#they’re also leaning in eachother’s general direction

[slooshee]

Huge day for the Sampard Nation (they stood next to one another)

[miizzllaneous7]

I realized I need more of this in my life. I know occasionally it’s done, even in canon, and I find it adorable. I was thinking about like the introspection and all that jazz. Because brain likes thinking about the specifics oof, so..

You know how people are sometimes in sync? Like they’ll laugh and lean back at the same time, or adjust on their chair in the same direction at the same time. As if they’re NPCs, it’s so utterly surreal when you catch it and they aren’t even looking at each other.

Now this sorta stuff comes from a lot of different things, it’s signs you like or enjoy being around the other person or they’re just sorta rubbing off on you after some time you spend with or around each-other.

Now consider this, the Batfamily spend a lot of time together...- Not only that! Their training requires them to be rather intimate with one another’s body languages, both a result of understanding body languages needed in detective work, and when fighting. I can imagine they’re taught to work well with others, but since they’re trained by Batman and trained together regularly, they’re probably seem less when it comes to the familiarity.

Now I assume a result of this training also means they’re very aware of their body, how it moves and what it can do, it’s limits, etc. This also extends to their special awareness, and a underlining detective work that is probably always running depending on the Bat. Some of them can relax better then others, but there’s always a sort of alertness there. So you could argue the bats being in sync at any time or place wouldn’t happen often out side of maybe fighting or something.

But that’s however you look at it, and there’s also a logic to the sync thing okay? So arguments sake make it make sense, I’m sure all your pretty little heads can fill in the blanks. I sure can’t, I’m too bothered by the sudden realization of the existence of Gotham Knights (the show, not the game, I preordered the game, I know people are hating on it but as a very very very causal, I die off from playing games and then return an couple months or years later, I have no issues. Plus, Jason? Cmon, I can’t miss out on that. Plus the Court of Owls seem cool in the World Premiere Trailer.)

I got distracted, back on track. So imagine this, both as their alter egos and as civilians, they have moments of being in “sync”. Mirroring of body language, however subtle or outright they are. So no matter how they treat or act around eachother, or tell eachother in front of others, sometimes, if you’re paying attention or are fairly close to one of them, you can see an undercurrent of eachothers body language and behaviour. Something reminiscent of the Bat you’re close to. You can just tell they’re close.

Now take that up a couple notches.

As the Bats, the eerie ness of mirroring is something not too surprising, but none the less terrifying. Easily strikes fear in those who witness it, even in the most mundane of ways. But it’s usually used for intimation, and can even be intentionally utilized rather then spontaneous. Either way, it sort of fits? Doesn’t take away the displacement one may feel when they see it in real time. But it can also be adorable. No one comments on it though, so no one knows if it’s intentional or when it’s intentional, let alone if the Bats are aware they’re doing it when they do.

But oh hoh ho, as the Wayne’s? Gothams Darlings? It’s completely out of character when or if used for intimidation! Generally it’s adorable and there’s always compilations circling around of when it’s caught in camera. A running joke. Even the unspoken words they have sometimes, while a lot subtler is there. Something often shrugged off as people being close, like old married couples, or people with their kids sometimes who have a conversation without actually saying anything except nonsense and incomplete sentences that can barely be called sentences. Or close friends from across a classroom who still manage to have the sort of conversations but so much worse as they were separated for that exact reason in the first place.

It’s amazing, adorable, and gives substance to conspiracy theorists who wonder if it’s something that runs deeper. There’s always something about the Wayne’s, no one can put their finger on it, and it’s probably what made them so famous rather then just another billionaire family you don’t keep up with. Practically celebrity status that backs up their more important weight in society and Gotham. It helps on all fronts.

So when they turn their heads at the same time in the same way, spin their pen in a way reminiscent of their Bo training from their time as Robin on a smaller scale at the same time as they’re being interviewed or brainstorming (or smth). When they smile at the same time in sync, or tilt their heads, adjust their eating, sit in similar or the same way, lean in at the same time in a reaccuring pattern?

It’s sensational to people and the media have a field day.

I feel like, by the time the Bats realize it, which I don’t doubt wouldn’t happen sooner rather then later, they lean into it as well. Some see it as creepy, others see it as adorable, sometimes both, but it sparks different ideas, theories and feelings across the board to their and everyone’s never ending amusement.

It’s a small thing, but I feel like it’d show how close they are at the end of the day, and how much they love one another, in a subtle way. I can see Cass being elated and having a very unique feeling to it, because body language and movement has always been something intimate to her. A quiet or unmaintainable happiness crosses through her as she watched it happen.

Bruce? I think he’d find it adorable. As Batman, he’d 100% use it for fear factors when he realizes the effects it has with their alter egos. As Brucie Wayne? Even Brucie has an agenda, he’s the god damn Batman, and public favour can only work in their favour. But also, he’s much more open about how adorable he finds it. He, in a way none of the others, would start to pick up and recognize patterns that they picked up from Robin training, or more personal ones from himself. Noticing the profound impact it has on any of the Bats, even beyond the Robins like the Batgirls from training? Having raised them and with his own training seeing the patterns they picked up from one another? He’d notice them in the most intimate manners that would touch him in a unique way not most would recognize or understand.

I’d mention the other bats, how it effects and the more intricate things but, this is getting long and I have no idea why paragraph spacing is being weird. I just thought this was a neat headcanon that I know I’ve seen in much more subtler manners, or completely unintentional. It’s not just for comedic affect, but could definitely go that route, but rather it’s farther then that.

This isn’t just a result of closeness, it’s a result of closeness AND a training. They look at the world differently then your average Joe, always analyzing to varying degrees because it’s ingrained in them, and they rarely relax completely, even when they do they’ve conditioned themselves to sit or relax in a way that lets them easily maneuver their bodies. It’s second nature to them, like breathing. It’s like how if you meet someone with etiquette training, like the really complicated one, they’ll sit a certain way, and reach for the correct utensils easily. It doesn’t hinder them because A) they’re very aware of their bodies, it’s what separates them from CIAs and most spies or the like. They’re the best of the best after all, it’s easy to mask or shrug off as something else. B) Bat training is unique, there’s elements of a lot of things, not just Al Ghul related, they’ve shaped them to their own strengths and weaknesses, and what they need. They’ve picked up and expanded, used skills beyond what they’ve learned from others. Bruce tailored his training, to prevent killing but be enough necessary force.

Hell, I’m certain he’s even taught them all the skills to flat out kill people with ease, the best of best assassins, to recognize the ways you can kill a person, disarm them and cripple them etc, since it’s an incredibly important to recognize different ways you can take someone down when fighting. A skill that takes time and effort if, training to acquire. They’ve also, over time, have those things on their belts. None of them are stupid yknow, even Jason who’s generally depicted as not the smartest of them is most likely absolutely b r i l l i a n t.

I’m sure even some of you wouldn’t think Dick is as smart as he is, hell I didn’t for the longest time despite most form of fiction growing up OBVIOUSLY telling me otherwise. (Something easy to accept but always left me baffled, because I just forget that it’s apart of his character. It’s not as important as it is for Bruce, Tim or Barbara’s character, being a bigger part of their characters canonically and in fanon.)

I started rambling again aren’t I, what was I saying? Words I guess. End of headcanon, ima nap, powers back.

I know these are headcanons people may already have or express, even if it’s not explicit. Just thought I’d give my 2 cents. Also I had a power outage and now you shall all suffer my wrath. Muhahahahah

I have no idea where these gifs are from but iI feel like I need to use more gifs or smth. Tumblr is just so lacking in them sometimes tho. P a i n

[rviden]

Idk if the baal requests are still open so feel free to ignore if so but Baal pining after one of her loyal retainers who either is terribly oblivious to her attempts to show them she likes them or they just don’t like her that way to begin with and are choosing to ignore her signals

༄ — OBLIVIOUS OR NOT INTERESTED?

#includes — baal (raiden shogun)

#warnings — n/a

#pronouns — they/them

baal liked to pride herself in her knowledge of her staff — so she would’ve had her eyes on you for a while

and while baal is seemingly confident and collected to the rest of the world, she would be unbelievably nervous to even speak to you

with a reputation like hers, she believes that there’s no way in hell that you could remotely feel anything for her

but with a little gentle shoves from sara, one of the only people that actually knows the raiden shogun for the woman she is, she reassured the woman that the worst that could happen was a rejection

so, baal begins to wander around the palace more — sticking around your area the most

she’ll start conversation as small requests at first — moving a piece of furniture over just a smidge, asking for flower replacements in the main hall, or asking you to run an important errand

from there, she would ask a personal question or share something about her with the requests — a small step in a direction of personally getting to know you

but when you just go about you duties, nod at her words, and walk off as if nothing had happened, baal’s fears begin to take over

as soon as she sees signs of you not liking her, she backs off pretty quickly, but sara won’t stand for it and pushes even harder — and if the goddess wouldn’t make a move, she was beginning to plan making a move for her

with sara now more in on the whole situation, you can find yourself in the army generals presence more often — the woman asking questions about if you’re interested in anyone at the moment, what kind of traits you look for in a partner, etc.

sara’s a little shit, so if she can tell you like baal yet knows you seems oblivious to the archons advances, you can bet you’ll be set up and dragged into an elaborate plan of hers

“sara, where are you taking me-“

“i’m asking you to trust me — i’m helping you!” she continued to guide the archon towards who knows where.

baal sighed amd let the girl bring her to where she wanted to — she did trust the girl, with her life even, so she knew no harm would come to her.

“okay we’re here,” sara paused, hand on the door handle and other hand on baal’s back. “now one word of advice before i send you in...” she leaned in close. “they like you... they’re just a little oblivious to catching the signs of attraction you have,” and with that, she shoved baal into the room.

“what-“ baal cut herself off as she saw you sitting quietly, your eyes now on her. “oh- hello y/n,” she watched as you stood and bowed.

“good evening miss.”

“there’s no need to bow — really,” baal sighed, repeating sara’s words in her head.

you lifted yourself from your bowed position, offering the woman a small smile. “okay miss-“

“y/n call me baal, please!” she let out a small laugh, finding herself more comfortable then she had ever been around you before. she blamed the possible eyes that could’ve seen her in the moments you shared before. “we’re friends, aren’t we?”

you could only nod at the woman’s words, not sure what to say exactly at the words she had just spoken.

“actually...” baal cleared her throat. “y/n, forgive me if this is too forward, and simply forget it if you don’t feel the same, but i have feelings for you.”

she closed her eyes and awaited a response.

“oh wait really?” you tilted your head. “i also have feelings for you,” offering a smile, you loved closer to the woman.

baal stood stunned — sara was right.

“so this means...?”

“we both like eachother,” you laughed under your breath. “so i guess that means...?”

“will you be my partner?” baal blurted out, tired of skirting around the subject — it was like ripping a bandaid off, but instead of doing it to lessen the pain, it was ripped off to put an need to the awkwardness of the situation.

“i would be honoured to,” you both shared a gentle smile — baal looking back towards the door to where sara smirked wildly as she peaked into the room.

sara was always right.

[draculcid]

Kegboys slapping eachother’s asses during basketball and passing it off as a “bro thing”. steve and tommy do it to billy the most because 1. have you seen his ass? it would be a crime not to, but also 2. he makes a really low grunt/whine sound everytime and glares at them while blushing, both of which they think are very very cute

billy has to slap tommy and steve’s asses every single time he passes by them. tommy always yelps and slaps his arms away because billy literally roughly grabs his ass and squeezes tight.

tommy also gets all shy when steve does it and tries to give him a wedgie in return. but steve, on the other hand, loves to show off his ass to tommy and billy. he starts strutting around the court, leans down to tie his shoelaces like a million times, and pulls up his shorts high enough so that they can get a peek.(tommy has a ridiculous amount of ass-pick-up lines and he goes, “stevie, did you sit in a pile of sugar? ‘cause you got a sweet ass," then spends the rest of practice snickering at his own joke.)

(also. i can picture billy saying shit to steve like “how come you walk in and your ass follows five minutes later??” and steve’s so distraught about it because “I LITERALLY DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!”)

back to the point.

billy. he doesn’t even do his ass thing on purpose, much to steve and tommy’s disbelief. every time they play basketball, billy’s in nothing but his converse and his green gym shorts, which hang low on his hips.

and tommy and steve will not stop ogling at his ass. like. at all. they probably got hit in the face with a basketball at some point because billy’s ass was too distracting.

anyway, they can’t keep their hands to themselves. steve would grab billy closer by the elastic of his shorts until they’re tight on billy’s hips.

and he tugs. billy- he involuntarily groans, and it sounds lewd. steve quickly lets go, looking back at tommy who’s staring at both of them with a flushed face.

“I did not sign up for this shit, harrington,” billy sighs, adjusting his shorts.

