my mother fell ill and I needed to take care of her. I dropped everything including the engagement to care for her and my baby sister. My heart broke the minute I had to tell Yugyeom that I could no longer be with him, we were high school sweethearts that lasted. And here I was flushing that whole relationship down the drain. It broke my heart to pieces he would write sometimes hoping I would change my mind. I would read them earnestly and then they just stopped coming. I was torn, it was my fault I would never reply because I had too much on my plate. I love Yugyeom to pieces but that was years ago now, I had married for money while juggling two jobs. The man was older than hell, and he had left me with nothing when he died. No children to keep me laughing, and by then my mother was long gone, and my baby sister had her own family. I was left on my own, no grief to take my heart just the sounds of my own hollow heart.

The last job I had dropped me for someone younger, I was 28 how much younger did they want? Turns out an 18 year old can do a better job than I can. I moved to a new town my heart in shambles. With nothing to keep me going, moving seemed to be the only option for me. The day I moved, my old friend Nari took me in until I was stable with a job and a place to live. 

Who would have guessed that my high school sweetheart would have had kids, and was now widowed. Certainly not me but when I saw him on the streets and his three little ones trailing behind him. My heart sank, he would never see me the same. And as I stared he turned his neck looking dead at me. I ducked under the windowsill, too late, but maybe he would think it was a figment of his imagination. 

Still after all this time he made my heart pick up. He had changed though, he was now something otherworldly; and he still had to care for his kids while being a vampire. He didn't want his kids to suffer the same fate. He was hanging out at his wife's grave when he was turned, she had just recently past. It still kind of hurt, even if he didn't marry for love, and he had married for status. While he was sitting there, they shoved against the gravestone, drained him of blood and poisoned him to become just like the monster they were. 

He has desperately tried to conceal it from his kids, but you can't hide much from a child. They found out quickly, but promised to keep it a secret if he would take them flying. How could he tell his kids no? And so he did, and it became a monthly thing out in the woods. For they had nothing to fear as long as daddy was there. He was thankful for his kids keeping him on his toes and happy even with his disease. 

To see (Y/n) in his town made him feel terror and it made him reminisce in the past. For his heart still belonged to (Y/n) even if his heart no longer beats. His heart caught in his throat and he quickly took his kids home. Investigating if this was really who he saw, sneaking around the town was easy for him with his lightning fast speed. He didn’t use them often to appear normal in the small town he was currently living in. Seeing them standing there in the little shop, awoke his heart, what could he do? Avoid the situation at all costs? Or run straight into the problems and deal with the repercussions later. Wealth and status no longer mattered to him, did it matter to them? All of these questions were running through his head, he sighed deciding to avoid it till another day. Turning back and heading home to his three little ones, he needs to care for. But that would come later it would seem because there they were, standing right in front of him. “Is it really you Yugyeom?” His breath caught in his throat, if his heart could beat it would be beating out of his chest. He nods, “I didn’t expect to see you,” “Nor I…” 

He catches his breath, “Where’s your wedding ring?” They look at him, “I can ask the same of you” “Widowed?” They nod and he agrees to his own statement. “Did he give you any children?” “No, what about your lover?” “Three” They nod, and with that they were gone with the wind. They left as fast as they came in, if he was actually paying attention they went around the corner, and put a hand over their heart. Their heart beating out of their chest, to see Yugyeom again, put so many things into perspective. Thinking that he has three little ones from someone else hurts. But the world is not like that huh? It does not let you live your stupid fairy tales, just because you want to. No, it is much more horrendous than that, he moved on, and I guess I should too. If only my mother hadn’t gotten seriously ill, maybe we could have been wed, and had our own three little ones, adopted or not. For I could not marry him, neither him or I had a stable job, when I got one he was still going through practice to become stable enough for a successful job. And I couldn’t wait, my heart ripped out when I sent him that letter, nothing else in the world could ever hurt as much. For I could never be who he needed, and at the time he couldn’t be the man I needed. But now all my thoughts are caught up in the fact that I could be with him. 

Shit I fucked it up didn’t I? Yugyeom internally screams at himself, I should have not asked if they had kids, that was messed up of me. But I had assumed, that they loved that man more than me, that they would have kids. With a broken heart, I became a dance instructor eventually finding a woman close enough to my dreams. I married her for the noble status she had, for the fact that she would be able to give me kids to succeed me in the business I opened for dance. I was so greedy and selfish about it, not being able to be with (Y/n) made me heartless. Maybe that was why it was so easy for the vampires to turn me like them. Because I too, was heartless since they left me, that I was already that much closer to being a monster. I had tried so desperately to love my wife, and when she died from a sickly disease my heart didn’t weep as much as I thought it would. It mostly weeped for my kids, who would be left without their biological mother. Without the loving nature she always had for everything, sitting at the gravesite and supposedly talking to her, cleared up bits of my conscious and gave me the confidence to raise my three little ones. But seeing the love of my life, or what once was, brought all my feelings back, all the memories of when I was once content with my life. With them destroying my heart, I felt nothing but despair, although I had happy moments, nothing could compare to them. 

If they knew that I was a vampire she would leave me quicker than I can move. They were my everything, and now I’m left with nothing, for all I am is a monster trapped in a human body. I drag my feet to my home, my kids running up to me and talking to me. I smile at them, for some reason no matter the mood I am in, they can always bring me back. I sit on the couch and we gather around the television and talk about anything they can come up with. Delving into deeper topics, then they ask the question, “Who was that you went looking for?” I sigh, “Do you three really want to know?” “Please, Daddy!!” I roll my eyes, they don’t even have to plead to know, they truly own my heart, other than that person who was standing in the little bookstore. “Daddy knew them a long time ago, way before you three would be born. They were Daddy’s high school sweetheart, the love of his life,...” “What happened?” I look down at my lap twiddling my thumbs, “While we were engaged, their mother fell ill, they had to care for their mother and their baby sister now, they were anything but selfish. But Daddy was broken when they broke off the engagement to marry to a man with money.” “But Daddy, you have money now” Darrian, my oldest tells me, “I know sweetheart, but that’s not the point. Your Daddy wasn’t well off when he was younger, he came from a poor family, your mother was rich and wealthy beyond my dreams. Why she married me was because her father didn’t like the idea, and wanted to prove something to him, while I married her for status. My sweetheart was the same way in the sense of money, to be rich and lonely is poisoning to be poor and in love, is worth every struggle. I want you three to marry for love and nothing less, if you do not love them, do not marry them okay.” “Daddy,... what are you gonna do now?” “I’m not sure, my internal heart says to chase after them and give them my everything. But my brain is saying no, because they still probably love their deceased lover.” Fred looks at me quizzically, “If you love them, go after them-” “Do you forget what I am?” “That does not matter in love’s eyes, Daddy!! Love is blind and if they really love you they won’t care about that” My little girl, Areum tells me crossing her arms and sternly nods her head. “What if-” “Don’t you dare second guess yourself, Daddy!” Areum says with a glare, “Jeez I raised you kids right” They laugh at my expense, and I grab them up into my arms, “Let’s head to bed okay, and we’ll talk about it in the morning” “Fine” Darrian scoffs at me, these kids are gonna be the death of me. Once they are set to bed with a bedtime story, I go downstairs and pull out a blood bag from the fridge. I slump into a chair, and groan at myself, I could have just told them how I felt. That my nonexistent heart still beats because of them, but that would have been creepy wouldn’t have it been. 

I could have just talked to him about everything, maybe on another day, and we can figure out our feelings. Nari looks at me when I come into the house, “Is something wrong?” “Remember Yugyeom?” “Oh yeah, you two were high school sweethearts, those were the days…” She smiles softly at me, “Yeah they were--I saw him today” “Oh, he does live in these parts” “Um that would have been nice to know, you know…” “Oh, I’m sorry dear that completely slipped my mind, but did you two talk?” I nod shoving my face into my arm, “I wish I would have just married him, back then…” “We all make mistakes dear, after all, if I hadn’t tripped and fell right in front of my wife, I would have never met her…” I sigh, “Yeah but that was a cute mistake--” “Not when it happened, but yeah, you’ll make amends don’t worry dearest, things happen for a reason. Now do you want to help me knit a scarf for our soon to be son?” I nod, helping her, at least I landed a job, that means I can rent an apartment, and start my life back up. 

