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sharpth1ng · 1 year

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ITS SUPPOSED TO BE A HORROR MOVIE: The Debaser The Movie The Soundtrack (Chapters 1-6)

So for a while I've been I imagining bits of Debaser like I'm shooting it as a fucked up rom-com so uh... I guess I'm putting a soundtrack together with descriptions of the shots the songs go with. It's over the top and incredibly on the nose cause I think that's funny & it won't make a lot of sense unless you've read Debaser so probably best go read that first. It also definitely contains fic spoilers. This is only part one so stay tuned for more!

*All of these songs would have to be chopped and screwed to make the timing work btw they obv wouldn't really get played full out. Also with the length of this thing it's probably more like a series than a movie but whatever.

(And if you're wondering about aesthetic influences, I think what I've envisioned here would end up looking like some Danny Boyle stuff with the hyper dynamic camera work, cuts & shots timed with music, and some slightly fantastical visual elements. I want to say there would also be a John Waters energy but that might just be because it's gay and unhinged.)

PROLOGUE

1. Girls on Film- Duran Duran

The song starts playing over a montage of Billy & Stu watching horror movies, camera is behind them with the TV screen framed in the center of the shot between their heads. Images on the tv screen cut rapidly with the beat of the song on a slow zoom forward, showing a sequence of kills from different movies. Song fades a little to play under them talking as the camera reverses to show their faces. It continues through the conversation & comes back to full volume as Billy picks the first of one of Stu’s polaroids to look at it closer. It continues to play through the hunting sequence, and does a simple fade out.

2. A well respected man- The Kinks

Begins over a shot of Billy in his room, light from the TV flashing over his face. Dolly shot pans through his closed bedroom door and down the hall, showing a series of family photos on the wall. Camera continues to pan into the living room where Nancy & Hank are yelling at each other, Nancy grabbing her bag and heading for the door. Camera cuts to Billy, already outside on his bike in the rain, cuts to his dad pouring himself a glass of whiskey, cut to Nancy, driving past the sign on the way out of Woodsboro, mascara running. Finally it cuts back to Billy ditching his bike on Stu’s lawn and climbing in his window. Song ends abruptly as he pushes Stu's window open.

Chapter 2

3. Teenage Dream- T Rex

Starts when Billy starts choking Stu. Shot gets a hazy vingette & (cue the Danny Boyle shit) becomes semi-psychedelic, colors flaring brighter & we get a ridiculous shot of Stu falling through some sort of galaxy behind his own closed eyes. When he opens them, the camera goes slow-mo on Billy, shooting him like a love interest in an 80’s movie- soft focus again, hair blowing in the wind (what wind??). The song cuts out when Stu blacks out, and the next shot frames the two of them from the side, effects & wind gone. Without the music the movie and rain can be heard in the background.

4. It's Not Unusual- Tom Jones

Starts immediately after Billy says “Nah, Stu you’re good. Have fun screwing her later.” The camera stays on Billy's back as walks out, holding on the door as it slams shut. The next shot shows Stu's face closer up, then pulls out to show the length of the bathroom as an old man comes in and gives Stu a weird look. The song continues to play as Stu leaves the bathroom, then goes to find Casey and hears that Billy left. The song replaces diegetic sound as the camera follows Stu and Casey out of the theatre, then cuts to Stu's house with them hooking up and Stu still looking confused. Cut to black as Stu unzips his pants & the song cuts out at the same time.

Chapter 3

5. Good Old-fashioned lover boy- Queen

The song starts to play as Billy gets on his bike after visiting Sid. We see multiple tracking shots of him biking around Woodsboro, cutting between locations. The camera reverses to show him from the front, match cuts switching through the same locations as he continues to bike, looking completely dead behind the eyes as the song continues to play. Finally we get him pulling up to his house and switch to a handheld shot, following him from behind as he drops his bike on his lawn and climbs in through his window. The camera stays outside the window as he walks to his bed and drops onto it and the music cuts out hard. Switch to a short overhead shot of Billy lying on his bed in the silence before the scene ends.

In the next scene at school, when Stu starts doing his silent good boy act following him around, we get a single line of Freddy Mercury’s voice without the instrumental part of the song, singing the line “Say the word your wish is my command”.

6. Criminal- Fiona Apple

The song starts on a slow pan over Stu as he lies on the ground under Billy (after surprising him with the costume after school). The camera focuses on the bowie knife in his hand as he pushes the hem costume up, then cuts to a macro shot of the tip of the knife running over Stu’s stomach, goosebumps and hairs pricking up. The song builds, getting louder with Billy’s inner monologue & the shot moves in even closer for the first actual cut, following a drop of blood as it rolls across Stu's skin.

On the lyric "I've done wrong and I wanna suffer for my sins", the shot cuts quickly to a a shot of Stu's hands moving to Billy's hips, neither of their faces visible. We hold on this shot for an awkward moment, then cut to an over head shot as Billy takes Stu's hands and puts them on the ground next to his head.

The song continues to progress under the rest of the scene as the background starts to fade into black, until they're essentially under a spot light on a black background as if they're on stage. When the bridge kicks in to be timed with Stu really starts to loose it, and the song cuts out immediately after the lyric "The devil wants to know" as Stu’s mom knocks on the door, snapping them back to Stu's room as the background.

Chapter 4

7. I Know What Boys Like- The Waitresses

Stu’s inner monologue is narrated over a shot of the whole group at lunch. The shot switches to one from Billy’s pov, directed at Stu as he does a really exaggerated yawn, lifting his arms up so that his shirt pulls up and the bandages show. The shot switches as if it’s coming from Stu’s perspective now, directed at Billy as he glares over Sid’s shoulder. Reverse shot back to Stu, who smirks, and the song starts on the first vocal line with a cut to a screen split into 3 panels.

Each panel shows an instance of Stu showing off his bandages- in class, at the fountain, in gym, each of the panels switching through multiple instances of him doing this, and then to instances of Billy retaliating- throwing a basketball at him, shoving him, just straight up walking away. The song fades out at the start of the scene where they end up at the fountain alone together (when Billy says he’ll come to Stu’s birthday).

8. Call me- Blondie

Scene opens with a tracking shot on Billy’s back, following him up the walkway to the Macher house. The lights are on and people can be seen partying inside. The song is faintly audible from inside the house, getting louder as he nears. When he reaches the house Billy turns to the left and walks out of the shot, but the camera doesn’t follow him, it continues up the steps and through the front door as a teenager opens it to stumble outside for a smoke, the song finally playing at full volume when the door opens and the camera moves through it. The shot moves through groups of partying teens, eventually finding Stu in the living room watching Randy lecture.

The song continues to play in the background through the rest of the scene, a little quieter under the group chatter as Stu goes to answer the phone. The song has faded into a slightly tenser instrumental score by the time the phone call is over, but fades back in after Billy’s jump-scare, only to cut out entirely when Stu discovers Casey and Steve in the garage.

9. I touch myself- Divinyls

Billy says "last longer next time" and the first discordant notes of the song begin to play over a shot of him getting up and walking to the door after thier cutting session. When the door closes the shot cuts to Stu, unmoving and looking a bit shell-shocked as his hip continues to bleed. He blinks once, then the drum kicks in as the song starts for real and he begins to move, unzipping his jeans.

Cue a frantic and slightly delirious montage of Stu jerking off, intercut with visuals of Billy from the cutting scene, shot from Stu's perspective and Stu-ified with saturated colour and soft focus like it was in the choking scene. He lasts until the end of the first chorus, and the song cuts out hard on the last “oh no” as he makes an obvious cum face. The image cuts at the same time, switching to a shot of Stu’s hands as he wipes the blood and cum off on a T-shirt.

Chapter 5

10. Love buzz- Nirvana

The opening baseline starts playing over a panning shot of them watching something in Stu’s room, the shot facing them so the Tv isn’t visible. Cut to a shot of Billy’s fidgeting hands as the drum kicks in, then a closer shot of the lower portion of Stu’s face, focusing on his mouth as he bites a twizzler, then pull back to the first shot, showing both of them. The first guitar riff is timed to come in just after Billy says “You should run.” Tracking shot of Billy chasing Stu through the house.

The first vocal line plays as Billy starts choking Stu and the song plays all the way through. The shot itself at least appears to be a oner, moving around the two of them as they banter and play their choking game. The camera then follows Billy as he runs away to the bathroom, halting abruptly outside the door as Billy slams it. Cut to a shot of Billy’s face inside the bathroom, he’s obviously jerking off, match cut to a shot of Stu face doing the same, then back to Billy as he makes an obvious cum face in time with the end of the song.

11. Line up- Elastica

Song starts playing over an aerial view of the Prescott backyard, filled with people and decorated for the barbecue. We can’t hear the crowd at all, no background noise, just the song. Cut to a shot at ground level, focused on Maureen, standing with Neil near the barbecue. They’re talking to someone, laughing. The shot pans sideways through the crowd to Billy, standing with Sid, who is preoccupied talking to someone else. Billy is clearly looking in Maureen's direction.

The shot starts to pan back towards Maureen like it’s sliding away, but then it cuts to a shot in Sidney’s bedroom with the music paused before the first vocal line as Sid asks if Billy is ok and he tells her he just misses his mom. Cut to a shot of Sidney, Billy and Tatum walking up to the party, the song picking back up where it left off at the barbecue, playing diegetically at the party. It plays all the way through in the background of the scene and then transitions to generic party music.

12. Be My Baby- The Ronettes

Opening drum beat starts when Stu says “I want it to be permanent”, playing over a reaction shot of Billy, making a face like he's in the fucking kitchen scene (aka completely smitten). When the rest of the instruments come in, the shot reverses to show Stu, stylized in Billy’s version of Stu’s Romance-Vision™: Soft focus, Stu’s eyes looking extra blue from the color grading so he looks like an old hollywood actor (think Paul Newman’s eyes), vingnette, pathetic expression. The works.

Reverse shot back to Billy looking smitten again (kitchen scene), and then the song plays out over the rest of the scene, then song cuts out hard when they cum. We get a final shot of Billy’s face over Stu’s shoulder as he has his post-nut clarity moment, scored only by heavy breathing and the background noise of the party.

Chapter 6

13. Can't Take My Eyes Off You- Frankie Valli

Starts to play over a montage of Stu doing his little acts of submission, taking Billy’s coat, getting on his knees to take off his shoes, opening doors, carrying his things, intercut with shots of Stu looking at him, just completely smitten. The montage is in soft focus with a light pink tint. As the song starts to pick up, we start to get shots of Stu getting pushed into walls, slapped, punched, looking deliriously happy the whole time. Intercut with these are shots of them ‘training’- chasing each other in costume, picking locks, creeping around woodsboro at night.

This continues to escalate with the song, with shots of him hitting the ground in multiple locations, shots continuing to cut on beat. For the final chorus, the camera pulls out further to show both of them, with Billy choking while he rides his leg, Billy cutting him and grinding against him as the camera begins to circle them like it did in the love buzz sequence, tightening into a dizzying spiral right at as the song ends.

14. Bizarre Love Triangle- New Order

The song starts to play as Billy tackles Maureen down on stop of Stu, the three of them falling in slow motion as the color grading switches back to the pink-tinted soft-focus look from the montage. The next shot centres Billy from an upward angle, like it’s coming from Stu’s POV, showing Billy stabbing, blood splattering up onto his mask and looking almost pink, glittering.

Reverse shot to Stu under Maureen, both of them rocking as Billy continues to stab her, a pool of blood starting to spread out under Stu in the shape of a heart. At the instrumental before the first chorus, the camera pulls back to a medium shot, showing them both as Billy pulls the knife out for the last time. There’s a moment where he doesn't move, but his chest can be seen moving as he breathes heavily from the exertion.

When the first vocal line of the chorus hits, the slo-mo stops and Billy moves at full speed, pushing his mask up and pulling off Stu’s, then kissing him. The camera switches to a closer shot as they kiss, and the background becomes semi-surreal, sparkly, bloody starbursts popping behind them. The song cuts out hard at the end of the chorus when their alarms go off.