“you kinda did,” steve says, “walking around like that,” he waves his hand around the general direction of billy’s body to emphasize.

tommy is the one that slaps billy’s ass particularly hard. his slaps usually echo throughout the entire gym and it always makes steve and tommy chuckle while billy turns crimson.

also, billy can’t keep his mouth shut. he tries to hold back but every time steve or tommy reach for his ass, he whines. it’s almost like a reflex.

steve and tommy have to control their dicks when they hear that sound.

“fuck— stop it,” billy grumbles, face glowing red in mere seconds, “I’m serious!”

“billy..” tommy coos, “you’re so cute.”

“I said stop it.”

“it was just a friendly slap,” steve teases, “chill out.”

(don’t mind me. just picturing their coach walking in on them holding fistfuls of billy’s ass. and they’re both like.. . ‘we were just giving him a friendly slap. nothin to see here :)’)

[preppymayhem]

Unpopular opinion: I don’t think any of the main cast members in Riverdale have chemistry. Betty/Jughead have really bad chemistry and that’s partly due to coles caring abilities, or lack there of. Cole can’t emote; he often has a blank expression and can’t bounce off Lily’s expressions. Veronica/Archie are two hot people that the writers decided to throw into a relationship but they little chemistry. Betty/Veronica don’t really have friendship chemistry. They are always standing too far apart, like they’re acquaintances. There is a scene where Veronica puts her head on Betty’s shoulder and Betty looks stiff and doesn’t lean into her. The cast doesn’t mesh too well.

In shows like Gossip Girl, Dawson’s Creek, and One Tree Hill, the characters have great on screen chemistry as a group and with individual characters. Even though GG is a crappy show, the cast meshes really well onscreen. Serena and Blair’s body language suggests they’re best friends. Same with Nate and Chuck, I buy them as best friends even though I don’t see what Chuck and Nate have in common or what they offer eachother. In OTH Hayley and Brooke have the kind of chemistry that Betty and Veronica should have.

Oh you and me are going to fight anon! (I kid, I kid)

I am going put it out there that I, personally, do not value chemistry as much as a lot of people do and to expand further that the concept of chemistry is actually more subjective and dependent on the individual viewer than what a lot of fandom (any fandom) believes.

To start, I disagree with a lot fandoms’ supposition that chemistry is something that solely comes from actors, and while they do have some play in it, I also think that the writing, cinematography, direction, editing and music/sound design have just as much if not more of an impact on chemistry than actors’ performances. Remember you have people who are not the actors choosing the shots they used and how they are cutting those shots together. Television is not live theater, it is closer to film and movies than that.

So to being it back to Riverdale, I actually argue that any chemistry issues on the show are more due to the writing then to the cast. Riverdale is and has never really been that good at writing relationships and I think that is what shows. Like I agree that I don’t think that either Bughead or Varchie has that much chemistry, but I see that more on the writing then on Reinhart/Sprouse/Mendes/Apa, the material they are given to work is not great (especially when it comes to Veronica and Archie). Like the reason I didn’t jump on the Bughead train wasn’t because they lacked chemistry but had everything to do with I didn’t read their relationship as romantic until they kissed in episode 6, and so for me the show didn’t earn their get together or establish why them being romantic w/ each other was a natural progression of their relationship. And post get together pretty much all their scenes have read to me like solely to be there for the fans of said ship and not things that play into any narrative or relationship arc. (Riverdale is generally terrible at character arcs and most any part of holistic cohesive story telling). And that’s not a chemistry issue that is a writing issue.

Same thing with Betty and Veronica, of course they aren’t going to have friendship chemistry, s sq of like the first few episodes they have not been on screen with each other or worked on the same plots together so there is nothing there. Like I think that they actually have wonderful chemistry at the beginning of s1, it is just that the writers chose not to go anywhere with it lpbecause they are idiots. I personally love their chemistry (whether you are seeing it platonically or romantically) but it remains to date one of RD’s biggest flaws and was ultimately one of the reasons why I stopped watching the show.

Which brings me to my final point, a lot of times “chemistry” is also something supplied by the audience. I see a lot of people in different fandoms talk about chemistry or lack thereof and it really corresponds to how they genuinely feel. If they like the ship they see chemistry, if they don’t like the ship it doesn’t have chemistry. I think a lot of people like to use chemistry as a reason when they can’t put into words why we do or don’t like a ship. We all seem to have a hard time just accepting that sometimes we just like a thing and sometimes we don’t. We all come into these things with our own experiences and world views and to think that those don’t color our feelings or how we see things then we are kidding ourselves. We all have biases and the more we can accept just how subjective and particular to us our opinions are the happier we’d all be I think.

[moth-based-cryptology]

more hc’s!! even though i’m in school!!

al mining all the way to bedrock with race and being like ‘hey babe can you get this block for me i’m gonna build our house try to get at least five okay?’

and race, clueless, is like ‘sure babe!’ and after twenty minutes race is loSING HIS MIND and al is like uhhh babe i kinda need it?? and race is like, near tears, IM TRYING IM TRYINF I SWEAR I SWEAR

eventually al tells him and race unplugs al’s computer

race speaking italian bc he’s stressed and al doesn’t know what he’s saying but dear god that’s so hot

people make a million gifs abt al’s face and race is like ‘oh so italian is a turn on for you huh?’ but race, little bitch, says it in italian and watches al live up to his nickname of red

one time al is rly tired as he’s streaming and just falls asleep at his computer and race is facing his computer and eventually he realizes he’s been rambling and that al hasn’t said much? and he’s like ‘uhh babe you okay?’ and then looks over and you can see the exact moment his heart bursts bc al just dozed off and he’s so cute and the comments r going crazy

al is pretty shy abt it he’s like oh my god they saw me sleeping that’s so embarrassing hey race stop!! it wasn’t cute!!! and race is like uhhh yeah it was but he’s still sweet ofc and al (who’s slowly becoming more comfortable with himself) is like oh. okay. and the fans are like THATS SO ADORABLE

someone points out at one point that race and al have the exact same follower count and they’re like !!! that’s actually so cute!!!

race’s background is him and al and al’s is just race and they’re so cute and so in love

race n al both getting super into the game and they’re put on opposite teams and become like. lethal. like race is super smart ofc but he’s not saying anything so al has NO idea where to find him, but alternatively, someone keeps killing race’s teammates and no one can seem to beat them theyre so strong??

at one point al walks in and race is like hey hey hey! it’s radioactive red! and starts playing radioactive by imagine dragons and al, bright red, is like i’m going to kill you slowly and race, cheeky bastard, is like ha that’s kinda hot babe and winks and al’s just turning even more red

and ppl are like????? wait wait wait how is al the top did you see how flustered he got?

race n al literally laying on top of each other and full body cuddles but they both get so red when they hold hands and everyone’s like? you just literally sit in each other’s laps but ok

izzy these are fucking incredible i’m dying 😭

- al is such a little shit he totally would do that. race unplugs albert’s gaming monitor but the one with chat is still up and the cameras still going for the stream so everyone can see race whack al in the head with rolled up magazine from his desk and albert just throws race over his shoulder and spins around in circles while chat is loosing its fuckin mind

- whenever albert and race end up on different teams in a game race isn’t as good at and can’t just,,,,, math his way out (i.e. rocket league) he babbles in italian and it got to the point where al would get so distracted he would end up loosing the game cause he’s too busy internally going holyshitthatsreallyhotholyshitholyshit. albert went absolutely scarlet when he saw all the gifs of it and he’s sitting on the couch scrolling through twitter and race walks up behind him and leans down and whispers “why didn’t you mentioned you liked my italian” in italian and albert just ✨looses it✨

- SLEEPY 👏 ALBERT 👏 he doesn’t fall asleep on stream very often, but they do 12+ hour charity livestreams at least once a month so,,,, tired red is a common occurrence. he lives in a perpetual state of,,, ruffled? messy hair sticking up in every direction, a voice that always kinda sounds like he just woke up, constantly reaching for some form of affection from race that’s vaguely reminiscent of a toddler that just woke up from a nap between games, the like. he’s also a very deep sleeper, and it makes his already young face go from about,,,, 19? 20? to like 16 at best. he’s definitely getting better about seeing himself more accurately and all the fans think it’s so cute he doesn’t vehemently reject all of race’s compliments anymore.

- of course these two would be cute about having the same follower count. at one point someone follows albert but not race and race threatens to unfollow albert just to fix it, but about 10 seconds later the person follows him too and all balance is restored to the universe

- they’re 100% eachothers phone backgrounds. their lock screens is that cute thing where race has the half of the picture with albert in it and albert has the half of the picture with race in it and when you set their phones next to eachother in makes one picture. albert’s home screen is art jack made of them for his birthday. and race’s is a picture from the disney trip when al proposed.

- race is trying to pick albert’s teammates off from a distance, and he does fairly well for awhile, but as smart as he is race doesn’t have that much experience (especially compared to albert) so race’s teammates are dropping like flies literally ALL OVER the map and race is just like “?????? how the hell who is doing that” and albert is just silently chuckling to himself from his desk. eventually race is the only one left and albert finds him and just laughs maniacally while race dramatically falls out of his chair when he dies.

- y e s ok so albert blushes REALLY EASILY and race is,,,, race, so he’s honestly not that easy to embarrass and the general ‘red being flustered’ thing makes people confused how he’s the top. that is, until once race is laughing at how red albert is and albert just leans over and whispers something to race and race’s mouth snaps shut and his eyes get all wide and he just immediately changes the subject and albert has the smug look on his face and suddenly,,,, it all makes sense and that face race made gets so memed and albert laughs for 20 years over it

- honestly yeah it’s like

race: *kisses al’s neck and sits in his lap to try and distract him while albert keeps playing with a straight face*

also race: *can’t stop giggling for 5 minutes cause albert locked their pinky’s while showing him something and using the mouse*

~ or ~

albert: *carries race around the gaming room in victory or will randomly kiss him full on the mouth cause he just thinks he’s pretty*

also albert: *goes pink every time race calls him any sort of pet name, especially in italian*

this was written while also trying to keep track of the one year old and six year old i’m babysitting so i apologize for any random mistakes. no small children were harmed in the making of this post 😆

thank you for all of these i love them so much jdhdjdjd

[blacktassel]

hi! May I please have a ship? I would like a romantic ship and i would like it to be male. People around me portray me as someone who quite bold and direct to what I want. Personally, I take risks. Risks make life more interesting for me and it makes things a ton more interesting. Inpatient is another way to describe me due to me wanting most things right away rather than later. Now, for my hobbies, I love video games and watching anime! Those are the two most things i waste my time on. (1/2)

I'm also very interested in voice acting. For what i want in a partner is that they could easily understand how I function as a person, as in they need to know my limits. They also have to accept me for who i am. Thanks for taking my request! (2/2)

hey !! thanks for requesting :)

i ship you with xiao !

people often underestimate him because of his quieter nature, but being an adepti has exposed xiao to all sorts of people, situations, and just things in general; which has built up his confidence and self-reassurance - your bold and direct nature clicks well with this part of him

you’re able to keep up with eachother; you both like to experience life at the same pace - quick and to the point

you guys spend a lot of time together at wangshu inn

especially on the top balcony area - there are days you’ll just spend the night looking up at the stars while exchanging stories or chatting away

or sometimes he’ll take you out to see the secret spots around liyue !!

xiao reads people extremely well,, he’ll know your limits and will take the time to make sure you’re comfortable with wherever you guys are

is a pillar for u - a voice of reason, and someone to lean on if you ever need it

the people around you guys are shocked at how much xiao seems to have a soft spot for u (he’s usually pretty stoic).. but they’re all really supportive they think u guys are the cutest ngl <3

modern au: DEFINITELY joins in when you’re watching anime; you guys often go on marathons together; all cozied up

is so supportive of ur interest in voice acting. he’ll let you rehearse to him and would be really encouraging in his own, quieter way

i hope you liked your ship!!

[thecurseoflife]

CHAPITRE 5 : THE FIRST CRISIS

It was an early afternoon. For once, the two friends weren't working on anything. It might have something to do with the warmth light of the sun coming from the window. They were both sitting in the sunshine against the bars, Ruddiger happily sleeping, lying on both of their laps. Camalia was mindlessly playing with her guitare, while talking to her friend.

-Okay, okay, I bet you won't get this one. What is the "philosopher's stone" ? Proudly asked Varian.

-HA-AH ! Well, I do have it, Ball ! It's a legendary stone that could turn iron into gold.

-And... ? Smirked the alchemist.

-What do you mean "and" ? That's it right ?

-Nuh-uh ! It could also heal diseases and make people immortals ! And it's not "iron" into "gold", it's any "base metal" that can be transformed in any "noble metals". Even if, yeah, it's basically gold people wants.

The music mage pouted and crossed her arms.

-Yeah, well that's what I said. She mumbled.

