#the way he would be DEVESTATED when she turns and leaves him

[lilyharvord]

been thinking about AUs lately, mostly becuase I have had so little time to write due to craziness, and I got back on my bullshit about meeting your soulmate and their first word being tattooed on your skin. And just... the implications of that?

Mare with the word "thief" tattooed on her wrist and having to cover it so as to not give herself away in the Stilts, but when/if she gets caught by officers they see it while they detain her and even if she didn't do anything she ends up locked up for the night because of that word. So she comes to hate it with a passion and tried scrubbing it off, and mutilating it as she grew up to remove it, to hide herself better as she starts to steal more and more to survive. But she would wake up with it perfectly healed. And it is in such pretty penmanship, waaaaay too nice to be a Red's handwritting, or even an officer's in the Stilts. And that scares her, so she forces herself to hold onto the belief that maybe it belongs to some Red who assists a general or something and they have to write a lot and she will meet them at the Choke. When Kilorn sees it for the first time while he is helping clean her up after a particularly bad night in a cell, he realizes he can never be hers because it was no where near his first word to her.

Cal has the word "obviously", and it is so obviously the dumbest fucking word to have. It is literally the most common word. The amount of times he has heard the words "obviously" in his life and turned around only to realize it is someone he already knows? Stupid, absolutely ridiculous. And not to mention that the way it is written on his wrist is horrific and makes him question if this person ever really learned how to write properly. The good news? He can hide it underneath his flamemaker and forget about it if he needs to. And he does, pretty much decides that he'll probably just never meet whoever it is. Besides... he has to marry a lady of a High House, and he's already met all of them and none of them said that word to him on the first go. And it doesn't really matter... it is so rare for a future king to marry their soul mate through Queenstrial anyway. His father was just lucky with his mother, and his grandfather of course met his but got away with keeping him and marrying a Queen. And maybe it's for the best if he never meets this person, it would just be a twist of the knife if he is already married and meets the person who is meant to complete him.

And then, one night, on a dirt road, in the hours before night and dawn, when the stars are still out and the world is dreaming, a thief sticks her hand into the pocket of prince, who catches her wrist, and accuses her with a surprised and confused tone: "thief", and she tilts her head to the side, her eyes sparking as she replies "Obviously". And it takes everything for him not to flip her wrist over and look for the word he just uttered, but he lets go instead, terrified that this is the girl who is meant to come into his life and complete him. And she backs up a step, her eyes darkening as she looks him over anew. Neither comments, neither admits to anything. And Mare is glad for it, because the next day she learns he is a prince, and not just any prince, he is The Prince, and she immediately is relieved because there is no way in all of heaven and earth that she is paired with this man. She didn't see her reply on his wrist... she forces herself to believe that there is a different word tattooed there. That if she were to lift up his sleeve she would see something else, some meaningless word to her, that means everything to him. She never looks though, and he never takes off his flamemaker, so she never has the chance to see.

Then, one evening, in a soldiers barrack, on a Piedmont base in the middle of a summer shower, complete with the distant growl of thunder: Mare glances at his bare arm, wrapped around her bare waist. It would be so easy for her to just, gently turn it and look, to answer the question that has haunted her since a Blackrun fell from the sky, and he held her like they were going to die. She shivers subconsciously and gently reaches down to slide her fingers through his, her heart pounding against her ribs. She can't decide if she wants to see the word there, or if she doesn't. She doesn't know which way would be better, whether it would break her heart if it wasn't, or if she were be terrified if it were. He sighs against her neck and pulls her a little closer when she first goes to rotate his wrist, she freezes, tensing for a heartbeat. He's a soldier, they sleep lightly, and this feels like an invasion even though she has now seen and touched every part of him. For some reason this one spot of skin feels forbidden. Inhaling, she slowly rotates his wrist to face up, and her entire skin erupts in goosebumps as lightning illuminates the room and thunder crashes a heartbeat later. There is her hand writing, her ugly, horrific handwriting, and there is the word she said to him with such tenacity on a dirt road and changed their lives forever. She flips his hand back over and pressed it to her stomach, knots her fingers with his as she tries to slow her breathing back to a sleeping rate. It's no use though, his sigh against her neck is no longer a gentle whisper, but is instead one of relief. "I wanted you to look first." He murmurs against the vertebrae at the base of her skull, before lightly running his lips up to her ear. "I think knew in my heart since the Bowl of Bones." He squeezes her fingers softly, and they never speak of it.

Then he choses a crown, a crown over what those words on their wrists' mean. And that betrayal is so much worse than it ever could have been.

[starlightdelrey]

the view between villages

platonic ! f1 grid x reader

summary: f1 is a dangerous sport - it's common knowledge. but accidents - bad accidents - aren't as common. seeing the youngest (and only female) driver crash and not immediately respond is something the boys never thought they'd have to experience, and the rest of the world is just as devestated.

cw: major accident, graphic descriptions of injury and vehicular damage, graphic descriptions of car accident, mentions of death, blood and gore, negative emotions such as sadness and regret, angst, mentions of religion,

song pairing is "the view betwen villages" by noah kahan

(not based on any particular race)

today's race felt off to begin with. When y/n had attempted to leave her aging yorkie, comet, in her hotel room - like she had done for the past couple months - he began to whine.

"poor baby," she mocked, but turned the small TV on and switched it to the channel that would be broadcasting the race live. "look, com. watch me on the tv."

the dog had complied and jumped onto the un-made bed, but when she left and closed the door, he had whined once or twice before calming down.

she made a mental note to get him checked out at the vet, but got distracted when she showed up to the paddock and got a look at the track.

"the weather wasn't as shit yesterday during quali," she said off-handedly to max verstappen, who was chatting to the engineers.

"are you worried?" y/n was a good racer, it was clear - but whenever max saw how small she looked in comparison to everyone else on the team he had a small sense of dread. it wasn't new, just annoying.

"nah." she grinned at him, her hair already pulled back into a french braid for ease during the race.

---

"lights out.... and away we go!"

the lights blink out and y/n is already gunning it, attempting to bypass the boys from mclaren.

she discovered early on that locking up would be her main issue today, and she made it clear on her radio.

"i keep locking up."

her voice was calm but shook a little as she struggled to steer, and she spoke only in short sentences to prevent stuttering.

"copy."

finally, she worked out a system to braking that prevented the struggle, but in speeding up, found that she'd made her way into a mass of cars.

"watch out, y/n. keep out of trouble - wait until everybody else has moved out of each others way."

"ok. pulling back-" the radio crackled and then went silent as a car careened into the side of her.

---

the audiences at home got to watch a replay of the impact.

somewhere in australia, a family consisting of two parents, a teenaged boy and a little girl are watching the race.

the boy reacts first, jolting. "was that logan sargeant and y/n y/ln?"

"yeah... turn up the volume?"

the mother grabs the remote and obliges, terse.

"was that the girl driver?" the barely 5 year old asks, brows furrowed.

"baby, go play in the other room." her father dismisses her, and when she slowly shuffles out, eyes trained on the screen as the commentators relay the details, her dad huffs.

"now. and don't look at the screen anymore."

she squeals and runs out, and the boy starts to jiggle his knee up and down as they wait for more information.

across the world, houses go silent.

---

"and it looks like logan sargeant attempts to pull away from the crowd but misjudges the distance between himself and y/ln. we can see him here slam right into the right side of the body of her car, and she goes spinning out, right into barricades. oh! and if we slow it down, you can see that the force of her chassis hitting the barricades not only forces the car to lift fully off of the ground, but it also tips - the top of the vehicle flips up into the barricade until it falls back into place. that is a nasty hit for rookie red bull driver y/n y/ln."

the commentators keep talking, thinking nothing of the accident, until the cameras switch to the red bull team, who are trying to get into contact with the girl.

"y/n, are you okay?"

silence.

"can you respond? y/n we need a vocal response. anything, okay kid? even if you can just hold down on the radio button so we know you're there."

no response.

the commentators continue.

"and it looks like we're getting no response from red bull driver y/n, who has just crashed."

---

his whole body jerks on the impact, and he spins out off the track, coming to a shaky stop.

"shit, shit, shit!" his voice cracks.

"are you okay, mate?" the radio crackles at him as he's fighting back tears.

"yeah - was that y/n i hit?"

"yes, we can confirm the crash involved both you and y/ln. we are receiving word that it is a red flag crash."

"is she okay?" he doesn't get a response at first, so he tries again. "is y/n okay?"

"no word yet. sorry, logan."

"fuck! i'm so sorry - i really thought it was clear, i just... fuck."

"calm down, sargeant. wait for pick-up and keep yourself collected. we'll tell you as soon as we find anything out, okay mate?"

"sure."

he lifts himself from the smoking chassis and the world watches as he kicks it out of frustration before letting his head lower.

there's a sickening feeling in his stomach as he sees the girls unmoving vehicle.

he pictures her inside, and the fact that she's so much smaller than the older men cause his mind to unravel with pictures of her limp and unconscious.

---

inside the car, y/n blinks her eyes open, groaning.

her ears are ringing and her head hurts, and the body of her car is so warped that it's vacuum sealed her into the vehicle.

in the back of her mind, y/n feels the pain in her right thigh and left ankle, and her right shoulder feels dislocated.

"kid, we need an answer." the radio's muted and crackling, and when y/n tries to respond, she realizes that something on her end is fucked because they're still begging for an answer.

she goes to climb out of the car, but a sob tears out of her chest at the immense pain that suddenly blooms throughout her whole body.

she falls heavily back onto the seat and pants, closing her eyes.

she feels slight relief from the pain when she fully relaxes and closes her eyes, and nestles into her seat a little to get comfortable.

the need to sleep takes over her and she obeys, nodding off.

---

inside her hotel room, comet's ears pull back in concern as he hears his owners name being called out repeatedly from the television.

---

"red flag, max. we need to restart the race."

verstappen stills, his ears suddenly ringing. he has a bad feeling about the red flag but just can't place it.

"what's happened?"

"there was a crash between a williams and y/n. to the pit lanes, please." the voice on the other end seems calm, but there's a waver to it.

"fuck, are you joking? are they both okay?"

"the williams driver... logan sargeant, we're hearing, is up and out of his chassis. we've heard nothing from y/n yet."

he'd fight them, ask for more information, but knows that red bull would be the first to hear anything.

"tell me if you find anything out."

"copy."

as he drives to the pit lane, max replays her grin at him as she reassures the dutchman.

"nah." her nose is scrunched and hair pulled out of her face.

he thinks about how bulky the helmet looked on her, the barely 20 year old driver somehow never managing to put on any muscle, no matter how hard she tried.

he prays to jesus, zeus, allah, and even the virgin mary - surely she'd have sympathy to max's prayers, as she's lost someone dear to her before. any deity he can think of is immediately begged to ensure the safety of his partner.

---

a whining noise pulls y/n back into consciousness, and she furrows her brows.

"i'm trying to sleep, com. shut up." when she opens her eyes and sees the battered cockpit in front of her, she realizes that she's not hearing her dog cry, it's just the ringing in her ears that are back.

and then suddenly all she can see is comet waiting for her. comet, waiting in a hotel room that she'll never re-enter. what's gonna happen to the mutt if she dies? her parents are over-seas, she has no boyfriend to look after him. comet would be all alone.

and then all the guys on the grid are flashing through her head. she knows, vacantly, that logan crashed into her. he'd never forgive himself if she died. verstappens win streak would be fucked if he was grieving over his teammate. even lewis hamilton, who was the first driver to openly back her as the only woman on the grid.

she screws her eyes shut and lets out a heavy sob, steeling herself.

---

the commentators are no longer focused on the race.

"and i think i can speak for all of us when i ask, where is the goddamn safety car and ambulance? young driver y/n y/ln has been stuck in the wreck for about a minute and a half now, and there has still been no aid for her. which is a cause for concern about the overall safety of f1, as- oh my god!"

---

charles is already on his way back to the pit lanes, muttering manifestations under his breath for y/n to be okay.

he's shaking, filled with lead and a lump in his throat. he and y/n aren't super close, due to their team differences, but every time he spoke to her she had a certain gleam in her eye that one only had when they weren't afraid of death.

this worried him. racing was her life - would she succumb easily? it was a known fact that many drivers drove as if they had nothing to lose.

the idea of her choking on mortality in her chassis scared him more. maybe her body was broken, and the pain was all she could feel as the life drained from her? he worried for those that would have to witness the blood and bruises when she was pulled from her car.

"we've got an update on y/n."

he was pulled out of his mind. "tell me. please."

"she's getting herself out. the paramedics were taking too long, so she took it upon herself, apparently." a startled laugh falls out of charles' lips as he cheers back.

---

muscles screaming, y/n forces herself to lift out of the cockpit, allowing her body the only relief of rest once her upper half is slung over the halo. for about five seconds she stops, before she forces herself to continue.

the safety car and paramedics are here now, and camera crew for the live footage plus the netflix crew are close behind.

people are shouting at her to stop, but she continues to claw her way out of the wreckage.

she's crying and praying to a god she never knew she believed in as she forces her broken legs out of the car, sliding over the side to the ground.

she stands and looks around at the medical crew who are advancing towards her and tries to take her helmet off. she can't, and they're reassuring her that they'll do it for her.

y/n looks out at the audience and raises one arm to greet them. she's met with immediate raucous applause and, swaying for a few seconds, she falls.

---

"you would never believe it. this lady is pulling herself out of her car. as the camera zooms, you can really see the absolute strength this is taking her - hold on, we're getting audio now."

the world watches with bated breath as the coverage of her climbing out of the car begins to play. you can hear the agonised screams she lets out as she forces herself to exit, and just how broken some of her limbs look. her left ankle hangs limply, and she has to use both arms to force her right leg out of the cockpit.

"what a magnificent scene. y/n y/ln has kissed death, and still lives to tell the tale. we see her now, standing on the track as the medical staff come to her aid, and she falls. a very fair response to what she has just gone through. a round of applause to y/n y/ln, the girl who kissed death!"

---

"so lando, congratulations on p4. obviously, the whole crash between logan and y/n caused a damper on the overall race. how do you feel about it?" the interviewer pushed a mic at his face.

"the crash? yeah, it was terrifying not knowing if she was okay or not. i'm not surprised she ended up climbing out of the chassis herself," he laughs softly. "i've never known her for being patient."

"how do you feel about her new nickname?"

"nickname?"

"people are calling her 'the girl who kissed death'."

lando can't stop a high-pitched laugh from escaping. "girl who kissed death? that's stupid. oh god, i can't wait for her to find out about that. she'll be proper pissed off."

"right, well, thanks lando. have fun celebrating!" the interviewer bids him farewell.

---

a few months later:

over the healing process, y/n was forced to give multiple statements, post social media posts, and even a quick video from the hospital bed, but when she sees comet, her resolve finally fails.

she begins to tear up as the scruffy dog barks at her, jumping up and down.

"someone's excited to see you," lewis hamilton, the temporary guardian of the dog, grins.

roscoe stomps his feet and licks y/n, panting at her.

"awe, little babies. i was so scared of dying and leaving comet all alone, but i think he would've been fine."

lewis glances down at the kneeling girl in front of him and tsks, nudging her with his foot. "don't say that, y/n. nobody would've been fine."

"yeah?"

"yeah. have you seen all the tiktok edits of your crash? people were terrified. i was terrified."

y/n doesn't say anything, but stands to hug the british man.

he holds her back, before clearing his throat. "save that love for death. heard you've kissed it before."

"fuck off."

--- la fin ---

[peachhcs]

losing the championships

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

will's self-doubt creeps in after losing the finals making him snap at the one person who's always there for him, almost making her turn her back on him.

2.6k words

warnings: a bit of angst, arguing, crying, this is a sad post in general

ik im feeding y’all rn but i feel weird putting this out in two days and not now haha, but guys you know i had to do it. i had to get the angst out. i think this is like the first angsty post in the series?? i hate when there is angst, but i love writing it lmao. i'm not sure how accurate some of this is, but i hope the trio stays on for another season!! i'd actually be devestated if they don't. anyways keep requesting!! <3

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it didn’t feel real. nothing felt real watching her best friends crumple to the ice in utter defeat and heartbreak just two days after winning the semifinals. samy stood up in the stands nearly motionless while everything around her fell silent. she didn’t think those moments were actually real whenever they played in movies, but here she was hardly focusing on anything but her best friends in tears. 

her eyes couldn’t leave ryan on his knees with his face in the ice. she just wanted to wrap all of them into her arms so none of them would feel this type of pain anymore. 

the stupid jumbotron panned to everyone’s reactions, basically putting the boys on full blast when they most definitely didn’t want anyone to see them crying like they were. samy’s heart only broke further when she finally looked down at her boyfriend trying to hold himself together while comforting a sobbing ryan and teary gabe. 

her own eyes grew teary seeing those three so destroyed not knowing what was next for any of them. that was probably the scariest part. 

when will searched for samy’s gaze the waterworks broke like a dam for the couple. the youngest hughes was completely crying and will’s shame settled into his skin that he lost the game without even scoring a single point. 

their coach urged the boys down the tunnel before the cameras could get any more shots of them. samy tried pulling herself together, but her hiccuping cries didn’t stop slipping out no matter how hard she tried holding them in. 

boston’s side of the lobby was nearly silent which almost mirrored michigan’s team two days ago. suddenly, seeing those happy memories wasn’t as easy anymore. samy’s mind raced wondering if this game really was the last for her favorite trio or if they’d stay on one more season with boston. 

thirty minutes passed before the bc boys slowly trickled out of the locker room. their bloodshot eyes and tear stained faces were enough to send more tears into samy’s own eyes. her lip quivered waiting for her boyfriend to appear, but he didn’t come out after his usual spot behind ryan and gabe. the two boys found samy’s gaze, frowning even deeper. 