First day at work, and I’m excited that this will be a change of pace for me. They teach me the ropes and I catch on fairly quickly, it’s quite easy to run this little bookstore. On the first check, I manage to get my own apartment, and I have yet to see Yugyeom since I ran into him the first day I was here in town. Which that I’m glad of, but at the same time, my heart is anything but content, always searching for his black hair and his long black trench. He still wears the trench I bought him for our first anniversary, the big hole on the left elbow being the biggest indicator. He slipped and fell on the ice in front of my porch ripping it and crying about it, he was so sweet, not wanting to damage something that meant so much to him. I laughed it off and helped him patch himself up, everything but the coat, to see that he still wears it made my heart flutter. But I wasn’t about to say anything, for fear of what he could say. 

I got off later than usual, my eyes droopy and tired, I go home the fastest way, down the side streets. I was doing fine, I’ve never been scared of the back-ways, but this, this was about to change everything. Yugyeom sitting on the ledge of a fence, a dead cat in his hands, and his mouth to it. The next thing I know is that I'm not in my apartment, and this place is freaking me out. What happened last night? Wait, could that be reality? And I didn’t just dream that up? I mean I could have, but then it can’t be, because that was so vivid, and did I really pass out because of that? I sit up on the couch and there stands Yugyeom in pink robe with pajamas on, “I can explain!!” He waves his hands in front of him, “Um?... You should…” He sighs and sits next to me, “You see a lot has changed since we parted ways… Now believe me or not, but after I was widowed I was sitting in front of her grave, trying to figure out how I was gonna care for my three little ones… I was slammed against a gravestone and turned into a vampire…” I click my tongue, “I can believe it, but it seems a little far-fetched, my soft Yugyeom is now a vampire?” He nods, ready for me to walk out of the door, and I softly put my hand on his cheek, “Can you show me?” His eyes glint red as his teeth sharpen, I nod my head, well, he wasn’t lying that’s for sure. “Do you want to talk about everything?” I ask softly, and he nods.

A little girl runs down the steps, “Daddy!! It’s almost time for school!” “Go get ready and wake up your brothers for me okay?” “I will, but who are you?” She pertains the question to me, “I-I-I… I’m (Y/n)” I say not expecting the question, she gasps and looks at Yugyeom before quickly running up the stairs. “Um? Okay?” “That’s Areum for you” He laughs, “She’s my baby girl, the youngest of the three” I nod, “She’s cute” He grins, “I know” I roll my eyes, “So…” “Yeah?” “I wish I never left you,…” I say softly, “but I guess you’ve moved on.” He shakes his head, “That’s where you’re wrong.” I tilt my head, “I tried everything to get over you, I married for goodness sakes. Although it was the money and status, and for her it was to prove her parents wrong…” I look down at my hands, “So you did the same I had?” “In a way” I look up at him to see him staring at me, “I… If you’ll have me maybe… We can start over again?” He tilts his head at me, “Why do we have to start over?” Words leave me, “When we can pick up where we left off?” I looked at him quizzically, “What do you mean by that?” “I mean, um,... that we can become friends and then something more… That we don’t have to completely start over again, because it’s not like we don’t know each other…” It catches up with me what he means, I smile at him, “I would like that…” 

His sons come rushing down the stairs, their sister in tow, when a kid puts his hand out to me, “I’m Darrian!” I smile, “It’s nice to meet you, Darrian, I’m (Y/n).” He grins, Fred and Areum introduce themselves to me. And I grin, “You guys are so cute, much like your father” “Yeah Daddy is the best ain’t he!!” Fred grins at me, I nod, and Fred high fives Areum, and Yugyeom is gone and back in his clothes, “Let’s go kiddos” And without a further word they climb onto him, and he takes them to school, and I’m left all alone. 

I’m in Yugyeom’s house, and I feel uncomfortable, but I don’t want to be disrespectful, thankfully I had my phone and respond to a few texts. And scroll through social media to hear the door open again, and there is Yugyeom. Standing in all of his glory, “It feels lonely without them…” He sighs, I look over at him and nod, “Yeah I understand” He sits next to me, “I’m sorry I didn’t take you to your apartment, I didn’t know where you lived exactly…” I nod, “It’s okay, I’m sorry I fainted.” “If I was in the same situation I would have fainted…” I giggle, “You were always faint of heart like I was” He pouts, “It’s changed me…” “Do you want to talk to me about it…” He shrugs, “The minute you left me I felt heartless anyway, what brought back parts of my heart were my little ones. They kept me happy, always bringing me up, if it weren’t for them I don’t know where I would be now… It was funny because I was already like a vampire, heartless, soulless, although the wound started to scab over, it was too late. It’s not your fault, its mine for never having the heart to get over you. To only reminisce, when I was turned I was expecting to hide it from my kids for as long as I could. But you can never keep secrets from kids, they catch on quickly. And now, they make me fly them in the woods every month to keep it as a secret. Because vampire don’t exist, at least to the average person.” “But you’re sitting right next to me, also your kids pulled the same exact thing you did.” He looks at me with a weird look, “What do you mean by that?” I giggle, “You don’t remember?” He shakes his head at me, “When I ruined the new clothes mom got me by accident, by falling on my ass in mud, and it ripped a big seam. I got you to shut your mouth by writing you love letters every week. I fixed the dress, of course… you did the same thing your kids do now” He laughs, “I remember that, and you were so pissed at me… But you didn’t stop, even after you fixed the clothes… I kept them all.” I blush, “Remember when we broke up and you still kept mailing me love letters?” He nods, “I kept them and read them until they ripping at the folds, and the tear stains were ruining them” He brings me into his arms, “I’m sorry if it’s too soon… I just wanted to feel you in my arms again… That’s all I wanted to do for eight years.” My arms wrapping around him, “I loved you so much, it ripped up my heart, my mom was so mad at me when she found out, she didn’t talk to me for three weeks… I should have just went back to you, but I was already married to the old fogy… You writing letters didn’t help either, the nightmares didn’t stop for years. I tried everything in the books, before I started holding that little teddy bear you gave me… I never got over you either, Yugyeom. I’m sorry for what I put us through…” Putting my head in my hands, ashamed of myself, I loved the man so much, but I couldn’t wait, and my mother said she’d rather die than let me be unhappy. She did, just before the old man would die, he had me as his show and tell, look what I got, and you don’t have. My heart was torn from that, I wish I just stayed with Yugyeom, my baby sister thankfully didn’t make the same mistakes as me. Marrying for love, but it seems neither Yugyeom or I made that decision. 

I didn’t notice the tears streaming down my face, I’m so ashamed of my decisions, until I feel Yugyeom pulling me further into him and tear droplets hitting my face. We just stayed there crying for a good amount of time, before I softly tell him, “Yugyeom?” A broken ‘hmm’ comes out of his mouth, “I still love you, and I can’t change that…” He lifts my face to look him in the eyes, “Say that again…” “I still love you--” He kisses me, and my heart feels this complement it hasn’t felt in years. I turn myself around, to wrap my arms around him, when we break away from each other, our foreheads touching. He tells me softly, “Areum was right,... Love is blind…” I laugh, “Love is a cruel mistress too” He shrugs at me, “You’re here that’s what matters… You really don’t care that I’m a vampire?” I shrug, “That makes you hotter even if you’re cold blooded now.” He laughs and kisses my nose, “If you’ll have me, and my kids, they seem to like you, would you want to be with me?” I give him a grin, “I would love too, Yugyeom, you’ve been my dreams for years, if you and your kids want me here,...” He kisses my nose, “I do value their opinion a lot” “I’m glad, you should look out for them first.”