They stayed silent, both searching for another thing that the other wouldn't know about. It was a game they just invented. They had the idea since they lived such different life, and learned different things. It was a way to have fun and know eachother better.

-I've got one ! Do you know what sburben mean ?

Varian started to think out loud, narrowing his eyes. He was searching  in the deepest part of his memory, even if he didn't have the slightest idea what a sburben was.

-Okay, don't tell me anything, I will got it. Sburben, sburben... Is it a plant ? Wait no, probably someone's name... But you asked what it meant so it may be... a place ? No, no, that doesn't hold up. Maybe a concept ? Is it the name of a legendary sword ? Or just a legend...? No... ? Okay no I don't have it, enlight me with your knowledge.

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Camalia smile was getting wider and wider as she saw that her friend had no idea what it meant. Finally, she knew something he didn't. She had to pass through twenty questions to get there, but she here she stood. She straightened up, proud of herself, looking at the alchemist with a satisfied smirk.

-Sburben is not a thing nor a legend. It's a curse word. The music mages, which are still outcasts, started using this word when someone of the clan stole fruits from the main tent. The guard heard the noise and entered the tent, expecting a raccoon or a rat. What was his surprise when he found, stealing from the bag...

Varian and Ruddiger, now awake, leaned in, completely invested in the story.

-...His chief ! He screamed "Sburben !" surprised and angry. Sburben was the name of this ancient chief of the music mages' clan. He ran away after being busted out, and the whole clan screamed his name for days, first worried then with anger. "Sburben, Sburben" they said. After a week without the chief, they realized he abandonned them after stealing their supplies. First, the adults were refering to him as the "damned Sburben", when they talked about that ancient story. For the new generation, who never knew Sburben, it was just this word that made the adults angry. So, they thought it was a curse. And they used it that way, even when they learned the real meaning of the word. "Ah, sburben, I stepped on pointy rocks !" or "Sburben ! I didn't find any food !"

-And what about the chief ? What happened to him ? Did he.. did he returned at some point ?

The music mage thought for a moment, trying to recall what the read.

-Mmh, well if he did, it wasn't in the book. And honestly, I think my people would be pretty mad at him anyway.

A short silence followed her sentence. The alchemist widened his eyes as her words sunk in his mind.

-You said it. He whispered.

Camalia nervously laughed at her friend's weird behavior. He turned slowly to her, staring straight into her eyes, as if his brain was still surprised of what it just heard.

-What ?

-You... you said it ! You said "my" people !

The music mage finally understood and she brushed it off as something minor.

-No, no, no, this... this whole time, you always refered them as "they" but this time you said "my" ! This is great ! I knew you felt this way !

Varian started to excitedly babbled about it, a smile streached ear to ear. Ruddiger just sighed, unfazed by the sudden movement, and decided to go back to sleep. But for the girl, it was a very sensitive subject. She tried to stop her friend but he wouldn't stop, too deep in his thoughts to realize how it was affecting her. And after all, he's right, Camalia. It's your people after all. Oh, but wait. You don't even know them. All you ever known was through books. Tsk, isn't that just... sad. A music mage without a clan, without anything, not even a family. No one to teach you, to trust you, to help you, to smile at you. No people to rely on. It's just pathetic, ridiculous... you.

-ENOUGH !

Her shout brutally stopped Varian in the middle of his sentence. He looked at her with worry, and saw that she seemed in pain. Not a physical one, but enough to make her scream at him. Guilt imposed itself in the alchemist heart.

-Camalia I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-

-Sorry, I need some time alone.

She didn't meant to yell. She didn't want him to think she was angry at him. But right now, she just couldn't express what she was feeling. Her chest was sore and her throat so clunched it hurted. Her eyes burned as she tried to avoid letting the tears run down her cheeks. She got up and left her friend's cell to get locked in hers. She immediatly went in her bed and curled up, disappearing under the cover without a word. Varian felt terrible. He watched her leave without trying to stop her. He felt just like if he messed up as bad as what got him in jail in the first place. It was as if it started all over again. Five minutes ago, they were joking around, and once again, he ruined everything, he hurted his friends, he made the bad decision, he became the villain. It was all his fault anyway, it has always been. A storm of dark and terrible thoughts was above the two prisonners' head, and for one of them, it is as if the storm had taken the form of two giant black snakes...

They didn't talk for the rest of the day. Camalia didn't move from her bed, not even to eat. But Varian knew she wasn't asleep. Her breathing was rapid and unsteady, and sometime he could hear a faint sob, small sound that was going through his ears like the loudest noise, destroying his heart and bringing thoughts in his brain. Varian didn't really move either, he was still sitting against the bars, thinking all of his actions over and over again, remembering how every decision he ever made were the worst, how he was the worst and he never did anything right. How his own dad was desesperate about him, and how... how he would never see him again, not even to prove him he could change, he could be better, he could be the son Quirin has always wanted.

Untouched by the tension and the sad face of his master, Ruddiger was the only one happily enjoying the sun to it's last sunshine. After the night fell on the cells, and when he saw no one was lighting a lantern up, the raccoon started to see something was wrong. He spotted the abandonned guitare near a very depressed Varian, and in the other cell the vague form of a human being in bed. He let a concerned squeal out and looked up to catch the alchemist attention. Not that he liked Camalia but... okay, yeah he liked Camalia, but even if he didn't, Varian did, she meant a lot to him, pulling him out of the dark sea he was drowning him and showing him a bright side to everything. She was the one that didn't give up on him when everyone else did. Right now, she couldn't help him because she needed help as well, so it was Ruddiger's job to handle this situation now. He will take the responsability and fix it. He was the one in charge. To be honest, the raccoon was starting to think that they could really not live by themself, it was the second time he had to help them out, and well... he is just a raccoon.

In the darkness, Ruddiger made his way to the table and once he was on it, he reached for the lantern before lighting it up. The sudden light made Varian flinch, and pulled him out of his thoughts. When his eyes finally got used to the glim, the alchemist looked up to see a shadow, standing on the table, paws on they're hips. It was Ruddiger, and he had a determined look. Just like an epic character, the raccoon jumped and nailed a perfect landing before walking toward Varian with heavy and very very epic steps.

-Ruddiger, what... are you doing ?

The question bursted the animal out of his action movie and he glared at his master before pointing at the cell across the corridor. Since his own was being enlightened by the lantern, Camalia's cell seemed as dark as ever. Varian looked down, guilt and sadness making it through his heart once more. But Ruddiger quickly snapped him out of it. By a very simple, very direct and effective technique. He properly slapped him. He wasn't really proud of himself for this, but it was the only way. Talking to him wasn't an option for obvious reasons and he couldn't spend the night trying to get his attention. The raccoon putted his paws on his hips again, staring at the boy, that was still in shock because of the slap. He frowned and was about to shout at him but the animal quickly shutted him up with an angry look. For a few minutes the two battled with their eyes until Varian give up. He sighed and leaned back on the bars.

-There's nothing I can do, it's my fault anyway. She... she must be hating me now.

The raccoon rolled his eyes and forced him up. He climbed on the table again. He made him understand that Varian, the one he knew, was kind, perseverant, and dear to the heart of the hurt girl across the prison. And that he never gave up. He didn't give up when his dad got caught in the amber, not when he failed once, and even if it was for bad reasons, he didn't. The boy he knew was smart and a bit reckless, loving and passionnate. So now, instead of crying on a past he couldn't change, Varian will talk to her and fix things. Because for the love of alchemy, he is just a raccoon and a raccoon shouldn't be handling this kind of things. The only things he should be handling would be apples. Lot of apples. Red, juicy, wonderful apples... Man he liked apples.

-Okay Ruddigger that was sweet but now you're just talking about apples.

...Because he's a raccoon that was the whole point of the- You know what nevermind. Varian took a deep breath and turned around to face Camalia's cell. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He felt terrible but how could he apologize ? The subject of her people seemed to be a very very sensitive point, and he didn't want to trigger it again. He bit his lips, hesitant. A nudge on his leg made him look down to cross his raccoon eyes. The animal encourage him to speak.

-Camalia ?

The form under the cover nudged, motivating the boy to continue.

-Camalia, I-I'm really sorry. I know I often overstep boundaries, mostly without realizing it, heh. W-what I mean is that I shouldn't have... I really regret... I understand that you don't like to talk about your people, I don't want to hurt you again, I am just... really sorry.

The music mage moved again, but she didn't answer. For Varian, it was as if she rejected his apology. It was as if all of Corona did. He felt tears forming in his eyes but he shook them away, refusing to let go. He was about to speak again when the girl grunted. It wasn't an angry grunt. She was in pain. She was hurt. Ans this time on, it was physical. The alchemist widened his eyes, eager to break out of his cell to help her, but she was the one with the key. His eyes fell on the lock and right under it, Camalia's guitare, and Ruddiger on it. Varian kneeled in front of his pet, looking very serious.

-Ruddiger, I need your help. I think Camalia needs her guitare but I can't give it to her. You should be able to go through the bars, if we squeeze hard enough. Could you do that buddy ?

The raccoon military saluted the boy. Once again, the faith of one of those two idiots was on his shoulders. And if the raccoon had to always be the one to save them, then he will. But not alone. After a few unsucessful attempts, Ruddiger was finally able to pop out of the cell. He rolled on the corridor, feeling like all his organs had been squeezed to death. He got back up with what could be an annoyed mumble. He walked up to Camalia's door and proceed to repeat the struggle. Once he was in the cell, he glanced to the girl but it was like she didn't even notice he was there, even if he did made atrocious noises. She was trembling and whining softly. He couldn't see well in the darkness but Ruddiger swore she was crying. He didn't think it was because of her guitare. Nor the argument with Varian. It was... something else. Something worse.

-Uh, Ruddiger, you were supposed to take the guitare WITH you.

The pet didn't pay attention to the alchemist and looked up to the table, distinguishing the shine of the keys. He jumped and catched them before opening both of the cells. Varian was frozen and speechless, looking down at Ruddiger that was proudly showing both of the doors open. The alchemist snapped out of it and grabbed the guitare before running to Camalia. She still acted like she couldn't see nor hear them. From upclose, the girl's state was worse than what he thought. She was whimpering, trembling and crying, her eyes squeezed shut, as if she was fighting something inside.

-C-Camalia ?

He tried to gently land a comforting hand on her shoulder, but as soon as it brushed her, she brutally backed out. She acted like a scared animal, and it broke Varian's heart to see her like this.

-H-hey, it's okay, it's me, it's Varian. Your... uhm... Your jail roommate.

She seemed to calm down, even if just slightly. She stayed suspicious but relaxed a little bit. As what could be another wave of pain hit her, she tensed again and hissed in pain. A bit lost about what was happening but still worried, Varian instinctively catched her hand and squeezed it in his.

-It's okay, I'm here, it's okay, everything is okay. Calm down.

The girl tried to pull her hand out, scared of what it might be. But the alchemist hold it tight, not tight enough to hurt her, just the right amount. He looked at her in the eyes, trying to understand what was wrong. All he could see was anger, sadness and fear. He didn't know why. But she was terrified. He didn't let go of her hand when he leaned on the bed to be more comfortable. He didn't let go when he put the guitare near her. He didn't let go when he hummed quietly. He didn't let go when she calmed down and fell asleep. He didn't let go when the warm darkness of sleep took him.

He didn't let go.

He never will.

The next morning, Camalia woked up strangely numb and confused. She tried to sit on the bed to maybe understand what happened, but something stopped her. Her arm was heavier than usual. She looked beside the bed to see Varian calmly sleeping, her hand in his. Ruddiger was also asleep on his lap. She glanced over to the cell only to see both of the door were wide open, and the lantern in the other cell slowly dying. She gasped at that sight. Oh good lord. If Cap saw this, he would explode. The guitare girl turned to the window. Yeah, it was early morning. They still had a few hours before being killed by the chief of the guards. Technically. She tried to get up again, but even if the alchemist was still sleeping, he had a strong grip. Guess it meant she won't go anywhere before he open his eyes. She sighed and fell back on the bed. Her head bumped on something and let out a cry of pain before looking at what she should throw on the wall. It was her guitare, carefully put on the side of the bed. But... last thing she remember, she stormed off Varian's cell and she forgot her guitare...

Suddenly she understood. She had a crisis. The snakes striked again. But... the alchemist was there, so how... She thought about it and the answer seemed clear. He couldn't stop it because he triggered it. Of course. Usually, she remembered her crisis. They were painful and horrible, but she remembered them. The fact that she just blacked out on this one meant that the snakes were terrifically strong this time around. But soon, the real, the big crisis was going to be there. Soon the circle would be round and she will put her plan in action. But if a minor crisis putted her in that state, well...

In any way it was bad news. Really bad one. Varian seemed to have been able to calm her down this time, but... what if for this year's crisis... it went wrong. What if it didn't go like the other years ? What if this time the snakes could hurt him too ? What if they could kill him ? What if...