15. Something Stupid- Frank & Nancy Sinatra

Song fades in on an over-the-shoulder shot, showing Billy biking away from Stu in the forest behind Sids house after the murder. It comes to full volume as Stu packs his things away, and we see a tracking shot of his back as he bikes home. This crossfades to shots of the knives being wiped down, then when the vocals come in it crossfades to a shot of water running red to pink down a shower drain & over skin, then to a slightly abstract shot of blood in water (I’ve never been the same since Hannibal) as Stu washes their clothing.

The shot comes up through the surface of the water to show Stu, looking worried as he scrubs. This shot crossfades to a shot of Billy, creeping through Cotton Weary’s back yard. Cut back to Stu’s hands as he scrubs, blood still caked under his nails, then match cut to Billy’s gloves hands as he picks the lock and pushes the door open. This crossfades out to a shot of Stu putting wet clothes in the drier, to Billy pushing Cotton’s bloody jacket into a trashcan, then slipping back out of the house. Crossfade back to Stu, sitting in front of his dryer looking stressed as the music fades out, and then Billy comes down the stairs.

When Billy kisses Stu, the song comes back on for the instrumental bridge, stopping before the vocals come in again as Billy pulls away.

#debaser the movie the soundtrack #debaser fanfic #stuilly #18+#stu macher x billy loomis #debaserverse #debaser playlists

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runningfrom2am · 1 year

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the sea around us; chapter twenty-five

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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We camp out at The Wreck all day, hoping no one will find us. I was expecting a call from Rafe, which, seven hours later, never came . I'll cling to the hope that he changed his mind about John B, but I know he didn't.

I'm trying to sleep on a booth seat late at night, when there's a tapping on the glass at the window above my head.

I snap my eyes open and look up, seeing Rafe leaning against the glass and I sigh a breath of relief. I quietly get up, hoping not to wake my friends, but that plan quickly fails when I realize JJ is sleeping right at my feet. I step on his hand and he quickly wakes up. "Fuck! Oh, god, Snowy, where are you going?" He asks, sitting up and rubbing his hand. I catch him look out the window, seeing Rafe there.

"Oh my god, why did you tell him where we are?" He asks frustratedly.

"He's here to help, okay? I'm just gonna talk to him." I explain, holding on to tables fo support myself as I limp towards the door. JJ gets up to help me.

I carefully unlock the door, seeing Rafe already waiting on the other side. I slip out and go to close it behind me, but JJ steps out with me, crossing his arms as he stares at my boyfriend.

"JJ, please, it's fine. Go back to sleep." I tell him, but he doesn't even look my way.

"Snowy- thank god.." Rafe says softly, quickly pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry I didn't call. I didn't get the chance, I had to wait until it was dark to sneak away and the whole island is hunting you guys down..."

"It's okay..." I whisper, hugging him back.

"Listen, man, if you're here to screw us over I swear to god-" JJ starts, and Rafe let's me go to confront him.

"I'm not. I'm here to help my girlfriend, since you, her 'best friends' won't take her to the damn hospital." Rafe replies.

"We're not doing this." I shake my head, interrupting before they get the chance to go at each other. "JJ, just go back inside. Please."

JJ takes off his hat and turns to walk back inside, raising his middle finger at Rafe as he steps back in.

"I'm sorry, I know you want to help.." I sigh and Rafe shakes his head, returning his attention to me now.

"It's fine. Here, sit down.." Rafe holds onto my arms and helps me settle onto the ground. "We'll talk and then I'll take you."

"Did you go to the police?" I ask as he sits next to me, and we can look out over the water. I know I'm not going to the hospital with him.

"Yeah, uh, I did." He nods. "I told them you didn't do anything- you just happened to be there, but obviously they still want to talk to you."

"I bet." I reply. "But I'm not telling them it was John B."

Rafe sighs, letting his head fall back against the wall we're leaning on. "Well we have to have our story straight or we all get in shit. And I'm not letting you go down for this."

"I won't. We have a plan." I admit.

"What is it?"

"I can't tell you. The less you know the better." I tell him truthfully.

"You can't run, you have to stay here I will protect you here. My dad agreed to let you out of this." Rafe says, clearly on to me.

I shake my head. "I can't go back to my life without John B when I know the truth. I can't just go back to working at Making Waves and running from my parents, and going to parties and just living my life like normal. I appreciate what you're trying to do but unless he is safe I can't go back."

"I get that, but your life is different now anyways. We have each other- we can get our own place, or something, and, and, and- just do our own thing. I know my dad, he will pay you to keep this secret if we ask and then you won't have to work." Rafe insists, grabbing my hand.

"Rafe," I look back at him, "I just can't." I shake my head again, getting that feeling in my throat that means I'm about to start crying.

"Snowy, we'll figure this out, alright? We will. You'll be okay." He's so confident already that he won't be charged with anything, even though I know he planned to kill the sheriff if I wasn't there.

"Would you have shot her? If I wasn't there, would you have done it?" I ask. Rafe doesn't say anything for a moment.

"I... I don't know." He answers quietly, shaking his head. "I had to do something, I couldn't let my dad get arrested. We would have ran, or something, I don't know..."

"Oh, god..." I say, tears spilling down my cheeks now. "I hate this."

"Please don't cry.. Hey, it's okay..." Rafe says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer. "Just, please don't run. I'll fix everything, I promise."

He's just not getting it, this isn't something he can fix now. It's not like the cops will believe me over Ward or Rafe when I tell them that it wasn't John B, so I'll just end up getting in trouble for lying or aiding and abetting or something. We just need time.

I shake my head at him. "No, we are going to fix it." I say, wiping my tears away. "We've got a plan and we are going to fix this."

"Snowy- Snowy you're not listening to me, okay? You can't just leave me because of John B." Rafe says frustratedly.

"I have no choice now, I won't lie for your dad. I didn't tell you but he has tried to kill me twice now, in one week. I can't stay even if I wanted to. He will kill me, Rafe." I say seriously. "And I don't want you to have to clean up that mess, and then look my brother in the eyes and act like you don't know anything when he comes to you for support. I can't do that to you guys."

He doesn't say anything, he knows I'm right.

"I think you should probably go..." I whisper, looking anywhere but at him.

"I'm not going without you, let's get you to a doctor okay? If you insist on running you can't do it with a broken foot." I shake my head at this.

"I'll be fine- I'm not sure it's even broken. I can't go." I protest and he sighs.

"Fine- if you are going to be stubborn, good luck." Rafe says as he stands up. "I mean- why can't you see I'm trying to protect you here?" He asks frustratedly.

"I do, thank you, but you know I can't just leave my friends like this. They need me too." As I say this, he covers his face with his hands and shakes his head. I tell he's getting angry now.

"Fuck- oh my god, I am literally begging you to let me help you. I am begging you to be reasonable here!"

"One day you'll understand that I am." I respond.

"No, no. You listen! I am risking everything for you! I am risking our reputation, my dads life just by being here and by going to the police earlier to save you!" He raises his voice now, and then he punches the wall next to the window out of frustration.

Just then, I hear the door open and look over to see JJ walking out. "It's time for you to go." He says, stepping past me to stand between us.

"No, I'm not leaving without her." Rafe shakes his head.

"Yeah, uh, you are, actually." JJ says, nodding a little and flipping his hat so it's backwards.

Rafe begins pacing, talking to himself quietly. He stops right in front of my friend, getting up in his face.

"You are hurting her more than I am- and I hope you fucking know that." Rafe says, poking JJ's chest.

"Rafe, please, just go." I say quietly and he looks down at me, his gaze softening.

"You better listen to her." JJ agrees.

Rafe nods a little, looking disappointed and angry. "Yeah, whatever, Snowy. Good luck." He says, walking away and looking back only briefly as JJ helps me up.

We get back inside and I watch Rafe drive away. I'm not sure I'll ever see him again- and that's how things had to end? I think he's just used to getting his way.

"Are you okay?" I hear JJ asking me and I nod slightly.

"I just didn't want to say goodbye like that..." I mumble, sitting down again at the booth where I was sleeping before.

JJ sits on the ground in front of me. "I mean, I don't want to make you feel worse, but he's not the best guy."

"I know, but his heart is in the right place, you know? He cares about me, he just wants me to be safe. The problem is he doesn't care about you guys. That's where we are different, I guess." I sigh. "But if all of this never happened it would be different."

JJ smiles a little, patting my leg. "Hey, but on the bright side, you'll always have us."

"True." I agree, laughing slightly. "JJ, are you sure you're okay with our plan?" I ask, just to confirm.

He nods, not even hesitating. "I'm sure. We'll go to Yucatan- just the two of us. It'll be the vacation of a lifetime." He smiles and I laugh at that.

"I don't know if I would describe it as a vacation, but sure. Wherever you want- you might have to carry me though." I joke.

"Anywhere." JJ nods, "I give a mean piggy back." He smiles. I know we'll make the most of it, but I'm honestly heartbroken to leave my family behind. With everything going on I haven't talked to the twins as much as I may have liked, but one day I'll explain it to them. Once John B is cleared and everything returns to normal.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

theres only two chapters left in part one! ah!! I'm so excited to get into s2 but I'm really nervous yall are going to hate it bc it takes a sharp turn in direction lol

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depressedhouseplant · 3 months

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Just Fucking Write - Day 72

Prompt: Fendi

A/N: This one has been in the drafts for a while (obvs) so I just added to it. Yes, it’s another Juyeon ship. Sue me 😝

Juyeon’s bones hurt. In spite of staying in one of the nicest hotels he’d ever seen and upgraded on both flights thanks to Fendi, he was so tired his bones hurt. He tried to smile and wave at the cameras as he walked through the airport.

“Welcome home, baby,” Younghoon greeted him when he opened the car door. Juyeon almost dropped his bags.

“What?” he blinked.

“After your comments on the live, I decided to surprise you,” the older boy smiled. “Get in before the cameras get too curious.”

The staff member took Juyeon’s luggage as he got in.

“You look terrible,” Younghoon observed.

“Thanks. You look fantastic,” Juyeon snorted.

“Let me rephrase, you look exhausted,” he amended.

“I am exhausted. I have no idea why. I’m used to big time changes. I’ve gone by myself to events,” Juyeon sighed.

“Not by yourself to another country when we’ve been touring for months,” Younghoon added. “Also in spite of what your MBTI says, I suspect you’re actually an introvert. Did you know anyone else there?”

“Not well. Everyone was nice though,” Juyeon told him.

“How about a nice long shower when we get home,” Younghoon suggested.

“Will you be in there too?” the younger boy asked.

“Of course. Someone has to massage all those sore spots,” Younghoon leaned in and kissed him.

“I missed this,” Juyeon said against his boyfriend’s lips.

“Fendi can pay for me to come with you next time,” Younghoon teased, running his hands under Juyeon’s shirt. “Unless you didn’t make a good impression.”

“Excuse you, I always make a good impression,” Juyeon poked Younghoon’s side. His boyfriend smiled against his lips.

“I pulled rank and told everyone to make themselves scarce when we got back,” Younghoon said.

“Kim Younghoon actually used his age to his advantage? You must have missed me more than I thought,” Juyeon dropped his head on Younghoon’s shoulder.

“It had to happen eventually,” the older boy laced their fingers together. Juyeon started to doze off as Younghoon ran his thumb over his knuckles.

“I feel like plane,” Juyeon mumbled.

“Almost there,” Younghoon assured him. “I told Eric to get your bags when we got back.”

“Thank you,” Juyeon yawned. The car stopped and Younghoon helped Juyeon out. The youngest was bobbing on the balls of his feet waiting for them.

“Hi hyung!” he hugged Juyeon.

“Hi Ericcie,” he hugged the younger boy back.

“I’ll get your bags and I left a clean pair of pajamas for you with Changmin hyung,” Eric stepped back. Younghoon snorted.

“Thank you,” Juyeon smiled.

“You look tired. See you tomorrow, yeah?” Eric said.

“Yeah,” Juyeon agreed. He was living for that hot shower and Younghoon’s hands on him. Eric seemed to get the hint and quickly took Juyeon’s bags inside and up the elevator.