“hey, i’m so sorry. i-i have no words,” samy brought them into big hugs hoping to ease a bit of their ache. 

“what a fucking night,” ryan muttered bitterly. 

“you guys played well. those refs were idiots making calls,” the brunette shook her head. 

“will’s still in there. he’s..he’s not taking this one too well. you can go in if you want, but he may explode. I i don’t want you to think he’s mad at you, he’ll just find something to take his anger out on,” gabe explained briefly. samy’s eyes slid towards the locker room doorway where her boyfriend hid. 

“don’t worry, i know how he gets. I’ll see if i can talk to him,” she couldn’t be scared of will. 

he was her best friend and boyfriend. he’d never intentionally hurt her and if he said things, she knew he was just angry with himself, not her. the girl shuffled her way towards the locker room trying to put on a brave face for will’s sake. 

she knocked on the door before slowly pushing it open. her eyes scanned the practically empty room until she found her boyfriend slumped in his stall at the end of the benches. her hands trembled as she slid further in and leaned against the door. 

“will?” 

his eyes snapped towards hers. he looked like a mess and that only unleashed more waterworks seeing him in this state. it wasn’t one samy saw him a lot in, so when she did, it hurt extra hard. 

“if you’re here to try and make me feel better, i don’t wanna hear it,” the boy mumbled bitterly which quickly caught samy off guard. 

she wasn’t expecting that from him so immediately. 

“i’m not. just here to be with you,” the girl said, trying to hide the shake in her voice. 

“well, i’m not really in the mood to be around anyone right now. just go. i’ll be out in a few minutes,” the bitterness in his voice definitely stung, but samy tried shaking him off knowing he was just upset. 

“will..” she inched forward, wanting to reach out to him. he looked as if anyone touched him he’d just break into a million pieces. 

“i said go. i don’t need your fucking sympathy. i feel feel like shit,” the blonde snapped this time making samy instantly draw back. 

“i know you’re upset, i get it. this loss fucking sucks. i’m just trying—” 

“you don’t fucking get it, samy! i just lost the championship game 2-0. we scored zero points. you know how fucking embarrassing that is? i’ve been trying to prove myself all season about how good i can be and then i lose the championship game. you’ll never fucking get it!” there it was. 

will’s tone rose with anger and hurt all mixed into one. samy swallowed the nerves climbing higher in her stomach as she tried remembering none of this was really directed at her. she was just the person will was getting his anger out on. 

“i-i do get it, will. remember my championship game in december? we choked. i-i get it, i do. it sucks and i’m so sorry it ended this way. i wish it didn’t—”

“stop saying you get it. it’s not the fucking same. you’ve never had to work for anything in your life because of your family!” 

the blonde’s harsh words finally hit a nerve. samy’s face twisted and she didn’t know anymore if he really didn’t mean it or not, but through the anger, will realized what he said. 

“samy..i didn’t—”

“fuck you, will. you of all people should know how hard i’ve worked to be where i am right now. i know you’re upset about everything right now, but you don’t need to bring me down to make yourself feel better. don’t bother waiting up. i’m leaving with ryan and gabe,” samy stormed out of the locker room before will could say anything more.

the tears streamed down her face as soon as she was in the lobby again. ryan and gabe instantly noticed her distraught expression, immediately going to her. 

“shit, what happened?” ryan muttered. 

“can we just go? i can’t deal with him right now,” samy choked out. the two exchanged a worried glance, but obliged. 

the whole ride back to the hotel was nothing but silence as everyone reeled from the disappointing night. 

—

gabe let samy camp out in his hotel room for the night. he didn’t dare ask her what happened in the locker room knowing she’d tell him if she wanted to; however, the dark-haired boy wanted to go knock some sense into will knowing he most definitely snapped too hard at samy which made her want to avoid him. 

it was almost two in the morning when there was a small knock. still awake, the two exchanged wary glances, so gabe got the door. 

he pulled it open to reveal a very weary, teary-eyed, sad, and frustrated will. for a moment, gabe almost let him in, but he stopped himself because he didn’t want the boy blowing up at samy again. the girl sat nervously on the bed just out of sight of the door listening in on them.

“is she here?” will rasped out, voice dry from the amount he cried after samy left the locker room and getting back to the hotel. 

“i’m not sure i wanna answer that,” gabe stood his ground. 

“come on, perreault. leno said he didn’t have her,” will tried again. 

hearing how wrecked he sounded broke samy’s heart all over again. gabe gazed back at her, a look in his eyes asking her if she really wanted to see him. 

even though he insulted her, something in samy was still trying to justify it for him being upset and angry. she really wanted to believe he didn’t mean it. with that, the girl crawled off the bed and shuffled her way behind gabe’s 6’1 figure. 

“we can talk in your room,” samy mumbled. 

“o-okay,” the shake in her boyfriend’s voice made samy want to lunge herself at him and make all the pain go away, but she had to stand up for herself still. 

“you’re sure?” gabe wondered before letting her go. 

“i’m sure. i’ll see you tomorrow,” she rubbed his arm and stepped around him. 

her and will walked three doors down where his hotel room was. it was basically hers too since most of her stuff was scattered across the room over the past few days they’ve been there. 

will shut the door behind them. the brunette looked at him expectantly knowing she said everything she could. a beat of silence passed before the tears quickly filled the blonde’s eyes and he started completely sobbing in front of her. he crumpled against the door, choking sobs falling from his lips as he body sunk into the ground. 

for a second, samy just stared at him until her instincts kicked in and she went to him without hesitation this time. 

“oh will,” she curled into his side, stroking his hair as his body fell into hers. 

“i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean any of it. i don’t know why i said it. i was upset and i know that’s not an excuse at all,” the boy rambled into her shoulder. 

“i know this loss hurts, but taking your anger out on people with harsh words isn’t gonna make it better,” samy said.

“i know, i know. i-i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have lashed out on you. that’s not fair to you at all.” 

“i was just trying to comfort you like i always do after losses,” the girl hated seeing her boyfriend so upset like this. his tears dripped everywhere on her even after samy tried wiping them away with her thumb. 

“i know. i shouldn’t have pushed you away like that. i just.. I didn’t want you to see me like that,” will’s voice grew softer at his small admission. 

“what do you mean like that?” i’ve seen you lose games before.”

“i don’t know if this is how you felt after your soccer game, but i felt so pathetic for losing a championship game where we didn’t even score. my pride was hurt and i worried you’d think i wasn’t good enough anymore because i lost like that,” his words continued breaking samy’s heart. 

she grabbed ahold of his face so he was looking at her, “i’d never think any less of you because you lost. it happens. you’re not pathetic for losing and i promise it doesn’t make me look at you any differently.” 

“i guess i’m just always scared you’ll get sick of me and realize i’m not actually worth it. that and a hundred other emotions were just going through me and it came out really wrong,” will frowned. 

a small sigh escaped the girl’s lips hearing the boy she’s known all her life doubt himself so much. “you’re always worth it, will. nothing’s ever gonna change that for me, okay? i’m always gonna be in love with you and wanna be around you win or lose, whatever's happening in your career. you’re stuck with me,” a small laugh escaped their lips at the last part. 

“i know that. i just get really doubtful when i get down on myself and hard losses like that happen.” 

“i get it, but i’m not going anywhere, okay? you played your best tonight, those refs were making shit calls and unfortunately, denver just figured us out.” 

a small nod came from will. he pushed his forehead onto samy’s just trying to ease all the thoughts running through his mind while focusing on the way she ran her fingers gently through his hair and around his curls. some of his roots were rough and red from the way he pulled harshly on them earlier, so her gentle motions slowly eased the ache. 

“i’m scared that i don’t know what’s gonna happen next with any of us,” will spoke again after a small silence. 

he lifted his head again to meet his girlfriend’s gaze before leaning it against the door. 

“are you gonna sign on?” the idea played in samy’s mind as well after tonight’s game. 

the decision was entirely up to the coaches of each of the guy’s respective teams, but considering how well all of them played and improved in one season, they may want them sooner rather than later. 

“i don’t know. it’s up to whether the sharks want me now or later,” will answered. 

“have you talked to ryan or gabe? what they may do?” 

“washington’s pushing closer to the playoffs. they may want ryan on for it. i dunno. gabe’s most likely gonna stay. i don’t think the rangers are quite ready for him yet. the ideal situation is we all stay one one more season with boston,” will explained a bit, his fingers drawing mindles shapes into samy’s leg. 

“what do the sharks say about you?” the girl wondered with a raised eyebrow. 

“you know what they say about me. they want me now. they wanna wait another year. it’s..sort of up to me i guess,” will shrugged a bit, avoiding eye contact. 

“would you sign on now?” she rephrased her question from earlier. 

“if i sign on now, my entire life gets flipped around in a week and i have to move to california, but then i’d possibly get to play in the playoffs. if i wait, i get to stay with boston and everyone for another year and more importantly, see you more frequently than if i was in california,” samy rolled her eyes at the last part—he was always so down bad for her. 

“don’t make the decision based on me, will. you’ll see me still.” 

“i know, but i think i do subconsciously anyway. you’re just my life now,” his words sent a deep blush across the girl’s cheeks. 

“i’m flattered,” she rubbed the side of his cheek making him lean into her touch. 

“you’re everything to me, samy. i’m really, really in love with you and i can’t imagine my life without you in it,” will smiled softly. 

the girl flushed, but returned his smile. hearing those kinds of things come out of his mouth was still something the brunette was getting used to even after 9 months of being together. 

“you’re everything to me too, will. i love you a lot.” 

the boy leaned forward to place a gentle, yet loving kiss on her lips. they melted into one another, small sighs escaping their mouths at the contact. her hands tugged at his curls while his own curved around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer like he needed her as close as possible or else he couldn’t function. 

part of it was true. without samy, will was lost like a fish in the ocean. she was a part of him and he was a part of her. they were intertwined and always would be. her soft lips soothed every single thought and self-doubt will had because as long as his favorite girl believed in him, that was all that mattered. 

“i know i said this already, but thank you for being here. it means a lot to me,” will said when they pulled apart. 

“i’d never miss this. i’ll always skip classes for you,” she grinned. 

the boy beamed, pulling her back in for another kiss. 

the two didn’t get into bed until nearly 3:30 in the morning. samy curled into will’s side, his arm tightly around her as she laid on his chest. the tension in the air completely dissipated and the cries died down. things felt okay again. 

they’d sleep tangled in one another all night knowing the next morning samy had to catch her plane back to michigan and will would be left with one big decision that would decide what plane he had to catch. 

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What do u think Bella's reaction would be if the Cullen's voted no on her becoming a vampire.

Caveat

They didn't and wouldn't.

Just as those who voted no (Rosalie and Edward) would be very hard pressed to vote yes, those who voted yes would be hard pressed to vote no.

Edward had made it clear that Bella's death would mean his own. He would go out and commit suicide. Worse, the Volturi have laid down the law and what Edward's not asking for is to leave Bella human but having to murder her behind the chemical shed.

Alice sees that not turning Bella destroys her brother and the family. Esme sees it as Edward giving up the only happiness he's ever known in one-hundred years. Carlisle sees it as the murder of Edward. Jasper just thinks this is stupid and if they want to keep Bella alive they only have one choice.

Only Rosalie and Edward are die hard keeping Bella human and they're both sticking their heads in the sand and have blinders on due to their own traumas.

But Alright, I Guess They Say No

She would be humiliated and devestated.

She'd thought she'd prepared herself for the truth that the Cullens didn't want her, she already knew that, but she'd always thought deep down it was just because she was human. If she was a vampire, then it'd be fine, and the only issue was that Edward didn't want her to be a vampire.

Add onto this that Alice had earlier offered to turn Bella, assured her that the family wanted her in the family and Edward did love her, and now it appears that Alice had lied to her and Bella had just put her foot in her mouth.

The Cullens find her to be nothing more than a nuisance they want out of their lives and they've said no in the clearest way possible.

"Oh, I see," Bella says dully, and no matter her repaired relationship with Edward, she feels her world crumbling again as this is all temporary now.

It will only last until Edward tires of her again or else until she dies. She'll be Bella Swan forever and there's no escape from it.

Nobody wants her.

I imagine the Cullens stare as Bella implodes in front of them, all giving Jasper a side-eye (who is wincing profusely because that... could have gone better...)

Edward slowly realizes that Bella has just broken up with him because she thinks he broke up with her.

"No, Bella! No, when I say I don't want to stay with you I mean just in the long term! In the short term you're amazing! We can have decades together, decades!"

(These arguments sound good to exactly no one, even Edward, who's starting to realize that maybe he put his foot in his mouth here.)

Bella trudges home where Edward follows, trying to tell her that he absolutely loves her and he didn't just dump her, he just thinks she should remain human and live human milestones and maybe dump him except don't because he can't live without her.

Bella's not really listening.

I imagine...

Edward, terrified Bella may try to kill herself, caves and tells her he will consider turning her into a vampire. He'll think about it really really really hard. So hard, Bella, he'll give it some real thought.

But at this point Jasper, feeling he has no other option and knowing the family's too weak to do it, probably kills Bella off as if they're not turning her then the Volturi have their eyes on the family and will check in to see if Bella's really, actually dead.

Bella dies unsurprised that the Cullens are taking her out of this world.

Edward never forgives him in the 0.05 seconds it takes him to go find Jacob and ask him to kill Edward for having killed Bella.

[a-casual-kpopfan]

Sooyoung with cheating genre.. and pls make it hurt.

Never Would I Have Thought - Yves

A/N: DONE.

Short, quick, painful.

~~~~~

3:45 PM

"Are you sure she's not going to find out?" She asks as you're pinning her against the wall, kissing her neck. "She... Won't... Don't worry..." You ensure her as her moans echo in your apartment, her moans telling you she wants more.

~~~~~

4:15 PM

A large calendar is posted on the wall with a date circled with a red marker.

Novemeber 14. Anniversary.

"Shake it, shake it, shake it for me." Sooyoung's speaker plays aloud as she's getting her make up ready. A photo on the top left of her large vanity mirror of the both of you is hung up.

"I'll see you soon baby." She says while smiling at the photo.

~~~~~

4:30 PM

Clothes thrown all over the floor is leading towards your bed.

Lastly a piece of pink laced panties was thrown onto the floor.

"More... Ah... More!" She moans out loud as both her hands are running through your hair, down low under the blanket concealing yourself defiling the woman you have brought home.

~~~~~

4:45 PM

Sooyoung checks her watch, the time tells a quarter till 5pm. It's almost time to meet for dinner, she hasn't contacted you to check up on you because you always showed up, for anything.

Her performances, her graduation, her sad sob sessions when watching the two main leads in a K-Drama not get together.

She trusts you with everything.

~~~~~

"Fuck! Ha... You're so good, fucking hell!" You yell out as you're in sheer bliss, a state of euphoria while she is riding on top of you. The woman leans forward next to your head. "Let me please you as much as you." She whispers in you ears, licking your lobe before rising back up.

Bzzz... Bzzz... Bzzz... One Missed Call 5:45 PM

~~~~~

6:15 PM

She's patiently waiting for you to arrive, just snacking on the breadsticks from the free bread basket. A server comes around to the table for two with a chair still waiting to be filled. "Shall I get you something to drink?"

Sooyoung looked at the time and reluctedly accepted, "A glass of red please." The server nodded and made his way to the bar.

~~~~~

7:00 PM

"If I knew you were this good, I would have came sooner." The woman wraps her arm around your head in a hug, you were in joy, happy to know she enjoy the time you had spent with her.

You picked up your phone from the nightstand next to the bed, seeing at the time and date. You knew what was today, you knew what was planned.

"Anniversary?" The girl asked, when she looked at your phone screen. "So today was important?" She gave you puppy dog eyes and pouted.

"Don't worry about it, I planned to break up with her anyways. I rather be here anyways." You threw your phone to the side,

~~~~~

8:00 PM

She was embarassed, she felt humiliated, she was devestated.

You never came.

Sooyoung paid an embrassing bill of a wine bottle and extra bread. Clearly drunk, Sooyoung knew not to drive but call an uber to your apartment.

Not thinking properly, she knew something was wrong.

"He never showed up!" Sooyoung yelled over the phone, calling her best friend Hyunjin, although Sooyoung wasn't yelling loud enough to disturb the uber driver.

"He didn't even call you or text?"

"Nope! I even called him and not even a call back!"

"Where are you now?"

"I'm heading to his apartment now."

"Oh... Okay, let me know how that goes."