The alchemist moved. He yawned and looked up to see that his friend was awake as well. He jumped on his feet, a big smile on his face.

-Camalia ! Are you ok ? Because one thing for sure, you were NOT okay last night. You... you really scared me. What happened to you ?

The music mage laughed nervously, avoiding Varian's eyes.

-I, uh... I don't know. May have been a-a panic attack. Yeah. Yep. Definitely a panic attack. Looked a lot like one, uh ?

Camalia was a terrible liar. And Varian wasn't stupid. But... she may be in shock, and didn't want to talk about it because... it might trigger another... "panic attack". It's not like she would hide anything from him. They said no more secrets. For everyone safety. He took a deep breath and smiled at her.

-Yeah, it probably is. Did you know panic attacks can happen while you're asleep ? I think it's what happened. Plus, a proper diet always help, and since you didn't ate that day, probably didn't do any good. But the important thing is that you're okay now.

The guitare girl snorted as her friend was being the typical nerd he always is. They smiled to eachothers and an angel passed before the prison's door open and a gasp was heard in the corridor. Loud steps were heading in their direction, and they both looked at the doors wide opened. Looks like it was shouting time. Cap finally arrived at the cell, his face so red it looked like it was going to explode. Stan and Pete were by his side. The chief glanced over at Varian, relief to see the demon was still there. The turned his angry face toward Camalia and started yelling. How he couldn't believe she did it again even when he left her another chance. How she thought she was being so sneaky. How, again, Varian was a very dangerous criminal and wasn't supposed to be freed, and how she was so irresponsible. How she kept acting like-

-I had a crisis.

This snapped Captain out of his anger. Behind him, Stan and Pete hold tight on their weapons, their eyes widening and taking an unconscious step back. The alchemist looked at everyone's reaction and his heart tighten. He was the only one that didn't know what was going on. When he should have been the first. Cap looked disoriented and opened his mouth to speak but Camalia cut him.

-He helped me, and as you can see, he's still here.

-But wasn't your crisis supposed to be-

-Yes. I know. Something... trigerred one.

Camalia was glaring at him. She was standing her ground, and held his look with strength and determination. She made sure he didn't say too much. She could handle this. The man was smart, and he could read between the lines. Captain sighed, made sure she will lock the raccoon and the demon again, and left. To the great relief of Stan and Pete, that really just wanted to leave since she spoke about the... dark times. Varian could see that the three guards were scared of something, of those "crisis" she had, like the one the night before. He clunched his fist, opened his mouth, ready to speak his mind...

-Well, that sure was a bunch of sburbens. He said lightly.

The sudden change of tone in the room unsettled Camalia and she just giggled nervously.

-What ?

-You know, sburbens. Oh, right... you might not know what they are. It's a plant. Very curative. Although it does sound like a curse word, heh. But it's a plant. Definitely a plant.

The music mage started laughing, and soon the alchemist joined her. They laughed and laughed, laughing the pressure, the fear, the danger out. They laughed at their problems and laughed at the situation. They laughed until they couldn't anymore. But even then, they both had a big smile, lying on the ground and calming down. The sunset made it's way through the window and suddely everything was fine. It was warm and comfortable, and they were fine. Right there, right now, with the right person.

They were just fine.

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Enhanced- Bucky Barnes Chapter Four

Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader

Warnings: A violent scene is described in this chapter. A tiny bit of angst. 

Disclaimers: I don’t own any MCU characters/plots mentioned.

Word Count: 2, 484 words

(Gif’s not mine!)

Read Chapter Three Here!!

***

The darkness that surrounded you was serene. Calm and welcoming almost. You expected it to be cold and dark, but...it’s warm and enlightening. You figure it’s because you feel a part of the darkness.  

It took you in, accepted you and embraced your every flaw. From the ones engraved on your soul to the ones decorating your skin and mind. 

It didn’t push, it didn’t expect anything of you, thus it didn’t pressure you.

 You felt safe and at peace as our body floated in never-ending blackness. You were alone, but you didn’t feel like it.

 Suddenly, a strong force came in the opposite direction and sucked you through a small hole. A light. 

You release a gut-wrenching scream and your eyes fly open. 

It all happens so fast. You sit up and gasp, taking in a huge gulp of air, as much as you lungs could take in one breath.

 A bright light hits you directly in the eyes, forcing you to release a small groan and screw them shut, laying back down. Then your hearing tunes in.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The beeping has become erratic. You cautiously open your crusty, dry eyes when you hear shuffling beside you, something warm is moving your hand.

When you look over, your head still hazy, the first thing you see is Bucky. His eyes are wide and his mouth is moving erratically, but you can’t seem to make out anything he’s saying. 

You squint your eyes, trying to read his lips. And then your ears zoom into his words. “...okay?”

“What?” says the words hurt your throat. They’re weak and cracking. 

He grips your hand tighter, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. “I’m going to get you a doctor okay?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer before releasing your hand and running out of the room.

“Bucky wa-” your hand is left outstretched towards the doorway.

*

“Okay miss Y/l/n. It seems all your vital signs are just about right.” The doctor, a chubby middle-aged man with a retreating hairline, smiles sympathetically at you. 

You nod stiffly, shifting your gaze over to Bucky, who’s leaning on a wall all the way on the other side of the room, his arms crossed over his chest and his concerned eyes trailed on you. Once your gazes meet, he’s quick to look away. 

The doctor clears his throat, gaining your attention and looking between you two. “I’ll leave you to rest then. I’ll be back in a few hours.” He throws Bucky a small smile and nods then leaves, closing the door lightly behind you.

“Why did you do it?” As soon as the door closes, Bucky blurts out the seemingly pressing question.

Your head snaps towards him and you frown. “Buck-”

“No,” he stalks over to you, his jaw clenched. “Why Y/n? I-I just. I-I n-” he pauses his breaking speech and lets a small sigh leave his lips, closing his eyes tightly. 

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. He finally opens his eyes, they’re damp, his jaw clenched so hard, it’s difficult to believe it wasn’t broken by now. 

“I need to know why y-you’d ever even consider-”

You interrupt him, your voice soft. “C-can we not talk about this? I,” you swallow the lump in your throat. “ I don’t feel comfortable.”

He grips the corners of your bed tightly, his knuckles turning white and his eyes set on your bandaged wrists, which you self-consciously hide from his view. “Y/n, you almost died. You can’t really expect me-”

You look him in the eyes, your own pleading. “Please Bucky.”

He scoffs, hangs his head and nods. His response is but a whisper. “Fine.” 

You sag at his compliant response, relief flooding you. After a second of tense silence, you decide to break it.

“Where is everybody?” 

He throws you a look, conveying the fact that he knew you were trying to change the subject, but true to his word doesn’t comment on it. “They’re waiting outside. You scared us doll.” He looks you in the eye then chuckles humorlessly. 

You hate to admit it, but you had were disappointed he hadn’t been personally affected by the whole ordeal. You know it’s wrong to feel this way, and you feel horrible about it, but you also can’t help it. 

Biting your lip, you elude his gaze, fiddling with the paper-thin hospital sheets laying on you. “That wasn’t my intention. I thought no one would notice.” Your last sentence is uttered reluctantly, scared of Bucky’s reaction to your confession.

Bucky lets out a small, incredulous scoff. “Not your intention Y/n? Y-you...are you kidding me? Did you really think no one would notice that you-” the vein in his neck is sticking out. He runs his hand through his face, a frustrated habit of his. Then his gaze flickers back to you, significantly softer and filled concern. 

“Do you know what it was like to find you laying in that bathroom floor, Y/n?” he swallows thickly, clearly pushing back tears. “I,” he holds his hands out, staring at them with a terrified glance. “I held your limp body in my hands. There was blood everywhere. Your blood, on me.” He looks down at himself. You suck in a sharp breath. 

He fists his hands and closes his eyes painfully. “And the worst part? I saw the life leave your eyes. I kept begging you to stay with me. Not to leave because,” his hand snakes into yours. You squeeze his hand tightly, holding back tears of your own. He seemed to understand what you meant and continued speak in a broken voice. “Because the thought of you dead, Y/n, terrified me. Lord knows I need you.” A single tear slides down his cheek, leaving a small wet trail on his cheek.

He doesn’t make a move to wipe it away, his eyes trained on you. He stares into your eyes and you do the same, ignoring your racing heart in the process, and searching for any type of sign that he was lying. But you can’t find anything that wasn’t sincerity and painful indignation in them. 

Your breath hitches in your throat at his words. What did he mean he needs you? You only just started talking. 

And yet, as you asked yourself the question, you realize, James Buchanan Barnes is the only person that could understand what you’d gone through. He might not know what it was, but he had the look. The one of someone tortured by their past. The same look you had. 

Maybe James Buchanan Barnes cared and trusted you enough to see this side of him because you and he were so similar. 

Maybe James Buchanan Barnes and you were destined to meet. 

***

A few hours fly by. Bucky leaves and the rest of the Avengers suddenly invade your hospital room. His still words float around in your brain a dozen times more. And you blush profusely, trying to repress the small smile you’d always feel creeping onto your face. It wasn’t of much help.

“Y/n?! Oh my God, you scared me!” Wanda rushes over as soon as her eyes land on you and tugs you into a bone-crushing hug. She buries her face into your hair. “Don’t ever do that again, please.” You smile and pat her back, holding back the urge to reciprocate her worried statement with one reminding her you couldn't possibly promise her that. 

Then, Tony runs over, taking your hands into his, his eyes stare at you with such heartbreaking sadness, it’s hard to not feel guilty.  “Oh, Buttercup...I’m so sorry.” 

You gulp, nodding and offering a forced smile. He looks like he wants to say more, but doesn’t do anything further. Something you're incredibly thankful for.

One by one, the Avengers offer you hugs and Thor even brought you a huge teddy bear, stating “So you don’t feel lonely at night Lady Y/n.” Your heart warms at their words and caring gestures. 

It’s sad, but you’d never felt more a part of the team than now. 

Steve and Bucky are nowhere in sight, which only serves to sadden and worry you. But you push those feelings aside, focusing on the lightening mood the rest of the Avengers had created in your small hospital room. 

Finally, the question burning deep in your brain you frown. “Hey, guys? Where are Bucky and Steve?” 

The room immediately goes silent and your eyebrows only plunge lower. The Avengers look at eachother. “What?”

Tony looks over at you, sighing. “They’re...talking outside.”

You raise a brow. “Why do I get the feeling you’re lying?” 

Tony lets out another sigh, looking directly at Natasha, who widens her eyes generously and shakes her head. You scoff. 

“You know, for a super spy you aren’t very sneaky Nat.” Her head snaps over to you and she smiles sheepishly. 

“Where are they?”

Tony lets his shoulders sag, defeated. “They- Y/n. I’m gonna tell you-”

“Tony, don’t,” Natasha warns.

Tony dismisses her with his hand, then turns back to you. “But you have to promise me you won’t leave this room if I do.”

You huff. “Deal. Now spill.”

“Steve and Bucky...are,” Tony swallows, seeming regretful about opening his mouth. You glare at him. 

“They’re what Tony?”

Tony presses his lips together. “Well, you know, it started out as a small discussion then,” he shrugs. “They started getting a little more aggressive with eachother and-”

“Tony.”

“Well Bucky, sort of, kind of,-”

“Tony!”

Tony jumps, startled. 

Thor laughs loudly from behind him. “I think what the man of iron is trying to express in words lady Y/n, is that the soldier for the colder seasons drepa the captain.

When all you offer as a response is small, confused look, he grins amusedly, clarifying. “Or as you Americans would like to call it; Bucky snapped Steve in half like a twig.”

Your eyes widen in alarm and you rush to take off your blanket. “He what? W-where are they? Is anyone seriously hurt?” 

Tony’s eyes widen with urgency and Natasha is quick to cut in, her voice, as usual, monotone. “I think Thor’s being a little dramatic.”

Thor glares at her, “Hey!”

Natasha continues, disregarding his small protest. “Bucky didn’t kill Steve. He just...roughed him up a bit.” She shrugs nonchalantly. 

“Uh, you call giving him a broken nose, two fractured ribs, and a black eye, roughing him up?” Tony puts his fingers in quotes and throws her an incredulous look.

“What?”

“Okay, maybe it was a bit harsh, but Steve deserved it,” Natasha admits. 

“Guys.”

“I agree, he was being a dick to Y/n. But did you see the way he jumped on Steve when he mentioned Y/n? It was so slick!” Wanda gushes with a small smirk.

“Guys.”

Thor snickers. “It was one of the most savage yet satisfying things my old Norseman eyes have ever had the pleasure of seeing.”

Tony turns to him, horrified. “You find this amusing, Thor?! He could’ve killed him!”