Two hours went by and we talk about everything, from what happened to our high school sweetheart days. He picks up his little ones, and they look at me, “Are you gonna break Daddy’s heart again?” Darrian says with a steely gaze analyzing me, “Never again” Fred looks at me with the same gaze, “Why did you decide to come back into his life? Now of all times?” Oh man, these kids are gonna eat me alive, it makes me smile internally that they are so protective of him, “I was married to a man I didn’t love, my heart always belonged to Yugyeom, but divorce in these parts will brand you, and I wouldn’t be able to get a job. That marriage was to take care of my mother and my baby sister, my job couldn’t support either of them. Yugyeom was still finding his way, and it broke my heart, my mother was mad at me for marrying that man. She had a right to be, she couldn’t be as mad at me as I was at myself. For I had lost the love of my life, my mother preached back and forth to not marry for money but to marry for love. She told me after that fact, but I had no other choice, I thought, I wanted my mother to live a long and happy life. But she wasn’t happy if I wasn’t, she would pass before I got out of that man’s grasp. I was left with nothing but an unhappy heart after he left me. I come to Yugyeom now,... I didn’t expect to see him ever again, I was sure he moved far away and started a beautiful happy family. Never to remember me, for me to be just a distant memory. Everything came flooding back when I saw him in the bookstore, my whole world went upside down… You see I’ve never loved someone like how I love Yugyeom. He’s been my only true love, for twelve years if you add our high school days. My heart never truly left him, seeing him again brought everything back. He has always been the one, and after talking to him in streets, that first day and not seeing him for weeks… Killed my heart, it left me in shambles, and he scared me to pieces when I was taking side streets home, and there he was… I will never believe that I got a chance with him again... “ 

I trail off, they take a minute to process what I said, before Darrian asks me again, “Do you really love him or are you just saying it to get his money?” I look deeply into Darrian’s eyes, “I’m in no need of money, I’m in need of happiness, love, and a family. My family left me a while ago, my husband and I were never in love; and I never had any little ones to care for. My mother said to only marry someone for love. That is better to be poor and happy than rich and lonely…” Areum whispers something to Fred who whispers to Darrian, and Areum speaks up, “Why do you love our Daddy?” 

“It started a long time ago, when I first met Yugyeom when we were thirteen… And he bought me an ice cream,... and to a thirteen year old, that meant that we were friends. My heart fell for the simple act, and it only blossomed from there. I started writing him love letters and he would write them back, and my heart was sold. That he was the only one for me, and the last thing he ever wrote to me was a love letter… My heart still aches because of that…” They nod, Yugyeom looks at me and carefully grabs my hand, “I still read your love letters, like you do with mine…” I blush at him, “Mama used to say that you can tell if a couple is meant to be, when they form a perfect heart together…” Areum tells me, “And you two,... form a perfect heart… Daddy and Mama used to form a triangle…” 

Fred looks at me and shrugs but with a daring look in his eyes, “I’m willing for you to be apart of our family, but if you break Daddy’s heart. You have another thing coming… Daddy says he’s a monster, but we’re his little monsters, and we’re 10x worse” I grin, “You remind me so much of your dad, Fred” He laughs, “I’ve been told.” 

I entered that family that night, we were dating for another four years before I popped the question to him. He squealed in delight, and we married a few months after, Darrian, Fred, and Areum our flower kids, his friend Jinyoung being his best man, Nari and her wife being my best women. If my mama could see me now, I wonder if she would smile and be proud. For I’m happy now, with Yugyeom, and his three little ones, his vampire qualities not even bothering me, even if he does drink too much from me. Thankfully, he knows how to drink properly and always wipes his mouth afterward. Darrian is always the best dressed no matter the occasion, Fred likes to make people laugh, and Areum is our little dancing queen. Damned and determined to take over her Daddy’s company, Darrian always goes shopping with me, and Fred likes to write little letters for people. And he has a crush on the jock in his school, learning how to write love letters from looking at ours. Which we still write everyday to each other, reminding each other constantly of the love we have for one another. 

Yugyeom is the man of my dreams and to think that after all that time, I finally ended up with him, makes my heart flutter to this day. Even though we have been married for three years now, he still makes my heart forget how to function. I always tell him this, and how no matter that he is a vampire that I love him dearly, and nothing could ever change that. Waking up to him, brings a smile to my face, without even trying he makes me smile. I’m glad that love in the end decided to treat me right, letting me have this, for as often as she is a cruel mistress, she is a kind woman when you treat her right, and she will never lead you down the wrong path. She does just right in my books now, I say as I carefully brush my fingers through Yugyeom’s hair, and kiss his nose. Love gave me hope, a family, and love all over again, and for that I’m thankful. 

[heroinkspots]

Catharsis; Aizawa / Reader

SUMMARY ( You knew the man you loved could die. You were certain you had accepted it, had moved on from the constant anxiety that makes heroes insomniacs. But when you visit Aizawa in the hospital post-USJ Incident, you’re smacked with the reality there are some losses you can’t help but dread, yet zero you can prevent. )

One finger down.

Breathe.

Two fingers.

Breaking News: Erasure Hero Gets Critically Injured in USJ Aftermath, Current Condition Unknown!

Up next on Channel 86: at five o'clock, Dr. Oishi Hotaka and Dr. Yasuda Kurou broadcast live to discuss the recent developments about the USJ Incident and the repercussions for hero society going forward.

Three.

"I respect your opinion on this matter, Kurou-san, but I personally don't believe Japan can continue with the current status quo! UA's safety standards have declined dramatically in the past few decades, and their negligence will go on for as long as the public and the parents of these students allow it- which, I dare say, won't be long at all. Not long at all, my friend. We'll soon see that what we're giving these children, in UA and across the country in similar hero academies, is a subpar education, with more risks than benefits..and the most horrifying of these risks now includes the potential of their life being stolen from them at fifteen, sixteen years old."

”Well, that signals the end of our slot for tonight, viewers! Join us here next week for a live conference meeting of—"

F..four.

That announcer was right. He was scarily right. Civilians could turn off their television should they be the smallest bit uncomfortable while they were watching their heroes sacrifice their sanity, their every selfish human desire and sometimes even their lives to protect the masses that watcher belonged to.

To them, Shota was a headline. He was a vague concept, a will 'o wisp leading them home to a sense of safety, but he couldn't be felt with the hands nor seen with the eyes nor experienced with the heart. He was so underground you doubted they could recall his name without having it spoonfed to them by another copycat, know-it-all Dr. Oishi Hotaka reading off a script designed to spark outrage instead of reasonable thought. Introspection didn't sell well. Introspection didn't toss TV show hosts intriguing material to cover and it didn't grant jobs to reporters.

The truth was a bitter pill nobody liked to swallow. And if citizens didn't like the truth, they'd switch to a different channel to hear white noise that tasted good; and the Hotakas couldn't afford that, could they?

Five fingers you'd used up.

He had broken thirteen separate bones–nearly a third of the fingers you'd used so far for this stupid counting exercise. You had heard a summary of the damage from his doctors prior to standing where you stood now, and you had memorized it like a prayer of thanksgiving.

Shota couldn't be hurt if he was dead. Only a living man had the privilege of suffering pain. And dead..dead was your worst nightmare. The imaginary picture of his cold corpse made crippling injury seem like a reverie of inconceivable fortune in comparison.

Six.

Crushed orbital floor, fractured clavicle, nasal fracture, parietal bone oblique fractures, severe left elbow fractures (segmental break in his humerus bone, fractures half as destructive in his radius and ulna), one direct skull fracture—

Thirteen bones, thirteen of your fucking failures.

Seven.

