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imsosocold · 11 months

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A very (un)comprehensive review of Hollow Mind:

What do i do what do i do what do i do what do i do

Me: Looking back at this episode makes me sad but I’m also glad that the capacity of emotion is still there, however faint.

Lomes: Glad you’re finding positivity within all this because I’m going to lose it one way or another. Put the soy jack face here and have that be the entire reaction.

Sunniva: Honestly, to me these memories make everything make less sense in retrospect.

Me: “Nothing went right, we must forget it all and dream sweet dreams.”

Welcome into the world of Gnosticism, through the child of the Red King and the White Queen.

Jorah: I can’t wait to see the leatherman.

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Jorah: Hunter not knowing what bananas are is an underrated joke.

Me: “They’re not bananas, it’s a yellow baseball glove.”

Lomes: It’s purple guy.

Me, trying to do a Petscop voice: “That’s a dead kid.”

Sunniva: Petscop au coming soon.

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Us getting jumpscared everytime the curse pops out: Never mind it is FNAF.

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Me, seeing the portraits: Don’t mind me.

But, like, imagine there was a portal in the lake water like I theorized and Caleb stepping into it to go in a flash of light, it’d look so cool, like he was swallowed by the darkness of depths. Philip with his nightdress fluttering around his legs as he runs.

Lomes: I’m hung up on the fact Belos called Caleb his friend and not his brother.

Me: Don’t start crack theorizing, you foolish fool.

Lomes: They were really good friends, in fact they were practically brothers.

Me: No.

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Lomes, looking at Grimwalker pit: Damn, postpartum depression be hitting hard.

Me: Mood.

Sunniva: What pro forced births think abortion is like.

Jorah: How and why are there so many? Are Grimwalker’s bones made out of sticks?

Sunniva: They’re made from wood so…

Jorah: Ohhhh yeah. Are they in the category of Palisman?

Lomes: Not exactly.

Jorah Where did they get their names from?

Me: They were once a separate species at some point.

Jorah: How?

Me: I don’t know but I thought they’d be realm walkers or something, beings who could traverse between realms without needing a portal.

Jorah : That’d be cool.

Me: Yeah, it would’ve been.

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* Sees the Palismen souls get crushed.*

Jorah: Wait, is Belos free from his curse?

Me: No.

Jorah: How? ???

Lomes: And how did they ever believe Belos could talk to the Titan?

Sunniva: How did Belos bring back Basilisks?

Me: Look, Orange Pip befriended Death and trix gave him some gifts.

Jorah: Imagine if Belos was allergic to Palistrom wood and his “curse” was the world’s worst allergic reaction. He’s also allergic to the Grimwalkers as well.

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Me: It’s the romantic dream-like shadows of art!

Lomes: More sensory overload personified.

Jorah: You mean the Collector’s not made out of hopes and dreams who was wished to life? :(

Sunniva: Remember when we thought the Collector was the witch equivalent of the Grimreaper?

Me: What do when you’re watched by a God that isn’t yours?

Jorah: Do you think the Collector is jealous of the sun?

Me: What.

Jorah: Eyes always go to the sun to greet and worship it. It is a founder of life. Do you think the Collector was jealous?

Lomes: Isn’t that the plot of MLP?

Jorah: No, that was over cycles. I thought he was sent down to live on the planets he once watched over only to wreck them further.

♪ He attacked the sun with a gun, he attacked his one and only friend.♪

Me: That sounds more like the sun god and the moon god. I used to think they had a sibling though, from the sun since the sun is a star.

Jorah: Oc time?

Me: Of course.

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Lomes: The Collector is really a bitch, really toxic. Still can’t believe what they did in Season 3.

Me: Yeah, I thought they would have a Gregg and Mae relationship.

Sunniva: I’m surprised Belos let them do all this though.

Jorah: Imagine if the Collector took on different appearances to mock Belos, like maybe taking on a younger form of Belos and mimicking him.

Me: I’ve seen you caught on to Chihiro and AI Chihiro.

Jorah: Who isn’t caught up on non robot AI?

Lomes: There’s only females so far though, where are the cool AI guys and enbies?

Me: Junko is definitely an enby. >:(

Lomes: Damn u right, sorry.

Sunniva: Honestly Belos and Cole are just ‘ easy to piss off vs little shit.’

Jorah: Cole is such a boring name [ Noelle], you should’ve chosen Sunny or something.

Me: Omori Wittebro AU coming soon.

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Jorah: “My rich gay uncle isn’t rich?!!”

Sunniva: ‘Belos pops up from behind him.’

Me: “ Don’t worry Hunter, I’m still gay.”

Lomes: 10/10, the actual episode can’t compare.

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Jorah, while watching Belos interact with Hunter: Belos is very momcore.

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Me: I’m sad there was no memory damage or erasure or even false memories added.

Jorah: I’m thinking of a Dr0 au!!!

Me: Hendrika would be his new name.

Jorah: What about his nickname? All characters need a cool nickname.

Sunniva: Hetty is a popular nickname that means “home ruler” which holds a lot of thematic weight but it could be mixed up with Hettie which is “ estate ruler” which holds different connotations.

Me: Ria.

Sunniva: Like Rheia?

Me: No, it’s spelt differently.

Jorah: How?

Me: ...

Sunniva: It’d be cool if the Collector was Belos’s “royal advisor.”

Lomes: I get a Noelle and Deltarune player dynamic from the situation-

Jorah: N-N-Noelle???

Me: It’s just a nickname-alias, not the same! Oh, we’ve come full circle topic wise-

Lomes: Basically Noelle mirrors Belos and the player is God-

Jorah: I’m getting Chara vibes from Belos but in reverse-

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Me: I know none of this would’ve happened if Orange Pip and Caleb came across the Quakers instead. If only they had been taken in by Roger Williams…

Sunniva: None of this would’ve happened if Caleb wasn’t a little bitch who explained himself and didn’t abandon-

Lomes: He was an abused kid not thinking straight and looking for an escape-

Sunniva: So was his brother! And regardless Caleb was still selfish-

Lomes: Orange Pip was the selfish one, refusing to change-

Sunniva: It was not that simple and it seems Caleb didn’t help-

Jorah: “DON'T KNOCK IT 'TIL YOU’VE TRIED MY LIFE OF SIN!”

Me: I see Caleb and Orange Pip’s relationship in a Goodnight Pun Pun way, obviously in a platonic way, where both of them are unhealthy and toxic for each other. Anyway, you’re forgetting that religion is also a main motivator of Philip, religion has always been a leading factor of war-

What we really learned is that if you ever disagree on something, don’t say anything!

#noelle #and co!#toh #toh review #toh critical #dark humour #dark humor

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simping-on-the-daily · 3 years

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I have to yet to fully develop them but boom boom bitches did you think I would stop making Dream SMP OCs? Hell nah

They both be a combination of Tales of the Dream SMP characters and actual Dream SMP characters

They're all canon and they will eventually have their own bios, but this is just a place to hold my notes basically

Toastie

Slime hybrid

They/she

Full name is Toastie Rickroll (based off the last names generally being memes)

I listened to Hamilton while making her so that helps

Fought for L'Manburg during the Independence Arc

Eventually joined Schlatt's cabinet for Manburg, but later resigned and helped join Pogtopia

Also became part of the Butcher Army

Currently apart of no faction

Respects tradition very well

Their family has fought and died for their respective countries for years

And Toastie carried on the tradition

Without something or someone to fight for Toastie kinda feels useless

They're so used to fighting that peace is basically a foreign concept to her

It doesn't help with all the wars

Toastie does what they do best: protect

And with L'Manburg gone, they now have someone (or a few someone's to care for)

Very fond of their old cabinet and her Butcher Army friends

Despises Techno and Dream for destroying L'Manburg on numerous occasions

Phil is very close to also getting on their negative list

Their most precious item is their enchanted Netherite axe, the Mindbreaker

Toastie confirms it's a family heirloom you get when you learn how to hold scissors correctly

It basically has the blood of people who fought against the country Toastie's family decided to fight for and were either killed or tortured with it

Toastie wants to try and guide it and herself on a more peaceful path, but they always end up going to violence

It's kinda engraved in her

Since she trusts Quackity due to experience, they give him their axe daily as long as he brings it back

They're unaware that Quackity's using it to torture Dream

Very protective and dedicated to fighting for those they care about

Tends to learn towards fighting as her first option and runs her mouth a lot

ThEy'Re BoUncY-

They can jump really high

Really likes swamps

If they ever get injured, the injured part can turn into miniature versions of themselves similar to tiny slimes and they'll attack their opponent

Absolutely despies Magma Cubes and will attack them whenever she can get the chance

Whisp

Wolf hybrid

But they're also a ghost!

Their real name is Whisper, and their full name is Quiet Whispers

She/Her

Large grey ears on their head

Long tail that can fade sometimes due to ya know, death

Really fun to chew on bones despite the fact that she doesn't need to eat them and she can't even digest them

She can bond with other people and she can track the people she's bonded with

Can bite really hard, has enhanced speed and strength, and they also have a pretty pogchamp smell and eyesight

Despite the fact that's she pretty powerful, Whisp is a strict pacifist who only hung around L'Manburg due to having numerous friends there

Somehow the only ghost to have a decent fucking memory of her life

Remembers good and bad, though she sometimes wishes she doesn't

Red sweaters boiiisssss

Very forgiving and kind

But a really giant people pleaser and self-sacrificial

Her self worth is based on what people think of her

Tries her best to get on everyone's good side

It breaks her if someone dislikes her

Grew up in a really shitty household where Whisp was basically ignored

So she grew up trying to gain the affection that her family never gave her

Really fucking touch-starved

Just pretty bad self esteem, even when she's dead

Please just tell her that she means something outside of other people's opinions and that she's an amazing human being

Absolutely adores animals!