“Oh come on Tony. Don’t be overdramatic, Steve is strong enough,” Clint scoffs. 

“Guys!” All their heads snap towards you and growl. 

“What the fuck happened between them?!” 

***

BUCKY’S POV (A FEW HOURS EARLIER)

I step out of Y/n’s hospital room, my heart beating at a rapid pace. Goddamn it. Why did she have to make me feel so damn vulnerable?

I look up just to find Steve standing there, the rest of the team close behind, and a concerned look etched on his face as he headed for Y/n’s door. 

“Bucky. You were with her in the ambulance, have they told you anything?”

I can hear him talking to me. I can even see his facial muscles and his mouth moving, but I couldn’t register anything he was saying. All I could really hear and see was red. The more he talks, the angrier I get. 

“Is she okay?”

That registered at least. I clench my teeth and fist my hands. 

Steve frowns. “Buck?”

“Leave.” Is all I growl, refusing to let him so much as look at Y/n’s door. 

“What-”

“I said; leave.” I’m now standing nose to nose with him, anger pulsing through my veins like never before. 

Steve clenches his jaw. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you Bucky, but I’m gonna go see Y/n. So if you’ll excuse me,” just as Steve tries to sidestep me I beat him to it and push his chest back. 

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me is that that girl in there,” I throw my thumb over my shoulder aggressively. “Has been through hell and back. She doesn’t need you to remind her of why she did what she did.” Steve swallows thickly but continues looking at me evenly, refusing to back down. “Leave, man. This is the last time I’m gonna say it. You don’t deserve to see her.” I glance at the team. “In fact, none of you do. You did this to her.”

Steve scoffs. “No, Bucky. Y/n did this to herself it was her choice.”

I can see Tony cringe from the corner of my eye. Wrong choice of words Steve. 

I look at him calmly. “Say that again. I dare you.”

Steve squares his shoulders and puffs his chest. “I said; we had no influence in Y/n’s choice. She was the one who decided to-”

I didn’t wait for him to finish, pounding on him and bringing my fist down onto his face. I heard a sickening crack come from his nose but I didn’t stop, punching at everything I could get my knuckles on. “It’s...all...your...fault.”

Honestly, I don’t know where the hell I got the strength to take Captain America down in one move and on top of that be beating him to a pulp, but right now I don’t care.

He finally manages to push me off him, his face bloody and his breaths coming in labored pants. Nurses and doctors are rushing over to see what the commotion was all about. 

I don’t wait for them, dodging the aiding Avengers’ hands with a level of stealth even I didn’t know I had. I was so angry. I kick him in the ribs, ignoring his painful grunts, and sit on his stomach, my hands lunging for and tightly gripping his throat. 

I could only see red flashing behind my lids. I was pissed, sure, but I would never kill Steve, not really.

Steve continues to scratch at my hands and the rest of the Avengers are trying to pry me off. I scowl. “I should kill you for what you did, but I won’t. Believe it or not, Y/n would never forgive me for it. Even after you hurt her so much.” Then I stood up, ripped my arms from the team’s grips and stormed off, bumping my shoulder harshly with Natasha’s on my way out. 

Read Chapter Five Here!!

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Okay, here it is folks!!

I honestly need a Bucky in my life, lol.

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Love Gone Wrong (Part 2)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Stray Kids!Fairy Tail Crossover

Reader x Hyunjin (OC x Jisung)

Comedy/Drama

A/N: Hey all. So I was kinda hoping this fic would be a little more popular but it is what it is. It’s still fun to write so I’ll just do it for me I guess lol. Here’s the next part. (It’s long af) ~Yosei

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. (Cause if I did, it would be a whole lot different hehe.)

District 9 Guild:

Chan - Celestial Mage (can summon celestial spirits in battle using gate keys) Woojin - Solid Script Mage (the ability to make words solid and throw them, they act as the substance that they spell) Minho - Requip Mage (the ability to store objects in a pocket dimension and summon them at any time) Changbin - Shadow Mage (can bend shadows to their will, can merge with shadows) Hyunjin - Ice Make Mage (can make objects using the element of ice) Jisung - Lightening Mage (can generate and manipulate bolts of lightning) Felix - Light Mage (manifests user’s positive feelings into physical form of light) Seungmin - Take-over Mage: Beast Soul (can transform any part or all of themselves into the form of any beast) Jeongin - Take-over Mage: Animal Soul (can transform any part or all of themselves into the form of any animal) Theresa (OC) - Fire Mage (can generate and use the element of fire) Reader (You) - Water Mage (can generate and manipulate the element of water)

Fiore Kingdom - A country in Earth Land

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Previously on Love Gone Wrong:

Instead of Jisung going to Theresa and Hyunjin going to you, the opposite happened. Jisung grabbed your hand, giving it a kiss, a glazed, happy look on his face. “Y/N, my love.”

Hyunjin caresses Therea’s face, also a glazed, happy look on his face. “Theresa, my darling.”

They speak at the same time. “Will you go out with me?”

Both of you take a step back immediately. You two look at eachother, wide eyed.

“Oh shit.”

~~~

“Oh shit.”

You and Theresa back away from your two teammates, causing their facial expressions to change to sadness and confusion. The both of you smile awkwardly at the boys.

“Where are you going?” Hyunjin looks at Theresa sadly, grabbing her wrist.

Theresa looks to you for help. You pry Hyunjin's grip from her wrist and grab her arm, backing away.

“We'll be right back.” You chuckle awkwardly. You pull Theresa with you and hurry away from the boys.

“Hurry back, Y/N!” Jisung sighs in adoration.

Once you two are far enough away, you both start to freak out. “What the hell happened?!” Theresa’s eyes wide and full of confusion.

Your hands come up, holding the sides of your head, a headache starting to form. “I have no idea! This wasn't supposed to happen! What did we do wrong?!”

The two of you stop to think back to the last few hours. You both go step by step in your heads from when you got to the magic shop to where you are now. That's when it suddenly hit you.

“Shit, I know what happened.” You drop your hands to your sides. “When Seungmin accidently knocked over the bottles, we must have picked up each others.”

Theresa’s face pales. “Fuck, what do we do now?! How do we reverse it?!”

You grab your backpack and dig through it to find the empty bottles of potion. You pull them out and look all over the bottle. Unfortunately, there was no information.

Your anger got the best of you, causing you to throw the empty potion bottles at the wall. Your anger manifested into an angry rain cloud above your head. Soon, you were drenched in water.

“Hey Y/N, you're raining again-”

“OH MY GOD MINHO, SHUT UP. Or so help me Mavis, your bundles will be wet for a MONTH!” You send the Requip mage a death glare. It shuts him up instantly, while looking slightly offended at the bundle comment.

You once again wave the rain cloud away. Suddenly you hear a voice coming from behind you.

“Awe, Y/N is sad. I don't like to see you sad!” You hear a poof and turn to see Jeongin had transformed into a Fennec Fox, one of your favorite animals. You squeal and pick him up, cuddling him close.

“Ahh, how are you so friggen cute?!” You give Jeongin a small kiss on the top of his furry head making him purr in delight.

“Yah! What do you think you're doing with my woman-”

Theresa claps a hand over Jisung's mouth, muffling the last few words. Jeongin and Minho look at you and Jisung with a weird look.

“Did Jisung just call you his...woman?”

You let out an awkward laugh and place Jeongin gently down on the table. “Whaaaaaat, you're hearing things.” You change the subject immediately. “Oh, well look at the time. We have a job to go on. Let's go Theresa, Hyunjin.”

You grab Hyunjin by the wrist and drag him outside, all the while protesting. Theresa follows close behind, pushing Jisung along. The four of you make it outside.

You and Theresa let go of the boys. “Alright, you two stay RIGHT HERE. Don't move.”

Theresa grabs your hand and pulls you off to the side. Theresa turns back to you to speak but notices Hyunjin and Jisung slowly following.

“Hey! I said stay.”

The two of you take a few more steps away, but once again, you were followed.

“STOOOOOP! Don't follow us!” You point at the two boys, making them whine.

Once you are sure they aren't within earshot, Theresa speaks. “What are we going to do? There were no directions on the bottle! We don't know how to reverse this!”

You think for a moment. “Well, we could go back to the magic shop. Maybe the owner has an idea of what to do.”

Theresa agrees with you. You're about to turn back but feel two arms snake around your waist, a chin resting on your shoulder.

“I swear to God, if that's you Jisung, I'll drown you.” you growl.

“Awe, don't be like that Y/N. You know I just love you.”

You feel an electric jolt course through your body. You yelp and push Jisung away. Your body twitches slightly before going back to normal.

“Goddamnit Jisung! I told you that you can't touch me! You might kill me!”

Jisung pouts. Hyunjin laughs and pulls Theresa close to him, an arm around her waist.

“Awe, poor Jisungie can't touch his woman. That must really suck for you.”

Theresa screams suddenly and instinctively throws a fireball at Hyunjin. He backs away quickly.

“What the fu-” Theresa looks down at her side to see a small sheet of ice attached to her hip. “Hyunjin, you dumbass, you froze me?!”

You're shocked. “What the hell? How is that possible? You're inner body temperature is over 100°!”

Theresa holds a red glowing hand over the ice sheet, instantly melting it. “I have no idea, but something tells me it's this stupid potion.”

“Alright, we need to get to the magic shop quick.” You look over at the boys who were looking at the two of you like lost puppies. You sigh, “alright, come on you two.”

“Where are we going? Are we finally going on our date, Resa?” Hyunjin purrs.

Theresa gives him a dumbfounded look. “What? No! We just have a few errands to run. Jeez.”

The four of you begin your walk to the mysterious magic shop. You wish you could say the trip was a nice, quiet and pleasant walk to your destination. However, that was hardly the case.

Theresa had Hyunjin constantly pestering her about their lives together and how happy they will be in the future. You would have been a little jealous, had you not Jisung’s ass constantly trying to hold your hand or kiss your cheek. It took every ounce of your patience not to drown the boy next to you.

Your team is approaching the intended destination, when Jisung jump tackles you from behind, knocking you over. You feel slight jolts of electricity going through your body. You push him off of you.

“JISUNG WILL YOU KNOCK IT OFF. I KEEP TELLING YOU, YOUR LIGHTNING HURTS.”

The boy pouts, “I just want to be able to touch my girlfriend…”

“Holy hell, Jisung. I love you and all, but for the last time, I'M NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND.”

Jisung let's out a small gasp, a wide grin forming across his face. “Y-You love me?”

You facepalm. “Oh my God, I can't deal with you.”

“Um, Y/N…” Theresa interrupts you, tapping you on the shoulder. You give her a questioning look. “Look…”

You follow her pointing finger to the location of the magic shop. Or, at least, where the magic shop was supposed to be. Now, all you see of the previous shop, is nothing but an empty lot.

“No no no! Where is it?!” Your anxiety hits you like a truck. You start to hyperventilate, looking frantically around. “It had to be here! It couldn't have just disappeared into thin air!”

Theresa puts a shaky hand onto your shoulder, trying to calm you down. “It's gone, Y/N. It's not anywhere around here.”

You felt everything crumble. Your best friends are under a spell you don't know how to reverse, your other best friend has to watch the love of her life pine after you. You have to watch the love of your life want her.

“This is all my fault.” You mumble, sounding defeated.

“Y/N, look at me,” she shakes your shoulders. You raise your head to look at your best friend. “This isn't your fault. We were both selfish and naïve to think we could force them to love us.”

You wanted to cry, but you held it together as best you could. “What if they're like this forever?”

Theresa shakes her head. “There has to be a way to reverse all this.”

Both of you sit there for a moment, really thinking this through. You both try to ignore the boys who are arguing back and forth who has the best girlfriend.

You lean over and whisper to your friend. “When will they come to realize we aren't there girlfriends?”

Theresa rolls her eyes, “only when this stupid potion is reversed.”

You sigh, “man, I wish Chan or Woojin were here, they'd know what to do.” You mumble.

“THAT'S IT!” Theresa practically screams into your ear. You fall over from surprise, hitting your head on the concrete.

“Ow, what the hell!” You hold your head in pain.

Jisung runs to you, checking you over. “Are you okay, my love?! Are you hurt?!”

You gently push him away from you. “Yeah I'm fine. Thanks.”

Jisung turns to Theresa with a glare. “How dare you hurt the love of my life!” He produces a ball of lightning in his hands.

“Hey, back off!” Hyunjin jumps in front of Theresa, defending her. He gets into his ice make stance, a cold mist emanating from his hands.

You stand up, your irritation growing. You hold out your hands towards the two boys ready to fight.

“Water lock!”

A huge sphere surrounds the two boys, engulfing them in water. They immediately stop and look at you, breaths being held.

“Now, are you two done? We have other things we need to be worrying about, this not being one of them!”

The boys nodded simultaneously. You drop your hands to your sides, causing the sphere of water to disappear. Both boys fall on their butts with a groan.

“God, it's like taking care of children.” You mumble. You turn to Theresa with a strained smile. “Now, what were you saying?”

Theresa clears her throat awkwardly. “Alrighty then. Well, doesn't Chan have a Celestial spirit that knows a lot of information?”

“Oh yeah! Totally forgot about that,” you feel slight relief knowing there may be another option. “We better hurry, though. This is only getting worse. If we aren't careful, they may end up hurting us, each other or themselves…”

~~~

“Hey, Chan, Woojin, how are you?”