"Okay, I'll see you later Hyunjin."

~~~~~

8:15 PM

"I best be going now." Both you and the woman are standing in front of your door, she's ready to leave so you can take care of whatever you need to take care of with your current soon-to-be ex, Sooyoung.

"Okay, I'll call you later." You smile as your see her off, the woman turns after giving you a kiss, reaching for the doorknob.

The moment she turns it and opens it.

There was not one.

Not two.

But three shocked faces.

Sooyoung on the other side of the door, in drunken shock, looks like she's about to pass out.

Her face was morified.

.

.

.

"... Hyunjin?"

[lichoulychou]

Cornelia Street

Actor! Credence Barebone x Actress! Reader

Summarization: After you finally confronted about how you feel to Credence, he finally realised what he had done wrong and its starting to guilt him down to his core.

Warning: More angst!, second chances, realisation, Credence changes, reader is trying to move on but can't.

Again if you haven't read the first one please read it. The first one, the title is "You're losing me"

I'm gonna do the pov for credence in this one🥹😉

Ever since you finally told him the problem it had hit him harder than any punches he had received. It hurt him so much, he couldn't believe himself. Did he really let himself do this to his precious girl? He missed you so much. The situation had changed him to the point he had to take a break in working, he'd been drinking and doing stuff he'd never do when he was with you.

Everytime he got drunk all he could think about was you, all he could mutter was sorry and your name. He couldn't handle it, he misses everything about you. If he could have another chance he promises that he wouldn't let anyone get in both of your relationship's way.

Again he was drunk, and he suddenly thought about how he should text you. He picks up his phone and tried to contact you but instead is met with a "This person has blocked you", he couldn't believe it. This made him sober up quickly. After reading that he began to think of what he could do to talk to you in person or not, when he finally made up his mind he had decided that he needed to talk to you in person.

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To say that you had been devestated was an understatement, you couldn't move on at all.

Everything you had done you could only think of him, every single turn it was full of him. It's been months since you both had broke up, around 5 months ago.

You couldn't move on easily, after all he is your first love, your first kiss, your first partner in crime, Your first everything. As much as it had hurt you, you knew you shouldn't go back, because once a cheater, always a cheater, right?

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Back to Credence's POV:

I went to every place that I think she would be in, where we always would be in. As I looked and looked all I could see is the memories we had created together. God I hate myself for hurting her, she deserves everything. She doesn't deserve all the pain I put her through.

As I though about all the stuff I had regretted, I saw her, My Everything. My Glyndel, As soon as I saw her, I chased after her yelling her name, "(NAME)! (NAME)!" .

She turns around looking around upon hearing her name, when she saw me her eye's turn wide, the phase of her walking going faster like she'd wanted to run away from me. When I catched up to her, I grab her arm and turn her around, so I could see her beautiful face.

"Credence.. " She whispered like my name was a forbidden word to be used, her eyes started to water, her lips quivering. She was trying to fight the grip I had on her, I couldn't let her go, the fear of losing her crept onto me.

"Darling, I-, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for what I had done. Please forgive me, please give me a second chance, I still love you alot, I'm not ready to lose you." I said trying not to cry, still having the same firm grip i held on her.

She had started tearing up too, she stopped fighting my grip, "C-credence look I'm so sorry, but I think we shouldn't try again, please just leave me be.."

She whispered through the sobs, it hurt me that I had hurt her so much, and that's when I realised, I might not have the chance to be with my girl again, it shattered my heart into pieces.

"Please give me another chance please..? Just give me a month to try again?" I said begging her.

"Fine, one month, that's all you'll get and the last you'll get" She said in a hurried whisper.

I smile softly and hug her gently "Thank you, thank you for giving me another chance."

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I'm finally back!! I had a long break, school has been stressing lately but I swear I'll try to update you guys more.♥️

[puff-mmd]

Was woken up at 4am and instead of sleeping like a normal person, i laid in bed and thought a what-if au where yakumo and kaisei actually did get together.

The effects were devestating, i was crying over fictional men before work, love that.

Anyways, so. How does it even happen.

The last time Kaisei sees Yakumo in the story is after he cuts Ciro off - tells him to not contact him outside of work, he won't hang out with him or Yoai anymore. This is a little bit after him finding out about Ciro's "girlfriend". He ends up with Yakumo again, because he's just.

He's so sick of being played with, used, cheated on, and ultimately alone. He really thought Ciro would be The One, but seeing as he had someone, and didn't even know for sure that Ciro liked guys, those hopes were again crushed.

He ends up breaking down about it in front of Yakumo in both versions. It kinda freaks Yakumo out, because he's so used to seeing Kaisei bounce back from these things.

"So this guy didn't work out, I'll try again! It's okay this guy turned out to be a scumbag, I didn't really like him all that much anyway."

Those kinds of things.

So when Kaisei is just crying, saying he's so tired of the same things happening over and over, Yakumo is worried. That even when he feels like someone will work out it's still the same result. He eventually stops crying, and he's quiet for a bit.

He's hoping beyond anything he knows that Yakumo might comfort him.

In the normal story, he stays quiet - Kaisei then gets up, gets dressed, and it's the last time he says goodbye to Yakumo (as after that is the whole after party scene a few days later, resulting in Kaisei learning the truth about Ciro and them ending up together).

In this au, as Kaisei is getting dressed to leave, Yakumo breaks the tension and asks Kaisei to stay with him. Every time Kaisei has come to him and cried about anyone, he's felt horrible, but never had the right words.

"I still don't know what to say, but I don't want you to go."

And so, Kaisei does stay. It's the first time anyone, let alone Yakumo, has ever asked him to. He's surprised, byt that shock kind of breaks him out of being so upset. I think some time that night Yakumo does end up spillibg his own feelings, and Kaisei, who has liked this guy since high school and has just resolved himself to never trying to find anyone to be happy with again, just accepts Yakumo's feelings.

The thing is, I know Yakumo will be happier, and Kaisei is happy with him, but it's just hard to think about because I know he would be happier with Ciro based on what he craves in a partner.

Yakumo is not going to be a really affectionate, open, and for lack of a better word, fun partner. That's just not who he is.

Sure, he might change a little, but it's not much.

And then thinking about Ciro, learning that Kaisei has a boyfriend now, is absolutely miserable.

The poor guy who's never opened himself up to loving someone that way, never even gets the chance to act on those feelings. He knows Kaisei isn't a cheater, and he wouldn't try to break people up anyway.

Yoai is absolutely pissed. She wants to drop Kaisei as a model because of how much Ciro is hurt by this. But Ciro is the one to say, even though he hates to, dropping Kaisei for a personal reason that he technically had no repsonsibility in causing, would be a bad idea.

So they still work together, but oh my god the pain in my chest imagining how Ciro must feel seeing him and still working with him despite those bottled up feelings is so bad.

Like I cannot, I'm sorry - I can't separate Ciro and Kaisei. They are like peanut butter and jelly, the moon and the stars, they just go together.

Sorry Yakumo, looks like you'll just have to move and find aomeone else, I can't fo this au 😔

[wizisbored]

ah, would you look at that... a comment that was not in any way influenced by me tellying my friend i was looking for an excuse to lore dump.

(cw - kidnapping, trafficking)

so, lydia in the new centaur railway au. i'm not sure yet where she grew up, but it was with her parents. emily got sick when she was 12-13. the family had to travel to see a particular human doctor they believed could help, and the only accomodation charles could find in town was a stable. lydia was scared and wanted to be with her mother, and though there wasn't room for charles to stay with her there was enough space for a foal, and charles thought she'd be more comfortable there than in a stable, and the stable owner wasnt particularly keen on having a child staying there anyway. so the night emily died, lydia was with her.

lydia was woken up before dawn by the doctor and told the mare she was sleeping beside is dead. and then, before she can even begin to process that, he tells her that he already told her dad and he's so broken-hearted that he can't look after her anymore. being young and distraught and in shock, she believes him. In the early hours of the morning another human man comes to pick her up, telling her he's going to find her a safe space to stay, and takes her to the train station.

when charles comes back later that morning, and after the initial shock of being told emily is gone, he of course asks where lydia is. the doctor acts innocent and worried. "I thought she was with you?! Oh dear lord, have you lost track of the poor little thing?"

lydia is travelling with the man for a few days, eventually getting off the train and riding out to more unconnected little towns. Or at least, he rides. Lydia plods along after his horse. Eventually, they find the maitlands, who currently im thinking are fellow centaurs. he feeds them the same lie lydia was told and asks them if they could possibly find it in their hearts to take the poor little girl in while he arranges something more official.

she's with them for a few years. they quickly get attatched to her. they play with her, they teach her, they save up to buy her a camera for her birthday. she's devestated by the loss of her parents, of course, but with them she's as happy as she could be. the man who brought her to them or an associate of his checks in every so often, mostly via post and occasionally in person, but most days he doesn't cross their minds once.

a little while after her sixteenth birthday (a generally accepted working age for taurs, but not a particularly pleasant one) the man returns. he says they've found a permenant home for lydia and she needs to come with him. the maitlands are devestated of course, practically beg him to let her stay, it's only two years until she turns 18 after all. but the man insists, and they have to pack her a bag and say goodbye.

lydia doesnt want to leave them, of course, but the maitlands try to put on a brave face for her and tell her its okay, and the man seems like someone you wouldn't want to cross, so she does what he says. on the way to the nearest town with a rail connection she considers running, but that would leave her out in the desert alone and she knows she wouldn't make it. she considers slipping away again at the station, but she's ushered onto the train before she can think any more about it.

she finds herself shut in a train car transporting a few horses, and is basically treated as one of them for the whole long journey. she doesn't see the man who brought her on board and nobody will answer her questions. eventually they get to the town thats the base of operations for the railway construction, shes shoed and her hair and tail are trimmed and potentially shes branded as property of the railway company because that might be significant later, and around this time when she's reflecting on how she came to be in this situation she realises that of course her dad didnt just suddenly not want her, she was kidnapped and then put on hold until she was old enough to be useful.

beetlejuice arrives a day or two after her, and before they so much as know each others names they're hitched to the cart and sent on their way down the tracks.

[musekicker]

I've written Bryce before, but never Bryce and Buster's first meeting in the original au he's in.

The art museum was still open, though it was getting close to closing hours. Buster had reached the place in record time he was sure. Probably some traffic laws were broken on the way but that wasn't Busters main concern tonight.

He was here to meet his son for the first time. A son he had no idea he even had until hours earlier. When the woman that had been the boys mother figure for thirteen years had called him. 

How Jimmy had gotten away with having his kid, hiding it from everyone, and paying for someone to take care of said child for the last thirteen years, Buster did not know. But it had been managed. He never would had known if not for the call.

Apparently this call had been made because of Jimmy actually showing up to Sharon, the mother figure, and Bryce's, his son in question, home. 

With the news of a son came the bad news that Jimmy Crystal was out of jail. But Buster was more worried about Bryce. The child had went out a window and ran shortly after Jimmy had arrived and the truth was told to him.

The kid had to be terrified.

He was thankful to have Sharon's direction and knowledge when it came to where Bryce could be. He would actually be asking the other koala a lot of questions about Bryce if she did did not seem so devested. Understandably so Bryce had not taken any of this news well. Sharon clearly was regretting a lot of things currently.

If Buster had not been told about and lead to Bryce's favorite piece of art he would had waited near the entrance of the museum rather then search the place. Neither of them were one hundred percent sure that Bryce was even here. But Sharon was sure it was the best place to search first. That he liked looking at this particular piece of art when he had a bad day.

There was still the chance that Bryce wasn't there. Was somewhere out on the streets. Or possibly found by Jimmy. Buster didn't know what would happen then.

He was so worried that he almost didn't notice the child when turning the corner. But there he was, sitting on a bench in front of the painting. Buster couldn't miss the kid. He very much was a mixture of him and Jimmy.

A koala mostly in animal body type. He had the koala ears, the nose, and the size. His wolf features of his tail and fangs did tell of his wolf blood in him.

There were also those eyes, sharp blue like Jimmy's. Those eyes were focused on the painting in front of him. It was a forest scene in tones of blue and purple.

As calming as those color tones could be, the child was clearly not feeling that calm. Even as his gaze didn't leave the painting, Bryce would occasionally rub at his eyes and hug his backpack close to his body.

Sharon froze at the sight of Bryce. Her mouth opened and closed twice, wanting to call out to Bryce but not quite gathering the courage to do that right now. It was Buster who made the move to walk a small distance closer to Bryce.

"Hey.. Bryce, right?" Buster said.

The child didn't even look at Buster. His blue eyes were focused on the painting still.

"I don't know who you are and I don't care." Bryce said.

Buster was not shocked by that answer. But he kept talking.

"We need to talk." Buster said.

Bryce looked at Buster now. A snarl, a warning, emitted from the small creature. It was amazing to hear the sound of a predator species coming from a kid that looked more koala then wolf.

Buster did not let the snarl scare him. He kept on talking gently to the child.

"I know that your mom-" Buster said.

"She's not my mom." Bryce said, bitterness oozing from him in his voice.

Buster couldn't blame him for feeling bitter. With finding out that the person he thought was his mom was not and much more that she had been hiding from him.

"Do you work for Jimmy? Because if you do I won't go with you. I will scream and yell about being kidnapped so loud-" Bryce said.

"No, no! I absolutely do not work for Jimmy. Trust me on that." Buster said.

"And I should believe that why?" Bryce asked.

Sharon stepped into view finally.

"Bryce... he's telling the truth." Sharon said.

Bryce looked to Sharon, his expression going cold in a way that Buster had seen Jimmy make before.

"Huh... well he be the only one telling the truth today then." Bryce said.

Bryce looked away from Sharon. The female koala closed her eyes for a moment. She looked to Buster and nodded.

"I'll give you two some privacy." Sharon said, quicker then she needed to.

Sharon hurried off, her shoes clicking a quick melody on the museum tile floor. Most likely she was going to let herself get a sob in while Bryce and Buster were talking. Bryce watched her leave, his mask of anger slipping for a second. Then it was back and he glared at Buster.

"Are you going to tell me that I should forgive her? Because I'm really not ready for that conversation." Bryce said.

"I... I think that's a up to you thing." Buster said.

Bryce nodded and looked away from Buster. The boy was no longer continuing the thread of conversation. Buster knew he would have to just get the truth out there. He took a breath and let it out.

"Bryce... I'm your dad." Buster said.

Bryce finally looked towards Buster again, looking the koala over and trying to see himself in them.

"That... that checks." Bryce said. "So what, now that apparently my other dad wants me suddenly you do too? Is this some sort of messed up one up the ex thing or-"

"What!? No! Where did you even get that from?" Buster cried.

"I've seen enough of the soap operas my mom likes to watch." Bryce said.

"And everyone says I can be dramatic.. no, no this is not some one up the ex thing." Buster said.

"Why are you here now then?" Bryce asked.

Buster stayed at the short distance away from Bryce. 

"I didn't know about you until I your mom called me and told me everything." Buster said.

"Not my mom." Bryce mumbled.

Buster didn't know what to say to that so silence it was.

"And I know who you are." Bryce continued.

He held up his phone. On the screen was one of the many online articles talking about that long ago murder attempt at Redshore. 

"One of the marvels of the internet." Bryce said.

"Yeah. I swear they chose the worst pictures of me for those articles." Buster said.

"Maybe they thought if they went with the more sad looking pictures of you that everyone would feel bad for you." Bryce said. 

Buster couldn't help but laugh. It felt good after the hours long ride with his thoughts whirling and his stomach roiling at the sudden news and the anxiety of how this child could be hurt or worse.

His child.

Buster knew in that instant that his world had suddenly gotten a lot bigger. He stepped closer to the bench.

"Can I sit?" Buster asked.

Bryce thought a beat of a moment. Then he nodded. Buster sat on the other side of the bench, still giving Bryce his space. Silence, and then Buster took a breath.

"I know this is messy and a lot. And it will take a lot of time to get use to." Buster said. 

"And what do you want?" Bryce asked.

"For you to be happy and safe." Buster said.

"You don't even know me." Bryce said. "Why do you care?"

"One, you are a kid. Two, you are my kid. I mean... if you want me involved in your life at all." Buster said.

Bryce lifted a brow.

"You're taking knowing you're a dad suddenly very well." Bryce said.

"I had a whole bus ride all the way here to get use to the idea. And I'm still... a little over whelmed I'll be honest. But I know I want to try to be the dad you deserve. Once again, if you want it." Buster said.

There was silence again Then a sniffling noise from Bryce. Buster saw that Bryce's eyes were brimming with tears.

"I.. I just want to go back before I knew any of this. I don't want to be angry at my mom. And I.. I want to know how to move on from here." Bryce said.

Buster's first act as a father was hugging his son, and letting him cry.

[aloudplace]

Chapter 4: temperature

"You're Asatyri," he said in realization. That explained the clothes. The Asatyri favored the old ways, including their style of dress.

The woman blinked at him, expression flexing with distant recognition, like someone trying to place a familiar face out of context.

It also explained the memory wipe.

Aside from Eladan, only Asatyru had the sorcery to wipe a person's mind completely clean.

"You must have committed a pretty serious crime," he said, watching her eyes darken with confusion. "Last I heard, the Asatyri reserved full wipes for acts of high treason against the Goddess. Generally, as an alternative to execution."

"Asa…tyru," she said faintly, leaning towards him with an expression of concentration. That sounds familiar.

"Yes. Asatyru. You come from the temple planet."

Something flickered in her eyes--a flash of pain breaking through the confusion. A glimmer of loss.

"Asatyru," he said again. "Your home."

Soundlessly, her lips shaped the word. Home.

Loklan watched her try to make sense of it. Watched her eyes narrow with concentration, lips parting. Frustration creeping in around the edges of her features.

"It's alright," he said softly. "You don't have to remember now."

The truth was, she might never remember. Loklan had not seen it at work himself--at least, not to this extent--but he knew from his study of sorcery that the spell was a devestating one. Some of her memories would undoubtedly return over time, but there was no telling which or how many.