Has numerous pet cafes

Like, so many gosh dang cafes

There's one for cats, one for dogs, and then there's a giant miscellaneous one

They're all part of the same building and that's also another part of it which is basically her house

BFFs with Ghostbur

Please protect her and tell her that she's amazing she really needs it

Sunny

Full name is Sunny Wholesun

Last name is a pun off 'wholesome' and 'sun'

Very proud of it

She's an angel boissss

She/her

Very simliar to Bad in terms of personality

They're both very sweet and will help anyone

Isn't a part of any countries

She just pops in when she wants to,,,,,

Conflict freaks her out

Optimsitc pal that just chooses to look on the bright side of things,,,,

However-

She wants to desperately try and be her own person outside of 'Bad but angelic' but she keeps getting compared to him

She feels like she keeps being in people's shadows despite being a literal creature of purity and light

Feels like a side character honestly

Good friends with Phil, but disapproves of his title, most notably due to it having death in it

Said to know Dream XD and the other gods of the server

Absolutely understand very dirty stuff, but chooses to ignore it

Also can understand war and sadness

Sunny just kinds chooses to keep holding her head up high

In her own words "If you always keep thinking of sad things, you'll always be sad"

And now the TOTDS ones

Lady Venus

From the Masquerade timeline

Ghast hybrid royalty

Berothed to Sir Billiam the III since birth

Very much married and in love

She's pretty kind for a royal

Or at the very least more nicer

Treats her servants well and gives them pay as well as vacation days

However, she lacks empathy and is somewhat insensitive

Doesn't understand that some people don't have the same social privilege's as her

So she can piss some people off

Her main butler was Ryan and he was basically her best friend outside of Billiam and Ranbutler

However, Ryan got angry and ended up assassinating her

Spear in the chest

Felt incredibly betrayed since Ryan was one of her few friends and died feeling fear and shock

Billiam ended up executing Ryan

With the death of his lover, Billiam aligned with the Egg due it promising to bring Venus back if he swore alliance to it

She remains a ghost, but neither Ranbutler, Billiam or anyone else can't see her

Venus absolutely despises the Egg for corrupting her family, but at the same time, truly believes it can bring her back to life, so she needs it

Her spear ridden body is in the same room as the Egg, therefore corrupting her body, and therefore her ghost, which is connected to it

Whenever Billiam or Ranbutler go down there, it ended up motivating the two further in order to bring Venus back

She clings to the hope that when the Egg brings her back to life, she can reunite with her husband and adoptive son once more and forget the Egg

She know it won't happen but hope is kinda the only thing she has

At the Masquerade, she was only able to be seen and talk to Karl due to him being from another time

Truly felt bad about his death, but didn't stop it since she wanted to live again

Without her being able to produce a heir, the Ghast royal family basically went in shambles and they all eventually died, making the Ghasts a free place with no government or hierarchy

I really love Venus as she's a very fun character to do and also very sad

Supports Ranbutler rights

Meanings

From the Village That Went Mad

Morals' ancestor

My friend compared her to that Chris girl from Carrie and I love it

She's a complete and utter asshole

Like, a full on fucking dick

Horrible person to be around

She's a villager, but absolutely everyone wanted her dead due to being a full on bitch

Jimmy theorizes that this is because of her mother also being the Enderdragon and either feeling like she's on top of everyone because of it, or that she feels inferior because Meanings isn't her mum so she acts like a dick to cover it up

It's either one of those two options

Just a full on fucking dick

I also love playing her because she's a really fun character

Horrible person, yes

But absolutely hilarious to play as

Maggie/Michael

From the Lost City of Mizu

I don't consider Mizu to be the official future, but rather an alternate reality, so bear with me in mind for that

I feel really smart with her name

It means Pearl, and you know

Mizu being an underwater city and all that?

Michael means 'who is like God', which refers to her best friend's......love for a past figure

They're genderfluid! Mostly goes by she/her, though on some days, they go with he/him

Her relationship with Ranbob is very similar to the one between Morals' and Dream

Since I don't see the story as a possible canon future but instead another alternate reality, she's not a descendant of anyone

And you know what? You wanna know what?

She's a cow hybrid now

Why? Because I said so

Remove Ranbob's very yandere personality and their friendship is friendship goals

Heck, even with it, it's still friendship goals

I will defo have more but those are the only Tales of the Dream SMP episodes I've watched, so-

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mae-gi-writes · 4 years

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Deobi Playlist (EP 2) | The Boyz Imagine

The Boyz x Hospital Playlist inspired drabble series.

Episode 2: in which Hyunjae is a drama queen.

Genre: fluff, friendship, slice of life

EP 1 | EP 2 | EP 3 | EP 4 | EP 5 | EP 6 | EP 7 | EP 8 | EP 9 | EP 10 | EP 11

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Hyunjae is in the middle of playing a battle game when the sound of someone busting the door open causes him to yelp, fingers slipping over the keyboard as he watches his character die in front of his very eyes.

He swivels around in his seat, glowering with anger, “KEVIN!”

“Oops,” the said man slides in, totally unfazed by the glare that would’ve killed anyone else off, before looking around at the empty office that is stacked with piles of paperwork, most of them probably belonging to Hyunjae since he had always been messy.

“Where’s everyone?” Kevin frowns while checking his watch, “I thought we were having dinner tonight.”

“Too slow, romeo,” a voice chimes from behind. The pair turn around to see Mae holding up three takeaway bags. Kevin squeals in delight, rushing over to throw his arms around her in a hug.

“You are the best,” Kevin singsongs before grabbing one of the bags. Mae tuts at him, “woah wait a minute Kev, that’s not--”

Too late, for Kevin’s hands have already opened up the box. He stares at the multitudes of shrimp on a bed of fried noodles, and a grimace falls over his face, “ew no, that’s not mine--”

Mae proceeds to snatch it away, “that’s why I told you to wait,” she huffs, handing him his rightful dish; fried pork and vegetables with rice.

“Wouldn’t mind having him choke on some shrimp,” Hyunjae mutters gloomily, still sulking in his desk chair like a five year old child being denied cookies. Mae’s brow quirks up in curious amusement, before they flicker towards Kevin.

The latter, already stuffing his face in like he hasn’t eaten for days, mumbles out through a mouthful of rice and meat, “he’s mad ‘cause I distracted him and his character died. The usual.”

“You always lose, anyway Hyunjae. It wouldn’t have made a difference,” Mae opens up her own takeaway, a Chinese Korean dish named Jajangmyeon. She motions him over, “come on.”

But Hyunjae’s pout only deepens. He slides into his seat, unwavering.

“You sure you don’t want it?” she taunts him, “I ordered it specially for you.”

Still, the caramel-haired man twists his head away adamantly. Mae huffs, turning back to roll her eyes at Kevin, “fine then, suit yourself. I’ll just--”

Hyunjae’s out of his seat in mere milliseconds, grab his dish, and sits down onto the shared couch with crossed legs and face looking as though he’s going to murder anyone who even tries to get within touching distance.

“By the way, you remember the patient I was telling you guys about?” Kevin says, chewing on a mouthful of food, “the one that had a weird extra bone in her foot?”

“The one who kept asking you to marry her?” Mae confirms.

“She mustn't have high standards,” comes Hyunjae’s mumble, causing Kevin to cluck his tongue at him in disapproval before answering, “yeah, we had to shave it off cause she’s a rising ballet star. Her mother was livid when she heard that she wouldn’t be able to dance for a good six months.”

“Sunji, was it?” Mae asks.

“She came to see me today,” Kevin beamed, warmth practically alighting over his face, “gave me flowers and a box of chocolate.”

“Did she give you a ring too?” Hyunjae adds mockingly.

“At least she likes me,” Kevin retorts while sticking out his tongue.

“Please! It’s not like she had a choice. You’re the only doctor she sees.”

"Just a game, Hyunjae," Kevin reminds him, gesturing towards the computer with a roll of his eyes since he knows exactly why the older man is being salty at this particular moment.

“Do you know how much time and effort I took into staying alive all that time?!” Hyunjae shoots back, leaning forward in his seat, “It was my fifteenth time!”

“It. Is. Just. A. Game,” Kevin’s words punch through like staccato notes.

“I care about that game, like it or not!” Hyunjae moans, “now my life is over!”

“Shakespeare needs to see this,” Mae mumbles behind her bowl of noodles, “he would’ve loved to write a story about you.”

“I think that’s the greatest compliment you’ve ever given me,” Hyunjae smirks.

“It’s...not a compliment.”

“I hate you. I hate you both,” Hyunjae sniffs before pouting and looking away, once again the very picture of a spoiled brat. The pair meet each other’s eyes before Kevin throws Mae a shrug.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t raise him.”

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The week, it seems, keeps getting worse for the titled drama queen, who proclaims that the heavens must be against him this week and that his astrological must be definitely off balance. Hyunjae’s shifts seem longer, tougher to handle this week, while the line of patients have suddenly multiplied by a tenfold the moment he thought that he could use a bit of a break. A few nurses have taken some time off for some last-minute vacation, meaning that he’s had to scramble around for help with no assistant by his side to jot down his every day needs.

Most of all, he still hasn’t been able to finish that damn game, and he has no one else to blame but dear Kevin for that.

“You look like shit,” is the first thing that pops out of Juyeon’s mouth the moment he stumbles into their shared office. He’s looking particularly dapper, with his freshly cut bangs and his usually hooded eyes alight with a sparkle that can only mean one thing:

“Did you guys kiss or something?”

Colour blossoms across Juyeon’s cheeks, hooded eyes widening in alarm, “What?”

Seemingly undisturbed by lack of sensitivity, Hyunjae proceeds to shrug off his beige coat as he opens his locker, “you look like freshly snogged material."

“I--That’s--That’s not--” Hyunjae can’t help but smirk at the flustered expression on the younger man’s usually bland face. One of his favourite pastimes is to make fun of Juyeon, mainly because he seems so much younger than what he appears to be, for they are only a few months apart in age. Not to forget the fact that he's so innocent, despite his mature, bedroom eyes and the lazy, sensual smile he gives to women. It's, as Hyunjae had once stated, incredibly misleading.

"Want to shadow my surgery?" Hyunjae asks, picking up his clipboard to scan the patient's profile. The younger man stretches out in his seat and yawned, "what kind?"

"Brain tumor I believe."

"Hm, I might shadow noona--"

"Oh right, loverboy's got a girlfriend now," Hyunjae rolls his eyes and lets out a soft sigh, "ah well, I'll just get one of the newbies on board. I love teasing them."

"They're all scared of you, you know," Juyeon can't help but point out.

"Oh really?" Hyunjae flashes a wicked grin.

Juyeon proceeds to roll his eyes, "that is not a compliment."

"You know, Mae said the exact same thing."

"No surprise there."

A few hours and a long trail of patients later, Hyunjae lets out a loud, noisy sigh when he finally allows his body to flop in his office chair, his feet aching from constantly running back and forth between wards. Mondays are always especially tiring, but he's quite satisfied that most of his patients seem on the track to recovery.

His hand quickly darts towards his mouse, when his phone suddenly rings.

Pressing the device to his ear, he murmurs out a quiet, "hello?"

"Son," his mother's terse soprano echoes through the receiver, "how are you?"

"Are you stressed, Ma?" Is the first thing that pops into his mind. There's only two reasons why his mother would call; either 1) she wants to give him food or 2) she has fought with his father yet again.

It is no secret that Mr. And Mrs. Lee have been living apart for more than seven years now. The scar that Hyunjae still bears is now covered by nonchalance, and the fact that his two parents have kept an amiable relationship has helped balance out his upbringing. He has to admit that for a child with divorced parents, they handled him pretty well.

"Can't I call to ask about my son?!" Mrs.Lee retorts back.

"Ma."

"Alright alright," she huffs, "I might have made some extra Kimchi stew and--"

"Ma, I told you not to cook so much," Hyunjae groans, one of his hands going up to ruffle his hair, "can't you just freeze it?"