Chan and Woojin look up to the two of you, weary of your sudden question.

“Um, we're alright?”

“Do you think we could talk to you in, uh, private?” Theresa smiles convincingly.

Something clicks inside the two boys heads. “What did you two do now?” Woojin narrows his eyes.

“Why do you always assume we did something?” You cross your arm in an accusing tone.

Woojin and Chan both raise a brow.

“...yeah, okay, we did something.” Your hands drop to your sides, giving in.

“We really need your help with something important.”

“What happened? What's so important?”

You and Theresa look at each other, scared to tell them your secret. Theresa takes a deep breath. It's now or never.

“SoWeWereTiredOfJisungAndHyunjinNotNoticingUsSoWeGaveThemALovePotionToGetThemToNoticeUsButWeAccidentlySwitchedTheBottlesAndNowTheyLoveTheWrongPersonAndItsCausingOtherProblemsAsWellAndNowWeDontKnowHowToReverseIt!” Theresa finishes her long, fast explanation.

Chan and Woojin blink a few times. “Wait, what?”

Theresa swallows the lump in her throat and repeats herself slower. “We were tired of Jisung and Hyunjin not noticing us as more than teammates. So, we did a stupid thing and bought love potions.” Woojin and Chan's eyes got bigger with each bit of information. Theresa continues.

“Except we accidentally switched the bottles and now they're in love with the wrong person. It's causing so many more problems than anything. They almost just literally fought because of a small incident. We tried to go back to the shop and get a reversal spell but the shop is gone.”

You pick up the last of the explanation. “We don't know how to reverse it. We were hoping one of you could help us.”

Woojin and Chan sit there, their mouths hanging open in shock. Woojin raises a hand in the air.

“Solid Script: Water!”

The two of you looked up to see the word 'Water’ written above your heads. Just then a shower of water drenches the two of you. You want to protest, upset that your own element was used against you. But you both knew you deserved it.

“Are you two insane?! You can't interfere with someone's emotions like that, especially such a strong emotion as love! I'm surprised they haven't killed each other yet!” Chan throws his hands up, his anger showing.

“If this isn't fixed soon, the love will turn to rage and jealousy. Since neither of you want to accept the love from the other, they will think if they can't have you, no one can.” Woojin raises a brow. “Whos idea was this anyhow?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and raise a shaky hand. “T-that would be me.”

Chan shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I expected more out of you Y/N.”

You nod, tears threatening to escape. You tilt your head up to avoid tears streaming down your face. Theresa grabs your hand and squeezes it tightly in reassurance.

“Please, can you help us?”

Both boys sigh. “Yeah, of course we will. Where are the boys now?”

“Well,” Theresa starts. “We convinced them to leave us be by telling them we think Seungmin is stronger than them. So now they're over there having a weight lifting competition.”

Woojin and Chan turn to face the other side of the guild hall. Seungmin has transformed into a cheetah type beast, lifting one of the tables. Jisung and Hyunjin are protesting, telling him that's cheating.

Chan rolls his eyes and turns back to the two of you. “Alright, well, since those two are occupied, let's see what Crux has to say.”

Chan takes one of his keys off his key ring and held it in the air.

“Open: Gate of the Southern Cross, Crux!”

You hear a sound almost like a doorbell ringing. Suddenly there was a puff of smoke and then a giant silver cross with a long mustache appears.

“Heh” was all he said.

“Hey, Crux. I got a job for you. Could you tell us if there is a way to reverse a love spell?”

Crux nods. He closes his eyes and is...asleep?! You watch as Crux falls a sleep, practically snoring. You lean over to Chan.

“Um, is he asleep?”

Chan shakes his head. “No, he's just searching.”

“Oh” was all you said. You and Theresa wait expectantly for Crux to finish his searching.

“AHH!” Crux screeches. You and Theresa scream also in surprise. Chan chuckles, amused.

“So, what did you find?”

“To reverse a love spell, the caster must kiss the infected. It will cancel out the love spell and revert everything back to normal.”

Your face pales. That means you have to kiss Jisung and Theresa has to kiss Hyunjin.

“Is there any other way?”

When you ask the question, you suddenly see Crux has appeared to have fallen asleep again.

“Oh, is he searching again?” Theresa asks.

“No, now he's alseep.”

Both of you groan loudly. Theresa turns to you, a terrified look on her face. “Do I really have to kiss Hyunjin?”

You nod slowly, dreading your kiss with Jisung. “Yeah, I'm not too thrilled about it either.”

“Well, you two better do it quick. I don't know how much longer it'll be before they hurt each other.” Woojin gestures to where the boys are. You two turn to see them shooting icicles and lightning bolts at each other. A quarter of the guild hall is being destroyed.

“Oh for fucks sake.. JISUNG, HYUNJIN, GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE.” Theresa screams at them.

Both Hyunjin and Jisung bound happily over to the two girls. Jisung stops in front of you, Hyunjin in front of Theresa. Both of you look at each other, nodding in reassurance.

You turns to Jisung and put your hands gently on his cheeks. When you did this, he looked like he could instantly die from happiness.

You and Theresa lean towards Jisung and Hyunjin, bringing your lips together into a life saving kiss...

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Masterlist

[loghainmactir]

how does padril get along with others in the origin crew?? i love him so much i need All the info on him 😩😩

ohohoho!!!!! this is so sweet thank u so much!!! so, like, alphabetically:

alistair’s his best friend through all of origins; he actually harbours a lowkey crush on him but never gets the nerve to tell him (and alistair was too oblivious). they’re SUPER close, share everything with eachother, and they literally were practically attached at the hip. and then loghain happens, essentially, lmao, and alistair gets PISSED. they reconnect later but they’re never the same. that’s all in the fic i’m writing, though. :^)

dog (who he called dannan!) is his baby……….. padril spotted him post-ostagar and literally almost cried jsdgfnkjdfg.

leliana…………. he’s good friends w leli! originally, he was super unsure of her; like, haha, cool………. this shem thinks she can talk to the maker…….. ok.jpg……….. but they grow closer during origins. leliana was often there to encourage him & be a shoulder to lean on for him during the blight, and conversely, padril was always an ear for leliana when speakin about the maker and the chantry and her visions (even if he didn’t get it– i feel like not many other companions were too keen on it? lmao) and helped her get rid of marjolaine. they find eachother in inquisition again and cry together lmao

morrigan………… is difficult to answer. here’s the thing: padril’s super emotional, morrigan is….. not. i’m sure they warmed & respected eachother at the end of origins, but their way of processing situations and feelings is SO different (though they have some similarities!). padril lets his emotions take control of him often, he’s often unsure of himself, and he’ll ALWAYS help people no matter the cost. morrigan is the exact opposite– she bottles it all up, she knows what she’s capable of and she’s confident about it, and she doesn’t openly like helping people djfgndfgk. similarities wise, though, they both let other people decide shit for them– the dark ritual and padril as a warden In General. during the blight their relationship is tense and very avoidant, but at the end they both kinda sit down and they just go…. “well, it’s been a year, huh.” padril gets SO FUCKING MAD when he finds out about flemeth’s abuse towards morrigan, and morrigan just shrugs it off and that makes him madder, which is… difficult. but in inquisition, when padril arrives at skyhold, they wind up hugging it out!!

oghren: A BRO, a buddy!!! they’re both really warm to eachother and they were like that almost from the get-go!!! in the next chapter of my fic it shows a lot. padril appreciates his sense of humour (but doesn’t let him get away w nasty stuff) and his loyalty, while oghren appreciates that padril never stops encouraging, helping and believing in him. it’s a really brotherly, warm relationship they have where they drink together, snap at eachother occasionally, and then gross eachother out.

shale: kinda similar to oghren and leliana. padril doesn’t really get a lot of what shale says, BUT they bond over sarcasm directed @ shems and shale’s pretty, sparkly gems! padril misses shale a great deal, because their bluntness is something padril needs (and while loghain’s great for that, there’s nothing like being nonhuman and grumbling about humans together, lmao)

sten: another weird one. pad is super hesitate originally with sten; he slaughtered all those people, after all. BUT padril’s usually not judgemental without good reason, and he tries to figure out someone’s motives for stuff and then make a judgement on it, and he believes in second chances. he gets really close to sten as they work out eachother’s personalities and the backgrounds they come from. wanna know a secret? sten is the second person in the origins crew that padril tells about him being trans– he tells alistair first, and it comes up in a private conversation that he and sten have. sten is immediately like “ah!!! like the aqun-athlok!!!” and they both go !!!! at eachother lmao (in sten’s own sten way, lmao)

wynne: got on padril’s nerves, lmao. she kept butting in on his relationships and choices and often made pad feel bad about them. ESPECIALLY regarding recruiting loghain. padril felt like he was being watched like a hawk whenever wynne was in the party, and he didn’t appreciate it in the slightest. he likes her, but there were moments where he considered telling her to stick a sock in it because she could be so rude, honestly, especially re: zevran!!!

zevran: highkey padril almost fell in love with this asshole. they have a relationship through origins, but padril admits he’s not in the right place to go any further because the blight was a lot and he was scared he was going to either lose zevran or he’d die and leave zevran alone and he wasn’t ready for that. along similar lines to alistair, they were both really close and shared a lot with eachother. padril had to teach him how to properly unlock locks lmfao, and zev helped him with his dagger skills. but yeah, if loghain hadn’t shoved his ancient ass into the party, they absolutely would’ve been a thing post blight :^) he also looks after their kids occasionally & pad writes him frequent letters when he’s back in antiva!!

[maybe-i-like-the-misery]

I, had a dream, once... or twice

Soo..... reoccurring dreams. Those are fun. Especially when you can remember odd details about them you prooobably shouldn't be able to remember about a dream. Anyway, here's a little "story" about my most consistent reoccurring dream. (If anyone was to ask me questions about this dream I'd be more than happy to oblige)

Tw: just creepy stuff in general — specifics are rotten food, kind-of corpses (it makes more sense if you read it ig).

@poison-lyra

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It starts when I wake up. I am in a car that is not my own, looking out the window at a landscape that feels so much more familiar than it looks.

I'm in the back seat, with my brother next to me. My sister has taken her place by the other window, but she is looking straight ahead. Our parents are in the front driving. There is silence, all over.

Someone says we're running out of food. My father nods, like he's expected it, or planned it, and drives for what feels like a handful of seconds, but I know must be more, before taking a turn left. Or right. I recognise the place, places I've been melded together to form it.

I can see a red brick house with one floor, but looks like it could have two. The ground is made of gravel, pebbles and dirt sticking together. There is a thin line of trees someway to our left.

Next to the house is a beaten-down camper van. It's tilted sideways, but I don't feel like I am standing on a hill. My family starts to walk towards it, and I follow. They go inside. I follow.

The first thing i see is an old woman — the oldest I've ever seen — sitting in the drivers seat and looking out of the front window. Her hands are on the arm rests by her sides, and she is sitting on her hair. Her hair is so long, solid silver in colour, that it would be impossible not to.

Her eyes are a strange mix between glassy and fogged over, like they cannot decide between living and dying, or are stuck in some place in between. She is not breathing. She is not dead.

I hear a call from further inside the van. I go inside, and see it is much bigger on the inside than it should be. There is carpet on everything. The floor. The edges of furniture. Pieces of the walls. No one else seems to notice. They are too busy collecting food to take.

There are two people sitting in a booth across from eachother with a table in between. The closest to me is a large man, who looks like he is not fat, but rather has had himself stretched out in each direction and pumped with something thick and puffy. There is a plate in front of him, piled to the top with rotted food, mold contorting it to be unrecognizable. He is frozen in the position of leaning forwards and down, his mouth open, his spoon filled with rot an inch from his face. His eyes are just like the woman in the front's. Something in me says she is his mother.

Across from him is a woman. She looks like the complete opposite of him — unnaturally thin, with sharp bones prominent and poking out under her skin. Her hair is short and dark, her posture perfect, her expression more clean. She also has a plate, and her fork is being held more loosely than his. She doesn't look like she was planning on lifting it any time soon.

They are not breathing. They are not dead.

Looking around the van I see my family opening drawers, cupboards and containers. They are taking the food. It is still molded, but only slightly so. They don't seem to mind.