She might be like this for the rest of her life.

The effect of this realization was astounding; Loklan's heart dropped, squeezing with regret.

Stupid. What do I care? The Bastard Prince doesn’t weep for anyone.

At least, he hadn't. Not for his peers. Not for the people of Eladan, who had shunned him so cruelly. Not for the Lords and Ladies who had bedded him in secret, either.

But the woman wasn't one of them, was she?

"You must have a strong mind," he told her quietly, "Or else the spell might have ruined you."

"Spell?" she murmured, eyes still glazed with sadness and frustration.

"You're a Priestess. I’ll bet my life on it. Or you were," he went on, thinking aloud. "You must have served the Goddess. And I'll wager you're a born healer, or else you would have forgotten the sorcery when they wiped you."

The fact that she remembered how to do healing magic at all--that the instinct remained--was enough to convince him of that. Perhaps her healing abilities had protected her mind as well. A full memory wipe could cause serious damage--to the extent of leaving the sufferer with compromised brain function.

"I might be able to help you recover some of your memories," he murmured. "When I've regained my strength, that is."

Not that he was particularly skilled in that type of sorcery. Loklan could conjure and cast glamor with the best of them, but mastery of memory spells was for sorcerors of a higher order.

“Poor luck that it’s me you’re stuck with,” he said.

The woman frowned, leaning over him. She was holding his hand again--when had that happened?

"Loklan," she murmured, free hand rising to his face, fingers to his lips. She shook her head. Stop. Rest.

The spell and all the talking had worn him down, he realized. His throat was dry, voice rasping. Her fingers felt so good on his lips. Soft and warm. Almost loving.

He wanted more of her touch.

"Water," he said. "Please."

She turned and picked up the gourd, tipping it carefully to his mouth.

He turned his chin away. "Not like that."

Her gaze flickered with surprise, a trace of confusion. He'd been drinking from the gourd on his own since yesterday. She lifted it again, not understanding.

"No." Again, he turned away. "From your mouth."

His tone gave her pause; it was dark—hungry. Her eyes widened.

There was no reason for her to do it. They both knew that. But she understood.

Loklan ignored the stab of guilt--the thought that he might be taking advantage of an innocent.

But it was just a touch--mouth to mouth. He would take no other liberties.

He had to know. Did she understand what it meant that he wanted to feel her mouth on his?

Remembering the texture of her lips made him buzz with desire.

Slowly, she lifted the gourd to her mouth. His heart pounded with anticipation.

She bent and pressed her mouth to his.

Loklan opened for her and took the water in a soft, passive kiss, eyes half-closed. His skin tightened. The scales along his sides rippled and relaxed again.

Arousal settled into his body like a fever, hot and aching.

When she sat back from him, he could see on her face that she had felt something--that it had affected her. She gave him a shuttered look, confused and just a bit uncomfortable.

"I want you," he rasped, startling himself.

It was an unexpected relief to say it out loud, knowing she couldn't understand enough to reject him.

His tone reached her, though. She gave him a penetrating look, trying to read him, eyes a little hooded and gleaming with emotion.

This is mad. What am I doing?

She'd felt something when their lips touched, but her lack of complete understanding was clear enough. He ought to leave off.

But he didn't. Words tumbled from his mouth.

"Do you want me?" he asked, looking into those eyes, searching for an answer he knew she couldn't give.

Her brow furrowed. She held his hand against her thigh, slim, tawny fingers threaded with his dusky lavender ones.

"Would you let a Zenopelti touch you?" he asked roughly, looking at their tangled fingers. Torturing himself with the thought. "Would you be ashamed to take me into your body?"

She didn't answer, of course. But it didn't matter. It didn't matter that she couldn't understand, or even if she did. She deserved better than a snake. A murderer.

Maybe if he'd known her before, in his previous life, when he was handsome, virile. When he still had a few remaining scraps of self-respect.

But no. He'd always been the Bastard Prince. There was no escaping that. His past. His mistakes.

His shame.

There was no escaping anything.

"I wish I could undo it all," he rasped, thinking of Thenn. Of Firra. "If you knew who I was--who I am--you'd despise me."

The woman’s eyes darkened with concern at the ragged edge in his voice. "Loklan..." she murmured in a gentle, quelling tone. No more. Please, rest.

Dammit.

He was only troubling her. Confusing her. Making an ass of himself.

"Alright," he relented, turning his face away and closing his eyes. "Alright."

She drew a single layer of the coverings up to his chest and smoothed it with one hand, unwittingly caressing his torso, making his whole body tighten again.

Then she set the gourd beside him and rose, leaving him to drift off into restless dreams.

***

The next day his wound was fully closed, and he was strong enough to sit up--with some assistance.

The woman did most of the work getting him off the ground, but once she propped him against the wall with the fur at his back for cushion, it was no great effort to hold himself there.

The process was both painful and rather pleasant; it made his wound ache, but it also required a great deal of physical contact, which brought his hunger for her to a simmer.

Much to his regret, she moved away as soon as he was situated, gesturing toward the dark end of the tunnel. The larger gourd dangled from one hand. She was going to get more water.

Loklan nodded and then watched her stride away, wondering for the first time how she could see in the darkness. But just before she melted into the shadows, a little ball of golden light appeared beside her.

Perhaps she was gifted in more than healing magic, he thought. To wield it so effectively without conscious training was almost unheard of.

What an impressive little creature.

Eventually, the ball of light disappeared around a bend in the tunnel, and Loklan was alone.

He shoved away the surge of loneliness.

It was good to be upright again. He could finally get a clear look at the cave. The distant entrance blazed with desert sunlight. The woman had been collecting things on her excursions, and there was a pile of random objects near the opposite wall: wood for the fire, several gourds, some rope, a rusted knife, scraps of cloth, and what looked like a bag made of rough, tattered canvas.

He wondered how she started the fire. Another spell? There was no kindling.

Impressive indeed.

What in the name of the Goddess had she done to get herself wiped? It was hard to imagine such a gentle little creature committing a crime heinous enough to warrant that punishment. Priestesses were rarely violent. He’d certainly never heard of it before.

And Asatyru was a peaceful culture. He’d visited the main temple a few times in his childhood. Firra had taken him there to make offerings to the Goddess--before he'd become a stigma to the Second Kingdom of Eladan.

Perhaps the woman had betrayed her people somehow. Like Loklan.

It didn't warrant much thought at the moment, though. What did concern him was figuring out where the hell they were.

They couldn't be on his home planet. Eladan had no deserts, and neither did Asatyru. Myiuna did, but there were no frozen nights on the peasant planet.

Perhaps they dropped me on one of the outer dwarves, he thought. But weren’t most of the dwarf planets devoid of breathable atmosphere? He wished he could remember his school lessons better.

The woman had found evidence of civilization here, though everything she brought back from her excursions had the look of things long abandoned.

Well, he would be on his feet in another day or two, he felt sure. Then he would go out and investigate for himself.

What he would do after that remained to be seen. Getting off the planet could pose a serious challenge...

And anyway, then what?

He couldn't return to Eladan. Not if he wanted to live. Which he…did?

The realization startled him. When had he left off dreaming of death? The grief and shame were still there inside him, and the old rage, too--his constant companions--but something had changed. Shifted.

He sat contemplating this for a long time, until the woman reappeared in the dark tunnel, her little golden torch spell catching his eye.

Immediately, his heavy thoughts were forgotten.

"Hello again," he said, watching her approach, heart secretly lifting.

She smiled. Came to him and held out the gourd. Another of those strange colorless fish dangled from her other hand.

Loklan took the gourd, holding her gaze as he sipped from the broken lip.

She remembered their kiss the day before; it was there on her face, in her eyes.

It had been a kiss. A poorly disguised one. They both knew it.

He wouldn't kiss her again. Not until he knew she wanted it. But that didn't stop him from thinking about it.

"Your hair is wet," he commented. "You had a bath."

Her head tilted quizzically.

"Your hair." He pointed, then touched his own. "It's wet."

Her hand rose to the water-darkened locks currently leaving wet marks on the shoulders of her tunic.

"I could use a bath myself," he said, thinking of her undressing somewhere deep in the bowels of this cave, slipping into the icy water alone. "Perhaps next time you'll take me along," he said.

She'd bathed him with a damp cloth while he was ill with fever, but it would feel good to have a proper wash.

The woman gave him a muddled look. His tone had become husky, dark.

"Bath," he repeated, gesturing to the dark tunnel, trying to keep the hunger from his voice.

Recognition lit her features. She touched her hair again, gesturing to him with the other hand, brows raised in question.

"Yes. I'd like to go, too."

She made a series of gestures--pointing to him, mimicking the rise and set of the sun, and then using her fingers to indicate walking into the tunnel. Combined with her little shrug, he took it to mean, Maybe in a couple of days.

Loklan smiled.

Her answering smile was genuine, innocent.

Meanwhile, he was still imagining her wet and naked in the dark.

***

The fact that he couldn't move around on his own filled Loklan with helpless frustration. Combined with his lingering pain and unsatisfied lust, it left him in a dark mood.

He slept only a few hours that afternoon and then sat up again, this time without assistance. That small triumph lifted his spirits considerably.

The fact that the woman returned from her dusk excursion with a tattered old book written in the language of Asatyru, even more so.

It meant they weren't on one of the outer dwarves after all. Yet they couldn't be on Asatyru, either.

And then he recalled that the Asatyru had attempted to build colonies on at least one of their moons a few hundred years past. If memory served, they'd abandoned the project abruptly after a dispute with Eladan over zoning laws.

So, that was it, then. Alistair had dumped him on one of Asatyru's half-dozen moons. It certainly explained the severe weather and lack of sentient life.

It also presented the possibility that they would be completely unable to escape. Unless the Asatyru had also abandoned at least one functioning ship here, which was unlikely.

Well, that was a concern for another day.

In the meantime, Loklan was occupied with the woman currently sitting beside him, leaning against his shoulder as though it were the most natural thing in the world, listening to him read a book about Asatyri agricultural practices.

"This is incredibly boring," he interrupted himself to say.

The woman tapped the open page insistently.

"Do you really want to hear more about the storing and preservation of banu seeds?"

"Mm." She tapped the page again.

He smothered a smile.

Sighing with feigned reluctance, Loklan read some more. The woman snuggled closer and tucked her hand into the crook of his arm.

He knew she couldn't understand the words he read. It was his voice that pleased her. It was one of his best features: deep, sultry. Satin-smooth. He'd used it to great success as a tool of seduction.

A sincere compliment murmured in a low and velvety tone of desire could crumble even the staunchest of defenses.

Not that he wanted to crumble the woman's defenses. She had none, or so it seemed. And the thought of taking advantage of her apparent innocence made him feel... ill.

Loklan enjoyed seduction, even a protracted one. But not coersion. And certainly not the corruption of innocents.

He would settle for nothing less than enthusiastic, knowing consent, and the woman couldn't give him that, he reminded himself. Not without regaining at least some of her memories.

In the meantime, he contented himself with reading to her and allowing himself be cuddled. If she happened to be wooed by his voice and his closeness, well, he coudln't do anything about that, now could he?

After nearly half an hour of reading, however, his strength began to flag. Loklan's voice grew weaker, and she took the book away, motioning for him to lie down. Night had fallen, and the fire was getting low. Loklan stretched out on his back while she fed a few branches into the flames.

This time when she slipped under the covers, he turned onto his side to face her. She had no choice but to tuck herself against the front of his body--which she did after only a tiny moment of surprised hesitation.

He felt another twinge of guilt for putting her in that position, but he only meant to hold her. And by the Goddess, it felt good when she settled against him. He curled his arm around her and pulled her closer until they were touching from knee to sternum.

"Loklan..." she mumbled.

"Mm? You want me to stop?"

No response. She lay still in his arms.

She was used to a passive, semi-conscious bed partner, he mused, not an increasingly vital, assertive one. The sudden shift must be making her uneasy.

But didn't that mean she saw him as a man? That she understood his interest, at least a little?

The prospect made his heart beat faster.

"Just this," he murmured, willing her to understand. He pressed his lips into her soft hair. "I just want to hold you."

He forced himself to relax, willing his body not to respond to the pressure of her breasts and belly. To the warm tickle of her breath against his naked chest. To the possibility that she wasn't an innocent after all.

Much to his chagrin, his body did not obey. In moment, he was well and truly hard. She couldn't possibly fail to notice, though he wondered if she didn't understand the implications of that hardness. She didn't react to it, in any case.

Loklan made himself breathe deeply, slowly. Exhaustion made it easy enough to ignore his body's insistent arousal, and after a few minutes of passive silence, his heartbeat slowed and his eyelids became heavy.

The woman sighed and softened against him, nestling closer. Her arm snuck over his side.

Loklan's heart swelled with gratification. Whether she understood his interest or not, her affection for him was real. That was something.

And in a few days, when he was strong enough to recover the use of his magic, he would try one of the memory spells Firra had taught him.

And recover the old glamour, too.

The woman had never seen his Eladani form--the green eyes and white skin. The dashing good looks.

He would just have to wait and see what she thought of him then.

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ARCANE OC IDEA: Helena from Noxus (update)

General Information:

She is an escape-y who fled Noxus to escape her notoriously sadistic and high ranking parents by faking her own death and escaping to Zaun. She knew Mel when she was growing up, but Mel was terrified of her, on the count of her parents turning Helena into a killing machine from a very early age. (The bottom picture is Mel’s point of view and how she remembers Helena). The scar was given to her by her mother, after failing to execute someone who fled the household when she was 13.

Now Helena is older and trying to live a comfortable life, stealing and looting whatever she finds. This is how she meets Jinx, whom she rescues after getting knocked out (picture two is how Jinx sees her before she passes out) . She is immediately drawn to her, as she reminds her of both Silco and Young Vi. Helena has Silco’s cunning manipulative edge and dotes on her like a parent, but Vi’s warmth and caring hand with Jinx. Both spend their days tinkering bombs, pulling pranks, and laughing. Its thanks to Helena that Jinx manages to find ways to manipulate and control force of impact from her bombs. On top of that Helena is the person she comes to crying about Vi, Silco, and the explosion that killed her family. She helps Jinx work through a lot of trauma, even joking about “cutting those guys some slack every once in a while” (in reference to Ekko, Vi and even Caitlynn)

Despite appearing “sane” especially in contrast to Jinx, Helena is actually troubled by things such as paranoia, nightmares, insomnia and severe panic attacks, as a result of her earlier years and the abuse she endured. They are most commonly set of by witnessing (large pools of blood, screaming kids etc.) (picture no.4)

Once Mel finds out that Helena is actually alive, word of this gets back to her mother, who makes it a personal mission, to capture Helena and bring her back to her parents, “by any means necesseary” in hopes of securing political support from her parents. While Helena evades capture, her and Mel actually become something sort of frenemies, getting along while bickering, and even saving each others asses numerous times. During their adventures, Ekko, Vi and Caitlynn have to work with them a couple of times, to achieve a similiar goal. (picture no.6)

…More to be added…

Love interests?

The Designated doctor who worked for her family had a son, Ernest, who was around her age. He and his father would be witness to the many MANY violent punishments her parents would dish out to Helena. When she “died”, both him and his father were devestated (even creating a special memorial statue for her). A few years later, Ernest is in Zaun working as a doctor and engineer in the undercity, when he catches Helena trying to rob his clinic for medical supplies. He is overcome with joy when he realises who his robber actually is. Helena appears happy as well to see him, but when they go out to “catch up” she tries to kill him, thinking that he is still working for her parents, and thats why he is in Zaun. Instead she takes him as “prisoner” but when she realises that he is actually not a spy, she offers him to stay with her and Jinx, under the guise of helping out with their missions. He obviously still has a crush on her, but for most of the story she does n’t see him in that way, until the very end.

How does her story end?

After a series of adventures, Helena does manage to defeat her crazy family, but their downfall causes mass problems back in Noxus. With this, both of her and Mel are tasked to go back, in hopes of fixing things and restoring peace, which is a task that would take several years. She does offer Jinx to go with her, however Jinx (still attached to Vi despite no longer being on best of terms) declines. This leads to a very tearful goodbye, as Helena goes on the ship to take her to Noxus. Before leaving she tells Jinx. “Contrary to what your name may imply, your presence in my life has brought me nothing but greatness and fortune, and I want you to know that.” This departure would be the first time Jinx has a proper goodbye with someone. (picture no.5)

Age: Older than Caitlynn but younger than Mel

Height: 6ft2

Characteristics: Cunning, Playful, Warm and protective of those she cares about, Skilled, Analytical and Observative, Manipulative, Foul Tempered, Prone to Mood Swings, Can become Sadistic when enraged passed a certain point.

Weapon: A giant axe that has the ability to extend the handle pole. This was her weapon from when she was even a still a kid being conditioned to become a killing machine by her family (thus getting the nickname “HeLLena the Executioner” for her most common method of execution, decapitation). She is also an exeptionally talented and agile fighter.

Sexuality: Asexual but romantic

Pronouns: She/her or they/them

Fun Facts:

-Helena’s family was inspired by the history of the Bathory Family (whose most famous member is the serial killer Elizabeth Bathory). This is in reference not only to their sadism, but also their status. So wealthy and influential that they are LITERALLY above the law. This is why Mel’s mother was so keen on bringing Helena back to them.

-The name Helena was in reference to “the face that launched a thousand ships”. Mel’s mother goes to great lenghts to try and find her, and it plays a huge part of the story.

-Her appearance was strategical. Earlier, it was mentioned that the reason Jinx gets attached so quickly is due to her reminding her of both Silco and Young Vi. This is seen in her big bold eyes and brows (Vi) contrary to the greasy brown hair and the scar on the face which is on the same side as Silco’s.

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Poofed

WandaxFemReader

Summary: Wanda copes with a life that may not have you in it.

Warnings: Devestation

A/N: This story literally is heartbreaking but in a good way I think. Let me know what you guys think!

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You wake up suddenly to your hand being kicked. It was wrapped around your wife’s very pregnant belly as you both tried to sleep through the night. You smiled dreamily in your sleepy state as you were reminded of the twins who would be born any day now.