"Freeze Kimchi Stew? Are you insane? I would never! Anyway, I already let the leftovers with--"

Knock knock!

Hyunjae glances back just in time to spot Mae standing in the doorway, holding out a cooler towards him.

"Ah," Hyunjae gestures for her to come in, "you met Mae?"

"Right right! Such a wonderful girl that one! Are you sure you've never had anything for her?"

"Ma--"

"No no, if you're going to tell me that you're just friends, I don't want to hear it."

"Listen Ma, she's--"

"I can't believe you didn't even try it out with her--"

"Hey Ma, I got a surgery soon," Hyunjae hurriedly says while watching Mae stuff the cooler inside the fridge he shares with Juyeon and two other doctors. He holds out a finger for her to wait, "I'll talk to you soon okay? Okay. Bye."

Cutting off the call right before she's about to keep on insisting how amazing Mae would be as a wife, Hyunjae lets out another trepid sigh before shaking his head at the said woman, who's gazing at him with raised eyebrows.

"My mother really wants me to go out with you," Hyunjae rubs a hand over his face, clipboard in hand, before following her out into the corridor.

"Yeah I know, she told me the exact same thing when I bumped into her in the lobby," Mae shoves her hands in her pockets, smiling slightly.

"I mean, if you weren't so much into Kevin, maybe--"

He doesn't get to say anything more because of Mae's hand slamming down atop his mouth. He groans in part pain and part protest, "that hurts!"

"I should've sewn your lips shut when I still had the chance," Mae hissed under her breath, careful to drop her hand and smile as they pass by a group of older doctors.

"You guys are like turtles. By the time you ask him out, you'll both be dead," Hyunjae mutters loud enough for Mae to hear.

She scowls back, "last I checked, I was the only one who decided what I could and could not do with my love life."

"You're doing a terrible job of it."

"I am not!"

"Okay, then where are the four children you said you wanted!? That's all you could talk about in college!"

"I was young and stupid, as were you."

"Ah, to be young and in love again--"

"Hyunjae?"

The pair turn instinctively towards the sound only to fall upon a familiar face, a face that Hyunjae remembers almost instantly as one of the girls who had pined after him for years' on end. He briefly recalls breaking her heart once and for all when she'd decided to give him a box of chocolates during their second year Valentines.

"Oh," Mae seems to be thinking the same thing as he does, for she doesn't waste time to smile up at him, clap him on the back and say, "see you then!"

And she's off, running down the hallway and leaving him to deal with the awkward aftermath of a rejected confession.

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I honestly just love Hyunjae because he's so loud and annoying and straight up transparent. Surprisingly, I wasn't attracted to his physique as much as I was to his natural genuine personality.

Hope you enjoyed this one! Next Ep will be out on Monday!

Episode 3: in which Juyeon has a complicated relationship with food.

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jawnjendes · 4 years

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shawn meets... | isabella(2)

SUMMARY: in the life of a rockstar, shawn mendes comes across some unique people. sometimes, things stray from the norm. (AU, shawn x every one of my oc’s)(continuation/spin off of goth gf)

AN: :) things happen and then you lose inspo :) and other times you have a chapter prepared for weeks n forget to post it :)

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In the end, they had it coming. Two stubborn hearts couldn’t figure this out. Fire and earth just didn’t mix in the long run.

“Come with me,” Shawn said, but he couldn’t hear himself, the fear of the worst settling in.

But… would this be the worst? Things were now happening that were big. Bigger than Shawn, bigger than his relationship with Ann. It was painful, having to come to that realization, but it was true. True, but not easy in the slightest.

Ann had a serious look in her eyes. She was always serious, but this was different. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” Shawn was quickly frustrated. He wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“Because I can’t just follow you around,” she replied, folding her arms, looking around Shawn’s half empty apartment. “Maybe if I didn’t have so much stuff to do out here. I still have to finish school. I still have a job.”

There were cracks forming in Shawn’s heart. He knew this was coming, he knew she wasn’t the type to just be in his shadow, which would be inevitable of she followed him on this insane journey. His attempts were feeble. “What about online classes? I, I have money coming in, I can pay for them. We can find you a job in the crew somewhere.”

Ann sighed heavily and got up from the couch. “It’s not that. Well… that’s part of it. Look, it’s one thing for your life to be out in public for everyone to see. You’re the star, you’re the one everyone cares about. But there are people who will get invested in your friends’ lives, and your family’s too. And mine. And that’s not what I signed up for. Can you understand that?”

It was silent as Shawn took in her words. He paced around the living room, stopping and facing the corner where Henry’s cat condo used to be. A sacrifice he had to make, he had to take the cat back to the shelter because no one he knew could take her in. And, like Ann said, Shawn had to give up his privacy too. He had to drop out of school, which wasn’t so bad, and he quit the flower shop, which was difficult to do without feeling emotional about it. But this… this may be the hardest sacrifice to make, because he was fighting hard against it, trying to find any way around it.

“Why can’t you do this for me?” he asked, turning back to her. “I’ve done a lot for you, Annalise. I’ve done everything I can to make you happy, and you won’t do this one thing for me.”

“Because it’s a lot to ask,” she said, sounding hurt. “And I asked you to support me when I was in a depressive episode. I didn’t ask you to give up practically your whole life! I worked hard to get here, I can’t just give it up!”

Shawn wanted to snap at her. Yell, get angry. But a cold sting went through his heart. He stepped closer to her, his voice soft. “Then ask me to stay.”

Ann sighed, reaching up to cup his face. “If I didn’t love you so much, I would.”

“I’m sorry people won’t mind their business. But that comes with the job.”

“That doesn’t make it okay. People are stalking your sister too. Doesn’t that freak you out?”

“Of course it does. But my parents are monitoring her social media. She doesn’t like it, but it’s a sacrifice.” Shawn held her wrist and kissed the palm of her hand. “I really want to do this. I never thought this opportunity would come, but I don’t wanna lose you in the process.”

Wordlessly, Ann shifted her hand so their fingers were intertwined and down at their sides. “I’m not stopping you. That’s what I’m doing for you. Besides, you’d drop me in an instant if it meant you got to do this a million times.”

Shawn had tears in his eyes because she was right. He leaned in and gently kissed her lips, lingering for a moment. When he pulled back, he sniffed. “I’m not dropping you. You’re choosing to sit this out.”

Ann thought for a moment, looking down. Her voice wavered as she spoke. “I guess I am…”

“Ann… Annalise, please…”

There was a clattering sound followed by a string of swear words. Shawn’s eyelids were heavy and puffy as he woke up. After blinking away some of the grogginess, he realized he was lying on a couch too small for his height. He was in an apartment he didn’t recognize. He sat up slowly, minding the headache and stomachache.

It was too dark apart from the sunlight poking out of the corners of the dark curtains on the windows. Shawn could barely make out a long table with many trinkets against the wall. There was a stupidly large fireplace as well.

Then, someone popped up from behind the couch. “Hey! Remember me?”

Shawn masked the surprise and rapid heartbeat. “Uh, Bella…”

“Isabella,” she corrected, hopping over the backrest to sit next to him. She was incredibly energetic and bubbly. “Alright?”

Honestly, he felt that gaping hole in his chest once again. He thought he did well at letting it heal during that first year being single, but that dream was so vivid. It wasn’t even a dream, it’s what happened all those years ago.

“Hungover,” he answered, reaching for the water on the coffee table. That helped the dryness in his throat, but did nothing for the body aches.

“Yeah, we went to another club after eating,” Isabella explained, sounding way too positive. “And we lost your bodyguard as well. But I called him on your phone, your people should be here soon!”

“Well, thank you. Thanks for not ditching me. I don’t remember anything after the burger joint.”

“Of course, we’re friends now, stranger!”

He grinned. “It’s Shawn.”

Isabella chuckled. “I know. I just like calling your stranger.”

“So you knew the whole time, eh?”

She smacked his arm. “You keep doing that, I might think Canada actually exists!”

“I’ll take you there one day. Then you’ll see.”

The two of them laughed, but Isabella quickly broke the mood.

“Who’s Ann?”

Shawn’s smile fell. “Where-”

“You talk in your sleep. Kept saying her name. Just wondering, is all.”

He really thought he outgrew that little inconvenience. Life on the tour bus at the beginning was stressful for everyone who slept on it. With a sigh, he answered Isabella’s question. “She’s an ex from my college life. It’s… I haven’t thought about her in a long time.” Lie. “Don’t know why I dreamt about her.”

Isabella tilted her head. “Then why do you look so sad?”

Shawn snapped. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?" she asked, mimicking his exasperated tone.

"That! You just… call out every one of my emotions on the nose! Is it that obvious or something?"

She blinked. "I just call it as I see it. I guess it's from life experience. I'm much older than I look."

Shawn scoffed. "I'm two years older than you. Maybe more, if you're actually lying about being twenty four."

Isabella chewed the inside of her lip. "Well… I'm not twenty four."

Horror fell over Shawn's face. "What are you, sixteen?"

"No!"

"Seventeen? You can't be older than eighteen!"

Isabella made a sound that indicated her annoyance. "Fuck no! I hated being eighteen and I hate being in this eighteen year old body!"

If Shawn hadn't met the people he did earlier this year he would have been very confused. Well, he still was, but his next question wasn't too far off. "You're not six hundred years old or something, are you?"

"I'm forty five!" Isabella raised her voice as she got to her feet. She paced back and forth. "I'm forty fucking five years old and I'm stuck in my eighteen year old body! That's the age my body dramatically slowed down!"

This wasn't exactly impossible to believe, given that all that shit is actually real. But Shawn was still confused, ruling out every mythical creature he knew of in his head.

"What are you?" he asked.

Her brow furrowed, like she wasn't expecting such a calm question. She stopped her pacing and looked him in the eyes.

"Part witch, part vampire." She sighed. "I was attacked when I was fourteen. I should technically be immortal, a full vampire. Should have lost my magical abilities. I still don't know what happened in the process, but I age very slowly. I'll look forty when I'm eighty."

Shawn nodded and listened, putting all the pieces together. "So, that wand. The nerd club. Your eyes…"

"You're not hallucinating."

"And you said you know Harry Potter? You weren't in the books or movies."

She smiled. "You reminded me, I still have a bone to pick with someone."

Out of all the surprises Shawn received this last year, this was probably the most pleasant. Still bewildering, still batshit crazy. But to think something he actually grew up on and loved as a kid was real...

"Can you prove you're a witch?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Kinda already did," she replied, turning sheepish. "I Imperiused and Confunded your bodyguard last night so we could keep talking."

"I - alright…" All of this shouldn't have clicked as well as it did. No wonder Jake was so passive.