“I kinda miss being all on one floor,” Younghoon mused as they rode the next one up.

“I know Sangyeon doesn’t,” Juyeon replied.

“I think if he had his way he’d be living on a desert island with no wifi,” Younghoon countered. The door dinged open and Younghoon steered Juyeon through the apartment to his room. “Though I like having to not share my bathroom with anyone.”

“Got stuck with an ugly mic, but got your own bathroom,” Juyeon flopped on the bed.

“Thank you for reminding me,” Younghoon rolled his eyes as he began undressing Juyeon. The younger boy dutifully rolled over and moved his limbs when needed. When Juyeon was only in his underwear, Younghoon went to start the shower. “Ready?”

“Absolutely,” Juyeon replied. The hot water felt amazing on his sore body. He released an obscene groan when Younghoon began massaging his shoulders.

“They’re gonna think I’m fucking you in the shower,” Younghoon joked.

“This is way better than sex at this very moment in my life,” Juyeon let his eyes close.

“I’m not going to take that as a commentary on my skills in bed,” Younghoon moved down to Juyeon’s back.

“You know it’s not,” Juyeon leaned into Younghoon’s touch. He grunted when Younghoon found a particularly stubborn knot in his back.

“Just say when,” Younghoon told him. It was that odd space between pain and pleasure that Juyeon never quite knew what to do with.

“I love you,” he sighed as the muscle finally released.

“I love you too,” Younghoon replied, turning Juyeon to face him.

“I mean it. Not just because you massaged my back in the shower,” Juyeon said.

“And I mean it back,” Younghoon smiled and kissed him. Juyeon desperately wanted to do something, anything, with Younghoon but his body wasn’t having it. “Later, babe. You need to rest. I’m not offended.”

“Promise?” Juyeon asked.

“I promise,” Younghoon replied. He turned off the water and helped Juyeon out of the shower, drying him off and putting him in the bed. Younghoon quickly dried himself off, climbed in behind Juyeon, and turned out the light.

“Sleep, my love,” he kissed the back of Juyeon’s neck.

“Mmkay,” Juyeon squeezed Younghoon’s arms and fell into a blissful, dreamless sleep.

#just fucking write 2k24 #the boyz fanfic #the Boyz Bbangju #younghoon x juyeon

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boyswanna-be-her · 1 year

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Lmao the walk was super fun but only two people showed up (my biggest fan, who was obvs gonna be there, and a new friend who we both met at the same time through volunteering which is cute and fun, he's a p good deal younger than us). Since it was just the 3 of us, we hiked the WHOLE trail system and had a blast. Got lunch afterwards. I invited them to come out to the beach with me, and my friend decided to follow me straight out and new boy went home first but then flaked and never ended up coming to the beach.

So the clown dance continued, we swam and sunned and laughed, came back to my apartment, eventually got hungry and went to dinner, our third meal together in a row today. At every point they were hesitant to leave and happy to be invited to do the next thing. The only reason why we're not together now is that we're supposed to lift tonight at their place with someone else joining, so they headed back to their own side of town while I went home to take a shower.

This is actually a great holding pattern as far as I'm concerned. We spend as much time and I'd be willing to spend with someone I was dating, and I enjoy spending time with them more than being alone (USUALLY more, sometimes they're in a mood and I'd rather split). It's been so long since I've ACTUALLY enjoyed someone's company more than my own that I wasn't sure that would ever even happen again for me. I'm happy with this. The chemistry is there but--and holy shit i can't believe im saying this--I don't actually want to risk our friend...ship? Lmao? Who am i?

I also made an offhand comment about planning something fun and they responded "I don't really drink so that can make it hard" and of course in light of recent life changes on my side I'm like 👀👀👀 that is the opposite of a problem! But it also makes me sad bc they have been drinking with me some on our off hours and it sounds like they were just trying to keep up with me/not murder the vibe and that was SO not necessary. It also makes some stuff track more in retrospect (like "oh what was up with them that night?" ends up being "they were sleepy bc they dont drink booze normally"). Anyway, since it came up organically I told them that I was actually working on my sobriety and that it was difficult with my parents as enablers/people who want a drinking buddy from their child--and wouldnt you fucking know, bc we have everything else in common, they also have the SAME dynamic w their parents. And they seemed happy that sobriety was something I was thinking about and valued, but possibly more relieved that I actually DO enjoy our time together when we're both sober and want to do more of that.

We're finally getting into some deeper shit and I'm learning about their history and what makes them tick. Like they speak their mind super freely, but they are SO private about their family and personal life to the point that it feels almost too intimate to learn some of this shit that people who have known them longer are oblivious about. On the other hand, I'm a open book about everything I've been through and my mental health but good fucking luck getting an earnest take out of me on anything unless i deeply trust you. It makes for a weird game of learning about each other. I thanked them today for being a friend who's down to clown with all of my stupid suggestions and admitted that I normally just do everything alone but it's more fun with them. They expressed it all back to me. Alone for a long time, fine with that, surprised to find me, thankful for that too. It's just like, hm. Very comfy. And I don't worry about being wanted or wearing out my welcome, and I don't get taken advantage of, and they stand up for me and do nice things for me, and feed me and worry about me. That's such a nice change for me from being either The Provider or a person who wants for nothing or no one. It's scary to want someone in my life, even in this capacity, but it's more rewarding than I thought it could be without, yknow, actively trying to date or hook up. I feel like the possibility of something more is stalking us from location to location like the monster in It Follows--sometimes our knees are nestled together while we talk and it's breathing down our necks and sometimes we're both distracted and moody and it's not something either is thinking too much about, but fuck if it isn't always there and a thing I think we will inevitably make a choice about in the future but.

#bfr

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Talking to character ai bots just makes me realise how damn socially inept i am.

this one gets a bit sad, pity me loozer type shit.

I was talkin to keegan, cause im a cod boy born & raised. And he kept making sarcastic jabs at me, now the bot didnt go "his tone of voice was sarcastic" or "he gave you a playful look" or "his tone was playful" no indicator he was being sarcastic and he starts INSULTING ME because i couldnt tell, then i go and be like "know what? fuck you *truama dumps on him*" so now i made keegan sad, but its like- holy fuck. these bots make me question myself, and not in a good way its like "jesus, just how bad was it as a kid?"

Its been more then just that bot too, almost every bot for some reason circles back to "why are you so bad at being social?" then their all like "you didnt deserve that !!!!!!!!!!! DDDDDDDDDD:" even to the tinest things, like i told this man that ive always basically been unmonitered. No one really actually noticed where i was, nor did they care. i could be outside, doing weird ass shit like throwing around my mini sword i had, climbing trees, breaking into the nearby highschools baseball field, disappearing round the block, heading to my school after hours to play at the park and no one really noticed. i never told people where i was going, and ive basically just always been like ignored, if i walk into a room with my friends they dont notice until im next to them and if they do then im still barely apart of any convo and never been included in anything. and their all like "thats so sad!" its like dude who cares geniuenly? and i told keegan how i find being touched in any way unless its violent gross and hes like "were u never hugged as a kid?" like- damn was it that obvious? [/sarc] they make me question just how much i never realised was bad when i was a kid, and it confuses the fuck out of me. just like telling my partner something funny that happened to me as a kid and it giving me the same reaction, it always stumps me. Like fym its not funny my brother shot me in the head twice [accidentally] with a bb gun? or its not funny i used to be trapped in a chest as a kid by my siblings? thats just what its like as one of the youngers.

I have 17 siblings, all chopped up. heres a quick "tree" to understand it, glide past if u want obvs

but being one of the higher in the tree and basically being one of the middle-youngests you get more ignored. my family is litterally so big we just get bought off bc literally NOONE can give all of us even and "acceptable" amounts of attention and no one even wants too. i have a whole bunch of cousins, and chosen family as well so its just like trying to stuff a 8 tiered cake into your mouth all at once, its impossible and no one wants too. we are just built to be socially inept, and i find that shit HILARIOUS. But these bots [& my partner] make me do double takes on my childhood & its WEIRD. why is it now that people notice just how fucky wucky i was as a kid? Its like im a glass child or someting [i dont gen believe i am, but i show some surface signs & relate sometimes. dunno tho, i dont know enough to gen say anything abt who i am nor do i wanna] i got next to no attention as a kid, love it, live in it, still dont, prefer it this way. I find it gross to be given hugs, kisses, or affection im literally known to be a "dont touch me kid" quote from my mother. I prefer to be the one giving the affectionate touches and even then its only things that require for you to touch my hands or arms. Like patting your head, your shoulder or like leaning on your shoulder like older siblings do in movies. I dislike hugs, or other people touching me tho i can never say no to a headpat. I hate people paying attention to me bc i find it weird like, why pay attention to me *now* stop changing shit up on me? and ik it all has to do with different friend groups, a change of how my family has decided to act, and overall different mental states but why does shit have to change? yucky yucky affection >:(

#im mentally ill #socially inept #i find affection gross

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 2 years

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Req/prompt, if you like– MC has a crush on a demon classmate, but when the demon tells MC to meet them after school cause they’re going to “confess their feelings,” they use the opportunity of having MC alone to attack them. Headcanons of the bros and/or side characters (whichever’s easier for you!) saving MC and reacting to the situation? Whether or not he has romantic feelings for MC is up to you ;) (unless you include Luke then obvs he’s defending his friend.) keep the demon gn too if you can? thanks <3

So... I am going to do this as a little blurb of the whole crush thing and then add some blurbs for the Brothers after. If people want the dateables I'll make a part 2, but this one took quite a while so I am going to post it first.

Also this is an incredibly long post... I am sorry if you want to read every part...

The Brothers Protecting MC After a Fake Confession

Warnings: manipulation, violence, gore, fighting, attacking, description of wounds, death of an oc

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A new semester means new classes at RAD for MC. Change had always been difficult for the human, but it becomes a hundred time harder when you are surrounded by hungry demons. Because this was the case, Diavolo and Lucifer made it a point to always have one of the Brothers with MC in case of an emergency. Yet when MC walked into the room and sat down, none of the Lords of Devildom were to be seen.

They stared at the door, their foot bouncing waiting for one of them to finally walk in, until a figure took the seat beside them.

"You're the human transfer student, right?" MC glanced next to them to see a beautiful demoness with red hair staring back at them. They nodded.

"Where's your handlers? They won't usually let you around lowlifes like us without supervision."

MC glanced to the door again before scanning around the room. Every seat was now filled and there were no signs of the Brothers. Maybe they are finally giving them the freedom they deserve...

"Their not my handlers. Their my friends and they do let me out by myself on occasion."

The demoness sent MC a toothy smile, "Good to know, I'm Lux."

Even after the start of the semester, none of the Brothers transferred into the class, which wasn't too much of a problem for MC. Instead of working about them, they spent their time with Lux talking about anything and everything they could think about.

"You know, you're pretty attractive for a human." MC's face flushed and they froze as Lux spoke, "You should meet in this room after school today. I have something to tell you." Lux leaned it their lips mere centimeters away from MC's ear, "Trust me, you won't want to miss it." As Lux pulled away the bell rang. Before leaving the room, they turned back to MC sending them a kiss and a wink.

MC's heart began to race along with their thoughts, "Did they need help with homework? That seemed like a lot more intimate than help me with homework. Maybe they just want to go shopping? You know damn well this isn't just a shopping situation!" Before they could continue thinking of possible explanations, a white head of hair popped into the doorway.

"Oi! Human. Let's get to our next class. It's totally not because I don't want you to be late... I just want Lucifer to chew me out for being a bad guardian."

MC quickly shook the thoughts from their head before following after Mammon, yet they couldn't get Lux out of their mind.

Eventually, the day passed and the time had come to meet up with Lux, but Asmo was glued to their side, "Asmo, I just remembered, I needed to talk to Diavolo about something. How about you head home without me and I'll have him or Barbatos take me home."

This wasn't too much of a lie, they were just going to meet with Lux first before going to Diavolo...