You and your wife were a part of the famous superhero group who saved the world numerous times. Shortly after she joined and got acclimated with the team the two of you started dating. It has now been 7 years of being together, 3 of them being married. You had moved out of the compound and were now living in your dream house in the countryside, the perfect place for your growing family.

While Wanda was able to take leave months ago as none of the team wanted your children hurt, you still went to work every day. The team promised that once they were born you would be given 3 months to spend with your family but until then “there were still bad guys out there” in Tony's words of course.

You checked the time to see you still had a half an hour to spare before you had to be at the compound. You made Wanda breakfast and set it up next to her then you got ready for your day. You showered, got changed and before you left you wrote two sticky notes to leave on your wife’s mirror. One saying, “I love you more than chocolate chip cookies.” The second said, “You are looking like such a hot mama today.” You left a kiss on Wanda’s forehead and whispered an ‘I love you’ then you went to work.

Wanda woke later that morning with a smile on her face. She saw the breakfast you set up and immediately started eating because she was starving. After her breakfast in bed, she showered before seeing the notes you left. She actually laughed out loud. Even when you weren’t home you always made her day. She sent you a quick text.

Hi my love! Thank you so much for breakfast! I love you more than tv shows!

After that Wanda went about her day normally before she got bored and decided to go to the compound. When she arrived she saw Bucky and Sam watching tv.

“Hey boys,” Wanda said as she set her bag on the counter before walking over and sitting in between the two.

“Hey Wand, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?” Bucky suddenly jumped into protective older brother mode.

“Sit.” Wanda ordered him, glaring at him. She appreciated the gesture, but she was pregnant and not handicapped.

“Yes Ma’am.” Bucky sat not wanting to make Wanda upset.

“Damn man, if she needs something she’ll tell us right?” Sam asked, turning to Wanda.

“Exactly thank you Sam.” They continued watching TV comfortably every once in a while bantering about something.

“Hey guys, where was y/n’s mission today? I usually hear from her by now if she’s going to be later than 6.” Wanda said realizing the time was now past 6 and she still hasn’t heard anything.

“I think they were in Florida today,” Bucky said, scratching his head trying to remember what Steve told them this morning. “Some mission with aliens that Carol warned them about. They’ll be fine. You’re welcome to stay here in your old room though.” He finished. Wanda thanked him before getting up to move to the kitchen, both men hot on her tail.

“Who is hungry?” Wanda asked as she started to get ingredients out for a caprese chicken dish and some pasta.

“Me, for sure. I missed your cooking so much Wanda.” Sam said, taking a seat at the counter pulling out his phone to que up some songs to listen to while you cooked. Dinner was good and shortly after Wanda went to bed in the now foreign space and begged for sleep to consume her. It was hard because she grew used to your arms wrapped around her with your face pressed into her hair. That night she didn’t get much sleep. She sent you a text letting you know she was sleeping at the compound before she rolled over and tried to shut her eyes.

The following morning Wanda woke up to a still empty bed. Now she started getting nervous, she searched for her phone to see no new messages. She took her time getting out of bed but quickly threw on the clothes she was wearing yesterday before heading to the kitchen.

As she was almost there she could hear Steve talking.

“So Wanda’s here?” Steve asked the person he was talking to.

“Yeah she came yesterday and we just told her to stay. So wait, you're telling me that these things just hit a button then poofed with Tony and y/n? Are they alive?” Wanda could now tell the other person was Bucky. She felt like she couldn’t breath, feeling the wind knocked out of her at the words she just heard. She couldn’t hide any longer and barged into the kitchen.

Her hands instantly went into a fighting position holding Steve in a tight grasp so he couldn’t escape.

“Where is she Steve? What happened? You promised me no life or death missions. You promised me she would always come back to me. She said she would never go away.” Wanda said while breaking towards the end and crumpling to the ground. Bucky went over and wrapped her in a hug.

After a few minutes Bucky put Wanda on the couch as now the rest of the team came in and Pepper with her two small children. Steve went over what happened on the mission and how they have no trace of either of their teammates. He made everyone aware that Thor, Carol, and the Guardians of the Galaxy were all in search of their friends.

Wanda felt so lost. Your twins were expected any day and you were gone. How was she going to do it if you weren’t back? How was she going to be strong for your two little ones if you weren’t there? The questions swarmed her head as she tuned out the rest of the team. After hours of talking the team now turned to their tuned out friend to offer some support.

“When was the last time you ate?” Clint asked Wanda, putting his hand on her shoulder to ground her.

“I don't know.” Wanda shook her head still thinking a million miles a minute not making eye contact with anyone.

“Wanda you need to eat. You have two other people to worry about. Y/N will be ok, she will come back.” Steve said, sitting next to her. She collapsed in tears and that was how the rest of the night went, crying and the team forcing Wanda to eat.

The following days Wanda barely left the bed. On the 4th day of you being missing Wanda felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Her eyes started to tear up from both pain and the realization of what was happening. She was going into labor without you. She screamed out in pain and heartbreak.

Steve rushed into the room as soon as he heard Wanda scream, “It’s ok Wanda we’re here, let's get you to the infirmary.” he held Wanda’s hand all the way down to the infirmary. Steve sent a text out to the rest of the team to let them know what was happening and soon familiar faces appeared in Wanda’s room.

They took shifts as they waited for the time to push. Natasha talked about the makeshift nursery they set up for Wanda, Bucky talked about how he got clothes for Wanda and the babies from Wanda’s home, Steve talked about schedules and shifts he made up to help Wanda, Sam bought stuffed animals, and Peter offered to take the babies to the playground. Wanda just sat and listened, grateful for her friends and the help they were giving her. All she could think about was how you should be there.

You should be freaking out everytime Wanda had a contraction, asking if she should get the doctor. She knew you would try to find her favorite shows on the TV and rub her back whispering soothing words. She needed that more than anything, she needed you. She needed you to be there for your twins first breath, for bringing them home, for the countless sleepless nights.

Soon the doctor entered the room, “Wanda it looks like you are ready to push,” nurses entered behind them with all of the equipment needed for the babies’ delivery. Wanda nodded trying to prepare herself for the experience that was moments away. “Would you like anyone in the room with you?” and Wanda did, she wanted you but you weren’t there. So she asked her best friend Nat to stay with her to which Nat agreed.

They got into position and Wanda endured the hardest fight of her life, childbirth. She could’ve sworn she broke Natasha’s hand from how hard she was squeezing. Soon a melodic sound broke through the pain as her first child was born. “It’s a boy!” she heard and she started to cry of joy. She had a son. The joy didn’t last as she felt another urge to push. “And we have another boy!”

Wanda was so relieved that both boys were here and healthy. You kept telling her that you could feel it was two boys, two football players, you would say. They brought the babies to wanda and laid them on her chest. Nat was quick to snap a quick photo before exiting the room to let the rest of the team know, giving Wanda a moment with her children.

Nat walked out of the room to see no one in the waiting room. She asked the nurse where everyone was who informed her that they were outside. She walked quickly outside hoping you were back. Instead she saw someone else. Tony on his hands and knees crying while the rest of the team was surrounding him.

“What? Where’s Y/N?” Bucky was the first to speak. Everyone was too scared to hear what happened, why Tony was back but not Y/n.

“I don’t know. One minute we were in a room being questioned the next thing I  know y/n lunged at the guy questioning us. She was fighting with him for the poof thing. Then after she successfully got it we realized only one of us could go back while the other had to hit the button. She didn’t even give me a second. And now, now here I am and she is there. Where’s Wanda I  have to tell her something?” Tony suddenly looked frantic.

“No, you’re going with Bruce to do everything you can to get Y/N back.” Clint said, poking Tony in the chest. “You are not doing anything else until she’s back. And you definitely are not seeing Wanda. That girl just had to give birth to twins without y/n, she’s destroyed.” Clint walked back into the infirmary while everyone was still in shock.

“I ‘m sorry. I ‘m going to bring her back.” Tony promised before walking towards the lab to get in contact with the people who were already searching for y/n.

Meanwhile Wanda was still in awe of the two boys in her arms, memorizing all of their features. She knew their names, you and her had picked out the names for all twin scenarios and for two boys it’d be Tommy and Billy. She started to hum a tune she remembered as a child. She started to get upset as she remembered the last time she hummed the song.

You had just walked in from a long day helping in the lab and training. You saw Wanda in the kitchen cooking dinner before turning to see you. She gave you the biggest smile as she came over to wrap her arms around you. Her pregnant stomach left some room between you two as she reached up to plant a kiss on your lips.

“How was your day my love?” she asked walking back to the stove to turn it off and putting the food on the table.

“I'm so tired. Tony was going on about this new feature he wants to make for the quinjet and then Nat beat my ass at training. I don't want to do anything.” Wanda sensing your mood guided you to the couch she sat then pulled you down so your head was on her lap. She played with your hair to calm you down.

“The babies were very active today kicking the heck out of me” she giggled to which you turned your face to her stomach. You placed your hands on her stomach.

“Hey you two, stop kicking mama. I  know you want to play football but you're gonna have to wait till you come out of there.”

“How do you know they’ll want to play football?” She questioned you.

“I  can just feel it in my bones.” You said as your eyes fluttered close. Dinner was long forgotten as Wanda continued to play with your hair humming the tune and you drifted off to sleep.

The following week after the twins’ birth was very hard for Wanda. She went through all the firsts by herself. Instead of going through the first night with you she went through it alone. Instead of bringing them home together with big smiles she took them to her room in the compound. Instead of introducing the twins to the team with you they were all by Wanda’s side before she could introduce them.

She spent the nights in bed. Someone on the team  was always sleeping on a cot to help her during the nights. It had been 11 days since you went missing and you had already missed the biggest week of your little family’s life.

On the 11th day Wanda left the sleeping twins with a sleeping Uncle Bucky and roamed around the compound seeing you everywhere she went. In the kitchen where you both cooked dinner for the team all the time. On the couch where you spent countless nights watching tv shows and movies. In the training room where you pinned Wanda more times then she likes to admit. Then she headed towards the lab.

She stood shocked.

Right in front of her was a man that betrayed her. A man that you had put your life in the hands of who disappointed you. She stormed at him in a fit of rage. “You son of a bitch! Where is she? What did you do to her? I'm going to kill you!” Wanda screamed at him while hitting his chest. Tony let her, knowing that this was what she needed. Wanda continued to curse him out before Tony finally grabbed her hands.

“Stop. I  get it. I'm the bad guy, and I deserve to be. I  messed up the biggest moment of both of your lives. You can keep hitting me, knock me out, whatever you have to do. There is something I have to show you first though.” Tony let go of Wanda’s hands before walking to the screen to pull up a video for Wanda.

When it came through it was you. You were sitting in a bare room and Tony was asleep on the floor behind you. Your hair was a mess and you looked exhausted.

“Friday is it recording? Yes? Ok here we go. If anyone is watching this I  probably did something stupid and I ‘m so sorry. If it’s Wanda hi babe. Man, I think it’s been 3 days and I miss you like crazy. I ‘m trying to figure out a way to get back to you and the babies I promise.” Wanda can feel the tears rolling down her face. “Well I think I have a plan. You aren’t going to like it but I promise you that it will all work out and I will come back to you. Babe I  don't have much time they are coming back. I  love you and our twins so much. I  am going to do everything to come back to you.” Then the screen went black.

“Play it again, Tony.” Wanda asked Tony and he did. She watched it about 10 more times. Just hearing your voice made Wanda feel better.

“Thank you for showing me that. Can you send it to me?” Wanda asked, keeping her eyes locked on yours on the screen. Tony nodded and Wanda walked out of the room back to the twins.

After that day Wanda had hope. She knew you would come back to her. She watched that video every night on repeat to fall asleep too. She played it for the twins and other videos of you so they could hear your voice. The team noticed the change in Wanda as well. They were very skeptical but didn’t question her mood change.

After a month of you being missing Wanda had almost given up hope. Tommy was fussy and Billy had an explosion in his diaper and it was the first time the team had all gone on a mission so no one was with her. She was crying while changing Billy’s diaper while using her powers to rock Tommy’s baby seat.

“Ah boys, it’s ok mamas here. We’ll be ok sh sh sh.” She was so frustrated she couldn’t even get the diaper on Billy. There were a few more minutes of Tommy crying and Billy and now Wanda before she heard Tommy stop. She didn’t even turn around; she figured he just fell asleep.

When she turned with Billy in her arms she was shocked to see the person standing in front of her. It was the love of her life with her son. A sight Wanda never thought she would see. You looked skinnier, tons of bruises and cuts littered your skin. Your clothes were tattered and your hair was a mess in your face. Wanda thought you still looked just as beautiful. She had Billy in her arms as she slowly walked towards you not believing her eyes. She reached up and touched your face to make sure you were there. And you were.

With Tommy in one hand you reached up with your other to place on top of Wanda’s. “Hey there stranger.” You said with a chuckle. She wrapped her arm around you and started sobbing. You put Tommy in the bassinet still holding onto Wanda then reached for Billy placing him next to his brother. Then you did the thing you had been wanting to do forever.

You held onto Wanda as she sobbed in your arms. You stroked her hair while whispering “I’m here,” over and over in her ear.

Your arms were around Wanda but your eyes were on your twins. You soon began to cry, realizing how much time you missed. Wanda pulled away when she felt something drip on her shoulder.

“It’s ok my love you’re here now. You won’t miss anything else. You’re here.” Wanda promised with her hands on either side of your face to make you look at her. You leaned down and gave your love a long awaited kiss. Both of you being grateful to have the other there to comfort each other.

You soon pulled away from Wanda to look at your twins.

“I told you two football players.” You chuckled as you picked up the other baby who you have not held yet. “Who is who?”

“That’s Billy and this is Tommy.” She said while picking up the other baby. You both made your way to the bed with the twins and got comfortable next to each other. You stared at them trying to take in the two people who were now your own.

“I’m so sorry I  missed all of it. I  tried to get back as fast as I  could. I  really did. I  thought when I sent Tony back it was going to be hours and I would be back. But I see metal man's mind isn’t what it used to be.” You rambled on. You wanted Wanda to know just how sorry you were.

“It’s ok. You’re here now and I’m not letting them take you anywhere. You’re staying with us for as long as I want.” Wanda assured you. You sat with your family for hours just basking in their presence and soaking it all in. You changed every diaper and did anything Wanda needed until she ordered you to go shower. While watching your 7th episode of grey's anatomy you dozed off with the babies between you and Wanda.

You only woke when you heard the rest of your rag tag group of friends enter the compound from their latest mission not even trying to be quiet. You turned to see Wanda still awake nursing Billy.

“Should we scare them?” You asked Wanda with a grin on your face. “You can if you want.” She didn’t feel one way or the other. Knowing how much the team helped her while you were missing.

You stood up and hid behind the closed door. It opened halfway.

“Hey Wanda how’d everything go?” Steve asked, you could feel multiple people enter the room however.

“Boo!” you jumped out to scare the team. Bucky not knowing it was you punched you in the stomach.

“Ah shit sorry y/n.” he said before recognition came to his eyes and the others. “Wait y/n?” he stared in disbelief. Nat was the first to tackle you in a hug before the others were soon to follow.

“How, how, how did you get back?” Tony asked with tears in his eyes.

“Well I  thought you would figure it out quickly once I  sent you back but that didn’t happen. I  kept waiting and finally decided to just do it myself. I  befriended another prisoner who promised to poof me back. And then when they did I  was in the training room. I  got Wanda’s text and just assumed she was still here and made my way up to her room.” They all said how happy they were that you were back. You ate dinner as a family and spent the night in your room with your beautiful wife and boys.

“Let’s go home tomorrow.” you suggested to your half asleep wife in your arms.

“You are my home.” she said and you felt warmth well up in your chest.

“I  love you so much darling.” you nuzzled closer to her.

“I  love you more.” and you both fell into a deep sleep which neither of you had had for a long time.

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Desperado — 08 (M)| JJK

Pairing: Badboy!Jungkook X Reader

Summary : A messy situationship at it’s finest. You don’t even know whats headed your way, just even engaging in the slightest within him. See, he has an assignment to complete. A mission granted by his father thats do or die. You just so happen to be a major pawn in that assignment. He didn’t mean to take an interest in you. Surely it was an accident right? Only except. you hold much value in this game that he’ll do anything to complete it. Oblivious is what you are. Poor thing. Poor.. Poor thing.

Genre: Mature/ Mafia!Jungkook

Trailer: xxxxx  preview 01 02 03 04 05 06 07

Word Count : 7.8k

Warnings : This honestly isn’t for the light hearted and the weak…High angst, usage of drugs, drug mentions, mental illness, switch!jungkook, Brat reader, possible stockholm syndrom, kidnapping, assault, death of side characters, murder, weapons, usage of weapons, masturbation, physical violence, blood, alcohol, weed, unprotected and protected sex, spanking, honestly its a lot of aruging…

Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

This chapter may trigger people with an eating disorder so please read at your own risk. Main character had been skipping meals on and off due to stress.

It was no planned accident. It simply only became one when the wrong target was hit. Luckily, the bullet hit right in the shoulder, and didn’t go through. Extensive long hours of surgery had been performed, because if moved wrong or incorrect, the entire arm would be paralyzed due to the set of nerves it scraped against just so lightly. How devestating it was to everyone, including the friend group.

You would think that they wouldn’t give a single flying fuck about Jeon Jungkook, but at that time and moment they did. For the sake of your hysterical crying that echo’d through the empty waiting room, hatred had been put aside and sympathy replaced it. You cried, and cried in that blood covered dress. It felt like eternity because his name had yet to disappear from the glowing sign that stated he was in operation. The more time had passed, the more you grew worried that he wouldn’t make it at all. Namjoon had been pacing around the room the entire night, on the phone with what turned out to be the rest of the boys. Soon four men in all black suits had rushed inside the doors of the waiting room. Namjoon held up his hand for them to stop, and pointed up to the glowing sign of where Jungkook’s name was. 