Isabella pulled her wand from her boot and looked down at it. "I have the power to detect emotions. That's why I know it's guilt and loss in your heart. I've been able to cross my vampire abilities with my magical ones. Watch…"

She took Shawn's hand and shut her eyes. He watched her face and her wand, only to feel a tingling sensation where their skin touched. Then, Isabella traced the tip of her wand along the surface of the coffee table, and a flower appeared out of thin air. Shawn couldn't make it up, it was right there.

Isabella let go of his hand with a small gasp and then wiped at the corner of her eye. "Wow…"

Shawn had many questions, looking back and forth between her and the flower. His mouth was open, but nothing coherent was able to come out. He just witnessed actual magic.

"You've either experienced a lot of loss in your life, or a recent loss," Isabella said, her voice suddenly soft. "God, you're so sad."

"You, you felt it?" was all Shawn could muster at a moment like this.

She nodded. "Like it was my own. So, which is it? A lot or recent? Was it Ann?"

The excitement in his face fell as the sad feelings rushed forward. "No. My best friend, Brian. He died this past February." He cleared his throat as he felt the immediate burning sensation. "Uh, so what's with the flower?"

"You tell me," she said after a moment of silence. "The few people I've done this with always gets something different. Something important to them, or something that's been deeply ingrained. A symbol of sorts."

"Well…" Shawn gazed down at the flower, observing the round shape the petals created and the deep maroon color. "Flowers can mean lots of things. Can symbolize things we can't put into words. That's a chrysanthemum."

Isabella perked up. "Oh! I know a thing! Chrysanthemums represent… oh."

"Oh?" Shawn repeated. "Go on."

"Grief and lamentation."

He paused. "Wait, but I'm not like that all the time. Flowers, yeah, they're important to me for a lot of reasons, but grieving? I wasn't always like that."

"Well… Brian was your best friend, right? He was a very recent loss, so everything you are has been altered, and I imagine you're still figuring out how to deal with it all. So maybe it won't always be a chrysanthemum."

Only someone who's lived a lot of life could come up with something like that.

"Can I ask how he died?" Isabella's bold, assertive voice was gentler than ever.

Shawn nearly spilled the made up version. Brian went into Sapphire's mansion and fell down two flights of stairs and through a glass table that ended up snapping his neck, killing him instantly. He never met anyone he could actually confide the real truth to.

"You know Sapphire's assistant?" Shawn began, ready to tell the long tale in great detail, explain the things he saw, and the things the girls turned out to be.

But Isabella gasped, already catching on. "She was in a frenzy, wasn't she?"

Shawn nodded, surprised. "She tried going after me too sometime after the funeral. Threw my rosary in her face to fend her off."

"Dude… No wonder you're so sad. It's so much more than loss. It was murder."

"Yeah." And it was his fault. The roles should have been reversed. “She didn’t even seem sorry about it, about killing Brian.”

Isabella sighed. “Kat carries a lot on her shoulders. Six hundred years worth of baggage. But she won’t be sorry about how she sustains herself.”

“And Sapphire too!” Shawn continued. “I know now she’s hosting a demon part time, but she doesn’t need a demon to be such a…”

“Yeah… she does that. Making empty promises, making you feel special, only to drop you the moment things get tough. Besides, she’s as loyal to Kat as Kat is to her.”

“Sapphire really is kind of a brat. I made excuses for her, but now… The hell was I thinking?”

The other girl chuckled. “She was like that even in school.”

Shawn thought for a moment. “Didn’t you go to Hogwarts?”

“Yeah. Then I went to a different school. It’s literally a whole other story.”

He nodded, and it went silent again. He looked down at the coffee table, his thoughts consuming him once again.

Isabella watched his face for a moment. “So where does guilt come into all of this?”

He was hoping she wouldn’t ask, but it spilled out of Shawn like vomit. “Brian and I fought. The last conversation I had with him was an argument. I said he was being a dick and told him to fuck off. He went to Sapphire’s house to apologize to me, but Kat got to him first.” He paused, clearing his throat. “He died because he was trying to find me. He died because I wanted to keep a girl to myself. If I had just let him have her, he’d still be here.”

“Hey, no. It’s not your fault that a six hundred year old vampire hasn’t learned to control her thirst,” Isabella said. "There’s nothing you could have done either. Fragile human against the living dead, it’s not contest. Besides, once the bite is there, there’s no going back. You either die or you become one of us.”

Shawn groaned. “Don’t say that.”

“Look, I know how you feel. I've lost my own friends time and time again. Never really stops, the pain. You'll never not turn your head, expecting to see them at your side. But it hurts a little less as time goes on."

He nodded, wiping at the corner of his eye. "Doesn't really feel that way."

She clasped him on the back. "I know. It's been almost thirty years since mine have gone. Hurts, but I can live with it now. Just a bit of time will put you… almost right."

Shawn just wants to be put back together. Or go back to when Brian was alive. When they were in college, and everything was okay. When vampires and demons and witches were just stories and Halloween decorations. Ignorance is bliss.

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ahomeganeyatsu · 5 years

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Ran Off in the Night (Part 6)

His brows were furrowed. Deep blue eyes staring intently at the device in his hand. A series of numbers stared back at Lucas and the teen contemplated if he should go ahead with it or not.

He had silently hoped that 24—it was either that or Crunchy Choco, and Lucas wasn’t going to call him the latter—would show up in his balcony. He had felt the guy watching him in his own room before. Lucas assumed it wouldn’t be far from being unlikely if he somehow finds him standing in a corner, still as a shadow and looking like a better, hotter version of Edward Cullen. Or for him to materialize like a ghost right in the middle of the disarray that happened to be Lucas’ room.

Fucking ninja, he muttered in his head.

(Lucas mused if he should have called him Stormshadow instead what with the eye color and how he had been shadowing him the past week. It also fit with the ninja thing.

He shook his head.

The jerk didn’t deserve a badass name, so 24 will just have to do.)

He hadn’t bothered covering up the disappointment when he discovered 24 wasn’t waiting in his room. Or that he wasn’t planning on making any more appearances for Lucas that night. He was sure. He hadn’t been able to sleep until four in the morning.

Which brought him to his current predicament.

Lucas wasn’t sure when 24 was going to come find him. He had resolved yesterday that he wasn’t going to sit around and wait. He figured the past hours had been ample time for the guy to come to Lucas and start explaining. There was no guarantee that 24 would even come back. If he really will tell Lucas anything.

It didn’t matter if Lucas had seen the promise in those eyes. When he kept running away and leaving Lucas just like that, he couldn’t give him the barest amount of trust.

So yes, Lucas was going to find him.

So two mugs of coffee, a blueberry muffin, half a plate of Carbonara, and several hours later, Lucas had pulled up one of his contacts on his screen. It was a number he never used. And yet, he never thought of deleting it. He was glad he hadn’t. You never really did know when things like these came in handy. He was still pondering on his next step when a notification pops up at the top of his phone.

He tapped it and froze. It was a friend request. A friend request from none other than Chloe. Thoughts of finding 24 came to a standstill. Blue eyes regarded the screen unseeingly. Lucas began to chew over how he should proceed. Does he accept? Or does he leave it there? It wasn’t like Chloe knew he saw the request. She was already following him on Instagram. She already messaged him there and asked why he left in such a hurry. He nearly replied, to escape from you! But he wasn’t that much of an asshole. His maman taught him otherwise and he was doing his damnest not to imitate his dad.

He wasn’t sure why Chloe was so bent on connecting with him. He hasn’t expressed any desire to pick up things between them from last Saturday. Lucas was fully on board letting things remain where they had left it, which was back in the party last Saturday, in the past. Did he miss something in the heterosexual’s guide to hooking-up? Was there a signal? A gesture? That flew completely over his head which told Chloe Lucas was interested in more?

Or maybe Lucas was reading too much into this? Maybe Chloe really does want to be just friends? That this friend request was simply the digital equivalent of extending a hand in friendship like it was meant to?

His finger hovered for a beat over the “accept” button. He blinked, looked at the request once again and finally tapped “accept”.

“Lucas,” Mika’s voice interrupted him.

“Mika,” he returned with the same inflection.

It seemed he had to put his hunt on hold.

He texted his dad about the transfer again.

He received no reply.

24 was absent the whole Saturday. Not a peep. Or a shadow of him.

Sunday brought the same.

On his phone, a message was opened up.

From Q

Wow. Good to hear you’re still alive mon loulou.

And of course, the shop is always open for you! Come down whenever.

Lucas exited from the messaging app. He closed his eyes and breathed. Phone clasped in his hands and pressed against his forehead. He’ll find him. He’ll catch him. Lucas was going to make sure of it.

It was dark.

He was walking down a narrow street. There was a prickling feeling on the back of his neck that told him to stop and turn around.

It was eerily quiet.

No barking dogs. No yowling cats. Only the sole of his shoes scraping on the asphalt. The wind barely a whisper in his ear. The buzzing of the lampposts urging his feet to move faster. The distance between the lampposts veritable dark voids, and that didn’t sit well with him.

Suddenly, there was another pair of footsteps. He stopped right at the lamppost, right into the light. Standing in the middle of a spotlight like an actor ready to deliver his heart-wrenching soliloquy. There was person, standing just right outside of the light’s radius. Their eyes glowing in the darkness.

He wanted to run but his feet refused to budge. He was rooted to the floor. He didn’t understand why. The gaze held him in place, chains slithering around his body and binding him to the spot. He watched as the figure stepped into the light. It was a man. Maybe in their early twenties, sandy-blonde hair cropped short, handsome and dangerous. He was dressed in a coat jacket which topped his V-neck white shirt that exposed his collar bones and part of his chest, and he noted how pale he was. It couldn’t have been healthy. The man was smiling at him. The closer he got, the more he felt his grip on himself loosen.

“Mind if I have a taste little one?” the man asked and he cupped his chin. His fingers were cold against his skin. He could only shiver. He tipped it up, exposing his neck. He saw the man’s nostrils flare as he breathed him in. He could scent something metallic in the air. Something familiar.

“Please,” he heard himself plead breathlessly.

“Perfect.” The hand on his chin migrated to the back of his head, fingers grasping at his hair. Another snaked around his waist and pressed him close to the man. His head was cocked to the side, the vulnerable column of his neck displayed. From his peripheral, he saw something glint in the light. “Bon appétit.”

He gasped and his body quaked, pleasure shooting down his spine. He tried scrambling free but bit by bit, he gets drunk in the feeling until the point he questions himself why he was even fighting this. Why he wants to get away. It was too good. This is good. He wants to stay like this forever.

He closed his eyes.

Lucas woke up shivering in cold sweat. His sleep shirt clung to his body like a second skin and it disgusted him but he can’t move. Not yet. He’s curled up on his side, knees pushed up and touching his chest, hand clutching the side of his neck where he could feel fangs sink in, the ghost of lips and tongue cold and wet against the skin there. His heart jumping in his chest like a rabbit on caffeine.

It was dream. Just a dream. But it felt too real. Too fresh. His body knew it, it was crawling from the encounter and he couldn’t stop shaking. Tears stung his eyes and he didn’t want to close them, too afraid to be greeted by that face.