You knew not to overreact. That was why you and Shota had gotten along brilliantly to begin with. You weren't a clingy partner who longed to ensure he was safe to your exacting requirements, but a fellow hero in his stead, laser-focused on furthering your ambitious climb to the top and holding down your position within the twenties once you had garnered your status. You respected him and how obviously reserved he could be, embracing his trepidation about placing himself in the spotlight as a virtue instead of a flaw..and for that, mutual respect bloomed into love in your second year of UA.

You and him had persevered because you were identically persevering personalities. You solved your arguments fairly and calmly, you conceded to his wishes and him to yours, crafting compromises and tempering spots of flickering flame before they could graze gasoline. You took pride in the fact that you knew the consequence of your professions, and you were willing to take his loss with his love.

Your logic couldn't have prepared you for USJ.

Shota Aizawa, that quiet, seemingly stern and uncaring, infuriating, loyal and self-sacrificing son of a bitch hadn't just gone out and danced with Death; he'd preformed a suspiciously intimate tango with her, gotten her number, invited her out for drinks and kissed her on the mouth when their date concluded.

And there was little logic to be found in the strong Pro Hero reduced to incomprehensible sobbing and bawling in the hospital breakroom mere minutes earlier.

Eight.

You'd cried so heavily you had to muffle your mouth with your sweater so passing staff wouldn't be alerted to the sounds of your emotional breakdown. Feeling that fabric grow damp and sticky with the flood of your agonized tears, the humilation stung at you, but it was faint and trivial when measured against the surge of your dominant emotions: anger–anger at yourself, anger at the villains who would target and hunt children purely to force a pathway to All Might, anger at this world which normalized casualty and tragedy; fear that this was the beginning of the so-called Villain League's attacks and that Shota, and by extension, you, would be at the forefront of countless battles; and the knowledge that your Pro license didn't do a damn thing for you.

Could you genuinely label yourself a Hero if you couldn't save your lover of a decade?

It wasn't a lack of faith on your behalf, or you discounting his abilities–you were aware of his skill. You saw how he built himself up to be the highly specialized, skilled Eraserhead; but regardless of how formidable the person, you would pity the unfortunate soul who had the might of Hell and high water bearing down on their head.

You would pity yourself in that situation too.

Nine. Last finger to put down.

You had counted so you could collect yourself, present a solid face to Shota when you finally entered his room, but your efforts were in vain. Your eyes were damp again, and you rubbed them furiously on your sleeve, the irritated rims puffing out from the blood rushing to your temple. Shota's voice rang out- you were effectively busted.

"Come in."

The abruptness made you release a watery chuckle. The recovery room's observation window was advertised as being "one-way," as if that would hinder your lover's keen perception of his surroundings. His demonstration of sharpness eased your concerns to a degree. After all, dead bodies were usually less talkative and dumber than he was being..but you wanted to, no, needed to see him desperately.

"I came as soon as I heard what happened." Your voice shook when your gaze locked with his, peering through the stiff bandaged cast at you, one eyelid firmly shut and quivering with the other parted lazily and projecting an unshakable confidence in your direction. Shota's resolve wasn't frigid indifference but rather reliability, a slowly seeping warmth you could fall back on whenever standing by yourself felt impossible. He looked at you as if you were the wounded party between the pair of you, as if he could tell you wanted to run and he was convincing you you didn't have to–because his relentless determination would stay permanently untouched, and so would he. Unchanging, reassuring.

"But I was already on the plane when I received the news, so I..dammit, I was helpless. I..I just sat there, Shota. Sat there and watched as the headlines rolled in, as the media scrambled for some coherent information to pump out. I sat there for an awful twelve hours– that's how much time it took me to get a one-stop plane ride back to Japan and land. And by then, USJ was completely cleared of people. I heard you were in the hospital and had to track you down out of all the fucking confidential hero hospitals you could potentially be in." You balled your fists in your hair, working a dent into the floor beneath you from your agitated pacing.

You nervously glanced at him before averting your eyeline to the walls. Shame curled within you. "I had no idea where you were located, whether you were dead or injured or comatose," you whispered weakly.

Shota cleared his throat, and although it was dry, scratchy and emerged mainly as a pained gurgling bursting from his chest, your attention was on him anyway. Your head snapped towards him and you flinched as you saw him struggling to prop himself up in the bed. You rushed forward to help, but he fared on his own, evenutally pushing himself into a sitting position with the pillows for extra padding to keep him stable. He stared at you wordlessly, his mouth drawn taut in a frustrated, sad grimace until he patted the bed beside him for you to sit.

You agreed.

"We've had this conversation before, you know," he mumbled into your shoulder. You startled, your muscles jerking at the tickling sensation of his bandage wrap. That minute detail almost caused you to tumble into hysterics once more. Shit, it was annoying and the reflex was inconvenient, but it was a beacon of hope that you could be annoyed–the rubbing and tickling told you Shota's going to be okay since, look, you had the evidence of repair brushing against you to remind you. Persistently.

"We have?" You promoted him, nudging him with the gentleness you would save for a young child.

Shota sighed, puffing air through his nose, and sobered up fast; his demeanor returned to serious thoughtfulness as he straightened, his stature strangely close to traditional etiquette despite being bedridden. You waited in anticipation for him to gather himself and speak.

"We have. When we were twenty year olds rookies with brains thicker than concrete. I was dwelling on a mother and son I had failed to save in a rescue from months before. But it was you who told me– 'the past is worthless until you use it to improve your future, Aizawa, and it becomes worse than worthless when you allow it to impede your future. That mother and her little boy wouldn't want their memory to hold you back from becoming the hero I'm certain you can be. It's doing a disservice to them if you don't take advantage of those mistakes to avoid repeating them.'"

You froze. "Shota, that's not the same situation and you know it's not. I..goddammit, I was lost and confused in a foreign country fighting for a way to get back and I couldn't contact you, I couldn't figure out who made it through, you or the kids or All Might. Or Thirteen. There's a considerable disparity between that and immediate, subconscious mistakes you make in the field. That was no mistake-that was a gaping lack of oversight on my part. That was failure."

Shota raised his brow, unimpressed. "Fine, then. You failed.”

"So what?"

"So you become better for the sake of the people you believe you failed."

You felt like smacking your head against the bed frame. Him and his logical ruses, God. Never giving ground to you, but countering you with few words delivered concisely and setting you up to arrive at a preplanned destination but changing your course before you could catch up to where he'd cleverly spun the talk this round. You couldn't muster exasperation when you glared at him, however–your glare melted into fondness at the minuscule grin he wore and the overwhelming exhaustion and tenderness beneath his layer of amusement.

You were tired and hungry, Shota was tired and hungry, and you ached to hug him and refuse to let go forever.

You could start on attaining your ideal existence by filling your stomach.

"Hey, do you want food?" Affirmative grunt. "Would you like me to go get some?" Equally affirmative grunt. With his enthusiastic approval, you left his designated room and wandered throughout the hospital. It took longer than you would have supposed, but you came back to greet him with armfuls of instant ramen, oden, and sugary treats you bought solely to indulge yourself but tried to frame as 'purchases for two'.

"I brought you the fanciest cuisine they have avaliable in their vending machines," you said. Shota snorted as you dumped the packages across the visitor's chair and gently dropped into your place beside him on the bed, careful not to hit him or disturb his wounds.

Your hand wound up to the crown of his head, where your hand tangled into the strands of his hair, fingers squeezing the tangled mess it was. "Can I tempt you?" You muttered into his ear.

He hummed noncommitally, his lips quirking. "I trust you." You had to restrain yourself from smiling so wide that you scared off your quarry, a pleased smugness rising from how naturally and freely he delivered that.

His humming turned from casual to an evident sign of contentment as your faithful ministrations endured for a while. It wasn't quite normalcy with how you tucked the pads of your fingers in so they wouldn't grace his forehead and circled a cautious breadth around all regions of his face, but it was adequate to drive your fears into some rarely ventured corner of your mind to torture you at a later date.