You had wondered who they were, but was too worn out of crying in Crystal’s arms the whole time. She held you like a baby who’d been injured severely, caressing your cheeks to wipe away your tears. If it wasn’t for her, you’d surely be passed out again on the ground. Sungmin hadn’t said a word throughout this whole ordeal. Instead, he sat directly across from you with his head in his hands facing the floor. Ayami had called Minlee who decided to go home after spending the first few hours with the rest of you guys waiting in the private waiting room. She then left only because she’d been too anxious about him possibly not making it, and didn’t want to hear any bad news to set her off.  

At this point Namjoon had finally gotten off the phone and his face looked pissed more than ever. He gave Crystal a kiss on the forehead, and patted your back gently to stop you from hiccuping and coughing over your cries. Before leaving, he’d talked to the four men in black telling them to look after the the rest of you all in the waiting room. When Crystal had asked where he was going, he replied strange saying he was going to go handle some business for a little bit. She didn’t ask any further questions, but you were curious as to why he would leave his best friend knowing he’s being operated on. It didn’t add up to you right in that moment, that maybe he was going to catch the killer.

So for the rest of the night you’d waited for any doctor to come out and for that name to stop glowing. When they did, you all felt relief when he announced that he’d made it sucessfully out of surgery. This time you had cried happy tears because if he didn’t make it, you’d not know what to do with yourself. The doctor said no visitations per the request of his parent and Jungkook’s assistant. The assisant part caught you very much so off guard, but during times like this you didn’t care and wanted him to have a smooth recovery.

That was two weeks ago though. During those two weeks you worried yourself so much that you hadn’t noticed you started to stare into space when someone, or the teacher, was talking to you. When your mom found out what happened, she’d insisted you stay home from school for the rest of the semester and request online work. You knew if you took that offer you wouldn’t do any of the work, you would just lay there in bed wondering what and how that happened.

Jungkook on the other hand wanted your presence there with him more than ever. The day he got shot is the day he realized that it was more than hatred he had for you, it was love too. Normally he’d let anyone take a bullet they deserved, but you didn’t deserve that bullet at the moment. He knew who the bullet came from, he looked them dead straight in the eyes when he turned before you did. The betrayal of it all. Not once did he think that such a person would attempt to do such a thing. Jungkook had trusted that person, but not that much as he shouldn’t have.

So when doctors proked and prodded at his wound, he couldn’t help but to think back to that day, two weeks ago. To him, that person was dead as soon as he could move his arm up without wincing in pain. To you though, you had zero god damn clue how much more danger you were put into at this very moment. Someone else was after your blood, and that fucked with his entire plan. This mission was given to Jungkook as do or die. So the decision has to be made, is he really going to do it, or die upon his fathers hands due to the feelings he’s now obtained for you.

Looking down the list of your new schedule, you see a new art class and fitness added to the list. It’s better than the Calculus class you had last semester. That class had zero reason for it to be that hard for no reason. The rest of your schedule consisted of Piano, Politics and Law, Chemistry, and Psychology II. Minlee is in your Politics class, Ayami decided to switch out of her Psych class with you and into Sociology. You didn’t mind it considering she was nearly failing the class anyways. Crystal had taken her spot in your pyschology class which meant you wouldn’t be alone and you’d get to talk to her more now which is good. Sungmin has Chemistry with you, in which you wanted to switch out because you had taken pre-chemistry back in America and hated it. There were no more available spots in any other science classes because you had arrived late to change it. 

As the art class slowly fills itself with the students, you put your head down not wanting to deal with anyone. The only thing you wanted to do was sleep. Something you hadn’t had in two weeks. The teacher starts calling the names and one by one the student responds. It wasn’t until he said Jungkook’s name when your head popped up from between the darkness in your folded arms. The empty seat right next to you was for him. You stared at that seat atleast trying to re-create his image sitting there next to you with his non-chalant personality, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“ Look’s like our handsome Jungkook isn’t here today. Will someone take his syllabus and assignment for today to him? Is anyone close with him?” The teacher asks, holding up the two papers in his hand.

The class stayed silent. You didn’t know where he lived, but you knew that maybe Namjoon did so you hesitantly raised your hand just so ever slightly above your head hoping the teacher would see it. When he does spot you, the classes attention is now all eyes on you. Some even whispering and gasping at you because to them, since when was Jungkook considered a friend of yours. If only they knew what had went on behind closed doors.  

The teacher hands you his papers and you take them and tuck them neatly inside your backpack along with the rest of your belongings. It didn’t contain much since you planned to not even do the work. Everything was just too much for you right now, but being there at school at-least made some of the bad thoughts go away. The rest of the time went by as the teacher had explained to the class the syllabus and what they would be learning. You want nothing to do with the class anyways.

Soon enough the class ends with the chime of the bell, and you are the first one out like a lightning bolt to get to your piano class. The teacher had promised that you could practice in the study room that was located inside the class, away from everyone else given the circumstances your mom had told the school. You wanted nothing more than to be alone and to play until your hearts content. It had been too long since you’d played. 

You keep your head down and continue to walk past the teacher, who’d just tally marked the present box in his roster for you. You keep in mind to make sure to close the door on the way into the private room. There stood a beautiful, big, black grand piano. Freshly cleaned and polished to perfection and just waiting for you to tap on it’s white and black keys. It had been far too long since you had touched any piano keys. The last time being nearly two months ago. Taking a seat, your hands tremble when lifting it them up from your lap. The texture of the key’s slide on the pad of your finger tip, smooth as butter.

A ringing from your ears reminds you of the peace and quiet of the room, while your fingertips glide so everlessly around the piano. The keys echo throughout the room and you feel nothing but tranquility. The past two weeks had been rough. From Jungkook getting shot all the way to you just shutting down completely each and everyday that you spent without visiting him. It’s not like you hadn’t tried, because being told no you can’t see him due to his parent’s request was getting very old to you. You hadn’t known he was already moved from the hospital to his own apartment a few days ago to rest. 

If only you hadn’t wanted fresh air. If only you hadn’t did the things you did with him just before it happened, he would be here well and healthy. That’s something your mind churned daily, feeding upon the negative thoughts in your head about everything. It hurt. It hurt your heart so much that you had possibly put him in danger, without knowing you were walking danger herself. Constantly you were thinking about why someone would want to kill one of you.  What did you do? What did he do? How did it end up like this.

Your playing comes to a hault when the door opens and closes with a creak. Turning your head, you see Sungmin holding banana milk and some sort of crackers at the entrance of the room. His face looks sad, as if he’d recently cried due to the redness under his eyes. You didn’t want to talk. You hadn’t talked since that day and didn’t plan on doing it right now. Sungmin knew you were suffering, and he tried multiple different ways to get you to atleast say something. To him, you suffering meant that he’d suffer seeing you like that.

“ Bap meogeoseoyo? “

You place your hands back down on your skirt to smoothe it out without responding to him. Sungmin isn’t really up for games but he knows that you probably ate only a little bit today. He sighs, placing the snack and beverage on the edge of the piano for you. 

“ When are you going to speak yn? I’m starting to think you need to go and see the counselor or someone.” The tired tone in his voice meant that he was getting way too impatient for you to snap back to reality.

You can’t though. In your reality, it’s all fucked up how things went from zero to one hundred just like that, without you even knowing a single damn thing. 

His comment about the counselor ticked you off though. You’ll be damned if this school deems you as psycho. A trip to the counselor meant that rumors would be held easily upon you for being the crazy transfer student. 

To hell if you he thinks that would be a damn option right now. “ You think I’m.. crazy Sungmin?” You say, turning towards him with an upset face.

Sungmin’s eyes widen at the sound of your voice. It felt like eternity since he’s last heard it. Instead of arguing with you about it, he realizes he may have worded it wrong in the first place. “ No. It’s just that you might be expierencing traum-”

“ Trauma my ass Sungmin. I was fucking almost shot at. Jungkook took that damn bullet, and if it wasn’t for him I’m sure i’d be dead now.” Your yelling at him doesn’t help the fact that Sungmin was getting riled up as well.

He knew you had to let it out soon. It wouldn’t matter if it was this very second or tomorrow, but he wanted to be there for you and comfort you in this very moment. “ I know. I fucking know yn. Not a damn day goes by that I don’t think that I almost lost you.” He growls, running his fingers through his hair.

You get up from your seat with a loud push from the wooden chair noticeably upset at the words that just came from his mouth. “ Seriously? Is that all you care about is me? Jungkook got shot for fucks sake and you prance around here like everything if fucking normal?” 

His eyes meet yours and they were different. Full of tears but narrowed out of anger towards you for thinking such a way. He can’t help the way he feels about you. Throwing that in his face was a low blow considering you had already known he cared too deeply about you. Half an hour, but lucky to even get two hours worth of sleep, is how much he’d gotten everyday since then. He barely slept like a decent human being because of the constant replay of your body collapsing on his all bloodied. 

Namjoon had came running in just after you had collapsed and held Jungkook down on the ground with his hands putting pressure on his gunshot wound. The noises that came out of Jungkook as he gasped for breath haunted Sungmin everynight because it sounded too close to one of his traumatic events. Jungkook’s blood gushed everywhere from his shoulder, the pool was only getting bigger and bigger

“ You think I don’t think about what happened at my parent’s event everyday?” His voice is shaky causing you to tone yourself down a bit. It looked like to you the past two weeks that he didn’t care. Not once did he ask about Jungkook.

“ You don’t think I fucking care yn? Just because I worry for you, doesn’t mean I don’t care about everything and everyone about that night. Do you understand how devestated everyone was? All distraught because we thought he actually wasn’t going to make it. Listen we may not like him, but we all carry our feelings out differently instead of yours.”

It’s true. You’d excluded yourself from everyone because you just wanted to be alone. The days where they’d come and ask you to go out to take things off your mind, you’d just decline and stay home. Just as you convinced yourself things couldn’t have gotten worse for you, your mom had let your dad know of things. It was expected, but him promising you he’d kill the person who tried to hurt you wasn’t very settling to you. He seem’d genuinly upset and that hurt you the most because you wanted nothing more than to have him here protecting you the right way. 

Sungmin has tears in his eyes but you fail to acklowledge it. Your feelings are turned off and you’re just numb to any type of emotion other than anger and sadness of your own. You want to feel, but you just cannot. 

“ What do you mean by carrying it out like mine? Don’t you think im fucking trying Sungmin?” You tilt your head to the side, giving him your most famous angry look again. “ It all seems to me nobody gave a fuck? I’m there everyday waiting in that waiting room for him and nobody else. You have the nerve to honestly act like you care when we both know you don’t give two flying fucks about Jeon Jungkook. I’m sorry you don’t fucking struggle with trauma and you handle it differently than me but don’t feed me bullshit.”

It wasn’t supposed to come out like that. The last part of your sentence ignites something in him that makes him bite his quivering lip as those tears roll down his face like niagra falls. You’re near the verge of cryign yourself too, breathing heavily from the words you just said. The silence is sickening to you. 

Sungmin shakes his head at you as he refuses to wipe the tears away from his now red face. It wasn’t like you to say that. It’s not like you at all to offend someone like that. Of course you had zero clue about the huge trauma that Sungmin endured as a child. Of course you wouldn’t of known that it would trigger him like this. 

“ You really think that yn?” He breathes in, biting his lip some more to prevent him from crying out loud. “ It’s me who you’re talking to. The adopted one. The one who ran away from home yn because I had NO choice. The one who was mute. The one who was the outcast of my family. The fucking one-” He pauses himself to swallow. 

You just glare at him with nothing to say. If those words hadn’t slipped your mouth it wouldn’t have gotten this far. It’s sickening to you because you knew he had trauma, yet you did a low blow. One that couldn’t possibly come back from it either. 

He continues on, “ The one that fell in love with you yn, yet you fail to realize it. Why can’t you see it? What could you possibly see in Jungkook that I don’t have? He treats you like trash majority of the times, and I treat you so much better. Why don’t you see it?”

Truth is, you did see it. You saw it coming from the very start of your school journey here and all. It wasn’t that you didn’t feel the same, you did and thats the worst part of it all. The feelings for Sungmin are little, but they’re there. It’s hard for you to admit it but he does treat you so much better than Jungkook whereas you and Jungkook normally just bicker and have romantic and sexual tension that has yet to be let out. It’s like an orgasm that just keeps building up and up but never releases by itself. He’s a good person, Sungmin, but Jungkook is also on your mind heavily as well.

He may not be the best to you, but during the course of these past two weeks you’d realized that you indeed have feelings for him. It’s something about the excitement of hating someone to the point where you love them just gets you going. The way he knows he could have you and you could have him anytime you wanted but not making a move whatsoever, is amusing to you as it is to him. Adrenaline rush. Being infatuated so much to each other and about each other feels like an adrenaline rush and you loved every bit of it.

Your phone vibrating from ontop of the piano breaks the silence again. Sungmin looks at it first then at you. Before you can grab it, he slips his hand under yours and grabs the phone first. “ I want you to tell me that you don’t like me yn. I want you to tell me that you fucking love that bastard Jeon Jungkook and all his digusting ways.”

You feel as if you’re being held at gunpoint right at this moment. Now isn’t the time for all this. Now isn’t the time for you to create even more of a mess than there already is going on.

“ Give me my phone Sungmin.” Reaching your hand out, you sigh in anger for not wanting to do this with him right now. Whatever has gotten into him needs to calm down. “ It might be my mother or father. Please give it.”

Oh but it isn’t and the way his face drops when he reads it let’s you know exactly who it is. 

The one u hate: Can you give me my work tonight. I’ll have someone pick you up from school to drop it off. 

“ If you go to him tonight yn, I don’t think we could be friends anymore.”

Immidiately your eyes shoot up to his. How could he make you choose? He knew that the two of them meant a lot to you, so you know you wouldn’t ever do such a thing. 

You snatch your phone back from him and place it into your blazer pocket with a disappointed look on your face, “ I don’t know what’s gotten into you Sungmin.. but you need to really pull it together. For the sake of us and the friend group.”

With that being said you walk straight of the study room and into the empty hallways. Classes are still in session but you don’t care because being alone right now is what you wanted. Sungmin had interuppted your peace and it has to be regained before finally seeing Jungkook. You can’t help but to wonder what he’s doing before your arrival, and how does he look at this moment.

It’s not a decent sight to see. Jungkook sits in his apartment everyday rolling up a blunt and smoking the pain and stress away. Things haven’t been going the way it should have according to his plan. Yes, he finally found out where your dad is. The next step is to locate where exactly he is in Taiwan. Luckily, when you did hand your phone to him on New Years Eve, he installed a tracking device onto your phone. All day, he lays on his bed getting notifications of each and every text message and phone call going in and out of yours, from his. 

It’s no suprise to him that you mention him everyday in certain text messages. It makes him happy that you worry for him. Reading Sungmin’s messages though, angers him whenever he gets a notification from it. It annoys him that he never takes a hint. Like the time where you told him that you wanted space and he insisted on trying to comfort you with cliche word play. You fell for it and it made Jungkook groan out of cringe that day. 

He was waiting on your dad to call your phone. Suprisingly he hadn’t. He wondered why daddy’s dearest hadn’t told him about the whole shabang that went down. You did, but your father was already talking to your mother on her phone and then requested her to pass the phone to you. The two of you talked for a good hour about what had happened. 

Jungkook on the other hand had alerted Casper what happened instead of his father. Casper didn’t attend the ball that night due to the order of Jungkook. He knew that going into Sungmin’s home with security would create whispers and wonders. To him, he wouldn’t of cared but his father would of if he had known. Besides, Sungmin’s parents knew about what Jungkook and his father do. Going on to their terratory with Casper meant trouble and that’s what he didn’t want. Won-Shik gave a generous donation prior to sending Jungkook to come because the two families have business together. 

As long as Won-Shik kept supplying money to Sungmin’s parents and their performing arts academy, the safer they’d be from any outside negative forces. With doing that, it would allow Jungkook to go undetected and to look as if he was just a regular teen attending one of the top prestigous highschools to get into Seoul National University, or possibly even overseas.

What Won-Shik really wants for Jungkook to do after highschool is take over the thrown. He’s his only male child and first born, so it naturally has to come to him first. Giving this assignment to Jungkook meant that if he could complete it, he would grant him the ownership. It’s his son’s first mission that’s diffcult. This is no regular track them and kill them. This mission goes way back to when Won-Shik couldn’t even complete it. The bastard is great at hiding, your dad, and he has been trying to find out for years on where he is located. This is deep rooted, goes back to when you were just a kid. 

You see, he suspects you and your family has something to due with Harley. Harley is the name that gave Won-Shik up to the Canadian FBI. At the time, your father was working with Won-Shik while being in Canada. Only your father was his outside connection from Canada and the United states. So its only right to think he had something to do with him being almost caught up in the hands of the law. 

Jungkook knows zero about that though. All he knows is that if he does infact complete this mission about you, he’d gain the thrown. That means he would have all the reign in the world, and that meant a lot to him. The first thing he’d do when recieving his title? Find his missing mother. 

During this time he had taken off from school, he’d been mapping and planning things out accordingly. It’s time to push things into action. The boys knew who attempted to shoot you, and without you knowing, they definately had all eyes on you while in school. Out of school, Jungkook specifically requested Casper to watch your every move and everywhere you go. That car you thought was following you yesterday surely was him. 