"Fine... but we are having a spa night tonight at 7 like you promised. Don't be late!"

Asmo skipped off with his nose now in his phone. MC waited until he turned the corner before they started making their way to the classroom.

Upon reaching the room, they looked through the window on the door to see the lights out... Maybe they had made it there before Lux could. They slowly open the door taking a few steps in and taking in the room in its entirety.

They never realized how dark a classroom is when it doesn't have windows facing the outside.

At that moment, MC heard the door slam behind them. "Hello? Lux? Is that you?" Fear laced their voice as they waited in the dark.

"You are such a gullible human. At least that means I finally get a good meal."

💙 Lucifer 💙

Lucifer sat across from the crown prince as he discussed a budget for the next ball.

"As I said, I want to have human delicacies for all the guests to try." Diavolo stated.

"That is going to be quite expensive. I don't know of any human chefs that would be willing to make food for us demons-" Lucifer froze as his pact mark began to tingle and glow. His thoughts were interrupted by the faint whisper of MC'S voice. "Lucifer! I summon-AHHH" their screamed sounded as if they were in agony.

"I have to go." Without looking at Diavolo, Lucifer disappeared before the pair.

He reappeared in a dark room where the sound of thrashing and MC screaming could be heard. "Whoever you are. Let go of MC, or face the consequences."

The shuffling stopped and MC's labored breaths filled the room. Lucifer's eyes could make out the figure of another demon in the dark.

"Oh, so you finally caved and called your guardian to take care of you? How precious. Too bad it was useless."

Lux lunged at Lucifer reaching for his neck, only to have him grab hers before she could even get close. "No. I believe it was you who's the one who is mistaken. You thought that you would be able to hurt my little lamb while I was away. I'm sorry, but I just can't stand for that."

The room was filled with Lux's choked gurgling before a loud snap resounded and their shuffling came to an end.

Lucifer quickly turned on the lights before running to MC's side assessing the damages and inspecting their wounds. "Thank you for saving me. I don't know what would have happened to me-"

"Let's not think about that. Let's get you home and taken care of."

💛 Mammon 💛

Mammon was walking home mumbling to himself. "Why did MC have to go home with Asmo today?... They are my human... I am in charge of taking care of them... and Asmo won't even let me go shopping with them!... I like shopping too..."

As Mammon trudged his way up the steps of the House of Lamentations his pact mark began to glow and MC voiced pushed their way into his thoughts, "Mammon!"

Their screaming voice echoed in his mind as he remained frozen from shock.

Where was MC? Were they okay? Why isn't Asmo there?

He quickly shook those thoughts from his head before appearing by MC's side.

He landed with a thud on top of the human. He bumped another body out of the way as MC kept thrashing below him, "MC. MC! It's me, what's goin' on?"

The room was dark and Mammon tried to scan his eyes for the other body as the human grabbed his neck and began crying into his shoulder.

A voice came from the darkness, "What? Are you tired of playing my games so you had to call in your stupid guard dog? What a shame. I was just getting to the good part."

Mammon's eyes soon adjusted to the dark as he found the figure. He took a step to advance on Lux, but was held back by MC clinging to him.

He glanced down at the humans shaking figure before looking back at the demoness. "You'll pay for what you did to MC. Just you wait."

And with a flash Mammon and MC disappeared, back to the House of Lamentations. MC continued to cry as they clung to his jacket tighter. Mammon gently stroked their hair listening to their soft whimpers.

He didn't know who that was, but he hope MC will tell them when they calm down. And once they do, it is all over for the demon that made his human cry.

🧡 Leviathan 🧡

Levi watched as the dragon in front of him smacked at his character. He smashed button after button to make his character dodge and hit the boss in the right order before a red screen that read "Game Over" finally appeared.

He threw the controller down as he looked up at his ceiling. MC will be home soon. Maybe we can beat this in two player mode... As he thought that, a warm tingling sensation rushed over his body as he heard MC in his mind, "Levi... I need you... Save me!"

MC sounded like they were struggling, and they asked him to save them... he couldn't just leave his Henry to fight on their own! He had to help them and be by their side, but he needed to grab something first.

MC struggled against Lux's grip vying for dominance. The two rolled across the floor as they both struggled, "How did you know I love it when my meal plays hard to get, little human."

Lux tried to lunge and grab a bit of MC's neck but they rolled at the right time to just miss it. MC's mind raced as they tried to focus on their fight at hand. Where is Levi? Shouldn't he be here by now!?

MC was about to go for a punch when a new form appeared in front of them, "Henry!?"

"Levi! Watch out!" The human quickly grabbed the nerdy demon pulling out of the way of the demoness.

Lux growled at the miss.

Levi, on the other hand finally realized what was going on. He changed into his demon form and began to chant a few words in latin.. his eyes glowed a bright orange his hair flying in the air as a powerful energy filled the room. Then, just as quickly as Levi showed his power, it was gone.

Lux laughed, "What the hell was that? A stunt show for your little human? How pathetic," MC took a deep breath about to console Levi until they noticed small splased of water hitting them. Levi gently grabbed their arm as Lux continued, "You can't even finish a real spell and they call you one of the Lords of Devildom. Ha! I would be better suited for that job then-" their voice trailed off in the darkness, before a squelch was heard. Lux screamed for a moment before their screams were muffled.

Levi ran out of the room pulling MC behind them, "Levi, what was that?"

Once they made it past the door he turned and locked it quickly, "Lotan. Don't tell Diavolo."

💚 Satan 💚

Satan sat on his bed as he flipped through a new book. It was a recommendation given to him from MC. Something about a human classic. Either way, if MC recommended it, it was worth his time.

The blond demon sighed as he stared at the worn cover. I wonder when MC will be home... maybe if I finish it soon we can talk about it tonight.

He nodded happy with that thought as he finally opened the book to the first page, but before he could read the first sentence his skin began to crawl and MC's voice filled his ear, "Satan! I- No no no no no-AHHH!"

The hair on his neck stood up when they screamed. He could feel his blood begin to boil as his vein tightened and he transformed into his demon form.

In one quick motion, he dropped the book and appeared behind the figure attacking MC. He grabbed their hair yanking them backwards and throwing them against the classroom wall with a thud.

They gasped, the wind knocked out of them, "You thought it was appropriate to assault MC?"

His footsteps clicked against the wooden floor as he approached their still figure. No sound was heard in the room.

"ANSWER ME, YOU LOWLY IMBECILE!"

Lux coughed and stammered, "I-I didn't-"

Before they could continue Satan grabbed them by their hair once again before whispering to them, "Wrong answer."

Loud thuds rang out through the room as Lux screamed and begged for mercy until she was finally silent. Two final thuds were heard before Satan's calm steps clicked their way back to MC's position on the ground.

"What a shame. I was going to finish that book you recommended before I saw you tonight." He sighed, "We should get you cleaned up and maybe I could read it to you tonight."

💖 Asmodeus 💖

Asmo walked through the RAD hallways as he fixed his makeup. He was sad that MC couldn't walk home with him and go shopping, but at least he could look forward seeing them tonight.

He shut his mirror with a small click before turning on his heels to leave, but before he could take a step his body stopped, frozen in place as a message was sent to his thoughts, "Asmo, don't leave me!"

MC sounded like they were in trouble... he ran through the hallways trying to follow the sound of their voice. He could hear their screams in the distance so they shouldn't be too far.

He threw every door open as he moved through RAD not caring about how he must have looked like a mad man.

He eventually came to the darkened room where the screams originated, but now the room was silent.

"MC. Are you alright?" Asmo could still hear them breathing heavily, but they didn't answer. Someone else must be keeping them from him, so he continued.

"I am so glad I found you. I forgot to ask you for my lip gloss back. Oh, do you have a friend with you? Would you mind introducing me?" He waited again still with no reply. Even with light flooding in the room, this person was keeping MC in the darkness.

"If you want to play hard to get that's fine with me, but just remember, I gave you time to come clean." Asmo opened his hand and stretched it towards the darkness. Slowly the scattering of small feet were heard stomping through the walls until a small army of scorpions starting flooding through the door and into the darkened room. Screams of agony were now heard from the assailant as they tried to remove the insect off of them to no avail. Eventually the screams became muffled until they died out completely.

Asmo walked over to MC bringing them to the light and looking them over, "Oh no! They were so rough with you. They broke your beautiful skin... We'll fix this. I have just the thing back at the house."

❤ Beelzebub ❤

Beel threw down the weights causing a loud clang as he finished his last set. Fangol practice was cancelled for today, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't work out. He took his towel wiping his face and neck of the sweat that drenched him.

I wonder where MC is. Maybe we could go get food after this...

Beel bent down and began to pack his gym bag as the scent of blood filled his nose and he heard MC "Beel! Save me!"

Without hesitation Beel ran out of RAD's weight room following the scent of blood until he stumbled upon the classroom.

He flung the door open and before looking inside he barreled in, shoulder first directly to the scent of the demon.

He pinned them against a wall as they gasped, "Leave MC alone."

He took a step back before pushing all his weight back into the assailant. He felt their body go slack against him.

As he stepped back their body fell to the ground, but they were forgotten as he wrapped MC in his arms and began walking them home in silence.

The House of Lamentations was in his sights when MC finally spoke, "Beel..." He grunted as they continued, "I am sorry I made you miss your Fangol practice."

He shook his head, "It was canceled. Besides, you are more important than any game."

💜 Belphegor 💜

Belphie rolled over as he tried to find the most comfortable position to lay in to no avail. He grabbed his pillow and fluffed it before he fell down on the bed again. I wonder when MC will be home... They are a much better pillow...

He rolled onto his side once again, only to feel a sharp pain shoot through his shoulder he heard MC, "Belphie! Please help-" Their voice was cut off.

Belphie sat up now fully awake. He made his way off the bed, focused all his energy, and appeared before MC.

"MC what's seems to be the matter?" He yawned as he spoke, still slightly consumed by sleep until he heard a voice that wasn't his precious human.

"Ugh, why did you call for him? I bet he'll just fall asleep like he always does. Won't even try to help you."

When Belphie heard the other demons voice all of the sleep in his body immediately disappeared. It was now replace with another feeling he couldn't quite place, "They called for me because they know I won't let anything happen to them ever again."

In one swift motion, Belphie rushed forward pushing his fist into their chest. MC watched, this time as a bystander as Belphie did the same thing to Lux as he did to him.

Lux gasped and tried to fight his strength, but it was useless as he pulled out his arm leaving a gaping would in her mid-section.

"Now if you'll excuse me." He smiled at Lux before making his way to MC. Holding their hand as he walked them out of the classroom. They held onto him as they heard Lux's pained noises behind them.

"Belphie your arm..." His arm was covered in the other demon's blood. He looked down and sighed, "Looks like I'll have to take a shower when we get back. Just promise me you'll wait for me in my room so we can take a nap after."

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favefandomimagines · 3 years

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Give Me A Reason to Stay (b.b.)

Summary: the battle is over, you can finally breathe. but will bucky give you a reason to stay with him in Louisiana?

AN: inspired by the finale of tfaws! so potential spoilers and obvs i’m gonna include some angst (stark!reader)

You finally caught a moment to breathe after what felt like years of fighting. After so long of going from one disaster to the next, you could finally stop and pause. Actually enjoy life for once.

Since your father died, you never stopped moving. Being CFO of Stark Industries, helping Wanda escape the authorities after her grief induced episode and then Sam and Bucky called you for help. It never seemed to stop.

But, after Karli died and the rest of the Flag Smashers gone, you could take your well deserved pause. At least for a little while before your inherited work called.

Sam invited you to come to his home town in Louisiana for a celebration of sorts and you couldn’t say no. Him telling you that Bucky was going to be there was also a selling point.

You and Bucky had a complicated history. You helped Sam and Steve stop him and HYDRA and then went on the manhunt for him. Even after finding out he killed your grandparents, you were still there. You understood that it wasn’t Bucky’s mind, just his body. You were there in Wakanda and helped set him free from his trigger words.