Definitely became more adequate when Shota passed out draped on your form. He was slouching, his nose buried in the crook of your neck and his unharmed right hand motionless on your leg. When you shuffled subtly to get a nicer angle and actually see the wonderful sight you had achieved, he groaned in protest, and you couldn't find it in yourself to attempt to leave when he was smiling. Deviously soft, and oblivious to your judgment–he was smiling in his sleep.

Most who had to deal with him would deal with Aizawa, the hardass teacher or Aizawa, the workaholic who could be seen bent over his laptop at ungodly hours of morning and night grading papers and drafting reports for his principal. Some unlucky fools would be pursued by him and would be petrified when Eraserhead's eerie crimson irises fell upon them, stripping them of the controlled sense of superiority they clung to as their refuge.

But you knew a secret an extremely select few were privy to. You knew that his shell was dense and tough yet brittle, a personification of intimidating traits he adopted when they served him, and he was a bleeding heart for the victims of the world who couldn't fight for themselves, for those children he taught who had glinting stars inside them he would never permit to be stamped out.

And that was why you were terrified. Because you knew he was breakable.

[welcometotheshitshxw]

Morning Coffee (Bucky Barnes x reader)

A/N: Hi guys! So this is my first imagine/ oneshot on Tumblr, so it’s probably not that good. I had some major Bucky Barnes feels so... I guess here it is? Anyway, please leave some feed back, any constructive criticism is appreciated!

James Buchanan Barnes was not a man who you wanted to mess with; he was strong, confident and had no regard for his personal safety. If you upset him, you would leave crawling… back to the other half of your body. He was intimidating to say the least, with a height and width that barely allowed him through doorways, and an arm made entirely of quality vibranium straight from the mountains of Wakanda. That being said, he was also not the type of person who you would expect to see sitting in Grandma Aggie’s Tea Shop at 8 in the morning on a Saturday, dressed fully in tactical gear and covered from head to toe in a mixture of blood and dirt.

He looked awfully out of place at the small circular table, the little wooden chair creaking under him as it struggled to hold his weight, but he didn’t care. Though, inside he was grateful the customers hadn’t started to arrive yet, the last thing he needed was a newspaper article about his appearances in public. His mind was spinning a mile a minute as his flesh-hand picked at a loose thread on the lace tablecloth in front of him- the last mission hadn’t exactly gone to plan, and he was left with the task of ‘cleaning up’. It had taken a toll on his mind and he needed a distraction, so he went to the one person who he knew would help ease his thoughts.

He had no clue how she would react to seeing him like this, and the thought of placing all his burden onto her made him cringe, but he had to see her, or he would snap. Bucky was playing a dangerous game with his mental health lately and the super-soldier was beginning to fall back into his old habits of shutting himself away again. The others on the team wouldn’t understand, and he couldn’t make them worry about him too- especially not Steve. The world knew how much the superhero could worry about his best friend, and that wasn’t something Bucky wanted to add to his already full plate. As soon as Stark had finished the debrief, he had taken off from the compound and headed straight to the little café.

He knew she had just started her shift, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to care. All he needed was to see her – to feel her – he needed her to hold onto, she was real and stable and everything he was missing in that moment. Just the simple thought of her had his heart beating painfully in his chest, every inch of his body yearning for her, but he didn’t dare move from his spot in the corner of the room. He couldn’t jeopardise her job- that would be too selfish of him, coming to see her was already pushing the limits and God did he know it. His thoughts of her began to swirl back into the memories of the mission; she was the sun that threatened to peak out from behind the rain clouds, casting a painful glow of happiness among the looming darkness. She was his beacon of hope, her radiating smile and honest eyes the only things holding him together.

Her voice was like music to his ears as it flooded into the small room; she was chatting to someone in the back, carrying saltshakers and napkins to lay the tables with. She hadn’t noticed Bucky yet- otherwise she would have dropped everything at the sight of him, he was sure of it. He watched as she set the tables up for customers that would be arriving later, delicate hands arranging things expertly around the small, circular tables. It was funny how her movements were so precise- they were just like his, except she wasn’t trained to kill. Those hands moved in a way that was so painstakingly like how he would move, and yet they were nothing alike. Never in her life would she have to kill, to take a life and be the reason someone was grieving; she was innocent and pure. Nothing like him- he didn’t deserve her.

He zoned out again, images of the people he killed flooding his mind, the words of HYDRA forever engraved into the surface of his brain. Their screams taunted him, their looks of terror and pleas of mercy leaving his breathing shallow. His metal hand that had been resting on his lap clenched painfully into a fist, the whirling of the plates in his arm echoing around the small café. The sound was loud enough to catch her attention, eyes shifting over to where he sat. A small gasp escaped her as she took in his appearance. He looked awful. She had seen him after missions countless times, but never had he looked that broken and distraught. Those gorgeous blue eyes of his that she loved more than anything glistened with unshed tears, his jaw locked so hard that she could see the vein in his neck popping out even from the distance she was standing at.

Her hands began to tremble at her sides, but not from fear of him- no, it was fear for him. She couldn’t imagine what had been through in the last three days that he had been gone, but whatever it was had left him considerably shaken up. It pained her to see him so vulnerable and she cursed whoever made him feel like that. The young waitress knew the only thing she could do in that moment was distract him from the malice spinning through his brain- she wasn’t going to let him suffer like that again.

“Bucky? Babe, what are you doing here?” her voice was hesitant as she approached him, she didn’t want to scare him with her sudden appearance, but she had to get closer.

He didn’t even seem to notice her though; his posture hadn’t changed a fraction and his tearful eyes continued to stare off into the distance. For a second, she thought he had stopped breathing he was so still, but she could hear the rapid pants that had taken over his regular steady rhythm as she crouched down next to his chair. Her heart broke for him as a single tear escaped down his cheek- she knew being this close was risky in his current state, but she couldn’t leave him like this, especially not in public.

“Buck? It’s me, (y/n).” she tried her best to coax him out of his trance, but his eyes stayed glued to where she once stood.

(Y/n) knew she didn’t have many options left- it was clear he couldn’t hear her, or if he did, he couldn’t focus on her. She weighed out her remaining choices and settled on the one that she knew would always work- whenever Bucky was upset, all he needed was to be near her. Her embrace was enough to ease the tension in his muscles; it was his escape from reality that reminded him that it was okay to feel, to have emotions. A single touch from (y/n) could make him forget all the things that had been bothering him before, and now that he she was his, he couldn’t get enough of her. The super-soldier hadn’t even realised how touch deprived he had been in the years before he met her, and now he craved her touch every second of the day.

The young waitress took in his appearance once again, only to notice that the single drop that had cascaded down his cheek earlier had turned into a steady flow of salty tears that trekked their way down his face, clearing away the grime that coated his skin in the process. Seeing him like that made her own eyes fill up and she had to blink to clear away the wall of moisture that threatened to spill past her lashes. (Y/n) let out a small sniffle as she raised a gentle hand towards the soldier’s face; her fingers still trembled even as they worked to wipe away the tears leaking from his eyes, each touch shooting tingles up her arm and down her spine. Oh, how much she had missed him.

As her fingers worked to gently caress away any stray tears, Bucky found himself slowly slipping back into reality. His fist gradually unclenched with a loud metallic whine and he let his muscles relax back into the chair he was sat on. He let himself blink a few times so that his eyes could focus in on the room around him before he turned his gaze to the woman crouched next to him. The worry in her eyes made his insides churn in guilt- he made her feel like that.

“Hi doll. Sorry for barging in.” His voice was raspy, and his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but she knew he was almost back to his normal self, even if the doubt of himself was still lingering behind his baby blues.

“You say that like you’re not welcome here- how many times have I gotta tell you Buck? I don’t care if I’m working, you can come visit any time. Anyway, want something to eat? You must be starving after that mission.” she didn’t pressure him, demand him to do things, everything was at his own pace- he didn’t know what he did to deserve someone so good in his life, but he wasn’t about to let go anytime soon.