Casper took this time to analyze you and your mother. She looked familiar to him, but he couldn’t pin-point it. He assumed that he had probably saw her grocery shopping and left it at that. When he did first lay eyes on you, he thought to himself of how hard it would be for Jungkook to end you. You’re Jungkooks ideal type, Casper knew that for sure. He could see why Jungkook hated it because you reminded him so much of his mother. The way you walked and talked said it all. Fiesty, but a sweetheart for sure. Jungkook had brought plenty of girls to his apartment with that same personality. Of course Casper caught on that it was to fulfill that empty hole in his heart where Jungkook’s mother should have been. Tell Jungkook that though, and he’d for sure tell you otherwise. 

Jungkook’s hands stop grinding the grinder and he takes out yet another rolling paper to place his freshly ground weed in. After finishes spreading it evenly across the paper, he starts shaping it, rolling it and not spilling any weed whatosever from his expierenced hands. His semi-long tongue runs across it slowly as he continues to wrap the final product into a perfectly rolled joint.

It had been a long day of giving orders from his bed, per doctors request for him to be on bed rest and not move that shoulder for anything. Just before lighting the joint, his phone rings causing him to roll his eyes. It better be something very important because he wants nothing more than to get high right now.

“ What is it.”

“ What the fuck do you think you’re doing? She just got into the car with Casper? Are you out of your mind right now Jungkook?” 

That familiar voice doesn’t phase him. He puts the tip of the joint in his mouth and lights its while exhaling the smoke in. It almost feels like ecstacy when his lungs gather in the smoke. It hadn’t been long since he smoked. Two days max because mixing the prescribed drugs with the weed gave him too much of a high he didn’t like. 

“ Relax. She’s just dropping off my school work. The teacher called me to tell me she would be bringing it.” He releases the smoke into the air, surrounding him with the white smoke. 

Theres a pause on the phone. Namjoon wouldn’t understand why he wouldn’t just get one of the boys to do it. “ So about the.. shooter. When are we going to get to the fun part.”

The fun part meaning the killing. 

 “ I want you guys to start slightly taunting first. This will be an easy kill. They know something about me for sure, but they’ll break easily. I’ll be the one doing the torturing.”

“ Fine. I’ll prepare and tell the others. Jungkook, you know how much money we laid on the table for this right? The mission. If you fuck up, it’s your ass against all 6 of us do you understand?”

He inhales the joint again then lets out more smoke before speaking again. The young one knew about his boys betting. All the money would come back to them in 3 times fold if he accomplished it. Instead of being the millionaires the boys already are,they’d be billionaires. Money is main goal in these given missions, and Jungkook’s just so happened to be the golden egg in this game of survival.

“ Whatever. Just do as I say. You can trust me Namjoon.” The boy chuckles against the phone. “ When have I ever let you down?”

“ I’ve got to go. We need to set up a meet up by the end of this week. Same club per usual.”

Jungkook can’t even answer before the three beeps played in his ear noting the call ended. Tossing the phone to the side, he takes the time to finish his joint and put it out on the diamond encrusted glass ashtray next to his bed. You’d be here within any minute now and the least he could do was not smoke around you.

Jungkook takes a peak down at his bare chest at the bandaged up wound sitting right above his tattoo’d pec. Luckily he only had one very small chest tattoo, dedicated to his mother. It’s right where his scar from childhood is. The fine lines and details are no match for any other tattoo he has. He got that one as his first one and then it was history from there. The blood and pain from the needles provided relief and a temporary euphoric feeling, one that you can just get a long never ending high from the pain.

Three loud taps at the door awakens Jungkook out of his trance. You’re here. Something in him excites him as he grins to himself on the way to the door. It had been a little too long since seeing you. When upon opening the door, he greets Casper first who gets the memo to leave you two alone as he waits in the car.

You don’t know whether to cry or hug him. He looks so worn down but seemingly okay at the same time. Those doe dark brown eyes look at you with much concern but you can’t find the words to say. Its okay, he understands that. 

“ Come in..yn..”

You gulp down your spit, accidentally swallowing your mint gum in the process. His apartment is very spacious and clean. The modern living room and big kitchen allow the accents around it tie in together. A lot of, only what you can imagine be expensive artist paintings, hang around the walls. The tones of the apartment are grey, white, and black. Totally different than your sky blue and white bedroom at home. 

It looks different than the last time you were here. Actually, this whole building looked different. 

You notice when he leads you towards one of the two bedrooms the painting on the wall of a woman. She has the same smile as Jungkook, curly hair suits her face a lot. The room has a little more neutral tones to it’s black and white decor. The bed is king size, sitting next to the big floor to window wall. Fluffy white comforter ties it all in to your liking. Whoever did the room did a great job in colors overall. You don’t notice Jungkook climbing back onto the bed to lay ontop of it again. You’re too spaced out looking out the window the view of Seoul. The cars light up the highways and bridges. It’s traffic due to rush-hour.

“ Pretty right?”

You jump at the sound of his voice. It sounded a little foreign to you since it’s been a little bit. “ Yeah.”

Jungkook sighs, tapping the spot next to him on his bed, “ Lets talk.” He says, running his fingers through his hair. “ We can talk like.. this.” You blurt out. Your voice is soft but you feel too embarassed for saying that so you look back outside once more.

He chuckles at your awkward stubborness. “ It wasn’t an option Yn. I haven’t seen you since then.. I want you right next to me.”

You turn back around to see him raising his eyebrows with a smirk. Of course. Of course he’s to be like this right now. As if coming here alone wasn’t enough for him he just loves to taunt at a time like this. “ Fine.”

The edge of the bed is where you sit, your back faces Jungkook. He playfully rolls his eyes and grabs your arm with his non-wounded side. “ Closer but face me.”

Biting your lip, you slowly turn back around to him. It feels like your heart is pounding out of your chest yet again. If only you could count the amount of times this feeling took over your body. Jungkook faces you and you face him, criss cross applesauce on the right side of him. 

“ See? Wasn’t that bad. Now are you going to tell me why you havent been eating properly?”

You choke on your spit for a split second. How did he know? Your eyes go down to your stomach and then back to him. You definately haven’t lost weight.. that you know of. “ I.. how-”

“ You lost weight in your face. I don’t like it.”

“ Fuck you.”

“ J-J-Jungkook” He taunts your moans, laughing and throwing his head back when he finishes. You hit his leg in defense then cover your face with one of his pillows. “ I really do hate you. Thank you for reminding me why Kook.”

“ Lighten up buttercup.” He chuckles, removing the pillow from your face and tossing it to the side on the floor. “ Do you have my homework?”

“ I gave it to the guy who drove me? I thought he would take it from me and leave but he said you wanted to have a word with me Mr. Jeon.” 

“ Casper. His name is Casper. Did he talk to at all on the ride here.” He says, laying back down on his pillow. It’s not like Casper to make conversation with targets anyways.

You shake your head yes at him which causes him to raise an eyebrow in confusion. “ He was talking to me about the school I and he’s honestly a great listener because when I ranted to him he reciprocated advice back to me and we related on-”

“ I’m sorry.. Casper actually spoke to you?” Jungkook says, giving his head a little shake in pure confusion again. “ Like he actually held a conversation?”

“ Yeah. Is that your brother or something? He’s actually kind of ho-”

Jungkook glares at you, “ Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

You smirk at him. Jungkook being jealous? You haven’t really seen that part of him yet. It’s best not to do anything to irritate him anyways due to his healing process. Your legs are tired from putting pressure sitting like that, so you decide to shift yourself to lay on your stomach with your elbows in the bed and hands pressed against your face. 

Your legs swing back and forth out of habit, “ Or what Jungkook? I can’t say your little friend is ho-”

With one swift move you felt a sting on your ass. Jungkook tilts his head at you daring to open your mouth to say such a thing again. You frown and rub your buttcheek through your school uniformed skirt. How dare he. 

 “ Cut it out. Casper is off limits anyways.”

You roll your eyes at him. Little did you know thats the one big pet peeve Jungkook has when it comes to people not listening to him. It’s taking him so much not to really bend you over his lap right now. He can’t help but to wish he wasn’t wounded the way he was at this very moment. You wouldn’t of made it this far with slick comments anyways. 

“ Whatever Jungkook. Can I have something to drink?” You simply had left your school water back in Casper’s Charger. Water is honestly the thing thats been keeping you full lately anyways. It’s not the best habit you picked up.

“ You can have something to eat.” He corrects you.

You roll your eyes again at his comment. 

Jungkook’s eyes widen a bit at you, “ Stop doing that. The whole eye rolling thing. It pisses me off that you already don’t listen, but you rolling your eyes at me makes it worse.”

It wouldn’t kill him if you kept doing it, but seeing as though he is injured and needs to get better you decide it’s best for you to stop. You nod your head in agreement with him just for the sake of this moment. 

“ Instant ramen. The cabonara one is in my pantry. Can I trust you with preparing two bowls in my kitchen yn?”

You didn’t want the ramen truly. If you didn’t eat it you knew he’d either fuss at you or force-feed you considering Jungkook never holds back anyways. You agree to make the ramen earning a big toothy smile from him. The boy was very cute, you had to admit it. The two sides of his duality was attractive in every way. This part of Jungkook you liked. Calmed, relaxed, and funny. Even if he did get on your nerves 24/7 like a child, you still enjoyed him. 

The ramen doesn’t take long to make. Jungkook took it upon himself to get himself into the shower and by the time you were pouring the ramen in two seperate bowls, he was already out and sitting on the island chair with dripping wet hair and fresh clothes. The sweet smelling watermelon scented soap he had just used prior, fills the air around you. It smells great.

“ There! All done!” You exclaim, picking up both bowls from the counter. The moment you turn around, your foot hits the edge of the island causing immense pain in your pinky toe. 

You hiss loudly, not even noticing you spilled your ramen on your white button up shirt until you feel the burning hot broth on your chest. “ Fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

In just seconds, Jungkook quickly grabs the bowls from you and puts them down. His body turns back to you and begins to unbutton your blazer with the speed of lightening. Its all so quick to you, but you couldn’t stop him because your button up shirt and blazer were already opened and you bare chest with your bra, was staring right back at him with a red burn mark.

“ Jungkook-”

He was already obtaining a wet dish towel, the closest thing to him, and rinsing it with cold water. “ No worries, just a first degree burn.” He turns back to you and presses it against your chest, sending shivers down your spine at the coldness.

His eyes come back to your face where you purse your lips together at him with a blank face. “ I could’ve did it myself.”

“ You act like i’ve never seen your tits.”

“ Jeon Jungkook!” You yell, snatching the dish towel from him and slapping his thigh with it. “ Keep it up and I’ll make sure we really wont have anything to do with each-other.”

The boy scoffs at you, taking a seat back on the island chair to begin slurping his noodles. “ You can’t stay away. Go change in my room into a shirt or something.”

Your uniform is ruined with Ramen juice and it had dripped down onto your skirt as well. It confuses you on how laid back he is. Usually by now the taunting would come rolling in. You don’t take long to pick a random hoodie to change into. Not knowing what to do with the spoiled clothes, you place them inside the washer just before going back out to the kitchen.

Jungkook is halfway done with his noodles by the time you come back. When he catches eye in you wearing your hoodie, eating your noodles quietly, he nearly chokes. The hoodie was one of his oversized ones so it drowned you a bit but also hugged you a little, creating a nice view of your curves. His mind wonders if you had took off more than you bargained for. The sight of your thighs and hoodie peaking up from them instantly made those thoughts turn into sexual ones. 

Fucking you in his hoodie to have you a moaning mess and screaming his name, it can’t be left from his mind. The burning thoughts just create more and more until you look at him so innocently with a few noodles hanging from your mouth in the process of slurping them up. God he wants you sprawled out on the table so bad. 

This isn’t the time for that though. 

You two finish up your noodles with small conversation here and there. Soon enough you were on your way out the door after your clothes had been washed and dryed while you had helped Jungkook with his schoolwork. He seemed a totally different person than usual, and you didn’t mind it one bit. Getting to see him was more than enough for you and you were happy to see him not in pain. Granted he was high as hell and you didn’t know.

Slipping on your coat and shoes, you turn to Jungkook who had been following you around the apartment like a lost baby when you started to collect your belongings. “ Well.. get well soon Jeon Jungkook.”

“ Casper will get you back safely..” He says, adjusting the beanie on your head. “Wear your clothes correctly or you’ll get sick.”

“ Fuck you.” 

“ J-J-”

“ Don’t even try it.” You say through gritted teeth, finger pointing at him. The joke isn’t funny to you, but it humors him. He chuckles pulling your finger down with his face inches from yours, eyes looking at your lips then back at yours. You’d be lying if you didn’t want to just drown him in kisses right now.

His fairly large hands trace over your bottom lip where you part them in hopes of him getting the memo. He does, and within seconds his lips are pressed into yours. Your breathe in, gripping your backpack but soon release them to place your hands on his face to deepen the kiss. With ease he slips his toungue inside of you, but you know if you let this go farther you’d be doing more than what was happening.

When you break the kiss you earn a whine from him, “ Poor Kook. You’ll see me some other time. Take care of yourself so you I won’t have to keep coming to drop off your work.”

“ Casper will drive you safely. “

With that he watches you go down to the elevator and then inside. Little did you know he did have something else to do tonight. As if it were like him to let that person who almost killed both of you guys would be able to walk around free. Hell no. It takes him no time for him to change out of the clothes you saw him in, into more suitable ones. Those grey contacts pop into his eyes with ease, and his hat hangs low above his eyes with his black facemask covering the lower half of his face. Just before leaving, he smirks at himself in the mirror. There will be a lot of bloodshed tonight, something he fucking enjoyed to his pleasure. 

The night sky is darker than ever. Turning right into a quiet, neighborhood, Jungkook felt the adrenaline rush through his veins. He’s on the deep edge. Just the thought of this person pushes him over his edge. How digusting the person is, knowing that yn had trusted them. The revenge he will get tonight is something vengeful, and so hope that person lives. 

He makes yet another turn down the sidewalk before hearing a voice behind him call out to him. He turns around with a grin on his face, hands in his leather jacket pocket. “ Looks like you found me.” He says, eyes setting onto the other person with anger.

“ Jeon Jungkook. This is a private neighborhood, just so how did the trash make it’s way in here?”

Jungkook scoffs, clenching his jaw as he walks up towards the person. The two face each other inches away. “ Trash? Yet yn trusted you?” The sound of a small dog barking next to him makes his eyes shift towards it.

The dog barks at him and growls with its leash leading right back up to the person he’s dealing with right now. One small but powerful donkey kick to the dog with his foot, the dog whimpers and shuts right up. It only angered the person even more. “ Are you crazy?”

Jungkook throws his head back to laugh a sinister laughter. Crazy? Oh he was far more from that. “ Have you lost your damn mind?” With one swift move, his fist connects the other person’s face with an uppercut. The teeth rattling against his knuckles felt good to him as they stumbled back a bit. He wanted to do more damage but couldn’t. 

Crimson red blood leaks out of their mouth when they wipe it across their face with a sinister smile. “ Yeah she does trust me. I aimed for her because you love her, yet she has someone I want that’s head over heels for him. My Sungmin.”

“ Fucking bitch.” He curses, pushing them to the ground. “ Mess with me and not her. I know you wont win either way. Leave her out of our mess.”

They spit the blood up at him, causing him to shut his eyes and bite his lip when it lands on his cheek. If only he could do so much more without people noticing.

“ Your family was supposed to protect mine. They did a dirty work for you guys and you left us unprotected and in the dust Jungkook. You think I wouldn’t come for you first ? Huh? I’m sure your father won’t have a problem burying his son. You’re just a little toy for him to play with anyways.”

Jungkook’s seething with rage, only pressuring more and more to be released out. He can’t though. If he does, that means war between both families. The most he can do his bang them up a bit. So he does, again with another punch to the face but this time he aims for the lips instead. Busted and bruised so they can’t talk shit anymore. 

“ Your next seven days are hell. Mark my god damn words.”

[danteinthedevildom]

Gamer!MC post picked up again, so y'know what that means?

Gamer!MC imagines because the game doesn't give us gamer rights.

- Gamer!MC spending time with Levi, the two of them tucked up shoulder-to-shoulder in the tub, legs hooked over the lip and backs awkwardly pressed against the side, resting their controllers on their stomachs and idly chatting as they wait for a loading screen.

- Gamer!MC dashing into Levi's room at 3am, well aware he's going to be awake, ignoring his terrified scream as his door ricochets off the wall and thrusting their D.D.D. in his face because a new game's been announced and the devs are running a pre-recorded stream packed FULL of information that he does NOT want to miss out on.

- Gamer!MC playing merge games and idle games on their D.D.D., almost obsessively, which Levi initially scoffs at as "normie bullshit" until they force encourage him to download one and he ends up ridiculously hooked.

- Gamer!MC and Levi playing by "if you die, the controller switches hands" rules so they can enjoy single-player games together.

- Levi getting Gamer!MC into a ridiculously extensive, lore-packed, emotion-destroying RPG game that they have to stop playing every few hours because they keep getting invested in their party members and then accidentally picking options that piss them off.

- Gamer!MC accidentally picking an option that permanently locks out their favourite companion but they forgot to save so the only way to undo it is to replay several hours worth of gruelling gameplay and cutscenes. Levi is too emotionally devestated by the loss to point out the absolute noob move.

- Gamer!MC playing one of Levi's super hard otome games and desperately to get him to stop back-seat gaming even though they really don't want the bad ending but they're absolutely on route to get the bad ending.

- Gamer!MC introducing Levi to a Human World game and delighting in the fact that, for once, they get to be the one gushing about how amazing it is and how intense the battles are and how well written the characters are, and how there's this one scene in particular that's just going to ruin him when they get to it-

- Levi and Gamer!MC playing a FPS game together but they spend more time actively sabotaging each other than racking up kills.

- Levi yelling at Gamer!MC to just run to the fucking safe house just GO just DO IT please oh god you're the only one alive don't even look back you have to make it if you die they're FUCKED-

- Gamer!MC throwing their character off a high place to Levi's complete bafflement, only to explain that they wanted to see if there was fall damage. Also to see the model ragdoll across the floor.

- Gamer!MC somehow finding a game breaking bug and very awkwardly asking Levi how they fix it because they don't know how they got it in the first place.

- Gamer!MC phoning Levi so they can yell at him get to their room quick, it's important, and when he gets there, demon form out and somewhat panicked, they point to their computer screen where they've somehow managed to clipped through the floor and locked their character in a super goofy run cycle.

- Levi and Gamer!MC making their avatars do excited jumps whenever they find each other after getting separated in multi-player games even though they're literally sitting right next to each other.