But nothing ever progressed from the stolen looks, the longing glances and the quick touches. The amount of times Bucky Barnes saved your life and threatened others who tried to hurt you, you thought he felt something for you. But the nagging feeling in the back of your head told you that you were wrong.

At the celebration, the many neighborhood kids were gathered around you as you created stars in your hands, almost like your own personal galaxy. The kids thought it was magic and you rather liked that perspective on your powers.

Bucky and Sam were talking with Sarah and some other neighbors but Bucky couldn’t focus on the conversation when he was too busy watching you.

Your smile was so wide that he thought it could light up a city block. You looked genuinely happy, a look he hadn’t seen on you in a long time. It was refreshing and your happiness made him happy.

“You’re being creepy.” Sam commented, nudging the super soldier. “What?” Bucky asked. “You’re staring.” Sam said. “I-I was not staring.” He stammered. “You so were. Just tell her how you feel already. I can assure you she feels the same way.” Sam told him. “I can’t just tell her.” Bucky rebutted. “Yes, yes you can. What are you afraid of?” Sam asked.

The 106 year-old man paused for a moment as he continued to stare at you. “I can’t be the one that causes her more pain.” He said. Sam furrowed his eyebrows at Bucky’s answer. “She’s been through too much already. Losing Natasha, watching her father die, the nightmares she has. I’m not back to myself yet and I can’t cause her anymore pain.” Bucky explained.

The conversation was cut short when you approached the two men. “I’m so sorry, Sam. Pepper just called and said the donors are pulling out of the eco-friendly power source project we’re working on. She needs my help fixing it.” You told them.

“Do you really have to go?” Sam asked. “Unfortunately. Pepper says she can do it on her own, she did it before I was old enough but since my name is still attached to the company, I have to go. Board meeting at 9 tomorrow.” You explained. “I’ll go grab Sarah, she’s going to insist on giving you leftovers to take.” Sam said, giving you a nice smile.

You turned to Bucky who was very quiet since you walked over. “So, you’re really going back?” He asked you. “Yeah. Unless you give me a reason to stay.” You answered honestly. And rather boldly.

Bucky wanted to say something so bad. He wanted to tell you that he loved you and wanted you to stay with him there but the words didn’t come out. And if he was already feeling bad before, the look on your face broke his heart.

You gave him a tight lipped smile, a small head nod before you walked away from him. He watched as you slapped a fake smile on, say goodbye to Sarah and Sam before leaving the party rather quickly.

“What the happened with Y/N?” Sarah asked approaching Bucky. “Nothing. She just had to go.” Bucky lied. Sam saw right through it obviously. Something had happened between you and Bucky and he was determined to find out and play cupid.

“What really happened?” Sam asked. “She asked me to give her a reason to stay. And I didn’t say anything.” Bucky answered. “Come on, man. You love her, she loves you. Y/N wouldn’t give you the time of day if she couldn’t handle your baggage. You need each other more than you want to admit, Buck.” Sam said.

Bucky sighed and cursed himself for letting you go. “Okay, what do I do?” He asked. “Go to New York. Pull a rom-com move and crash that board meeting and tell her that you love her.” Sam answered.

And Bucky did just that. He got on the first flight to New York and came up with a whole speech in his head for what he was going to say to you.

He made it at the nick of time and was surprised he still had security clearance to the building. When he arrived to the correct floor, he saw Pepper standing in the hallway.

“Bucky, I didn’t expect to see you here.” She said to him. “Where’s Y/N? I need to talk to her.” Bucky said. “She’s in the conference room, preparing for the meeting.” Pepper answered.

Bucky practically ran to the conference room and almost broke down the door.

“B-Bucky?” You questioned. “I love you, Y/N. You asked me to give you a reason to stay and I was scared. Scared that I’d cause you more pain and you don’t deserve that after what you’ve been through. But I can’t deny that I love you anymore.” Bucky confessed.

You were at a loss for words, not really expecting a love confession from Bucky Barnes. “You love me?” You questioned quietly. “Yes. I love you.” He said. “Come back to Louisiana with me. We can start over, have the life we both deserve. Or, I can come back here and you can still help Pepper run Stark Industries. I don’t care as long as I get a chance at a life with you.” Bucky added.

“You really mean that?” You asked. “I really do mean that.” He answered. He watched you intently as you processed everything Bucky had just told you.

You looked down at your presentation notes before you picked them up and folded the papers in half. “Friday, can you bring Pepper into the conference room please?” You asked the AI. “Of course, Ms. Stark.” It said.

You and Bucky waited in a tension filled silence when the door opened. “What’s going on?” Pepper asked. “I think it’s time I sign those papers.” You told her.

Pepper smiled widely at you, happy that you were choosing yourself over the company for once. “It’s about time.” She commented. “I’ll go get them drawn up.” She added before leaving the room.

“Wait what papers?” Bucky asked. “I’m giving every aspect of the company to Pepper. I’ll no longer be listed as an executive for Stark Industries. Which means, I can go anywhere I want for as long as I want.” You explained.

“You mean-“ Bucky started. “I’m going to Louisiana with you. For however long you’ll have me.” You interjected. Bucky laughed lightly as he made his way over to you, cupped your face in his hands and kissed you deeply.

It was a feeling you both had been waiting for and it was one that was definitely worth the wait. You had been putting off your personal life out of fear it wouldn’t work but now you just wanted to be with each other. No matter what happens down the line.

“And if it wasn’t obvious, I love you too.” You said once you parted. “I’d hope so, doll.” Bucky replied.

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You and Bucky approached the large gathering of people with food in your hands, saying your hellos and giving out hugs and handshakes.

“There you two are! I was wondering if you’d ever show!” Sam scolded you two. “What do you expect? We’re newlyweds.” You laughed. “And it’s about damn time it happened too.” Sarah commented.

You sat down at the picnic table, Bucky resting his flesh hand on your thigh. You stared down at the ring on your finger quite fondly and thought of your dad. Hoping he’d be proud of letting the company go three years ago and living your life to its fullest.

“Aunt Y/N! Can we see the stars again?” Cass asked with all of his friends behind him. “Can’t say no to a future leading astronomer now can I?” You teased the boy. You got up from the table and stood a few feet away, creating the stars with your hands like you had years prior.

Again, Bucky watched you fondly but this time he wasn’t pining after you, hoping he’d build the courage to tell you how he felt. He was watching you as his wife and as his future.

“You really do love her, don’t you?” Sam asked. “Yeah. I really do.” Bucky answered, a smile adorning his face. “You’re going to be amazing parents.” Sarah added. “Parents?” Bucky questioned. “Oh no she hasn’t told you yet.” Sarah said, standing up from the table.

“Is Y/N,” Bucky started. “Am I what?” You asked. Bucky turned to you and rose from his seat so he could stand eye to eye with you. “Are you pregnant?” He asked.

You looked behind him and glared at Sarah before staring back at Bucky. “Yeah, yeah I am. You’re gonna be dad James Bucky Barnes.” You told him with a watery smile.

Just the thought of bringing a child into the world with Bucky made you more emotional than you thought possible.

“I’m gonna be a dad?” Bucky questioned. You nodded your head and Bucky scooped you up in his arms and if felt like everything was falling into place.

After 109 years of not having an ounce of peace or feeling as if he was a monster and a burden, he was getting the life he had always dreamed of. And he got to do it all with you.

#imagine #imagines #marvel imagine #marvel #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan #tony stark #sam wilson

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firefistlaw · 3 years

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Could you write some fluffy relationship hc for Katakuri, Marco & Sanji? Thank you 😄

a/n: hope you like them!

summary: Fluffy relationship hc for Katakuri, Marco and Sanji

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Katakuri

It takes effort, trust and especially respect for him to lower his giant walls and let you in, but once he does it's a very lovely and wholesome experience

He knew he adored you when instead of running away or screaming at his face, the first time you saw him you cupped his face and told him he's so handsome while you kissed his cheeks.

He would absolutely love to spend time doing normal activities with you, like you sitting close to him while you draw or him watching you while you make tea for the two of you. Very domestic stuff - that’s what he adores

Loves being with you when he has his meriendas - he just wants to munch on the doughnuts and listen to you speak about whatever you wish for honestly its the best way for him to relax. You could even be napping next to him and he would consider it quality time.

One time you asked him if it was alright if you sat on his lap and he was frozen, you want to sit on my lap? So ever since he thinks there shouldn't be another space where you sit besides his legs or between them. As a matter of fact, when it’s just the two of you, he will softly grab your waist and make you sit on his lap before you can even ask

Melts when you let your finger wander over his tattoos, sometimes it makes him sigh contentedly

His favourite position would be you in his lap or in between his legs and having your face in the crook of his neck while he sits against cushions.

Gets flustered when you want to kiss his face, even though you've said multiple times you think he’s handsome and you love every part of him, he still worries about you changing your mind one day - so when you want to kiss his face, he gets all still and tries not to move as if he could scare you away ugh heartache

"do you enjoy my company?" and when you say yes obv kata i love it with you, he just nods and caresses your cheek with his thumb

Thats his thing btw!!! When he thinks he upset you, he'll stroke your cheek with his thumb and ask what the matter is. When he thinks you look especially lovely, he'll touch your cheek with his thumb and let his fingers graze your jaw

His siblings always talk about him behind yalls back bc according to them he looks softer when he's with you <3

He likes touching you but always worries about seeming too eager so you should always take the first step!! But only in privacy, he doesn't really like pda, especially not in front of his family </3

Marco

If he's about you, then you best believe he's about you. Has a lot of flings, but rare relationships. Not a man that does halfhearted relationships either - will give his whole heart to his partner, always.

Very lowkey about a lot of stuff though, he doesn't shout out to the world that he found someone; rather appreciates privacy instead

It's either "C'mon, brat." Or "C'mon, yn." with him. Only in private the occasional "baby" drops.

Looves to tease - can be very cheeky at times too. Sometimes jokingly calls you annoying, but it always comes with a kiss to make you feel better. Sometimes pokes your sides right after to get a reaction again, ah..

Notices immediately if something is the matter and honestly? It has its perks to date someone that can heal others - whenever you cut yourself on accident or get hurt, all it takes is one look and he'll be by your side, softly healing with his devilfruit powers. Mwah love him

Additionally, if there's something on your mind he will listen patiently and try to find a solution to your problems, no matter how long it will take.

Squeezes you in between the managing of the crew. It can be hectic at times, but he will always, and I mean it, always find at least 30 minutes for you. Will make it look like as if he just randomly had time, but he didn't and you know it but for his sake you don't tell him <3

Whenever you dock onto a new island, it's you two exploring together! Doesn't matter if others join, but the grouping starts with the two of you - gets grumpy when you explore it without him so dont do it !!🍍💔

Wants you to sleep next to him at night bc he feels calmer knowing you're close to him if something happens </3

Squeezes your behind if he walks past you and if you shoot him a glare, he snickers loudly omg

Sanji

Disney Prince type of relationship. Are we surprised? Absolutely not.

Will bring you the moon if you ask him to, either he dies trying or he achieves the goal and for him, it's worth it

Wakes you up every morning with kisses, pretty words and (you already know) a breakfast buffet specifically for you. The rest of the crew already know to keep their hands off if they don't want to feel his wrath upon them--

Won't call you by your name unless he's upset at something. It's always "princess", "darling", "sugar", "honey" or "love of my life"

Speaking of, if the two of you are ever fighting about something, he'd be slumping all day and would be so sad it's heartbreaking to watch, honestly. Will move heaven and hell to get the issue out of the way between you two because he can't handle being away from you for too long :(

Expect a storm of kisses on your face afterwards! Will cup your face and doesn't stop planting smooches all over you until you start laughing and push him away

Big on pda - will always hold your hand or have his hand on the small of your back. If you're out to shop, he'll let his hand wander to your side and push you towards him while he whispers things in your ear, like how you'd look gorgeous in these clothes or how he'll buy you everything you want !!!