She knew he would talk about what happened eventually, and until then, she would wait and be nothing but supportive of him. (Y/n) chose to ignore the look in his eyes for a second; he didn’t need her lecturing him on self-worth after everything that he had gone through in the last few days. Of course, later that afternoon, she would let him know just how stupid he was for thinking she wouldn’t want him there, but for now, she had more important things at hand…

“You got pancakes?”

And a hungry super-soldier was one of them.

[anonbaph]

This is my Secret Santa for Rowan @lithuanias​ for @yoisecretsanta18​ !! [if I didn’t messed the names here]

I planned this drawing since day 1 -- but when I came to draw it I needed context... then for a stupid thing I did I needed even more context... so the fic was born!!

You can read it on Ao3 or here after the read more. This drawing is on Twitter too.

1

Yuuri has always loved dragons.

Since he was a child he’d grown accustomed to dragons, a friend’s parents were dragon trainers. He spent most of his time after the afternoon lessons in the trainers’ grounds, playing with both of his friends there. He loved it when the adults let him ride a dragon, and he even began to learn how to perform to participate in local competitions.

That was the reason the trainers invited him to watch a performance in another city. He was very excited as presentation was being held with renowned personalities who had won high places in international competitions. They were doing a world wide tour to show the best of the sport. Then, it happened and his life was never the same.

Yuuri was twelve when he met them. The beautiful boy and his majestic dragon. There were older riders performing who were more experienced than the boy, but Yuuri was enthralled by their program. Their amazing display of grace and harmony, showed their compatibility and training achieved even at the rider’s young age.

After that he threw himself into practice, all the free time he got was used to train. The adults happy to get a student who was really invested in the training. It wasn’t really their job, but they tried to give him all the opportunities they could offer. He soon asked his parents for his own dragon. He really, really wanted to have a dragon so precious like her, with that elegant figure and pretty scales, clearly well taken care of too.

His parents considered it. Unfortunately, they couldn’t afford to have the same kind that he was asking for, as they had no room nor income to maintain such large dragon, but they saw the sparkle in their son’s eyes. They got him a dragon.

The dragon was still a baby; the same height as their son. They knew when it grew up it could easily reach double the height of a tall adult, and that was just speaking about the height!! Dragons were huge, you know? And from what they were told, it looked just like the other dragon, just with scales a bit more darker than its original inspiration.

They saw the raw happiness radiate from their child as he named the dragon after his idol.

2

As a young adult Yuuri kept going to exhibitions to perform, even more than just the local ones he used to participate in when he was a kid. But with his current level he couldn’t make enough to provide all the expenses needed. As much as his family wasn’t short of money and a dragon were really tough when facing any issue, but they were still high maintenance.

So he kept flying and learning new acrobatics, but as soon as he could he got a job to help with his parent’s bills. Not everyone owns a dragon, so he used that to his benefit. Mail by horse was still the forte of local provincial communications, but if someone wanted to get a faster service they opted for dragon mail. Giving his local knowledge and history as a rider, he got hired quickly.

He also took advantage of his new work. When he got to go to faraway places he could spend a couple of days there and join some neighbourhood’s acrobatic performances or competitions. This wasn’t going to really give him a “name” in the field, but he could get experience, easy money and even a few contacts if he decided to step into the professional world. Ah, how much he hoped.

Maybe after saving for a while he could just take a long break from working to join a troupe of sign up to a bigger competition. He still needed to improve first, then he could show their skill to the world. One day he could even fly wing-to-wing with them! Only imagine it, competing at the same level, a new performance that would show how proud of himself he was. Imagine getting praises from <em>him</em>, or even an invitation to play a program together.

3

The first time Viktor saw the boy in a competition.

The competition was not a big one nor one where he was participating. And again, he didn't even watched the boy compete there. They met after it was over.

Frequently he used part of his spare time to check new faces in the sport, so he watched smaller competitions and shows. Usually the ones ending in higher standings would continue training and get to be big names in the future.

As he became more famous he tended to make himself invisible to the public for not being recognized, melting with the mass of people. Not wearing his flamboyant clothes and covering his distinctive hair. Entering and leaving the arena when no one watched.

It happened one time he was already leaving. Then he saw it, a dragon similar to his. Confused for a second as his mind reminded she was still far into the mountain and noticed the discrepancies. His dragon was smaller yet its color slightly different.

While he was busy thinking, a boy appeared from behind the creature. The boy was checking the straps of the saddle and some bags attached to it. The stranger’s clothes were extravagant, like the costume a participant could wear. But unknown. He didn't see him in the arena before.

He didn't remember a dragon of this breed neither, but again, he didn't get to watch all the competition. Later, he went to the information stand and learnt that indeed there was a participant like that. He decided to check the next time he saw his name.

And, woah, what a good decision it was. There weren't many occasions, but each time he could watch the boy and his dragon fly, was a delight. Such artistic programs, if not for a small lack of technique, surely could win a big deal of events.

Each time he watched them fly he got more and more attached. If the reason was they beautiful movements on the air or the beautiful looks of the riding boy, he didn’t mind too much anymore.

4

Over the exhibitions Viktor watched, he noticed how the boy grew confident with their performances improved their technique. The boy, Yuuri, still lacks some skills last time he saw, but nothing that fitting training could not fix. What if they talked? He could teach Yuuri what he was lacking! Which of them could win then?

He really wants for they to chat now. It seems like a good timing too, as he looks the official list of riders for the current contest. ‘Yuuri Katsuki’ is written between the names of his rivals this time. There still time before the competition begins, so he concludes he could try his luck checking the stables. Elated, he goes to the next building, but when he arrives the place is empty except for the dragons.

Walking resigned around the room he realizes there is a free box stall. Approaching it he reads the name tag of the box and smiles, then approaches to his dragon prepare her to go outside. He wonders what could Makkachin think if he manages to get them a new dragon friend. Together with its human friend, clearly.

They can’t be too far, as the opening is soon. He concludes to take a few minutes of searching could not be wrong and leaves riding. Outside he notices a deep rumble, almost like a heavy purr, like when he grooms the scales of his dragon’s neck. They follow the sound and… there is he. Viktor pauses to breath for a few seconds, then asks Makka to move again.

“Hi!!”

Yuuri jolts when he hears the voice ringing in the room. He was pretty sure he could be alone with Vicchan for a while before the competitions begins, but it seems someone decided to get rid of his chance. He didn’t even notice someone was near them, the fool! He turns his head around and this time he almost falls in surprise when recognizes <em>who</em> stole his chance.

There, just a few meters away from them, is Viktor Nikiforov.

5

He has no idea how. Really, he has no idea! But, right now Viktor Nikiforov - The Viktor Nikiforov just asked him if he wanted go for a ride on Makkachin. With Viktor. Viktor Nikiforov. He even knew his name!!! This means he’s surely delirious, right? His brain must be thinking he’s asleep. Did he slip from Vicchan while flying? Is he dead?

Still awestruck, he nods to the offer and stands up in the saddle. Nervously takes the open hand extended in front of him and tries to step on Makkachin’s stirrup without falling. He sat down and looks how Viktor is giggling to himself. What is so amusing? He can’t think, he is too busy looking at how gorgeous Viktor looks with that pretty outfit.

As he keeps looking, not like he’s staring!, the giggles morfes to an amazed laugh. And, Goodness!, he loves that laugh. But Yuuri doesn’t get what’s wrong yet.

“I know you need only one of us to command Makka, Yuuri. But still both of us should be looking forward. It’s… safer that way, don’t you think?” Viktor says, still snickeringa little.

Then he does notice what is wrong. He curses in his mind as he notices the terrible amateur mistake he made. The idiot just got onto the saddle backward.

“S-sorry!” Ashamed, he stands up quickly turns on the saddle and sits again, babbling incoherent apologies while Viktor just laughs louder and dismisses them telling it’s not serious matter.

Then, they take to the skies with Vicchan following them. He’s already calmed down after five minutes or so, when Viktor cuts the silence speaking again.