He had seen it before.

The night Mika had found him sitting on the streets, fucked out of his mind and crying. Too shaken from his maman’s latest episode, ashamed he couldn’t do anything for her, lonely because he couldn’t tell anyone about it. And he had seen him watching him, caught his eyes but quickly looked away. He didn’t pay him another glance. Dismissed him as one of the curious humans. Besides, Mika, who he still didn’t know then, had kneeled in front of him and was asking him if he was alright, if he needed him to call someone. Lucas was shaking his head, words too garbled from sobbing and he had forgotten about the man.

But the man hadn’t forgotten him.

He wondered if this has happened before. If it had happened more than one time. That maybe he had just forgotten about it. His mind burying it deep into the unconscious because he wasn’t ready to deal with it. Was this why he wore scarves with increasing frequency? Why he suddenly decided to let his hair grow out? Too afraid to expose his neck? For what? There weren’t any marks. No, evidence that it happened.

But it did, didn’t it?

It happened.

His dreams weren’t just dreams. This latest one. It really happened. He wouldn’t be reacting like this if it hadn’t.

Was this why 24 said they had a lot to talk about? Because Lucas’ has been what— vampire snack for gods-know-how-long and forgetting all about it?

And gods, 24. He wanted him so badly to be here right now. Despite how annoying it felt to have him tailing him around, Lucas had quickly grown used to his presence. Having him keeping an eye on Lucas, the teen had been glad for that. It made him feel safe even if he’ll never admit it to the jerk’s face.

24 wasn’t here right now. He hasn’t been in the past days. Although, he did have something close enough to him.

Lucas took a shuddering breath and uncurled from his position. He crawled to his desk, where a small box was perched right at the edge. He grabbed for it and took out the black hoodie. He was sweaty and disgusting. It was four in the morning and he knew he wouldn’t be getting any more sleep.

He took his towel and a clean pair of boxers. He stepped out of his room and quietly made his way to the bathroom.

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mx-bright-sky · 5 years

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Masterlist for all my bnha AUs

you can ask me about any of these, at any time. I love to talk about my ideas. asking about them will never ever both me.

Warning: the descriptions on the aus are accurate, but not at all written seriously, and i got more bored and wacky as the list went on, enjoy

Ones that have been published on AO3 so far:

Green Lightning: vigilante!izuku au, featuring gadgets, a smug ferret, loopholes, and Shinsou and Hatsume as main characters + two OCs

My Neighbor Midoriya: best friends au with Shinsou and Izuku, featuring lots of fluff, Tsuyu in the Izusquad, actual Bakugou character development, and the complete disregard of just about everything that happens in canon

A Shadow In An Empty Room: ghost quirk!izuku au, featuring NANA SHIMURA, ghostly puns, and lots of various ghosts which may or may not eventually include Touya Todoroki

Crossover AUs/ AUs where the characters are just in the setting of another story:

Hero Emblem: Awakening: Fire Emblem: Awakening au, featuring prince Shouto who adopts random hobos he finds on the ground, izuku who is the random hobo on the ground and also has amnesia, incredibly fed up royal guard Iida, awesome big bro Natsuo, and Shigaraki who hates the good guys because Endeavor is a dick, which is Understandable Have A Nice Day(TM)

Hero Emblem: Fates: Fire Emblem: Fates au, featuring izuku with more low key amnesia, family feud medieval edition, More Shinsou Love, and other worldly shananigans. Also no one dies because I Said So. (also, like in the game, after the chapter where the crossroads comes the audience will get to choose which path to take, and i might end up writing all three paths which would be exhausting but Worth It(TM) )

Hero Emblem: Echoes, Shadows of Valentia: FE: SOV au, featuring an author who Definitely Does Not Have An Obsession with fire emblem, they swear, secret prince Shouto, rowdy boy Izuku, general good friendship, and Darth Vader twists that I saw coming from a mile away in the original game

Rune Hero: Rune Factory 4 au, featuring more amnesia izuku because that’s just how the games i like happen to start, weirdly, Dragon Dad Might, incredibly badass moma Inko, and as much or as little fluff as anyone wants

Puella Magi Izuku Magica: Madoka Magica au, featuring pain, suffering, and ooowwwchhh feelings, but also in the end (because of time shenanigans) everyone lives i promise

Delta Rune au that I don’t have a name for, featuring Shouto eats moss, Shinsou eats chalk, Izuku has the power of fluffy boys, and I Don’t Know Who Lancer Is Yet, But It’s Either Eri Or Prototype Bakugou, Help Me Choose, People

Magnus Chase au that I don’t have a name for either, featuring Norse Mytholigy shenanigans, literally a ray of sunshine Izuku, magic elf Shouto, I Forgot Who Blitzen Is And I’ll Edit It In Later, Fuck, Valkyrie Jirou, chaotic good kids of class 1-A that fuck shit up as a Family, shapeshifter Shinsou, and some good wholesome momojirou

Fossil Fighters Champions au and i’m starting to realize i’m not good at naming things yet, featuring It’s A Pokemon AU But With Dinosaurs, where are all my fossil fighters kids at, Literally A Skeleton Man Toshinori, and low key causing the end of the world by accident

Mekakucity Heroes: Kagepro au (finally something else that actually has a name), featuring One Big Damn Family, whoops I think Kirishima is dead, Bakugou is more depressed and less of a bitch, Izuku is actually 150 years old but is basically 15 in body and spirit so details details, Actually, Technically Everyone Is Dead, But Not, everyone has crazy powers but not the same powers that their quirks are, and Kagepro is fucking weird and also niche so probably a very small fan base here

Sword Hero Online: sao au but it’s 1000% better than sao in every way and makes sense, featuring Everyone Is A Gamer, Bakugou being that douche who cusses people out online in chat, Izuku playing DPS, Kiri playing Tank, Uraraka playing Support, and a story that actually has an end and doesn’t drag out forever

AUs set in the BNHA universe:

Shinsou with One For All AU, featuring bffs Izuku and Shinsou, again, because that’s just my brand at this point, Izuku having a quirk and it’s basically that he’s a dnd character (luck and dice rolls), not much else because I came up with this idea like yesterday and haven’t had a lot of time to plan rip

A Bit Of Irony: Hisashi Midoriya is a villain au, featuring slightly pyrophobic Izuku, bonding over garbage fire dads, and a lot of other things that I don’t want to give away just yet but it’s good trust me I promise

Mirrored Fate: Okay, it’s an au of the above where Izuku has both his parent’s quirks, featuring not really a villain and doesn’t actually want to hurt people but is kinda stuck here Izuku, Shouto befriending the technically not a villain, villains not every getting the hint that Izuku will never stop helping the heroes with shit, and Izuku eventually getting saved I promise

again, because I cannot stop, it’s another au that sort of follows the one above but in this one it’s Villain!Endeavor and Number 2 Hero!Hisashi Midoriya, featuring absolutely horrible garbage fire dads, the number two hero spot must be cursed to make you a douche unless if you’re Hawks, a villain second only to All For One who just wants to beat the shit out of All Might, and like izuku in the au above, shouto helping the heroes at literally any opportunity because the villains can’t catch the hint that these kids are just good kiddos

Shouto and Izuku swap AU, featuring Shouto Midoriya as achey brakey bone hurt juice boy, Izuku Todoroki as oh god stop the feels no, Shouto taking absolutely none of Bakugou’s shit except he can’t actually physically do anything to stop it, making friends and being nice out of spite, and Shouto using support gear which may or may not include a taser which solves a lot of problems to be honest

MY Hero Academia: it’s bnha but I do literally whatever the fuck I want to it when it comes to fixing things, featuring a sentient narrator who is too sassy, Izuku staying quirkless, Bakugou being less of a douche and then getting actual character development, no Mineta, well designed costumes, and much much more

Is It A Crime To Have A Good Time: Fun little one shot where the villains just spend the day at an amusement park. Not doing malicious things, mind you, but just general petty things, such as popping kids’ balloons, cutting in line, playing bumper cart in the go karts that explicitly say ‘do not use like bumper karts’, etc.

Secret Identities: au where it’s only 8% of the population that has quirks and so they’re more like vigilante heroes that you see in comic books, featuring identity hiding shenanigans, accidentally falling in love with both a person’s secret identity and real person, oblivious lesbians (written by a hella oblivious lesbian), and hiding quirks badly

AU where kouta replaces bakugou and bakugou replaces kouta, featuring an actually decent childhood friendship, Kouta being incredibly done with his reckless bff who just got the ultimate quirk of breaking his bones, and becoming a hero to stop your best friend from getting himself killed smh

it’s bnha but I randomized who ends up in Class A and who ends up in Class B, featuring lots of Class B kids, and honestly, isn’t that enough to make you want it?

The Purrfect Hero: CAT QUIRK AU!! featuring cat boy Izuku, lots of obscure cat facts, absolutely always fucking tired and has sleepy bitch disease Izuku, sometimes knocks things off tables on accident, sometimes knocks things off tables on purpose, feels like he doesn’t get taken seriously, and immediately bonds with Shouto over mmm left side warm and bonds with Shinsou over ‘OH MY GOD YOU’RE A CAT’

Underground Avengers: okay, you know how in like episode two when All Might is explaining his injury he says he got it in a fight five years ago, and we as the audience now know that it was against AFO??? Okay, in this AU, the result of that fight was reversed and AFO won and All Might is in hiding and unable to use his quirk anymore, featuring dystopian au vibes, Aizawa Is Always A Mom, secretly used to be a pro hero Inko, and actually on the side of the good guys for once Stain even those he’s a bastard and I hate him in canon

there’s probably more that I’m forgetting, but I’ll edit it and add what I’m missing later

#my posts #my fics #my aus #My Aus Masterlist

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whitewolfbumble · 6 years

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The Fallout - Part Eighteen (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: You had been a ghost for years, taking down the bad guys from the shadows that had once enslaved you. That is until the Avengers finally caught up with you and yet again your life changed. But your past won’t stay dead and everything starts to shift when a familiar face joins the ranks: Bucky Barnes. He may not remember you, but you certainly remember him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, language, death, gore, mutilation/amputation, torture (SO SORRY. listen, this makes it sound so bad. I’m not saying it’s inaccurate though so just be warned)

Word Count: About 4k

A/N: Action and death are back here. Yet again, I make apologies for the pain in this chapter! We start right where the last part left off so brace yourself for that scene’s conclusion. Please let me know what you think with a reblog, like, or message! If you want to be tagged on this or my permanent list, let me know!

MY MASTERLIST // THE FALLOUT MASTERLIST // PART SEVENTEEN

“Enough, Soldat.”

Finally, those words came and ended his fists beating mercilessly against your still body.

Immediately Bucky quieted, stepping back at the command.