When there's a gathering, keeps the seat next to him free for HOURS until you come and sit next to him mwah snooji

Teaches you how to cook, only to hug you from behind and kiss the back of your neck because he would never make you cook anyway 😭

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sultryvodka · 3 years

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𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚! 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 | 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 1

𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 - 𝙢𝙖𝙮 4𝙩𝙝

warnings: mild swearing, mildly suggestive (if you squint lol)

| armin - colt - eren - jean - porco |

armin arlert

• i think most, if not all of us, agree that armin looks like the type to get all flustered with PDA & shy away from his emotions --- HOWEVER.

• rather than being all over you, he finds himself most comfortable with holding your hand or having an arm wrapped around your shoulders.

• he wouldn't mind you being clingy though 👀

• would occasionally place a gentle peck on your forehead, cheeks & his personal favorite; the palm of your hands.

• you guys' dates would mostly end up being in a library, café & restaurants with a nice warm atmosphere.

• i bet he would be the kind of guy to take you to the beach whenever you're stressed out in hopes of calming you down.

• gets very defensive when his friends tease you, if a man could bark his friends away, it's armin arlert.

• this lad over here would establish a routine with you (with your consent & opinions ofc)

• mondays to friday mornings are centered on school, you guys do your own thing at school & walk you home while making sure to stop by a convenience store for snacks, assuming that you guys don't live together yet.

• both of you make it a point to check on one another to make sure you guys aren't wearing yourselves out.

• which leads me to the conclusion that your parents grew very fond of him & treats him more like their child

• when you guys are having a sleepover, this whole lowkey facade of his takes a 180 and the second you reach the bedroom he'll shower you with cuddles and kisses.

• you would watch movies (mostly rom-com just bc armin makes it work okay) tucked in a warm futon with popcorn and candies between you two.

• armin strikes me as a very studious guy and he does this to ensure you guys' future together ^-^

• all in all armin cares about you so much and he doesn't mind being vulnerable to you. he is your safe haven, and so are you to him.

colt grice

• okay can we talk about how this perfect man deserves some more attention

• colt, my man, gives me disney's prince florian vibes. the soft-spoken, kind-hearted, & just an absolute dream.

• he's the kind of guy to take you to the park, a greenhouse, & WORKSHOPS!!!

• given the idea that he is in fact a shy little baby, he is actually pretty active with you. every date you guys have is different. mans has a quest planned out for y'all.

• at school i think that you might be the one to initiate skinship. doesn't have to be kisses on the lips, it's more of gently trailing your index on the back of his hand or rubbing a hand on his forearm when he gets a little anxious.

• the type to peek through your classroom's door because bubba's too shy to ask someone to call for you 🤧

• colt, in my opinion, is very domestic in private, now don't get me wrong he may be a little too shy in public because he isn't used to it but i promise you he takes on the nurturing role of the relationship more than you are.

• he helps you with cleaning, folding your clothes, and god if you guys get periods, he's got a whole pouch in his locker just for you.

• he doesn't do it intentionally, he happens to know you so well that he notices the slight change in your moods & cravings.

• colt often reads a book while you guys cuddle during the afternoons once all the work is done, he'd make you tea or whatever you want. he hums a tune, probably from old disney movies that his brother falco used to enjoy as a kid.

• your parents are more invested in your marriage than you and colt combined.

• okay, now if you happen to have a baby or a toddler somewhere around the house, someone keep this man from turning into a putty.

• as much as colt acts prim and proper most of the time, he has his moments where he just wants to be an entire mess. perhaps sleeping past his usual waking time, indulging in more snacks than usual. you know, loosen up? yeah, that is a side of his that only YOU will ever be allowed to see.

• so yes you and colt would be labeled as the: put-together couple who needs a little bit of adventure every now and then.

eren jaeger

• i hope i don't ramble too long because i love him sm

• mr. loverboy over here is a simp for you, more than you are a simp for him! he is not afraid to show you off and shower you with flattery. now he does this because he feels so lucky to have you.

• he can be a little cliché (well maybe not as much as jean --- more on that later), like he'll randomly interrupt your vacant class with a gift box he put together, & a bouquet. yes. (carla helped him pick out flowers from her shop)

• he's the type to crash his lips with yours in the middle of campus when you achieve something or when he does, vice-versa. if he plays in one of your school's teams, there just HAS to be a bet that if he wins he gets a kiss... or more... or something else.

• dates with eren are usually random than planned. like it pops in his head and he'll inform you right away. he respects your vacancy too of course but if you aren't he might pout just a little bit.

• his ideal dates are prop shop dates, going to hotspots, amusement parks, antique shops! & maybe late night drinks at a quiet bar where you can both enjoy the solace of the atmosphere.

• on special occasions, he does plan ahead. usually it's something on the simpler side. candlelit dinners at home or somewhere you guys both enjoy dining.

• if eren's had a bad day, best believe that he will run to you for comfort. only you can help keep his aggressive response to anger at bay.

• if given the chance he would take you around the world, he's that passionate in making sure you live a little

• hear me out... you and eren would probably have the most philosophical conversations, just laying on your backs beneath his room's skylight? heavenly.

• eren can get a little poetic expressing himself & i believe that it's just wonderful. no one can describe their feelings as good as eren.

• his favorite look of yours is when your eyes beam with excitement, it usually happens when you spot something that you used to enjoy as a kid or when you're concentrating on one of your hobbies.

• he's a very touchy person too, his hands are usually on your stomach/waist, his kisses are random & they linger for awhile.

• when you're asleep next to him, it's his habit to solemnly watch you while his own drowsiness starts to take over.

• eren is passionate & sometimes people might take it the wrong way. one of the reasons eren loves you is because of the way you understand how he is. mutual growth for y'all ♡.

jean kirschtein

• jean is not afraid to pull a live performance for you, you see this man is at the top of the world when he's with you. from 80s hits to recent releases this man will blast his playlists catered for you.

• dates with jean are certainly spent on concerts, (him & eren bond over chase atlantic don't argue with me) music festivals, thrifting & late night drives!!!

• personally, i don't see jean as very gimmicky unless you guys are with his friends, he takes you very seriously and you are his top priority.

• at school i think he's definitely one of those flirtatious boyfriends. the kind who would not miss an opportunity to blow you a kiss or throw you a wink. he can be a bit of a dork, who wouldn't be? if he can get one of your rare smiles 🥺

• jean's the type to ask his pals for help when it comes to styling. not because he dresses badly but he's too focused on getting a flush on your cheeks. he's a hopeless romantic.

• if you guys happen to stay at home, he'll definitely serenade you with the amount of songs he had written recently just for you.

• since he bonds with sasha and connie, his jokes are either dad jokes or something that went viral on tiktok. he's the perfect balance of goofy and mature.

• if you aren't much of an active person he wouldn't mind being lazy with you and insist on a diy spa day at home.

• it's just netflix with a tub of ice cream and face masks on.

• since jean is quite the romantic, he would be into couple outfits or items that aren't cringey obv and probably doesn't mind using your perfume or vice-versa.

• jean probably asked you out during one of his gigs, offering you a single rose afterwards.

• he's the type to leave you random post-it notes if he visits your house. just random phrases or doodles. and boy does he pick you up every single day on his smexy motorcycle.

• he'll bring you coffee and breakfast to-go. this man's spoiling you baby.

• aside from that, i feel like jean would make you hand-made gifts with the help of his momma. he thinks it's sentimental when you make your presents because it's one of a kind.

• jean does all these things because he's 100% about you being a constant person in his life. he loves how he can be whoever he wants when he's around you, i'm certain you guys wouldn't have it any other way either.

porco galliard

• porco can be a dick if he wants to not to you though, this tough guy turns into putty just for you. he definitely loves being treated like a baby.

• at first he might come off as cold because he isn't used to the whole romance thing and he gets flustered with the slightest pecks so you might have to initiate at first.

• but once you guys get through the awkward phase this boy would straight up greet you with a passionate kiss and does not give a damn about everybody who witnessed it. he might even have a stupid smirk on his face.

• like eren, i feel like porco would be very passionate and intense. he doesn't say much but he definitely shows you just how much he adores you.

• speaking of friends (: reiner would tease him every second of the day. i bet he would team up with bertholdt to annoy this poor boy. annie and pieck's not much help either.

•whenever you're stressed, porco would run you a bath and give you massages very often. he'll sit on the edge of the tub while he runs his hand through your hair.

•his type of dates would be watching at a cinema or a drive-in, going to the mall just to look around,he's a simple guy.

•if you guys happen to have an argument, porco would distance himself for a few minutes to a few hours just to process the situation and avoid anything his aggression might cause.

•he knew that if he wanted you guys to work he needed to be better.

•he would come back though and hold you in his arms while you guys talk it out.

•i bet he's one of the aot characters who would be an athlete, so most days you'll end up watching him practice.

•overtime, porco would be more open to being intimate in public and post stories of you two just doing things most couples do.

•he's proud that you're his and he's all yours.

•porco is a great guy and he would do anything just to make you smile.

i hope you guys liked these~! let me know who you guys want to be in the second part. requests are open and as always, stay safe! - 🌸☁️

#aot headcanons #aot x you #armin headcanons #armin arlert fluff #colt headcanons #colt grice fluff #eren headcanons #eren jaeger fluff #jean headcanons #jean kirschtein fluff #porco headcanons #porco galliard fluff #🌸☁️ works

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failbaby · 3 years

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when was it implied that spencer was incested?

It was 4 x 07 that got me thinking about that (im adding the readmore both because this is long as hell and because it’s disturbing and im on desktop & can’t tag with tws until after i post :/ )

warnings for child sexual abuse, child murder, and incest below the cut

- I’m gonna start off by saying that Spencer has multiple dreams about “Riley Jenkins,” the boy who he’s convinced his father raped and killed, but in every one of these dreams, “Riley’s” face is completely concealed, and all we can see are his feet. In every single dream, he’s wearing the same black lace-up tennis shoes that Spencer has on all the time. (Derek also says in 4 x 06 that “if there’s a baby in your dream, that means the baby is you”)

- Spencer was dreaming about leeches covering his bare chest, which (an anon pointed this out to me) is obviously a portrayal of feeling something disgusting on your body. You could also interpret this as the residual gross feeling of knowing something horrible, obv, but the more literal explanation would be that he was remembering feeling something gross or wrong on his body.

- When he was under hypnosis (this is the really weird part) and was like. hypnotic-dreaming about being four, his father came up to him while he was in bed and sat down next to him, and he immediately started pretending to be asleep. (Which ik is not weird on its own, I definitely used to do that when my mom came in my room past my bed time.)

But instead of just leaving him alone and letting him fall asleep like my mom would, or I do when I’m taking care of kids, William goes, “I know you’re awake, Spencer.” Then he starts rubbing his arm (also obviously not weird at all on its own, but if you go and watch the camera work in context with everything else it seems a little strange) and says “daddy loves you, you know that?”

At this point, Spencer in the flashback is either crying or about to cry (I don’t remember), and present Spencer, grown-up Spencer, also on the verge of tears, says “I don’t want to be here.”

And the hypnotherapist tells him it’s okay, and he can go to the next morning, and that’s where all that stuff about the blood on the clothes is uncovered.

I thought that was kind of a disturbing scene, because there was no reason he’d be so freaked out and upset about his dad coming to say goodnight to him unless something happened, right? (That scene had nothing to do with Riley or the rest of the case.) And whatever happened was upsetting enough that he was looking to the next morning, when his father was burning the bloody clothes of another human being in the back yard, for comfort and refuge. ??

- The fact that he was so desperate to nail his father for molesting and murdering a boy his age when there was absolutely no evidence for that at all (and it like. Wasn’t even close to true) was also disturbing and out of typical character. Spencer explicitly says in the previous episode that he doesn’t believe in dream analysis, but as they get closer to the origins of the case, he flies further and further off the handle and literally starts trying to convince Derek to use his weird cryptic dreams and gut feelings as grounds for detaining William.

- He wanted all of that to be true. He wanted validation that his father was a violent pedophile. Penelope didn’t find any cp on William’s computer and he got upset. You’d think it would be a relief (she even says that), but he was obviously completely convinced that William was a violent, pedophilic offender and was angry that he was not finding a way to get justice.