“You know, I laughed but it’s not too bad, Yuuri! Actually, everyone made a mistake or two from time to time. You’re aware of that, surely.”

“That doesn’t mean they are idiotic mistakes like this. I doubt it,” he says, stubborn as no one else could be. He knows it. Viktor chuckles.

“Oh well, if you really think it, this only give me the opportunity to extend my offer.” They land and he feels a gentle pat on his back. He looks over his shoulder as Viktor continues talking. “Since a while ago I’ve planned to propose sharing training information with you.”

Yuuri just keeps looking speechless. Is this really not a dream? Viktor grins at his expression.

“What do you say? Want to train with me?”

‘Like a dream come true’

He smiles and nods.

[xxxrubytuesdayxxx]

If you insist it’s rude, and stay

Word Count: 1,037

Disclaimer: This is part (25) of a Choose Your Own Ending! 

Credits: Full credit for this particular section belongs with my old flatmate who wrote this entire section.

Start here:

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you tell him. “Bit rude to Bambam, no?”

His hands squeeze your waist and his eyes bore into yours for a second as he tries to figure out if you’re serious. Sighing, he drops his hands and palms-up with defeat, he says, “Okay, we’ll stay.”

“Also, we don’t know the verdict yet…” you reason with him.

“You’re right,” he nods, clearing his throat. “This,” he says, pointing to the tent in his pants, “is going to take a minute to simmer down.” You sputter into laughter at his sad joke, and he joins in, scratching the back of his head shyly.

“Might as well get comfortable while we wait,” you say, turning an empty bucket over and sitting on it. He finds a plastic pail and does the same, leaning against the door, sitting opposite you. The situation is strange, and by no means romantic, but it’s Yoongi. So you’re comfortable. And it seems like he is, too - talking and joking around with you, the single lightbulb in the middle of the small space making his blonde hair glow a soft yellow.

Not long later, the both of you leave the room as quickly and quietly as possible and rejoin the party. Bangtan, you, and Ruby, unsurprisingly, head for home together. Everyone disappears into their respective rooms as you make your checks around the apartment - making sure the stove is off, doors are locked, and snapping the lights off as you go along.

“Goodnight, jagi,” Yoongi whispers from his door down the hall.

“Goodnight, Yoongs.”

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“I thought you just meant that night,” he tells you, eyes wide with surprise. The two of you have been out to dinner, and are hanging out in his room, watching a movie on his laptop. The movie wasn’t distracting enough, and Yoongi’s arm being around you quite innocently had escalated into the two of you fully making out, the laptop shut and pushed aside. But you put a stop to things before it got too far, and he’s now looking at you with genuine surprise.

“I did mean it that night… but I think… maybe we shouldn’t rock the boat. Not while they’re still deciding,” you tell him.

“So we’re not… having sex? Anymore?”

You don’t answer him straight away, prompting his eyes to widen even further, so taken aback you might as well have told him you’re actively growing an extra limb. “Alright,” he says with uncertainty, “if you’re sure.”

“You’re okay with it?” you ask, slightly surprised he’s taking it so well. He contemplates it for a second and says, “Yeah, I suppose I’ll have to be.” He gives you a confident smile, “It’s not ideal, but it’s only for a while.”

“Thank you,” you say to him, immediately pulling him into a hug. He strokes your back reassuringly and chuckles, “We’ll see how long this lasts. I’m pretty sure you’ll crack first.”

The next few days are torture for the both of you. There’s a lot on the schedule, so you’re with the boys a lot, shuttling them back and forth to their meetings, photoshoots, and studio sessions.

Occasionally, Yoongi will give you a swift peck on the cheek or give your hand a quick squeeze as you go about your day, but otherwise, physical contact is limited. You make sure things don’t go too far in private, either. Things are stable and predictable.

Until one day, you get an offer from a different entertainment company to handle artist relations - a higher position with higher pay and more autonomy than your current position within BigHit. Management are happy for your climb up the ladder, and Yoongi even more so.

“You have to do it,” he says one night at dinner.

“We’ll miss you, but it’s a great opportunity,” Namjoon nods, encouraging you with his mouth full. So you pay for dinner and email BigHit your notice. At the end of your last day, and also the first night you’re about to spend in your own apartment instead of this one, the boys all make an effort - they make dinner and stay in to hang out as a big group for the last time.

“Thank you for everything, noona,” Jeongguk says, pulling you into a bear hug. You’re all gathered at the front door, saying your goodbyes. Hobi is especially affected despite being happy for you, and not his usual sunshiny self, so you pull him into a hug and tell him, “You know my apartment is just twenty minutes away, right? And you can call me any time.”

Yoongi nods at you and puts his coat on as you wrap it up - he’s promised to at least keep you company for the trip to your new place. You step out the door with him and turn around to face the six sad smiles standing by the doorway.

“Don’t give me that,” you joke to them, “you’re making it really hard to leave. You’re acting like I’m dying.”

“We’ll miss you,” Namjoon shrugs, “We’re not used to not seeing you every single day.”

“You’ll be in good hands,” you say, “Ruby will take care of you.”

As more time passes, you get more and more impatient. You can feel Yoongi getting agitated with the wait, as well. Also, being out of the loop is harder than you thought was possible - it’s hard to catch the boys at the right times, and with the boys’ schedule still fully packed, getting a proper hold of Yoongi is increasingly tricky. But with Ruby’s help, it’s bearable.

There’s nothing much you can complain about, except for the fact that things in your relationship are stagnant. You’re still in hiding, and you’re still limited, affection-wise. You’re not working at BigHit, but stirring the pot might still mean getting a firm ‘No’, so you don’t risk it. The both of you understand that. All that understanding starts to wear out after things at your new job and new apartment hit a steady pace. You can’t live in this limbo forever, and Yoongi doesn’t seem to be doing anything about it, much as you gently tell him that maybe it’s time to ask.

If you push him to ask BigHit If you wait it out

[lcgendcfzvlda]

☆ — wait , is that ZELDA KING ? dean lockwood has been looking for them . you didn’t hear it from me but , apparently the JUNIOR might know something about the whole omega chi & kappa tau situation . while they can be BRASH & IMPULSIVE , they’re far too WELCOMING & COURAGEOUS  to be involved , right ? those who know them say they’re reminded of FLANNELS WRAPPED AROUND THE WAIST, THE CLICKING OF A CAMERA, A COMPUTER SCREEN ILLUMINATING A PITCH BLACK ROOM, THE “IT’S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA” THEME, BAGPIPES PLAYING IN THE DISTANCE whenever they’re around .  honestly , the DIGITAL MEDIA major should try to keep their head down . after the events of last semester , lockwood is out for blood . did you know that ZELDA is a member of GAMMA RHO ALPHA ? that might explain why their name is being brought up .

                                               you’re an explosion , you’re dynamite                                                   playlist. pinterest. to listen as you read.                                                like for a plotting dm on tumblr , react for a discord dm                                                rocky lynch lovebot / hylia.#0329 on discord.

WOOOO I really can’t keep myself from holding only one muse can’t I. WELL. This is Zelda , a bit more of a happy-go-lucky muse compared to Sam !! She’s both her own character mixed with a few others I have - I love her dearly , so please please please feel free to come at me for plots !! <3 HERE WE GO :

HISTORY

Zelda’s backstory isn’t anything special - growing up in Scotland her parents had a nice marriage , she grew up an only child , always got good grades

But she always felt... average. She never was really anyone to anybody , so Zelda had a bit of a knack for wanting attention and trying to get her voice out there. So some took this as endearing , some took it as annoying.

In high school , she was lucky enough to be selected for an exchange student program in Salem , Massachusetts - and then she’d meet the FIRST person who would make her feel special in SAGA ( Sexuality And Gender Acceptance ) Club , a cheeky blonde boy named Cyrus who had a tendency to hide in the corner of the room and not talk to many people. And they’d date for about a year , up until Zelda would have to go back to Scotland.