Instead of helping, I look around. In a corner to the side, I remember seeing a little girl. She had a skipping rope, and hair like her mother's in style but lighter. She's not around anymore. I vaguely wonder where she went.

I turn away from the corner. There is a door set into the wall, it's outskirts covered in carpet like wallpaper. The door is open slightly, and a strip of golden light is coming out from the opening. I open the door.

If there is a stereotypical teenager's bedroom, I think, this would be it. The walls are covered in magazine clippings and posters I cannot remember the pictures of, so many that it looks like their sole purpose is to hide the carpet beneath them. As if they were put there by the only person in the house that thought it was as strange as I do. There is a vanity on the wall across from the door. It has books strewn across it, pens and pencils laying on the paper. I can see the pages are of some unfinished homework. It will not be completed any time soon.

The next thing I see is the bed. In such a small room, it looks like there is almost nothing else there, but it is not the bed that interests me. It is what is on it.

A teenage boy is lying on the bed with his eyes closed. His feet are propped up against the headboard, and his head is just grazing the bottom edge of the mattress. He has a large set of black headphones over his ears, the wire tucked into the fabric of his jacket, and a tiny smile on his lips. His hands are folded over his stomach tightly. I stare at him. I cannot see his eyes, and can't tell if he is breathing. I stare at him some more. Was that a breath there? Or just a shuffle of my sister's feet in the next room? It's so hard to tell. It's always so hard to tell. He doesn't look as cold as his family. I feel like I should say something, like he's important, and at any second I could lose my chance to.

I take a breath. I open my mouth to speak, and....

My sister calls me from the other room. I leave, and let her pile boxes of eggs into my hands. It's almost as if they're fresh ones. We get into the car. I am careful not to break the eggs. We drive away in silence, and My head falls against the window again. I close my eyes.

I wake up.

[salsabubble]

🍏 💃 ☢️ For Mikka! 📒 👻 🌟 For Konn!

The answers are under the cut, it got -very- lengthy!

🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist (Mikka)

With a slight sigh the brown-skinned, golden-haired guy taps a nail against the table he’s leant againsts, considering this question in all seriousness. He takes his glasses off his face and cleans them by rubbing the part he sees through in between two fingers and his (tight) shirt, responding when he places it back on his nose. “I do suppose I do not enjoy the existence of the Inquest. I have nothing against a giant organisation like that, and I’m well aware they’re a part of Asura society as much as any of the other giant organisations, but… Hm.”Mikka rubs the back of his head. “I’d just like them to be less… Inquest, I guess. I’m generalizing a lot, I’m aware, but most of those horrible stories you hear about the organisation… yeah, that makes me to rather want them gone. Or -different-, at least.”

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others (Mikka)

This question draws a smile out of him, and he leans his chin on his hand while leaning his elbow on the table in between him and the one asking the questions. “Oh there’s -plenty- things I keep hidden from others, but I will make an exception for you~ A talent you say? Hmm…” Mikka taps his nose with one of the fingers of the hand he’s leaning his chin on, thinking this over.

“Well, leaving the evident things like how good I am in under-the-sheets matters aside, if you catch my meaning,-” A fat wink happens here, but he might be joking. “-I’d guess I -am- a rather good cook. Some might not expect a waiter with such an amazing boss ( @aketan/ @flame-squad ) to also be a devastatingly good cook, but what can I say~ I’m full of surprises.” An almost vile smirk happens when he shrugs and leans back, looking exceedingly pleased with himself.

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps (Mikka)

“A scandal or controversy…?” The large man cants his head and leans in, a sweet edge creeping into his voice. “Does my private life interest you~? Such a… -bold- question, wouldn’t you say?” A wink happens at that, but he chuckles amusedly afterwards.

“Then again I suppose that is the point of this little get-together of ours. Which I am -thoroughly- enjoying, by the by~” He rests his lower arms on the table and studies the door for a moment before continuing. “I suppose there was this one thing with a girl whose thoroughly misunderstood at the restaurant. That was… a fiasco, yes. In the end it all turned out to be alright, but at the time… yes, it was very awkward.”

His ears are perked and he looks amused at further inquiry. “Telling you more would defeat the purpose of trying to keep it under wraps, no? Ask me again when we know eachother better~” 

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep  (Konn)

The black dome with the two blue ovals (they are probably meant to be eyes of some sort) turns in your direction after he pauses the game when you ask him this question. Pausing the game, Konn’s projected expression becomes a slightly embarrased one, and the slightly synthetic voice he can call his filters out from inside the helmet. “Oh… well. That’s, you see uhm…”

He lifts his fingers and taps the two indexes againt eachother, getting a sort of ‘it doesn’t really matter’ expression on his face (with the two ovals flattening slightly and a stylized blush appearing on his ‘cheeks’) as the two blue ovals flick to the side, like he’s looking away. “I can’t remember every cheat for every game I play or have played so I write them down on a datapad. It’s not cool, I know, but… it takes time to memorize them okay? Even for me!”

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone (Konn)

“Uhh… I mean I guess I could tell you cuz you sit with me and play video games with me… I really don’t like to look at guts? I mean like… real ones. Projected ones,” he gestures at the large screen in front of him, “-are fine cuz they’re not real, but there’s something about -real- ones that just… it’s weird. They’re like snakes except slimy and… and gross.” His large ears fan back uncomfortably, but then they perk right back up again.

“That something like what you’re looking for?”

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs (Konn)

This draws a -very- embarrased stylized expression out of him and the small athletic lad stares at you for a moment. “Uhh… I mean I guess that, all things considered… there’s someone I’d really want to notice me? But I mean, I’ve got a metal dome for a head and she doesn’t, but her ears are so… uhm…” His voice trails off then, his dome basically glowing as the stylized blush starts to take up most of it.

“It’s difficult okay?” Konn turns slightly offended. “I’d like to see -you- beat ‘Exit the Dragon III’ on Warmaster difficulty on your first try WITHOUT using the glitch that allows you to skip the second Shamuro bossfight and then kill ALL HIS FORMS. Cuz -I- did that! We all got things we can’t do okay?” His expression by now is quite literally a tilted version of >:[.

After this he’s quiet for a moment, and then he places a controller in front of you while starting multiplayer mode. He’s not looking at you and he’s not forgiving you, you’re imagining things.

[rainbowplaidvirgil]

Cinnamon Cookies - chapter Two

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Warnings: Mentions of pas trauma and abuse, anxiety, being a dick to foster kids

Logan led Virgil to creative writing, and they ended sitting in the back of the class together, because that’s where the empty seats were, and because Logan was the only person that Virgil knew. Apparently, the class was working on poetry for their current unit. Virgil could deal with that. He… had dabbled in it before. Dr. Picani had told him to try it, because it “might be a good way to get your feeling down on paper without that journaling that you seem to be so vehemently against.”

The teacher in the front of the class, whom Logan informed him was a man named Mr. Remy, began the class.

“Now, y’all,” he took a sip of the starbucks that he had in his hand, “I want you to really put some effort into this first project. I know, I know, poetry can be painful but I think this will be good for you guys. Get some feeling down on that paper.”

Right. Because Virgil was totally going to “get some feeling” down on a paper that he was going to hand in to a teacher he didn't know. He’d take the F on this project, thanks.

“There is one thing, though. You aren’t writing about yourself. You will be writing an ode to an object. It can be anything. A book, a trash can, cup of coffee,” he paused to gaze longingly at his Starbucks cup, sending a ripple of laughter through the class, “but seriously, it could be anything. Before we get started on that, we’re going to be reading an example of this called ‘Ode to My Socks’ by Pablo Neruda.”

Mr. Remy handed out the poems, and they read. Virgil supposed he liked the poem. It was a little odd, he guessed. They spent the rest of the class brainstorming and writing. Virgil decided that would write about Cinnamon cookies.

The rest of his classes until lunch were uneventful and nerve wracking. He didn't have anyone he knew. He guessed Dee, Thomas, and Logan all had different classes. When lunch came, he walked to the cafeteria nervously, shoulders drawn in, head looking at his own scuffed combat boots. He didn’t get a lunch, he wasn’t hungry, really. He looked around the cafeteria for a face he recognized.

“Hello Virgil. I see we have the same lunch,” he turned around and- yup, it was Logan, “would you like to sit with me. You do not have to, but I figured I would offer.”

“Oh, uh,” Virgil glanced around one more time for Thomas and Dee, but when he failed to find them, he nodded, “sure, why not.”

The two wandered to a quieter corner of the cafeteria, pretty much away from anyone else, and sat.

“How come you did not get lunch?” Logan inquired.

“Wasn’t hungry,” he shrugged.

“It is still beneficial to eat during mealtimes, even when one is not currently hungry. It helps to maintain a more consistent eating, and also sleeping, schedule.”

“... Right, Whatever you say, dude.”

“I say this only because I have noticed that you seem fatigued. While this fatigue may be unusual for you, I have no way of knowing., it is still troublesome. A lack of sleep ca-” Logan then got cut off, much to his annoyance.

“Virgil! There you are!” It was Thomas, with Dee and… someone Virgil didn't recognize in tow.

He exchanged an uncomfortable grimace with Logan as the three others sat down. Too many people already. He was fine if Dee and maybe Thomas sat there, but not anyone else. It seemed Logan shared his discomfort with unknown people.

“Sup,” he mumbled, playing with the zippers of his hoodie anxiously. He kept glancing at the other person whom had joined their midst anxiously, being careful not to stare. Didn’t want to repeat of this morning.He felt Logan’s eyes on him, but he decided not to make a big deal out of it.

“Virgil, this is Joan, my bestest friend! Joan, this is Virgil, my other new foster brother, and Dee’s twin,” Thomas introduced.

Joan stuck out their hand to greet Virgil properly. He hesitated momentarily before doing the same, and they shook hands briefly, but not briefly enough for Virgil’s tastes.

“It’s nice to meet you Virgil!”

“Oh, uh, yeah, likewise,” Virgil shrugged.

The rest of lunch passed, with Virgil curling in on himself and occasionally contributing to the dreaded smalltalk that had settled over the group. He made it through the rest of classes without incident, mercifully. Finally, it was time to go home.

Once he was out of the school building, Virgil could breathe a little easier. The three foster siblings spent a few moments looking for Patton’s car, before Thomas spotted it and directed them through the bustling traffic that plagued the school at 3:15 PM each week day.

As they approached the car, Virgil felt another pang of panic. There was an adult he didn’t recognize. He was dressed rather formally, in white and red and gold. There was an air of authority about him that left a bitter taste on Virgil’s tongue. He immediately did not trust this man.

“Hey kids!” Patton leaned forward a bit so they could see eachother past “the bad man,” as Virgil decided to label him in his head until he had a more suitable one. Seeing Patton calmed Virgil’s nerves little bit, but only just.

“This is Roman, my boyfriend,” Patton introduced cheerfully.

Roman gave the kids a small wave, a polished smile spreading on his face, “Hello, I am to assume you are the new foster children that my darling Patton had told me so much about?”

Virgil was reminded eerily of the wicked stepmother from Cinderella. He hoped he was wrong, and he was just misjudging (as Dr. Picani so often insisted he did,) but, he knew from experience, a lot of the times, he wasn’t wrong.

His anxiety only increased as he stepped into the back seat of the Jeep with Thomas and Dee. He looked over at Thomas and muttered, “have you met this guy before? I’m suspicious.”

“Once, he seems pretty okay, though,” Thomas mumbled back.

“Your fear is completely rational and you’re totally not overreacting,” Dee hissed.

“Have I been wrong before?” He sent a glare Dee’s way.

“You were right about Patton,” Dee countered triumphantly

“That’s one time and besides, it’s still too early to tell-”

“What are you kids whispering about back there?” Patton raised an eyebrow at them from the rearview mirror.

“Nothing!” thomas squeaked a little too quickly. Virgil appreciated the effort to cover for them, but… Thomas was not good at lying.

Roman hummed suspiciously, “they’re probably plotting against us, dearest. You know how foster kids are.”

Virgil growled. What had this guy just said about them? He understood when people said that about him, he was most definitely probably plotting against people all the time, but about Dee and Thomas? Who did this guy think he was. He opened his mouth to go off on this absolute bastard, but surprisingly, Patton beat him too it.

“Excuse me Roman,” Patton’s grip on the steering wheel tightened infinitesimally, “but I would really appreciate it if you didn’t generalize an entire group of people. All three of these kids are very sweet, and would never, ever hurt us. And need I remind you that that group of people you just insulted includes myself as well.”

Virgil blinked. Patton had been in foster care? That made Virgil trust him a little more. He had been in their situation. He knew how they must feel.

“You know I didn’t mean you, my lo-”

“Roman, please apologize to my three absolute angels, or you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

The other man sighed. “Fine, I’m sorry, you three, I’m sure you’re great kids. It’s just that you give me the heebie-jeebies. Especially the two dressed in black.”