You couldn’t see beyond a blurred darkness, could barely hear, couldn’t move your broken body an inch. You lay, bloodied and dying on the ground in front of the man you loved, his fists dripping with your blood.

You were always going to die in a fight, let’s be honest about that. You had never planned to ever stop fighting so naturally, your inclination was to believe that that was where it would all end for you. But you didn’t want it end this way, for his sake.

If you died at his hand, from your perspective, it hardly would matter as you would simply be dead.

But if you died at his hand he would remain behind, alive and tormenting himself, unable to forgive or forget. The Bucky that you fell in love with would die along with you in a much different way. As your body would decompose, his soul would rot too under the weight of it all.

Footsteps clanged against the metal coil floor, vibrations not enough to cause your dead-weighted body to move really. The only slight sway was the arm pinned under your body hanging loosely down through a gap into the void below.

“Y/N... We’ve done a lot of planning to get you here today.” Gerault started pleasantly, towering somewhere over you. “You always appreciated a well-constructed plan that revolved around uncompromising pain. I think that gives us cause to all take a minute and admire my work here, don’t you?”

You couldn’t speak, jaw bone cracked in more place than one. You still would have tried to talk but found your body wholly unable to form a single word.

Instead, you very, very slowly shifted all but your middle finger down on your hand laid out beside you, slowly flipping Gerault off. It was essentially the same sentiment as you would've said if you could.

“Soldat,” Gerault said singularly.

Quick as a flash Bucky’s foot landed on your hand, crushing your wrist over a metal coil. The intense crushing burn instantly roused you, moving to pull it away as your lungs let out a horrendous wheeze, unable to scream anymore. You heard your wrist crack and pop audibly, even above the ringing in your ears.

“N... No,” you tried to say, words not quite getting out.

You spat blood, screaming internally as he didn’t stop or let up the pressure.

“Again,” said Gerault.

A brief reprieve was almost not even felt, brain moving too slow and pain too great, before his foot lifted and slammed down again.

This time you felt nothing, the only sensation was a shaking that started from your spine and enveloped your whole body. You couldn't even feel if his foot lifted, like there was nothing at the end of your wrist at all.

“Alright, that's enough. Soldat,” Gerault commanded, you barely hearing him anymore, your body rolling and shaking internally. “Trigger her and pump her full of this to get her moving. We have plan to be followed here.”

At the word “trigger” a memory lethargically resurfaced, of Bucky in your early Hydra days. He had been a handler of yours. He knew how to trigger you.

You shut out the pain of that thought. At the thought of him of all people bringing you back into the perversion that was Hydra’s control over you.

You just tried to shut it all out.

Walking through the base was a much more leisurely affair this time around than the last. Your hunter was not following behind anymore, but he was now a partner, walking with you.

With The Winter Soldier- your once and now at least partial hander- at your side you weren't likely to do anything Gerault wouldn't approve of.

Blood dripped down from all over you like you were shedding what had made you soft. Ordinary. Weak.

Visions of you friends melted away. Of a kind of home. Of a love.

Gone.

You strolled down the corridor, the Soldier marching beside you with his ever intense gait. A man on a mission he was. You could admire that.

When you approached a turn, you both stopped, hearing voices filter with an echo down the hall.

The Team was there. At least the three you came with. The others wouldn’t be that long out though. The pair of you still had time.

Your sharp eyes went to the Soldier’s. Together you nodded before stepping forward.

Walking into their view, you only took a few steps before stopping, hand on your hip.

“Bucky!” Steve said in shock, the blue-clad captain stunned with his two counterparts behind him.

Steve took a few steps forward before Bucky raised his gun up, stopping Steve in his tracks. Understanding and revulsion dawned on his face.

Steve had seen Bucky like this before, on more than one occasion. He knew what to expect. But as he turned to you, you could see that he very much didn’t know what you were truly capable of. He should have looked far more afraid.

Your eyes watched him, so far dilated it was like they were completely black. Whatever the Soldier had given you on Gerault’s commanded was like pure adrenalin in your veins, blocking out any physical pain of your body completely. It was intoxicating, like you were fucking invincible.

You heard and saw and felt everything and nothing, the entire world spread open and closed to you at once.

“Y/N,” Steve said, choked, looking down your clearly broken and shredded body.

His eyes didn’t leave your right arm though, and behind him Natasha’s went wide. Sam only whispered an “Oh my god”, devastation plain on his face.

You held up your right arm, where naturally your hand should be.

But it wasn’t there anymore.

It was gone, now down in that pit somewhere. Crushed off under the force of the Soldier’s boot.

Honestly, you didn’t feel a thing. Two hands or one, you could still cause more pain and win more fights than anyone else in the game.

It didn’t take a second to put on your most pathetic, quivering voice.

“Steve, how could you let this happen to me?!” you whimpered, tears gushing down your face on command. “How could you do this to me? You were my friend, my leader...”

He went white, almost gasping, and you couldn’t help but break at the sight of him, with a short little cackle ringing out.

“Such a softie,” you murmured, face pulling back into neutral lines at the drop of a dime.

But on orders not to engage, you found this was getting boring fast. Time to get this done.

Fear and heartbreak was the name of the game, for both you and them. Plant it in them to complete the mission. Then the real torture of your newly altered life would begin again.

With your black eyes coupled with a bloody smile, you gave off an instantly disturbed feeling, and that didn’t escape your friends.

“You should be running,” you said low, smile growing.

Eight Months Later

The Winter Soldier stood- as he always did- arms crossed. Only when Gerault came in did he drop his arms, ready for orders.

Pathetic and submissive. You, on the other hand, didn’t leave your chair, leaning back leisurely. You tapped your metal finger down impatiently, your new metal hand now matching the Soldier’s arm.

Typical stealth assassin. No creativity, no will. The Beast that ran under your skin was not the same as his. And your mind turned around how you could make him bend under your will, what pain you could cause this stone statue of man.

Don’t you fucking touch him! you screamed, somewhere deep down in your mind, locked away and easy to ignore.

You had been here for some time and need something to occupy yourself.

It was a dark and gritty room, like most of where you spent your time. Your days were filled with experimentation, your body being slashed and stitched over and over, you brain fucked with a cocktail of drugs pumped through you to alter this or that about you. Then, out of your mind and torn apart, they sent out on missions to test the effectiveness of their meddling.

Months this went on, each session worse than the last. Each episode breaking your down. Each experiment letting loose the maniac in you yet forcing you to submit to their commands. It caused a rift inside you, breaking you apart and burying the person you once were underneath the madness of it.

So yet again, you were back after the latest mission, needing to give a summary to Gerault himself, who refused to be too long without either of you, his real life trophies in all this. As per the routine of it all, you found yourself in this depressing and dank room, unremarkable and boring you not to tears but fury.

Finally you caught the sound of distant footsteps down the hall. Gerault soon walked in with a few other men in tow, veering slightly to the side where the Soldier was.

Really, the man could say “beg” and you would be down on your knees groveling. Your “processing and conditioning” (also known as mental and physical torture and drug experimentation) over the months making your will bend to his.

But that was if he could say it faster than you could move to snap his neck.

Hence the needed protection of the Soldier.

At his entry, they had left the door wide open and naturally your eyes flitted to it than back to Gerault, who watched you, waiting for you to make a move.

Run! Get out! Please, just end this!

You almost externally scoffed, looking down to your hand with a slight smile to hide it. Your old self remained, a voice in your head, screaming and wailing and generally being a fucking nuisance.

Run, damn it!...

But you stayed, looking to Gerault with a pleasant expression. He wasn’t stupid and neither were you. Whatever they were doing to you now was not like before when you were under their power previously. The last heads of Hydra had been much more careful. Gerault was pompous, thinking he could take you further, could push you farther.

And happily, you would go where he led you. Because somewhere he would make a mistake. And you would strike.

His freewheeling attitude about you being up and around under (somewhat) of your own will (even with the Soldier) was a dangerous game and he liked to play it, believing he had thought of everything. In those years while you were a free agent with the Avengers he schemed and planned and prepared for this.

Well, he wasn’t going to win this so easily.

Every round of torture they committed on you made you certain of that.

So no, you didn’t run. He would be expecting that. You needed something he wasn’t expecting. Something that would hurt.

“Soldat, mission report,” he said. His eyes were on you though.

You could practically see him trying to hide the thrill in his eyes and the fear of you there. It had been his life’s work to get you back into the fold and he had done it. Now he was going to try for something even greater.

He meandered a little, walking behind the Soldier who stood stock still.

“Mission completed.” the Soldier’s voice came, deep and dead sounding.

“Well, that’s not very descriptive. How did our Siren do? Anything out of line?”

“No.”

Gerault nodded, clearly trying to hide his pleasure. He thought he was winning. Thought he could win.

To his credit, you had been a good little girl for him, this being your eleventh mission now. Basic murder, evisceration, or a bit of psychological torture. Last nights was just another test to see how you would do.

It had been a family. Ex-Shield agents who met on the job, married, had a couple kids. They were celebrating their youngest 15th birthday when the Winter Soldier and Siren came to their door. The four of them never stood a hope in hell.

Like always you were drugged to the nines, still feeling high like you usually did now out on the field. It was that or in pain, being tortured and mutilated by Hydra for maximum results. They had fixed your mind, altering what they needed too to make you compliant to them alone. Though obviously still quite unlike the Soldier.

They shut down his emotions (externally anyway, you knew Bucky was down there somewhere screaming like the old Y/N was in you). They wanted stealth and unrelenting brute force, and they certainly got it with him.

In you, you were full of emotion. It raged and burned and kept you spiraling out of control from one state to the next, drugs and triggers keeping you line mostly. They had shut off your inhibitions and revved up the need for destruction. He was calculating and cold; you were calculating and burning, constantly.

Hence the need to see how you would perform, if still under constant and direct supervision by someone they could count on.

The Soldier would watch, would sometimes command you to do what Hydra wanted. But usually he just stood back, watching your carnage, and judged. Never had his compliance come into question though and unlike the convictions of Gerault or Hydra, you knew that it should be.

You kept silent on the several times you noticed a tick from him. Just a glimmer of the man underneath shining through.

If Gerault asked you, you would no choice but to answer, truthfully. But he didn’t.

They might give you orders, but if you could slither around them? You would. They made you an agent of chaos and blood here. It would be a shame to keep things too orderly and clean, anyway.

They forced you to let loose and yet kept you on a string. It was likely to be an explosive end result. And they loved him so dearly. You were going to exploit that.

The previous heads of Hydra kept you hurting, kept you broken. Gerault wanted to see the full hurricane force of you unleashed as much as he could. And that just gave you way too much power to be forever controlled.

So you sat, leaned back, waiting for the time when you could really do some damage.

“She always loved a messy fight,” Gerault said, flecks of hunger in his eyes.

You felt more than saw a flicker in the Soldier beside you, and at Gerault words you casually looked at the one called “the Asset”.