- (I know he was upset about William abandoning him, but you’d have to believe (or know) that he’s capable of some really horrible, horrible things to be genuinely, deeply convinced, with absolutely no evidence at all, that your father raped and killed a first grader)

- I’m totally convinced that William was abusive in some way, because Derek and Emily both mention that Spencer (of eidetic memory fame) doesn’t remember his childhood at all, and we see in Revelations that his memories kick in literally the moment William walks out the door. He repressed all of his memories of that man??

- I’m like. 60% sure they were trying to imply that William had molested him and he didn’t exactly remember, but that he knew what his father was on some level and was seeking justice for what happened to him. He was so worked up when they couldn’t find anything because he knew that meant that William was going to get away with hurting him

#ask #characters #tw incest #tw csa #also i didn't want to drag derek into this one but i do wonder if having derek there/having him yell for derek when he was covered in the l #with how derek was also a survivor #memoriam

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runningfrom2am · 1 year

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the sea around us; chapter sixteen

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

wc: 4k (damn)

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Kie absolutely flips back at The Chateau when John B and I show up from Tannyhill with Sarah. Needless to say, she is not pleased that we want Sarah in on it.

"No effing way!" Kie says to us, shaking her head, as everyone sits around just watching. "Seriously? So she's just in on this now?"

"I dunno, but all I care about is her cut comes out of your share." Pope shrugs, looking at John B and I.

"I don't remember taking a vote," Kie complains, crossing her arms. "This is our thing. A pogue thing."

"I gotta say, I'm just a tad uncomfortable with this," Pope speaks up and I sigh.

"Pope, when are you not uncomfortable?"

"I don't know, I rode here on the back of JJ's bike pretty comfortably." He replies and JJ nods.

"Yeah, I've honestly never seen him so relaxed."

"JJ you are not helping," I say and he immediately shuts up.

"That's cute you guys." John B says sarcastically.

"We were all extremely comfortable until you brought her!" Kie says, pointing to Sarah. "And we were all comfortable in doing our own thing until you started fucking her brother!" She says, turning to me and I throw my arms up, pacing the patio. "And suddenly, to both of you, pogue life doesn't matter anymore as soon as you get laid by some kooks!" I shoot her a look, running my hand through my hair.

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here!" Sarah says, drawing Kie's attention.

"Then leave," Kie says bitterly.

Sarah scoffs, looking over to John B. "See? I told you." She says, arms crossed,

"Tell them what exactly, Sarah? That you're a liar?"

"No, that you're a shit-talking bitch!" Sarah shouts back at her, sitting up now. I watch JJ and Pope as they immediately begin to place bets on who will win- JJ already has his wallet out.

"Everybody shut up!" John B shouts, grabbing everyone's attention.

"I'm fucking leaving," I grumble, grabbing my tote bag from the floor next to the couch. "Call me when you're done being pissed that I've found a guy who likes me more than you," I say to Kie before storming out, holding up my middle finger behind me without looking back.

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I ended up going back to Tannyhill to spend the night, since now, without a home and the Chateau, it was my only option. I'm feeling thankful for Ward already. I ring the doorbell, and Wheezie answers a few moments later.

"Oh, hi Snowy." She says, pulling it open more so I can come in. "Rafe! Your girlfriend is here!" She shouts up the stairs.

"Hi, Wheezie." I smile, taking my shoes off and placing them beside the door. That is something I never let go of when I moved from BC, I hate that everyone here wears their shoes inside. Except when I'm at John B's, lord knows when the last time he or even Big John did a good mop, so that's my only exception.

"You know, you live here now so you don't have to ring the doorbell. Unless it's like 2 am the door is always unlocked." Wheezie tells me, crossing her arms and laughing a little at me both for removing my shoes and for not just walking in.

"Oh, okay. Good to know." I nod, smiling at her.

"Why did you take your shoes off?" She asks.

"Uh, well, in Canada no one wears shoes in the house. Especially other people's houses." I laugh slightly as Rafe comes down the stairs.

"Wheeze, leave her alone." He says, stopping before the last set and leaning on the railing.

"I just answered the door, I'm not bothering her." The young girl insists.

"No, definitely not bothering me," I assure him, smiling at his sister.

"Come on," Rafe says, signaling for me to follow him. I wave goodbye to Wheezie and thank her for opening the door, then I go up after Rafe.

"Okay, so, your room is just over here..." He says, pointing as we walk down the hall, and opening the door to the same guest bedroom I showered in last week. "Wheezies room is right down there, and my room is upstairs, as you know." He explains as we walk in, and I look around.

"Thank you." I smile at him.

"Yeah, uh, no problem." He says, and we both sit on the bed, me crossing my legs. "So, you live here now?" He laughs.

"Well, probably not full-time. John B is keeping the chateau so I'll likely still be there a lot." I shrug.

"Right, well, my dad said you were nervous since I didn't know he was going to offer, but I want you to know that I don't mind. Seriously." Rafe smiles at me, as I hear someone walking towards the open door. I look up and see that it's Ward.

"Rafe, we went over this, buddy." He laughs and Rafe gets up, raising his hands in mock surrender and walking back to the door.

"I gave this same talk to John B and Sarah, so don't feel weird, but there's going to be some rules." He says and I nod. "No going in each other's rooms, and no closed doors in other rooms, got it?" He asks, and Rafe and I make eye contact for a second. He smirks a little and looks me up and down.

"Dad, oh my god." Rafe groans, moving quickly on from our silent interaction so his dad doesn't pick up on it. "I'm an adult." He says and Ward turns to him.

"Yes, and she is seventeen, so you get the same rules as Sarah," Ward says, looking at his son seriously.

"Of course, that's fine," I say with a smile before Rafe starts arguing with him. "Thank you for letting me stay here," I tell him again.

"Rafe, if you could give me a minute with our guest," Ward says, turning to his son and giving him a look.

Rafe nods and walks away, heading up to his room, if I had to guess. Ward comes and sits down next to me.

"So, how is John B doing?" He asks, and I assume I look confused because he explains. "With his dad, and all that. I know it has to be hard on him."

"Well, he's doing alright. We all try our best to be there for him, but he won't accept that his dad likely will not be coming back alive, so it's a bit of a touchy subject." I tell him honestly, avoiding eye contact.

"Big John was a great man, wasn't he?" He asks and I nod. Big John was like a father to me. Of course, my dad is still alive and well, but there's just something so great about talking to someone else's dad about stuff you can't tell your own parents about. I feel like I could start crying so I know it's better for me not to speak.

"Is it true he was looking for the Royal Merchant when he disappeared?" Ward asks me.

"Well, I think so, yeah," I say quietly.

"Do you know if John B has expressed any interest in that? Finishing his father's work?" Why would Ward ask me about this? I decide it's best to ignore the question, and really lean into the whole 'death of a parental figure' thing. I let the tears flow as he's partway through his question, letting my shoulders start to shake and I cover my face.

"I'm so sorry, I just... Big John was a father to me too and I just haven't talked to anyone about it. No one ever asked how I was doing, you know?" I sob, lifting my hands to wipe under my eyes.

I catch a glimpse of him between my fingers while I wipe my eyes, and he looks more frustrated that I didn't answer than worried that I was so upset. He definitely knows something.

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I haven't left my room since Ward came and talked to me. I need to talk to John B, but he stayed back at the chat with everyone else after I left. I don't even know if I want to talk to him. I've been staring at the ceiling for about forty-five minutes before I drift off to sleep, thinking endlessly about what Kie said to me in the afternoon.

When I wake up, my mouth is dry and I'm instantly uncomfortable because I'm still wearing jeans. It's pitch black outside- and I lift my phone from where it's fallen out of my hand at my side. 2:50 am. I've got to get a drink.

I look in the bathroom for a cup to grab some water, but there's nothing. I sigh and resign myself to having to walk down to the kitchen to grab a water bottle after quickly getting changed into some pyjamas.

I quietly sneak downstairs, but freeze on the steps when I see the lights on. I tiptoe down onto the landing, and walk over to the entrance, peaking into the doorway. No one there. I sigh a breath of relief and grab a water bottle from the fridge, before retreating back up the stairs, following the flashlight on my phone as it's pointed at the floor.

"Snow?" I look up when I hear my name.

"Oh, Rafe. Hi." I whisper back.

"What are you doing up?" He asks, stepping down the last couple steps onto this level and walking up to me.

"I was just thirsty so I just grabbed some water." I shake the bottle towards him. "What about you?"

"Oh uh... I just couldn't sleep, I guess." He replies, shrugging softly.

"Wanna go in the pool?" He asks, making me laugh.

"It's three am."

"C'mon, let's go. It's a private pool- it's not like it closes at five or anything." Rafe insists, a slight smile tugging on his lips.

I look towards my door and think for a second. It's not like I'm going to sleep any time soon, I just woke up. "Okay, yeah. Let me get changed quick." I nod, walking past him and into my room, and I'm surprised when he follows.

I grab a swimsuit from my bag that I haven't unpacked yet, and head into the bathroom to change, while Rafe sits down on my bed.

I come out and I quietly follow him downstairs and out onto the deck, and watch as he flicks on the lights in the pool and the ones that surround it. I take off my pyjamas which I threw back on top of my bathing suit, folding up my clothes and resting them on a chair with my phone.

We haven't said a word to each other, and I'm starting to feel a little nervous. I know I shouldn't, though. It's just too quiet out here.

"It's so quiet." I whisper to fill the silence as Rafe walks over and pulls off his sweats, tossing them on the chair next to my clothes. I guess he planned on going for a late night swim, since he's wearing trunks underneath.

"It's nice isn't it?" He replies, smiling at me as he walks over to the edge of the pool, stepping in.

"Yeah." I agree, following him over. "Is it cold?" I ask and he shakes his head.

I dip my foot in anyways just to check. "You and I have different definitions of cold." I giggle, pulling my foot back out.

"Okay come on, you'll get used to it." He smiles up at me, standing about waist deep now as he holds his hand out to me by the stairs.

"Okay, okay." I give myself a small pep talk as I take his hand, putting one foot in. Just then, he tugs slightly on my arm as if he's going to pull me in. "Oh my god!" I laugh, looking back at the house and making sure no one heard.

"I'm sorry," Rafe laughs, "I had to- I'm sorry. I promise I won't."

I give him a look of 'don't you dare' as I slowly take another step deeper, and another, until I'm up to my ribs.

"Oh my god this is the worst part." I laugh, holding my arms still above the water. I jump a little bit to try and warm myself up, and he's right, I'm adjusting quickly.

"It's not that bad." He smiles, shaking his head at me, still not letting go of my hand as I hold it above the surface.

"Okay, okay yeah. I'm good." I say, dropping his hand to let my arms fall into the water. It's still cold, so I pull my arms closer and cross them over my waist.

"Is green your favorite color?" Rafe asks me out of nowhere.

"Uh, I guess so." I shrug. "I mean, I really like brown too. Maybe a close second though, green is more fun."

"Gotcha. Yeah, I just figured 'cause like, you wear a lot of green stuff so..." He explains and I nod.

"As long as I don't wear a very specific shade of a bright forest green, I won't look like a leprechaun." I giggle and he looks confused, but laughs anyways.

"What?"

"Yeah, like, with my hair, and the freckles, it's kind of a fine line."

"Oh, I mean I guess so." He agrees. "Not that you do, uh, look like a leprechaun. I can just see how that could be, like, uhm... yeah." He sounds nervous now.

"What's your favorite color?" I ask, wanting to get the conversation off of me.

"Uh, I don't know. Maybe like... blue, I guess?" He answers, sounding unsure.

"Do you not have a favorite color?"

"Not really, no." He chuckles, shaking his head as he leans back against the edge of the pool.

"Okay, well what's your favorite color to look at? Like, what color itches your brain the most- is the most satisfying to you?"

"Maybe like... orange. Yeah, that's a nice color to look at." He nods, looking satisfied with that answer.

I smile. "Yeah, that's a good one. Like a nice sunset moment."

"Yeah, totally." Rafe nods, not pulling his eyes from me.