- Levi and Gamer!MC dicking about in-game doing fast crouches and moving about in tight circles and calling it dancing.

- Gamer!MC doing that thing ALL gamers do in multiplayer when playing with a friend: making their character crouch and squat-walk up to Levi's so their character's face is at perfect dick height. Once Levi realises what it looks like he turns bright red, flings his controller away, scrambles out of the tub so fast he gets caught, ends up slamming down to the floor face-first, and just lets himself lay there in embarrassment.

- Gamer!MC and Levi revenge-killing other players whenever one of them gets taken down with such brutality they eventually stop getting targeted.

- Gamer!MC playing a puzzle game that ends up getting too confusing because some of the puzzles are Devildom-specific and having to ask Levi to give them hints because they don't want to look up the answers.

- Alternatively, Gamer!MC and Levi getting stuck on a puzzle game together and sharing a sullen look as they both realise they need to - gasp! - use a Hint Coin.

- Gamer!MC helping Levi beat a platforming puzzle that he's been stuck on for months because he finally got frustrated enough to ask for help. Bonus points if they beat it in one try and leave Levi staring after them in a mix between envy and awe.

- Gamer!MC introducing Levi to a rage-quit game and trying not to laugh whenever they ask him if he's okay because his responses are getting progressively more frustrated and there's only so many times they can hear "I'M OKAY, IT'S NOT EVEN THAT - FUCK!" before they burst a seam.

- Levi and Gamer!MC arguing over which romance option is best in any game that gives you a romantic choice, complete with "[shocked gasp] You ignorant slut you take that back-".

- Gamer!MC enacting the betrayal that is shutting the safe house door just before Levi can enter it so he has to watch as his character is ruthlessly mauled to pieces by zombies in the level-end cutscene.

- Levi sneaking Gamer!MC out of the house at night so they can go hunting for night-exclusive Spirits in Mononoke Land even though they've been explicitly banned from doing that exact thing because last time they didn't get home till morning and slept through their classes at R.A.D.

- Gamer!MC and Levi trying to decide if quickly pegging it into a restricted area so they can grab a UR Spirit is worth potentially facing Lucifer's wrath if they're caught.

- Levi and Gamer!MC dying so many times to a specific boss that they're eventually able to recite, line for line, the unskippable cutscene that starts before the boss battle.

- "If [character] was real, do you think he'd like me?"

"Of course he would! He'd think you're amazing, no matter what - that's just the kind of person he is!"

- Alternatively: "I don't want to get up today."

"[Character] would want you to try your best to face the day, because she knows you can beat it!"

"... You're right. I can't let [character] down!"

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if bella woke up with 0 human memory like alice after being turned? Not because of electro shock but just a fluke. What would edward/ the cullens do? Jake?

Oh boy.

I'm assuming canon proceeded as usual until this point?

What Does Edward Do?

She can speak and understand English, read and write, all her skills remain she just has no idea what's going on. Doesn't know where she is, doesn't know what she is, doesn't know her name. She has a vague feeling that this isn't what she's supposed to be but what does she know?

This makes things very awkward as Edward's every worst fear comes true: he has erased the love of his life.

He has to now explain to this woman who is a stranger in every way (both body and mind) how this happened, how he is culpable and ripped her apart from her family, how even her memory loss is due to his involvement in her life.

Added to this that Bella's not in love with him. Oh, she clearly finds him attractive, but their love story has vanished for her. She treats him politely if distantly, when he tells her they're married she balks and tries to cover that up. This is no longer the Bella who was head over heels for him.

He's secondary, in fact, to her sudden horror and confusion over having an inhuman daughter. That, to her, is a much bigger shock than even the vampire husband.

I imagine for all Edward wishes to support her and remain with her in this time, he's too emotionally devastated to do so properly. He also likely convinces himself that this is the best for Bella and the only clean break she'll be able to have. He was never good for her and now she no longer has the wrong idea.

Leaving his family to deal with the emotional aftermath and hurricane.

The Cullens

They deal with the emotional hurricane.

Alice is livid with Edward for doing this as it will cause nothing but more devestation. However, with Renesmee, her visions are gone so she has no proof to convince him (even if she did have proof she couldn't convince him).

Rosalie, too, is livid for Edward abandoning his wife when she needs him most as well as his daughter. Yes, this sucks, but they'll just have to start over and Bella will surely fall in love with him again. Running away helps no one, especially when the damage is done.

Emmett, as usual, is staying out of this one.

Esme's upset but doesn't know how to convince Edward to stay.

Carlisle's stuck dealing with an amnesiac and emotional Bella Cullen as well as Renesmee who seems to be aware enough to realize her father went out for cigarettes and never came back.

Jacob

Jacob doesn't give two fucks.

His only priority is Renesmee.

[ribbononline]

When the joke AU gets out of hand and now its like, a whole thing

SO uhm here is the post about the fake marriage on Pasio au! Where the whole fake marriage thing ended up becoming more of a B plot more then anything, oops. The premise kind of got lost on me as I went along.

First things first, here’s the information I gathered from the Hoenn timeline in Pokemas itself so yall know what im working with (and as a side note, if you have no idea about the basic story of Pokemon Masters, the rest of this entire post might be a little confusing);

-Brendan is Normans son, and May the daughter of professor Birch. Brendan has at least defeated Normans gym, and neither of them have met Aqua or Magma, nor Archie or Maxie.

-Magma and Aqua don’t seem to be publicly known as bad in any way.

-The meteor with Zinnia has already happened, and someone else took that destiny from her. (I’ll be honest- I never end up really explaining this here. I had no idea how to even begin making sense of this considering this is post game stuff and Brendan never even seems to have made it to the Elite Four as far as we know)

And with that ! Here’s the actual story I managed to make out of that.

-The backstories for Archie and Maxie are the same as they’d normally be. Things only get different once the ORAS plots would normally start.

Magma and Aqua both don’t commit crimes (such as orb or submarine stealing) with their uniforms on and under their team names. As such, they’re still seen as regular, legit environment organisations trying to better the region.

May and Brendan never get involved with them either. Between no meddling kids and their crimes not being tied back to them, things end up going pretty fast on their end.

-Their crimes aren’t connected nor is anyone looking into them as something bigger- right up until the orbs get stolen. Those are considered important enough artifacts to raise some attention, and so, Steven and Wallace brought on the case to investigate as the Hoenn champions.

-It’s a lot easier said then done, and while they start to suspect Aqua and Magma have something to do with it, they have no concrete proof. Still, they do their best to figure out if it’s them and what their intentions with it would be.

-Regrettably for them they are too slow. Maxie and Archie both make it to the sea cavern , and both raise their respective legendaries. Kyogre is there, Groudon is there, as a result even Rayquaza shows up. There’s a lot going on— and then, within a couple of minutes, there isn’t. All legendaries vanish into thin air, so fast that the population of Hoenn never even realised what was happening out on sea. Except for some unfortunate swimmers who never end up being believed.

Maxie and Archie feel devestated, and the Hoenn League who did notice what happened is very alarmed. Keeping the incident quiet as to not incite a panic, Steven and Wallace are pushed onto this case instead now- to locate the missing legendaries, and ensure they won’t cause any harm- and maybe figure out what caused them to awaken in the first place.

Wallace and Steven immediately link that to the orbs, and as such, Aqua and Magma. Still, they have no actual proof- no one outside their teams saw Archie or Maxie doing anything.

-The reason behind the sudden disappearances turns out to be Hoopa! Who brought all of them to Pasio. The legendaries immediately went from fighting mode into very confused mode. They don’t know where they are or what happened. Groudon ends up hiding in the volcano on the island, while Kyogre keeps to the bottom of the water surrounding the island. -Rayquaza however doesn’t hide itself- and instead, floats around on a mountain top on the island. Rumors start floating around about it, and before long Zinnia shows up and becomes a sync pair with it.

-Steven and Wallace hear Rayquaza is over in Pasio, and figure the other two might be as well- so they go over to investigate. They also talk some with Zinnia about Rayquaza, but since it appears to be fine and calm and Zinnia is not planning on giving it up, she ends up keeping it and they leave her be to search for Groudon and Kyogre instead.

-Magma and Aqua also catch wind of Rayquaza being over there, and even hear about some sightings of what appear to be Kyogre and Groudon around the island. Now the plan is to get over there and get them…. but the problem is that Steven and Wallace are both there, and they’re well aware those two suspect them- and that suddenly showing up for no reason would probably only worsen those suspicions. While the both of them have complete faith in their power as a team, they’d rather not pick a fight with two champions if they can avoid it- especially when they’re on an island full of other champions and elite four members who would probably back them up if asked.

-Going with their entire team would definitely be too suspicious. That’s out. Going with their admins might still be risky- Plus, they can’t exactly leave their teams unattended back in Hoenn. So, Maxie and Archie end up figuring that the best course of action would be for them to go alone, at least for the time being. Scout out if they can locate the legendaries and a way to get to them- and then call backup if needed.

…But if they both go alone at the same time and end up fighting each other while they’re there… it wouldn’t help their case.

-And so, after some thinking things over, Maxie ends up deciding it’d be best if they went together under a temporary truce. So off to Aqua to talk it over with Archie he goes! There, they come up with their plan; faking a marriage, and going to Pasio under the excuse of being on honeymoon. Steven and Wallace wouldn’t be expecting it, so maybe it’d throw them off track! And for the rest of the trainers on Pasio- well, who isn’t happy for a couple living their best life? With a little luck it’d immediately make people trust them a bit more.

-So to Pasio they go! Maxie takes Camerupt as his sync partner, Archie partners with his Sharpedo. They rent a little vacation home- for obvious reasons, they’ll have to live together for a while, but with a little luck they can just avoid each other most of the time. Besides, at least the ad specified there being two beds.

-They misread the ad. There’s one single two person bed. Archie is promptly demoted to sleeping on the couch.

In general, while they do well enough at faking being very affectionate and loving in front of people, the moment they’re back in their house it’s a lot of fighting.

-Steven and Wallace are not stupid, and are immediately wary when Maxie and Archie suddenly show up no matter how well they’re putting on an act. Still, there’s not a lot they can do except keep an eye on them and ensure they stay away from the areas Kyogre and Groudon are spotted.

-The rest of the island however thinks they’re nice! Look at the cute couple having fun. Good for them.

-Overall, while things are going decently okay for Archie and Maxie, Steven and Wallace constantly blocking off areas where they could gather intel and trailing their every move is really hindering their ability to be able to do much of anything. And so the four of them enter an awkward stand still, where neither can really get the other off the island.

-For a while, Maxie and Archie just try to put on the act as best as they can, to hopefully get Steven and Wallace to lower their guard. They go on ‚dates‘ together, hang out with the other people around the island, attend events together, etc. Steven and Wallace still don’t trust them for shit however, and end up pushing May and Brendan towards them in the hopes that they might be able to spot something off.

-Brendan and May have no idea what anyone is trying to do here, and actually really like Archie and Maxie. They help show them all there is on Pasio and introduce them to new people time and time again.

-Eventually, Maxie and Archie realise that this is going to take a lot longer then they were hoping for- between Steven and Wallace not budging, and the trainers on Pasio constantly keeping them busy- they’re going to need an excuse to keep staying here. And they don’t actually need to wait long! -While being a lot less aggressive and in people’s face about it, Archie still talks about the environmental impact the island has on the ocean around it a good bit to some of the other trainers there- he is leader of an environmental group focused on the sea back at home, after all! People actually start agreeing with him, to a point it even reaches Lear. Conceding something should be done, Sawyer starts working on putting a team together that would help undo the damage they’ve caused by making the oceans around the island more habitable for the Pokemon that were made homeless because of them. Archie is one of the first people to get asked to join the team- and having a job there makes a great excuse to stay a while longer. Besides, it’s still working towards his goal to some extent, so he’s down! -A bit after that Maxie ends up joining the team that made the island and is currently in charge of keeping it thriving. Same for him- the job still aligns with his ideals, so he doesn’t mind doing it.

-This was also the time Archie started having serious back pain from sleeping on the couch each night, so he took the bed as well. Maxie threatened to kick him out, Archie wished him luck with that and… well, they both just keep to their side of the bed now.

-Back at home, Magma and Aqua are being good legit environmental groups working within the law. It’s been gaining them a great reputation, and being fully legitimate and not having to fear getting charged for crimes is also very nice for the teens working as grunts there.

-And so back in Pasio, Maxie and Archie forcefully have to take a step back from their plans… to live relatively normal lives instead. Surprise surprise, it’s not actually that bad! They enjoy their jobs, they actually start making some friends, half the kids on the island seem to have adopted them as cool new uncles… and they even start fighting less in private! They can actually get along sometimes.

Eventually the realisation hits that they’re living out the lives they wanted- before they ever joined Rocket and everything went so terribly wrong. Except their marriage being ‚fake‘, this was more or less the future they envisioned… and it’s very weird to think about.

-For Maxie, he does get sad reminiscing, and reminisce he does- but as long as Archie keeps going , he’d never give up his plans. While originally raising Groudon was truly out of his ideals, over time (and when their original breakup happened) it became less about that- and more about ‚winning‘ - winning out over Archie, and proving to both himself and the other he’d been right all along. Even when the evidence started pointing towards that not being the case and Tabitha only agreeing this was a bad idea, he was so caught up in not being able to lose now he never backed down- and just reassured himself the science had to be wrong.

As long as Archie is going, so is he.

-Archie however…. Archie’s plans of flooding the world to reset it- undo the damage humanity caused by ending it entirely- were born out of feeling like there truly was no other option, truly was no other good left. Being focused on that goal every day, it wasn’t hard to stay in that mindset. But now, having to forcibly take a step back- suddenly getting to live a normal life again, with a way to help that doesn’t require death and a support system outside of Aqua… Suddenly the hope returns that maybe there is more out there- maybe there is another way to go about this.

And so, after a lot of thinking, and a lot of doubting every answer he came up with- finally he rang up Shelly and Matt to talk things over, and talk about leaving Kyogre be. Shelly was thrilled- at the end she didn’t trust his plans with Kyogre anymore anways and seeing Archie finally with agree with her on that was a big relief to her. Matt didn’t entirely understand, but Archie seemed happier with this idea, and Shelly definitely seemed happier with this idea- so he certainly didn’t mind.

Afterwards, Shelly ends up privately talking to Archie some more, where he confided a lot in her about stuff he never told her before. It was a lot to take in, and she definitely wasn’t happy about his plans having always been to more or less commit genocide on humanity without ever having told them- but at the end of the day, he’s still her friend, no damage has actually been done, and he’s finally talking to her about it so they can work it out. As such, with some help from her, Archie ends up going to therapy on the regular to help keep him in a better headset.

-After all of this, Archie pulls Maxie aside to let him know he’s giving up on Kyogre, and Maxie… just doesn’t know how to feel about it at all- doesn’t even know if he can trust him. He certainly wasn’t expecting this either way. For a while, Archie just goes about his day on Pasio, while Maxie went very very quiet, just watching him from a distance.

They both spend so much time on this- suddenly given up was something he never thought would be an option, and it’s a lot to process. Besides, Archie could be lying. ….But truthfully, he’s known the other way too long to believe that. Archie is serious about this, and it’s not particularly hard to tell.

So, after a lot of hemming and hawing, he too finally rings up Courtney and Tabitha and calls of their mission with Groudon.

Magma and Aqua are both just legit regular environmental organisations now.

-Now with that decision made, they end up talking a lot over between each other themselves. About their past, about their teams, and about what they want to do now. This is where they finally decide to actually give their relationship another chance as well. Not necessarily as a romantic relationship- thought not strictly as just friends either. They decide to just take it slow, see what they’re comfortable with, and see where it takes them from there.

(A lot of trainers in Pasio actually worry this is when they got into a fight- since they stop acting overly affectionate to put on an act, and instead get to have awkward conversations trying to rekindle their relationship. Everyone is so worried about what happened. Sorry guys, they’ll be okay)

-Though they fully intent on going back to Hoenn and their teams, they’re not in a hurry to leave and stick out their job contract which only were for about half a year total anyways. During this, even Steven and Wallace start noticing a change in them and finally lower their guard a bit. They never do end up attempting to get to the legendaries- they’re just enjoying their time here now.

-When they do finally get back to Hoenn, they merge the teams and help the land and the sea together now. Archie also ends up convincing Maxie to join him for therapy sometimes- even without them almost ending the world, they do still both have their things to work trough.

-Groudon and Kyogre just vibe on Pasio now. They let kids battle them for fun sometimes. They’re doing alright.

-Brendan and May end up visiting Archie and Maxie a lot! That’s their cool gay uncles now.

-Somewhere along the way, as time passes, they actually end up legitimising the marriage documents they faked at the very start. And they still return to Pasio from time to time to meet up with the friends they made there. :]

Apologies if any of this was messy or unclear! it was a lot to try and condense down into a single post and I did my best, but ykno. if there did appear to be smth missing feel free to shoot me a message or an ask orz also this is my second time writing this post- first time i made the stupid mistake of typing it up in browser. And after over an hour of typing this all up…. tumblr refreshed for no reason, and deleted all of it. so writing this all a second time has been even harder then the first. ;; it hurt so bad.

Also, I do have a lot of thoughts n ideas abt the actual relationships they end up having w other characters on the island, but I’m saving that for another post! With the premise of Pasio there’s just so much potential to stuff all these diff characters from diff games into a place togehter and i want to make the most of that- so its prolly gonna b another long post lmao. i wont make this one even longer then it already is, so diff post it is

just know that they did in fact once see Giovanni on the island, and they almost ended up throwing hands.

(bonus; the link to the page where I keep all my oras HC posts and comics sorted)