He had flinched. You had seen that before. Last night was the most recent. It seemed to be happening more.

You had grabbed his hand which was holding a knife, and plunged it into a wailing man as you had just about had enough of his mewling cries for mercy. At the touch of your skin to his- your hand holding his hand- the Soldier had flinched.

You studied him now, trying to feign a cool casualness about you, head tilted, body relaxed.

Your touch seemed to do it. But certain words as well. You felt a deep pull to find out more, sensing a way to make him suffer. You could always pick up what made people hurt the most and were instinctually drawn to take painful advantage of it.

You would find his and whatever it was, you would make him hurt. You wanted everyone to suffer, particularly Gerault. But you would settle for a little fun on the side for their Golden Boy.

Stop it!... Keep your fucking eyes off of him!...

My my, how venomous.

“The next mission is the mission. It’s The Avengers. All of them.”

Again, his eyes were on you.

This was a way to torture you, no doubt. To go after your friends and teammates, to cause them harm or kill them or have them hurt you? That would be the nail in your coffin of sheer, unbridled pain and secure in Hydra’s mind your ability to comply. And he knew it. His plan to break you down and push you farther in action.

“You both have inside knowledge of all of them. And I think it’s about time to use that.” he then shrugged, looking at his nails trying to feign an air of disinterest, in his arrogance. “You’re ready, at any rate. And you’re worthy.”

At the word “worthy” your head snapped over to the Soldier as a visible movement shaked him, and for a moment his eyes turned from dead and limp to an awake shock of blue.

Worthy?

Then it clicked into place.

The words you had spoken. Just like Hydra could trigger him to the Winter Soldier, maybe your words- the ones you were trying to engrain into him- could trigger him back? Coupled with your touch, which even back in the 50′s had roused him, maybe you could actually do it this time. Wake him up.

And now Gerault wanted to take down the Avengers. All of them.

Fucking stop this!... Don’t! Please!... Just let me go!...

You simply nodded once to Gerault, slowly. You weren’t stupid enough to speak directly to him anymore, he who was likely to get a rise out of it and plunge you back into a tortured hell just to hear you scream.

Confidently he turned to the men with him.

“Get them both prepped for a fight.” he said, practically buzzing with delight. “Full measures taken, perhaps the three-day long session we were discussing. We can’t risk a slip-up.”

Gerault left the room with a smile and a confident walk, leaving the four now doomed men behind.

Your plan was already in place in your mind now though, and it didn’t have room for them.

They approached however slow, with hands on their gun to the pair of you. Really they didn’t stand a chance. Poor things.

Don’t do th-

As one man reached to put a hand on your shoulder- and no one touched you without severe consequences- you let out one toothy grin, eyes hungry with a smile dancing behind them.

He was in tactical gear, bulletproof vest and all, but you didn’t need a gun to reach through to his insides.

Like a shot your metal hand whipped out and went into the little bit of exposed fabric just below his armpit. Like a shot of lightning you cut through the fabric and into his flesh by pure force. And you didn't stop until your fingers hit lung.

With a gargle, he began to drop like a rock.

Before his body even hit the ground you swung up and kicked another Hydra agent in the face, teeth and blood knocked right out and hitting like pellets against the far wall. You pounced to snap his neck, grabbing his weapon and shot the other two, silencer ringing out quietly.

You didn't have a chance to breathe before the Soldier was on you, forcing you down on the ground. His metal hand grabbing your own that held the gun, shrieking as he tried to restrain you. His flesh elbow pinned down yours, body trying to crush you under his weight. But he wouldn’t be winning this today.

Fucking hurt him and I’ll kill you!... Don’t touch him!... Oh god, just stop...

Such a broken record.

You didn’t have to hurt him, you just needed him still for a second. So than yeah actually, you kinda had to hurt him.

Swinging a knee up you jabbed him in the ribcage, knocking him to the side slightly, enough for your other knee to go up to his groin repeatedly and push him off more. There was split second where his elbow on your arm loosen, and you swung your forehead into his face as hard as you could. A brutal sounding smack rang out and as he leaned back at that force, his blood spilling down on you like a delicate spring mist.

With enough leverage and room to move, you forced your arm out from under him, grabbing the gun from your metal hand.

God, no!... Stop, don’t!....

A shot rang out and the Soldier flew back off you, raining more blood. God, that felt so good. When someone hurt, you were rewarded. It was just intoxicating to hurt people now.

You threw the gun away and grabbed the fabric of his leather tactical coat, hoisting him up onto a chair. He was dazed but cognizant, your shot hitting an area of muscle below the shoulder but above the heart. Right on target.

Time was crucial here, you only had minutes. You were determined to get this done and finally start having some satiating fun.

You smiled down to the man then straddled him, hips grinding into his lap. You grabbed his face in your hands, bringing it close to yours.

Get the fuck off of him you fucking-

“If touch won’t fully do it, maybe a combination will?” you muttered, wriggly closer to him, as close as you could.

Even though you were different now, your times with the Avengers were there in your memories. Including you time with Bucky, with those warm delicately intimate nights together. You felt a pull of familiarity there, so close to him now, bodies pressing together.

You looked to him, drawing his face almost to your lips. A hand held his jaw while another went through his hair, holding him to you.

“Bucky,” you whispered.

Face falling back not into one of a wicked smile and crazed eyes, you watched him. Your look was now soft, honest, unguarded to the loving, concerned feelings below.

“Bucky, darling,” you cooed, looking into his dazed but watching eyes. “Come back to me, my love.”

You brushed your nose down his cheek, before starting to press soft kisses into his cheek, eyelids, and corner of his mouth.

“Bucky, please,” you begged, sounding needy and desperate. “Don’t let them hurt me anymore, don’t let them take me away from you again.”

You pulled back every so slightly, mouth open and breath mingling with his, face pouting and eyes starting to brim with tears. You felt a flinch run through him, saw a stirring in his eyes.

Perfect.

No!...

“My love,” you whispered, lips hovering above his before kissing him once, slow and chaste. “You are worthy.”

This time he jerked but you didn’t stop.

You placed another, deeper and longer kiss on his lips before pulling back a little. “You are so loved, my darling.”

And you felt him move under you.

Another kiss, wet and deep, as you brought your arms around his head locking him into you, wanting as much physical contact with him as possible. Even as a brainless toy soldier he was delicious.

You brushed your fingers through his hair, looking deeply into him, urging him to come out.

“You are not what they made you, my love. You can break through this. Come back to me, darling.”

With his shudder under you, you pulled away, watching for the telltale signs of Bucky.

Immediately he clutched his shoulder where you shot him, blood still pool out of it, blue eyes pained and shocked. You immediately got off of him, watching for some concrete sign he was not the Soldier.

But his eyes said it all. They were Bucky’s.

That was all the confirmation you needed.

Running to the grab the gun on the floor, you next bolted to the door and grabbed the outdated intercom, pulling the receiver up, voice sounding pained and frantic.

“It’s Bucky!” you screamed, sounding desperate. “The Winter Soldier he- he’s just gone! Bucky’s killed four men and he’s after me! Please! I need help! Someone! Oh, god!”

“...Siren? What the f-” was a static response.

But you made a choked noise before hanging up the receiver. Right on cue a flashing red light lit up the room, sirens wailing. Calmly while illuminated in red, you turned back to Bucky.

He was crumpled slightly, hunched over with a hand still on his shoulder, looking tormented and struggling under his new ability to control himself again.

You looked at him with a predatory gaze in your eyes and smile on your lips.

“They’ll be after you now, Soldier Boy. You should go. Though, I think I’ll stick around just a little longer.”

He stumbled to his feet, still dazed by the sudden awakening and pain of the last months catching up with his fully conscious body.

He stumbled to the door, almost brushing passed you as his hand and body fell against it, trying to push the thing open.

“See you soon, honey.” you said, low and sweet to him.

Walking back over to the chair, you casually took a seat, leaning back like you had been mere minutes ago.

Shouts and voices were heard down the hall. He was running out of time. He could either leave now and maybe get out, or hesitate and be dragged back into this hell.

Bucky!... Bucky, don’t leave me, please!... Don’t go! Oh god, don’t leave me here!...

You waved, gun in hand, relishing in the way his face crumpled as, completely out of options, he left you behind.

PART NINETEEN

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nadjaofstatenisland · 7 years

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Hiram Lodge... how do I even begin to explain Hiram Lodge?

Hermione: Hiram Lodge is flawless.

Mary: I hear his business is insured for ten million dollars.

FP: I hear he does shady business deals... from prison.

Veronica: His favorite movie is The Godfather.

Hal: One time he met Kelly Ripa on a plane -

Alice: - and she told him he was handsome.

Fred: One time he put a hit out on me. It was not awesome.*

Who are you, Hiram? I don’t need to tell anyone who follows me about my obsession with Riverparents, so YES I was excited for this.

Information we knew about Hiram from season 1: Fred refers to him as the “rich kid” Hermione choose over him. He is from Riverdale. (In the first tie-in comic, Hermione refers to Riverdale as “the town upstate your dad and I are from,” so making this assumption here.) Lodges are quite possibly one of these “founding families” the Blossoms refer to, since their history in Riverdale seems to date back to it’s founding (75 years of getting paid off by the Blossoms). And that is... it? He’s in prison for white collar crime, yada yada yada on the details.

Hermione tells her daughter several times to stop turning him into a villain and Veronica does seem genuinely shocked when she keeps discovering all these shady things her parents were doing. We can hardly blame her in this sense, because it seems like she did have a pretty good relationship with both her parents (minus going on the occasional bender to piss off mom) back in NYC. Spence student, Dakota-living, personal-Barney’s-spending-account Veronica Lodge was, first and foremost, a daddy’s girl.

My Hiram headcanon before Mark Consuelos was cast was that Hiram was perhaps slightly older (must Sheriff Keller be our only resident Silver Fox?) like in the comics. Distinguished. Hermione probably came from a middle class (probably on par with the Coopers) and was won over by the older boy’s charm and, yes, perhaps a little by his money. Everyone liked messy, Springsteen-loving Bulldog Fred Andrews, but Hermione never looked at Fred as much more than a boy. Hiram was a man.

But it appears Hiram is more their age and perhaps Fred’s line of “rich kid” does refer to him as being a peer. Was he in the same grade as them in high school? Was he a future MBA? Did he throw his weight around, knowing the Lodge name could get you whatever you wanted in Riverdale? Was he friends with any of our other Riverparents? Did him and FP have an epic rich-kid/poor-kid dynamic where they were constantly trying to out do one another? I know the idea of a flashback episode has pretty much been shot down, but could we get like... a tie-in comic of them in high school at least? A scene with them looking at their high school yearbook? Like come on, I’m a desperate woman with a very specific obsession here. Throw me a bone, RAS.