They had to break up when Zelda would leave , but remained extremely close and communicating daily through digital connections.

ANYWAY , that little one year romance sort of gave her more confidence to use her voice and try and light up the room - since if she could do it for one person , she could do it for multiple people. That’s what gave her the idea to pursue a career in DIGITAL MEDIA -  namely , film & video ( with digital art and photography on the side ) in the more comedic aspect. Screenplaying and the technicals behind sketch-comedy skits. Stand-up comedy , even though that was more performing.

Think like Saturday Night Live - and then think of all the technical stuff that goes into it besides the acting. The script-writing , camera angles , etc. Zelda just wanted to make people laugh.

Soooo… when she told her parents that would be what she wanted to do , her average home-life would turn sour CONSIDERING they didn’t want her to explore such risky career choices. An easier life would be to become a lawyer or a doctor - more stable. But that’s not what she wanted. So after a LENGTHY argument with her parents , Zelda would be thrown out of the house with only the money she saved ( thankfully , she’d always been the frugal one ) , and would call . . . her ex-boyfriend and his mother. Since even though they’d only been communicating digitally over the past two years , it still felt like home in Massachusetts.

Her ex’s mother would pay for a flight for her to go back to the United States , and after some time of adjusting , she’d get into Hollingsworth to pursue her career in Digital Media - staying there , but often traveling home ( being where her ex and his mom lived ) routinely.

Pledging to Gamma , her insistence for encouraging people to live their life to the fullest and readiness to include people in her free spirited antics would leave a great impression on the sorority - eventually even leading to her current position as its president.

CHARACTER / FACTS

So again !! Zelda is my trans female pansexual bby , 5’11 bc tall girls make the world go round and she is the LIVING EXAMPLE of the Halcyon label. She’s loud , carefree , optimistic - never really known to pass up an opportunity to have fun.

...that’s so basic of an intro to her personality BUT IN MY DEFENSE IT’S EARLY

BUT YEAH Zelda ?? Does not give a shit about anything. She holds no grudges towards anyone , waaaay too chill - but she flips from extremely chill and laid back to “HEY HEY LET’S GO DO THESE TEN THINGS” and it’s. Definitely a 360. But nobody’s ever seen her angry and it sort of makes people wonder if she even feels anger or if she has a secret dark side nobody knows about.

...She doesn’t. Zelda’s only habits when angry are that she’s short , to the point , and WILL call you out if you’ve done something wrong. But making her mad is extremely hard and she’ll only remotely get upset if you prove time and time after again to be a shitty person.

Which , can sort of lead her to get taken advantage of because of her chill nature - that’s how the previous issue with Gamma getting in trouble at one of their parties happened. Zelda got pissed. She knows she’s chill but she doesn’t think about how that could lead SOME people to thinking “oh I can do anything I want and she’ll be fine with it” because she doesn’t. Get angry about much.

ALSO THAT DOES MAKE HER A BIT NAIVE - just again. She’s easy to take advantage of because she believes the best in everyone and automatically assumes people will do the right thing as people. Doesn’t really understand why people will do things to hurt others and doesn’t really want to.

Also kind of jumpy like she’s a social person and definitely flips between lax and loud but it is SO easy to startle her.

AS FOR HER INTERESTS IN DIGITAL MEDIA - she is extremely talented with the entire Adobe Creative Suite , especially Premiere , Photoshop , and After Effects.

She has an Instagram dedicated to posting manips , edits , etc. she made in both PS & AE. You know those funky Insta edits you see all the time ?? Zelda makes those.

She ALSO does a lot of editing and promotion for Gamma - a lot of times they’re memey little videos or advertisements or skits that display how welcoming Gamma is , and they do a great job at leaving a good impression on possible recruits.

Her BIG thing though would be a little YouTube channel she runs where she often posts videos just around campus - think Billy On The Street , which is what she really wants to do with her digital media career.

“I’M RUNNING AROUND HOLLINGSWORTH WITH A PACK OF WILD LESBIANS”

“LET’S GO LESBIANS LET’S GO”

She either wants to do that - or mockumentaries to put on Youtube ( or even documentaries in a whole that she approaches with her extremely sunny demeanor on conspiracies or the like ). She’d also like to film her own show to put on TV , either something like reality comedy , a reality show spoof , or even something like It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia or The Office or Brooklyn 99. Comedy film is her passion.

Commentary videos are ALSO something she’s considered , much like iNabber or Strange AEons , but she thinks mockumentaries , skits , and her other work

Also that person who Photoshops heads on people’s bodies and makes memes for all the group chats she’s in

She really doesn’t take herself seriously often but frankly that’s just Gamma as a whole so it WORKS.

A good portion of Zelda’s existence is a meme tbh I honestly adore her

She has a LOT of tattoos that were designed by her ex-boyfriend since he was an art major and now is a tattoo artist in Salem - I’d point you in the direction of Hannah Pixie Snowdon’s body art as a reference , just Zelda isn’t nearly as covered as she is.

This would be the best reference I can think of rn , lots of pretty designs and some animals, maybe some symbols and references from stuff. 

Olivia doesn’t have any tattoos but WE CAN CERTAINLY PRETEND

A lot of her spare money is made doing either graphics commissions or even photography from whoever needs her services !! The majority of her stuff has been done for cosplayers , budding models , budding actors and actresses , and even for other fraternities and sororities around campus. Zelda knows no rivalries when it comes to these things.

She’s also 100% that person who keeps around a polaroid camera so she can hang up pictures she takes she’s just That Person

Decorates the Gamma house with a lot of polaroids she’s taken and memey edits she’s done in Photoshop

INSIDE JOKES ARE HER THING

She also plays guitar and is fairly good at it but doesn’t have a band or anything rn bc she’s just someone who does it bc she wants to look cool ( and also bc the guitar’s a neato instrument but yeah she started it out just bc she wanted to play SOME kind of instrument at least )

,,,but she also knows how to play the bagpipes

and she owns a pair.

they’re in the gamma house. zelda plays them at meetings.

Also I can’t 100% guarantee she didn’t get her name from the Legend of Zelda series if y’all know me u know how much I adore that series so yeah

WANTED PLOTS / CONNECTIONS

GIVE ME A COMEDY SQUAD PLEEEEEEEEASE maybe even ppl she works to make a webseries or something with ?? give me people who work constantly just to make other people laugh

People she routinely takes photographs of !!

Whether they pay her or she uses as a muse for whatever

OTHER PPL FROM THE GREEK ROW THAT JUST DON’T… LIKE ZELDA FOR WHATEVER REASON

Maybe they think she’s too chill. Maybe they think she’s hiding something. Maybe they don’t like how she’s running Gamma but for whatever reason they just DON’T LIKE HER and I want enemies so fucking give me enemies

This is so general but more Gamma sisters would be lovely Zelda’s so eager to bring in more people to make their sorority feel like home

Give me crushes Zelda pines over !! Crushes that pine over Zelda !! Gimme that skinny love shit bc my god it gets me going !!

Hookup plots are also 100% acceptable bc again Zelda’s a carefree spirit and gives No Fucks

Also 100% down 4 cute romantic plots too - Zelda is ur regular poly pan babe w/ room in her heart for 12000 suns

it’s very on brand of me to place the romance/sex plots right smack in the middle as I’m thinking of what to put down

Okay when I was in high school we had majors and I was a Digital Art major and all the Visual Art majors had this bond with us for no reason so I’d really love some Vis. Art buddies that Zelda gets along with much like the bond she has with her ex-boyfriend now

OTHER PEOPLE TO DESIGN MORE TATTOOS FOR HER PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE one day she hopes to be a coloring book

I’D LOVE SOME UNLIKELY FRIENDS TOO JUST SOME GRUMPS ZELDA’S CONSTANTLY BOTHERING W/ HER SHIT

Memey group chat pls

THATS ALL I CAN THINK OF FOR NOW maybe i’ll do a more detailed / organized list soon but yeah !! Come at me !!!