“Thanks,” Virgil rolled his eyes.

“Well aren’t you sweet,” Dee grumbled.

“Roman, please, be nice,” Patton ground out through gritted teeth, before perking back up and changing the subject, “Anyway, we’re having fried chicken for dinner! WIth mac and cheese and corn!”

Patton’s demeanor change kind of concerned Virgil. There was no way he changed moods that quickly. But, he supposed, he would wait to say something. No use bringing it up when trapped in the care. Instead, he opted to pet Dee’s hair comfortingly, as his twin brother had laid his head on Virgil’s shoulder anyway.

[asagimeta]

Why was Annabelle dormant for 12 years?

I just finished rewatching Annabelle: Creation, and once again I'm left puzzled by one thing: Why was the evil spirit dormant for 12 years?

According to the original Annabelle, "Annabelle Higgins" (AKA: Janice) had been a perfectly normal girl until joining a cult months before killing her parents, but.. why was she normal before that? Remember that this is a girl who BRUTALLY murdered two people- including one who was bisected and pinned to a wall- and who tried valiantly to kill more, it isn't like she had a little touch of possession, she was EVIL, and she obviously was still possessed when the Higgins adopted her, otherwise she never would have chosen the name Annabelle and she certainly wouldn't have been able to sit there so happily and smile after everything she went through, so... what happened? Where did the demonic spirit go for the twelve years that "Annabelle" spent pretending to be normal?

The Conjuring franchise is... surprisingly tightly woven, for something that hadn't started out as a connected universe and something that's really just a series of popcorn flicks (they're good jump scares with cool special effects and interesting stories, but it isn't like any of them are going to be the next Shape Of Water) So far the four installments they have are VERY closely connected, even if you don't see the direct ties to eachother in blunt, hit-you-over-the-head ways that the end of Annabelle: Creation gave, they include great easter eggs for other films (such as the picture of Vallack in A:C and then the end-credits scene for The Nun) but also just great easter eggs in general (the doll given to Janice/"Annabelle" at the end is a closer replica to the REAL Annabelle doll, a Raggedy Ann, as opposed to the vastly stylized version in the movies) so I doubt that this is a real loose end, most likely they're either going to clear it up in Annabelle 3 (maybe doing something that takes place during those 12 years) or some other installment of the universe, that, or it was something that they assumed would be an obvious answer...

Here's the thing, as clever as the Conjuring universe is, it was a very unexpected hit, unlike a franchise like The Hobbit or Star Wars, a series that small named and experimental (experimental because, wile sequels have been a LONG standing part of horror cinema, The Conjuring is the first attempt at a connected universe) the makers of Annabelle couldn't lean back and rely with 100% that their movie would do well and thus the origin story would get made (this is, ofcourse, assuming they even had an origin story in mind at this point) much too often movies assume they're going to get a franchise and leave some TERRIBLY loose ends because of it- even movies that are adaptations of pre-existing franchises (Beautifull Creatures for example) Annabelle had to start somewhere and had to give a REASON for Annabelle Higgins to go crazy and kill her parents- thus why they said she'd joined a cult (and almost certainly why they decided to go with the name change, just in case this was as close as they came to an origin story)

If we go with the story of Annabelle without taking Creation into account, it LOOKS like a normal girl joined a cult and killed her parents as part of a satanic ritual (as was reported in Annabelle) then later bled into the doll and caused her satanic practices to possess it.... but there IS another way to look at this:

The demon was dormant because the doll was gone

The preist may have SAID that the doll was "just a doll" once the spirit had moved on to Janice, but let's be really honest here, preists are often wrong in these movies, and the preist is just going off the assumption that this was a normal possession, wich, according to The Conjuring, it wasn't....

So what if the demonic spirit DIDN'T let go of the doll when it possessed Janice? Considering the girls threw the doll in the police car (with good reason) we may never know for sure, but maybe the spirit was dormant in the doll not because it was gone, but because it was HALF gone, maybe the spirit seperated it's self like a hocrux, moving mostly into Janice but still leaving a seed in the doll because that's where the spirit was originally summoned, it had no choice (alernately, the doll could have the majority of the spirit, and what was left inside Janice was only a seed that, wile strong enough to cover up her memories and perhaps make some tweaks to her personality, isn't enough to pull off anything too evil) so as long as they were apart, neither half of the spirit was strong enough to do much of anything... as long as they were aprt

But something ELSE happened right before "Annabelle" killed her parents, she joined a cult yes, but just nextdoor, her parents' neighbors brought the doll back home... yes, "Annabelle" was estranged from the Higgins, but we don't know how far away she was currently living, or how far apart the two conduits have to be for the spirits to be weakened, the Mullens lived outside of a very small town and from the way it looked Janice ended up in a pretty decently sized city when she was adopted, her parents CERTAINLY  were living in a larger city by the time 12 years had passed, I'd say they were ATLEAST two or three towns over, if not more... but we have no reason to believe that "Annabelle" moved that far away when she joined the cult, for all we know she only lived an hour away- or even less, I'm sure she would have sensed the doll's pressence and gone back to it, alternately, she may have been deciding to visit her parents anyway, maybe because the satanic ritual that was mentioned really WAS the original motive, and the fact that the doll was there was only a huge coincidence that later completed the circuit of possession, when she was killed the rest of the entity returned to the doll where it was in the first place

I said earlier that this was no ordinary possession, the reason I say that is because Annabelle seems to be THE most haunted object in the Warrens' entire collection, out of everything they have, only Annabelle is in a glass case with an "Absolutely do NOT open!" sign on it, they wouldn't do that with any normal possession, or else the entire room would be sealed away behind glass

Annabelle is even stronger than the films make her seem and that's pretty impressive, but her biggest feat yet might just be managing to blend in for twelve years wile the two halves of her demonic spirit were apart...

[hopefulbangtan]

I’ll be your eyes (4) - Kim Taehyung (fluff/angst)

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Y/N is a lonely 14 year old girl who is blind. She doesn’t have any friends until she gets a new neighbour, Kim Taehyung. Kim Taehyung shows her the world in his own way.

3rd Persons Pov

“Well, it looks delicious.” Y/N joked as Tae was getting ready to open the pizza box.

Tae snorted and opened the box. The two ate in comfortable quiet as the radio lulled in the background.

“What time is it?” Y/N asked after they’d ate.

“Time you bought a watch,”

“Wow. SO original,” Y/N chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“Its 9pm.”

“Shall we go lay on my bed and talk? It’s comfier,”

So, the two went upstairs. Taehyung went to the guest room to get changed into his pyjamas. He opted for wearing a plain white cotton tee, and grey sweatpants.

He was confused, really confused. He doesn’t know why whenever Y/N was close his heart skipped beats, why whenever she smiled he felt his stomach flip. Even her laughing could send him in a haze. Was he getting sick?

He shakes these thoughts away and goes back to Y/N’s bedroom. She’d changed into a black ¾ sleeved top and grey shorts, he gulped silently and went to go sit on the opposite side of the bed to her. She heard him and shot a smile in his general direction. She had turned the TV on, and the big bang theory was running, quietly. The main light had been turned off and instead she had turned on a lamp (not that it changed anything to her, she only did it for Taehyung), giving the room a very cosy feel.

“Let’s lay under the covers, its comfier.” Taehyung suggested and they both moved under the duvet, they still laid on opposite sides of the bed, but they faced eachother, Tae’s heart sped up.

“Why don’t you go to school? There are people there who would be able to help you,” Taehyung said, nothing much louder than a whisper (and it didn’t need to be any louder).

“I hear some of the towns kids snickering about me when I passed them on the street. I wouldn’t like that 5 days a week,” She replied, voice no louder than Tae’s was.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?” Taehyung asked suddenly, then internally scolded himself for asking such an absurd question.

“No. Actually, you’re my first real friend. I had a few friends a while ago, but I don’t think they actually liked me. They made fun of me and then stopped contacting me after a few weeks,”

Taehyung felt his heart swell.

“I’ll never leave you, I promise,” He said quietly, and took one of Y/N’s small hands into his big ones.

Y/N smiled wide, and then closed her eyes. The two stayed quiet for a bit, content to just be laid there. They paid little attention to the television.

“Tell me what its like to see,” Y/N said quietly after a while, and Taehyung took a moment to respond.

He talked about how he associated different colours with different feelings, and how they could change, ‘Red. Sometimes it makes you feel really bad, but, sometimes it’s like elegance, and it’s something fancy and calming then. It can also mean love; hearts are red.’. He had difficulty explaining colours at first, but it got easier and easier. Y/N listened intently.

Neither of them really noticed, but as Tae explained, the two got closer and closer, until Y/N was wrapped up in Taehyung arms, and suddenly they both felt sleepy.

Taehyung woke up feeling warm, in his heart, he had Y/N in his arms, and he swears he’s never seen perfection like it. He pulls his arms tighter around her and she snuggled further into his chest. He peered at the clock- 10am. They had two hours before her dad came back.

He closed his eyes again and smiled to himself as he thought of Y/N.

When he felt her stir in her sleep, he opened his eyes and watched as she woke up.

“Morning,” His husky voice rung out.

“Morning.” Y/N said, voice still sleepy.

“I’ll make us breakfast in a bit. You like pancakes?”

“Who doesn’t?”

_

“You gotta meet them. You’d love them all I promise. They’re loud but hilarious.” Taehyung spoke through bites.

“If you insist that they’re all that great then sure. You just pick the time and place.”

“I’ll have a good think about that,”

The two sat and talked about their favourite bands for a while, both stretched out on separate sofas.

“Are there any more? Colours I mean…” Y/N sheepishly asked

Taehyung went through other colours; he went through loads until Y/N interrupted.

“I want to see, Taehyung,” She said sadly.

“You don’t need your sight for that.” Taehyung said, “I’ll be your eyes, show you the world in my own way.”

Y/N smiled to herself and turned to where Tae’s voice had been coming from the entire time. He smiles back. When they hear the front door open, both teens sit up. They hear Y/N’s dad in the kitchen and so they head there.

“Hello kids!” Y/N’s dad calls out to them, in a very good mood.

“How was work?” Y/N took a seat at the counter and Taehyung moved to do the same.

“It was good, I finished my shift at 10 but then I went out for coffee with Jenny,” He commented as he poured himself a glass of water. “Did you two have fun last night?”

“Yeah- we went for a walk around the park, then came back and had pizza and watched a few films,” Y/N replied, leaving out certain details (and for good reason). “Taehyung’s going to introduce me to his school friends sometime,”

“That’ll be nice. I’ve been thinking about school lately- Don’t you think you might like to go for a bit? Test the waters?”

Y/N shook her head, replying in a small voice that she ‘doesn’t want to take any risks’ and her dad nods understandingly.

 _

“You’re in an intoxicatingly good mood” Jin narrows his eyes at the younger.

The seven of them are in the school canteen. It’s loud, and smells but they have a comfortable spot where they sit in the corner, the table far away enough from where all the freshman sat (who would mercilessly spray aftershave, creating a disgusting smell as it mixed with the scent of greasy food.

“I am?” Taehyung hummed as he took a bite of his sandwich.

“Yeah, you are. Is it a girl?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

Taehyung hummed in response, affirmative. The guys all made a small sound of shock and Jimin leaned closer to Taehyung to hear the story. Taehyung was oblivious to how intrigued they were and continued to hum contently and eat his ham & cheese sandwich. After a few minutes of this (his friends gawking at him and him just being the happy kid he is) Yoongi had had enough and slapped Taehyung at the back of his head.

“Owww hyung you meanie!”

“You like a girl? You never talk about this sorta stuff, is she pretty?” Jungkook asked in shock.

“She’s really pretty- and cool too.” Taehyung said through a mouthful of food. “I spent the weekend at her house, her dad works night shifts so I stayed with her, she only lives next door.”

“You were home alone with her, all night?” Namjoon spoke out, eyes wide. “What did you two do together?”

Taehyung had a slight blush and he laughed a little to himself. This had the boys going a whole different level of curious.

“Yeah, we were home alone all night. What do you mean what did we do together? Er, we went for a walk, watched some movies, then we went to her bedroom and we slept together.”

Jin choked on his milk.

“You two what?” The eldest spluttered out

“Slept together? Yeah we both fell asleep. She fell asleep on my chest it was really cute.” Taehyung said, eyes wide with innocence.

Taehyung’s mind wasn’t innocent, but it took him a couple of moments to realise what he had said, and had giggles for the next few minutes.

“So, you like her? You’re going to ask her to be your girlfriend?”

“Huh? I thought you meant like a girl as in just like. I didn’t say I wanted to ask her out.” Taehyung rolled his eyes, “I haven’t known her that long. I want you guys to meet her, I was thinking we could all do something next weekend”

“Yah, this kid…” Yoongi sighed.