I’m actually a little let down we saw him so soon, as I waned a little more build up to this moment of seeing Hiram. It’s been like... three days since they said he was getting released early? But this is Riverdale Law and shit don’t have to make a lick of sense here (re: FP in jail, Jughead going to juvie... I could go on). So okay, he “came home early.”

Let me tell you, this scene gave me CHILLS. I love that he’s just sitting there in the shadows of the dining room. Hermione obediently at his side. During this father-daughter reunion, he literally makes his daughter cross all the way to him to give him the most heartless kiss I’ve ever seen. Geez. Way to throw your power around, Hiram.

And Hermione. Lets talk about Hermione. She’s so back and forth during season 1, which I thought was perfect because, just like her daughter, she was using this move to Riverdale to try and turn her life around. Forget being this socialite rich bitch, you’re scrubbing grease off the grill at Pops. Talk about becoming humble. We see Hermione do these “bad things,” but overall it seemed like she was doing so many of them to make sure she and her daughter were able to stay afloat. If that meant being the courier for Hiram’s deals, so be it.

Hands down, the best Hermione moment of this episode was her threatening to slap Veronica. But holy shit. “And she drank your Cristal.” WHAT IS YOUR GAME, WOMAN? You know when your sibling was in trouble and you were pissed at them, so you just feed your parents more bullshit to get them madder? (”How the hell is your cell phone bill $300?” “BECAUSE SHE’S ON THE PHONE ALL NIGHT TALKING TO HER BOYFRIEND, THAT’S WHY DAD.”) That’s literally the tone Hermione was using. I also want to point out that Hermione has zero problem with her 15/16-year old daughter enjoying a mimosa after a night of hot teen sex, but she has a problem when it’s a $400 bottle of champagne being used in that mimosa. I fucking love you, Hermione.

I am SO READY for these mildly evil (okay, there is no “evil” or “good” in this town, it’s always both) Lodges. BRING IT.

*no, I don’t actually think this “angel of death” has anything to do with Hiram. It just seemed like an appropriate line.

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thefarlefchronicles · 7 years

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The Farlef Chronicles Episode 2 - Electric Deer Boogaloo

"Six years, feels like forever" Farlef mutters to himself as he drags his broken body through the burning Hell that is Deer Park.

It has been 6 long years since the government took Papi away. Farlef started working for an anti Pawn Shop agency under the code name AGENT DEER. He only just returned to Deer Park for one simple reason, Sam is dead, that lovable old timey gangster mailman finally died at the ripe age of 105. He died doing what he loved, his mail order bride and delivering the mail, at the same time. This was the sole reason that brought Farlef back to Deer Park to attend his friend Sam's funeral, and to fuck his hot slut Asian wife one more time.

One by one the citizens of the town of Deer Park filtered in to say their goodbyes to their beloved mailman. You see in Deer Park there is nothing to do so a funeral is a good as time as any to get out of the house. Farlef watched creepily from the shadows as people he once called friends came to pay their respects to a good man.

As the funeral progressed Farlef lit up his cigarette and stared intently thinking bout what his next move would be. The trail went cold in finding Papi and he was running out of ideas. The A.P.S.A.A. or the American Pawn Shop Association Of America are a crafty bunch. Every pawn shop from Deer Park to Detroit he knocked over looking for clues, always a day late and a dollar short. Then he heard a sound he hoped he would never hear again. Creeky wheels trying to roll up the hill towards him, the smell of chewing tobacco and shame lingered in the air. Cursing as he wheeled himself up. He worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium; a master.

"Fucking bullshit hill, fucking faggot deer, fucking fuck shit asshole pigeon cunts" The old man yelled as he tried to roll up the hill to the tree Farlef was resting under. Farlef didn't turn around, letting the old man haul himself up on his own accord. He already disgraced the man enough, if he offered help it would be an even worse indignation to his already fragile pride. Farlef checked his watch:

"This might take awhile" he thought to himself as he heard grunts of rage and anger coming from down the hill.

"Enough was enough" Farlef thought to himself. He decided to call out to his estranged crippled father.

"Dad do you want some help?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP SISSY BOY I'LL BE THERE IN TWO MINUTES, JUST WATCH ME"

He moved 3 inches.

Farlef's dad was barely up the hill. It was getting dark and Farlef's phone was bout to die. He already had 2 dates from Tindr, a date from Grindr and a hook up from Deer Parkr to get to so he figured he meet his dad half way.

"Dad listen I know you want to talk and I want to talk to you but this is ridiculous" Farlef said to his blue faced, unable to walk father sitting in his chair. Farlef's dad responded with a resounding yell of defiance.

"THIS HILL WILL NOT STOP ME, I WILL CLIMB THIS EVEREST OF DEER PARK AND PAY MY RESPECTS TO MY BELOVED MAILMAN SAM"

Farlef figuring nothing more could be said just walked away as his father, intent on climbing this juggernaut of dirt, was left to his own devices.

Farlef awoke early the next day in a pile of bodies. Hung over from the night before he knew not where he nor his clothes were. On the bed were 2 Taiwanese hookers, John Olson, 2 Alpacas and 40 kilos of sweet Colombian white powder, a bucket of Quaaludes, 3 empty boxes of Papa John's Double Pepperoni pizza (which he sent back once for lack of Pepperoni) and 12 liters of Mountain Dew or as Farlef called it, the perfect night.

Farlef rode his Vespa back to graveyard, wondering, hoping, his father hadn't stayed here all night trying to conquer his 3rd greatest enemy, hills. As he made his way to the hill his father was no doubt atop of he, passed by the graves of friends he's lost over the years, a small smile of memories forgone from a better time played before his eyes as he read the names on the graves.

"Ah Chris, that fire was truly terrible, and Rey, murdered in the night and thrown into a ditch were a raccoon pissed on his corpse and Lloyd, what a fat fuck" Farlef thought with a smile as he approached the hill.

Looking at the hill Farlef knew he was in for a climb, it was a large mound of dirt, gravel and old Indian bones that overlooked the vast graveyard.

It took Farlef all of two minutes to climb to the top. Four of those minutes where spent looking for a nearby Haunter that popped up on his Pokemon Go app. He liked to think that it was Sam that he just caught but he new that Sam's spirit pokemon was Pelipper.

At the summit of Mount Titty Caca Farlef looked around for his father who seemed to of left. Then like a ninja springing a master trap, from the top of a tree a wheelchair came crashing down, attached to a rope and a complex system of pullies and Farlef's dad was sitting in front of him with his weapon drawn. Farlef was shocked at the spectacle til he saw the 3 Mexicans working the rope and figured his father hired these day laborers to help him set this all up. Regardless of how it happened it to took a lot to surprise Farlef, even more to find good Mexican labor in Deer Park.

"I always knew it would end like this" Farlef's Dad said.

"What are you talking bout old man, I don't know how or why you got this way but we should bury the hatchet, too many people are dead, why shed more blood, also please Father don't sit so close to the edge" Farlef pleaded with his crippled yet heavily armed old man.

"NO YOU SUMBITCH YOU'RE THE REASON I AM LIKE THIS, YOU'RE THE REASON I CAN'T FEEL ANY PAIN BUT THE PAIN THAT KNOWING MY SON IS A HOMOSEXUAL" HE SHOUTED.

"DO YOU REMEMBER 20 YEARS AGO, THAT FATEFUL NIGHT I TOOK YOU TO THAT WRESTLING MATCH. I REMEMBER IT LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY CAUSE THE ONLY MEMORY I CAN REMEMBER IS MEMORIZING THAT MY SON IS A HOMOSEXUAL. IT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE A FUN NIGHT, ME AND MY BOY, WATCHING GROWN MEN IN THEIR UNDERWEAR ALL GREASED UP AND ROLLING AROUND. THE SMELL OF MAN STANK AND STALE BEER IN THE AIR. IT WAS MAGIC. THEN THE FIRST MATCH I SAW A LOOK IN YOUR EYES, A LOOK THAT WOULD HARM ME IN WAYS NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY HARM ME EVER AGAIN AND IF I KNEW AFTER THAT MOMENT I WOULD NEVER FEEL PAIN IN MY LEGS AGAIN BUT THE PAIN OF KNOWING MY SON IS A HOMOSEXUAL THEN I WOULD OF STEPPED ON A LEGO ONE LAST TIME." He screamed with a mad look in his eye, fingers twitching ready to fire his crossbow/rifle combo'd weapon.

"Dad I was 6, I knew long before that I was of a different nature" Farlef muttered.

"THEN ON THE WAY HOME, I HEARD YOU GO ON AND ON BOUT THOSE STRAPPING MUSCULAR HERCULEAN TITANS WITH THEIR RIPPED ABS AND TONED FIT BODIES. IT DROVE ME RIGHT INTO THAT TREE. FOR 6 MONTHS I WAS IN A COMA, RELIVING THAT MOMENT OVER AND OVER. I WAS COMATOSE, THE ONLY THING THAT KEPT ME GOING WAS KNOWING I HAD A STRAIGHT, MANLY SON IN JOHN. IT TOOK ME 20 YEARS OF PHYSICAL THERAPY, FALLING DOWN STAIRS AND NOT FEELING ANY PAIN BUT KNOWING MY SON IS A HOMOSEXUAL, STABBING MYSELF REPEATEDLY IN THE LEG TO TRY AND FEEL ANY PAIN EXCEPT FOR THE PAIN OF KNOWING MY SON IS A HOMOSEXUAL BUT TODAY THAT PAIN WILL BE REPLACED WITH GLEE KNOWING I SEND YOU THE SPAWN OF BEELZEBUB HIMSELF BACK TO WHENCE YOU CAME" He shouted.

With one final huff as he was bout to fire he noticed his son was slowing drifting away from him. He was contemplating how his son could move backwards so fast and then realized he was rolling away from him.

"Dad I tried to warn you bout the sign" Farlef said pointing to the nearby sign on the tree.

"Dad are you ok" Farlef yelled out to his father. The man might have just tried to kill him but he was still family. If he stopped talking to everyone that tried to kill him he would have no friends left.

"adhniadjaldnDDdfsmpfna" Farlef's dad gurgled back, draped over a frozen piece of ice, legs being gnawed on my local alligators, not that he could feel it.

"What was that dad" Farlef yelled back.

"I'm fine you fairy, this won't kill me, nothing will" As the current dragged him down the river.

"Glad you're alright Dad, see you at Christmas?"

"Yeah and don't forget the Bundt cake this time" his father yelled back.

As Farlef watched his father drift away as a dog swam out to him and climbed onto glacier he was floating on, he was now the Spokane River's problem.

"Papi and my father always said that when I get older I would understand. Well, I finally did. I learned something from these two men. I learned to give love and get love unconditionally. You just have to accept people for what they are, and I learned the greatest gift of all. The saddest thing in life is wasted talent, and the choices that you make will shape your life forever. But you can ask anybody from my neighborhood, and they'll just tell you this is just another Deer Park tale." Bryan quietly mused to himself.

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