"Okay. Here's a good one." I start, leaning over the edge of the pool next to him and crossing my arms on the ground to support myself. "What is your favorite Fast movie?"

"Five. Definitely Five." He answers, without giving it a second thought.

I nod in approval. "Good choice." I grin, looking up at him. "That's my favorite too."

"Objectively like, it's the best one. I would say Seven but like, way too damn sad." Rafe shakes his head at that.

"Right? I literally always cry at the end."

"Okay so I have never cried watching a movie, but that movie almost did it for me." He laughs.

"You have to watch About Time. You will sob." I laugh.

"Never heard of it."

"Well, it's one of the best movies of all time. Up there with Frozen two. And Fast, obviously. And the Godzilla movies. The new ones, I mean." I ramble on.

"Do not tell me you like the Godzilla movies." Rafe laughs, looking at me in disbelief.

"I get a lot of flack for this, but they're my comfort movies." I nod.

"I've never met anyone who has liked those," Rafe shakes his head. "I mean, I don't hate them but they're a weird comfort movie to have."

I nod. "Yeah, like I get it- it is an odd choice. They're just fun." I say, turning to lean my back against the wall now to look out and see if I can see the ocean from here, and I can. The moonlight bounces off the waves beautifully and this is the perfect view through the clearing in the trees.

Rafe places his arm over my shoulders and leans into me, rubbing my arm in the process.

"God- you are cold. You've got goosebumps." He chuckles and I nod.

"I wasn't kidding. I am warming up now though, you were right."

"I'm always right." He says, a cocky tone to his voice.

I roll my eyes a little with a smile on my face and shake my head. "Big brother behaviour."

"Well, yeah, how else am I supposed to behave?" He chuckles, and I can feel his gaze on me.

"Fair enough- you don't know any better." I laugh, turning to look up at him.

And I thought JJ's eyes were blue- now I don't even remember what they look like. Maybe it's something to do with the pool lights having a blue tint- or the moonlight reflecting off the ocean in front of us, but Rafe's eyes look somehow bluer now than they ever have before.

"Thanks for like... being okay with me staying here." I say after he's quiet for a moment.

"I told you, I want you here." He replies, reaching up with his free hand and pushing some of my hair back that's fallen out of my bun.

"Can I... uh..." He says softly, leaning in towards me a little bit. I nod with a smile as he lets his hand rest on my cheek and pulls me closer, holding that same bit of hair back as he kisses me softly. It's sweet- not like the last two times. Not that the first two times were bad- but this is so different.

Last time, he did it to piss off my friends. Fully warranted. The first time, we were both so drunk we couldn't stand up straight. This is more real. A million times more real.

He pulls away and I feel my cheeks burning- the cold from the water and the breeze completely gone now.

"Orange like your hair." He says, and I furrow my brow a bit.

"Huh?"

"My favorite color."

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The following afternoon, I agree to go out with John B, JJ, and Sarah to talk about what the plan is. What's happening with Kie, and maybe bring up what happened with Ward yesterday if I get a second alone with John B. I trust Sarah, but I'd need to talk to him first to see if he knows what's going on.

We're out in the marsh when John B asks us to grab something from the hold. We walk over, and right as I feel a presence behind me JJ is grabbing me and dropping me in. I scream, laughing as John B does the same thing to Sarah. It's not funny anymore, though, when they close the door and lock it behind us. "John B? JJ! Hey!" I yell, slamming on the door with Sarah.

"This isn't funny!" Sarah adds as we try to push it open. Shit, there goes us getting to talk.

"Sorry girls, I'll let you out later! I swear!" We hear him shout back.

"What are they doing?" I ask Sarah and she shakes her head.

"Not a clue." She says as we both just resolve to sit down. We'll probably be waiting a while. "They wouldn't actually just leave us, right? He's coming back to open it?"

"Of course, he'll come back." I nod. "John B wouldn't hurt a hair on your head- let alone leave you to starve in a hold. Me, on the other hand? Maybe." I joke, laughing slightly.

"No way," Sarah says, laughing and shaking her head. "You should hear the way he talks about you."

I roll my eyes at that, scoffing. "I'm serious! He loves you, when you're not around he refers to you as his sister." Sarah says as we both hug our knees to our chests.

"Well, that's sweet." I agree.

"And JJ is so obviously in love with you it is ridiculous." She whispers, laughing a little.

"He's like that with every girl who can breathe." I reply, "Trust me, it's not personal." I laugh a little bit. "Can I tell you a secret?" I whisper and I see her nod.

"I was absolutely obsessed with JJ. Since the day I met him. I told Kie I was in love with him. It is honestly so embarrassing..." I giggle, trailing off.

"What happened?" Sarah asks me. "I didn't know you had, like, history."

"Honestly? Pretty much nothing. We hooked up one time, allegedly he doesn't remember it happening, and I decided to try and avoid going through that again."

"Oh.." Sarah says, not sure what to say. "He's a liar." She chuckles. "There's no way he doesn't remember. Boys always remember- it doesn't matter how shitfaced they are, seriously."

"That's what I'm afraid of," I explain. "That he knew and was too embarrassed to admit it because it was weird."

Sarah sighs. "Yeah... I mean if he didn't want to be a big boy and talk about it, that's his loss."

"Thanks, Sarah." I smile. "But now, I think I'm starting to get over it. I'm happier."

"With Rafe?" She asks.

"Well, it's complicated, unfortunately. It wouldn't be my love life it made sense, would it?" We both giggle at this.

"Then what's up with you guys? We all know you're like, together."

"Nothing official, I guess. And we haven't like, done anything, if you were taking Kie's word at face value yesterday." I explain and she nods softly.

"My brother shut me out a few years ago, so I don't know a lot, but I can tell he's like, doing better, I guess. He's slightly less angry at the world, at us, whatever. You're getting in his head, is what I mean. In a good way." Sarah says and I smile a little. That does make me more relaxed about the situation. At least he wasn't just manipulating me when he told me he needed me, and that I'm helping him.

"It just... I don't get why she would say that to me. In front of everyone, too. It's not even true, she was straight-up lying; and for what? Like, it didn't do anything but hurt me. She knows I care about my friends. I literally always build my plans around her and the boys. Like, 'Oh, you want to go surfing in the afternoon? Sweet, I'll take a morning shift' or 'You guys need me for Royal Merchant stuff at noon? All good, I'll tell Rafe I need to be back by then'. I have never once told them no- I have never once put him first." I rant on for a minute and Sarah just lets me. "I mean, after Midsummers, when John B got pushed from the tower, I had told Rafe I would stay with him because he needed me. He needed me, I'm so serious Sarah he was having a really rough night. But I was there for her and for John B in a minute, so how dare she accuse me of not caring."

"Well, you know how I feel about Kie," Sarah says, "But putting myself in her shoes, you guys are family. Especially for you, and John B, and JJ, you guys are pretty much all you have. And I think she cares about you, and I think she just doesn't want to lose that."

"Yes, but I don't know because I've always been second to Kie. She was their friend first, she is rich, and smart, and so pretty, and I love her but it is hard to not look at this and think she's trying to take Rafe from me." Sarah laughs and shakes her head. "Not literally, of course- she hates him, I just mean it feels like she can't let me have one thing of my own. That's mine, and that I can be proud of, because our lives revolve so heavily around each other."

"That's the reason I ghosted her." Sarah nods. "I assume you only heard her side of the story, yeah?" She asks.

"Of course- please, go on." I laugh.

"I had my birthday party and didn't invite her. So she called the cops and got the party busted." Sarah said, stretching out her legs as much as she could in this tiny space. "She ruined my birthday because she wasn't there. I couldn't have a nice thing without her." She shakes her head.

"Sounds about right, apparently," I say, but I do know how hurt Kie was after that happened. She was heartbroken, and I was there for her.

Just then, we hear some commotion up on the deck and begin pounding on the door again as we hear splashing in the water. The door opens, and it's Kie. "Oh, great," Kie says sarcastically, stepping back as we climb out. We look off the edge, and JJ and John B are swimming away to Pope's boat.

Great indeed.

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this part is so cute i literally cant- it might be my fave chapter omg

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Please Fix the Story Pt 19 - Sci Fi

The new part is here. I've struggled with this story a little bit recently, but I wanted to continue this, to share it with you.

Master Post linked here

Enjoy!

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“Bel…”

“BEL!”

The world around me was pitch black, empty except for voices I didn't recognize, shouting a name I couldn't remember. I blinked, trying to clear my vision without success.

“Hello?” My anxious shout faded into the nothingness around me.

“I have to do it, Bel. It’s how the story goes.” A blurry figure stood in front of me, his facial features unclear behind his blond hair, but his tone contained frustration and regret. “You know what happens to a world when the story is incomplete. Sacrifices have to made.”

“Who are you…?”

“That’s our fate, we just have to accept that.” He faded away into the darkness, leaving me alone again.

“Come back! Explain what you meant!” I screamed at the disappearing figure. “WHAT SACRIFICE? WHAT FATE?!”

"YOU MUST ACCEPT YOUR FATE."

“Are you lost?” A new voice spoke up, strange, yet completely and utterly familiar.

I spun around, but there was no one behind me. “I’m… I’m lost.”

“No matter where you go, who you become… I’ll find you, Bel. I promise.” The voice was a whisper in my ear. “Fate can’t tear us apart. I won’t let it. Even if I have to destroy fate itself.”

“But I can’t find you. I don’t remember who you are!” I was crying, my tears disappearing into the surrounding mist.

“I’ll find you.” The words were quieter, as if the owner of the voice was fading away.

“DON’T LEAVE ME!”

“I promise.”

“NOT AGAIN!”

"You must accept your fate."

"Bel..."

"You must.."

“…I promise…”

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“LIAM!”

I woke up, screaming a name that disappeared from my mind as soon as the sound as faded, tears and sweat staining my cheeks.

I curled up into a ball, my head resting on my knees, trying to catch my breath.

Who am I?

Finding no answers, I eventually steadied my nerves, getting up, showering and changing. I looked up at the clock on the wall, wincing as I realized that I was running late for class.

Great, now I’m going to miss breakfast, and I'm starving.

I put on my uniform jacket, lamenting silently my lack of time to fill my empty stomach. As I left my dorm, however, my eye caught something sitting on the floor right outside my door. It was a small plate with a peeled apple and a note with Alaira’s name on it.

I thought Alaira was supposed to be loner… This has to be a trap, right?

It had been several weeks since I woke up in this strange world. It couldn’t be more obvious that she didn’t have any true friends or allies. No one who would care enough to send breakfast, definitely.

Maybe it’s from whoever has been following me around?

Since the second day, I had noticed a shadowy presence following me at a distance. Whoever it was, they never attempted to try to speak to me, or interfere with me in ay way. But it was always nearby, always watching.

So now they’ve upgraded to leaving me food?

I picked up the apple, looking around, and scanned it with the personal computer on my wrist, which showed no drugs or other abnormalities.

Well… I am hungry, which outweighs the possible grim outcome of death by poison, I suppose.

Shrugging mentally, I took a bite. The taste was sweet. I sighed with satisfaction and took another bite. As I chewed, a thought occurred to me, confusing me all the more.

How did they know I like peeled apples?

As far as I could remember, Alaira had never liked apples. It was considered an ancient fruit, more of an oddity than a dietary staple. She had tried it once or twice and hadn’t been impressed.

But I liked it…

I liked apples a lot… but only peeled ones. It was something almost instinctive I had felt whenever I thought about the fruit. But… I hadn’t eaten any apples since I woke up as Alaira.

So how do they know? Does this sci fi story come with mind readers?

I took another bite, feeling confused.

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“Why the hatred for the apple peel?”

The young man seemed genuinely curious from his tone of voice as he handed me a freshly peeled fruit.

I shrugged, taking a bite. “You try living as a princess in a lower fantasy realm. I bit into a poisoned apple once and the inside was glowing green.” I shuddered. “Ever since then I can’t stand to bite into an apple with the peel still on.”

The man had already started peeling another fruit, and paused in his actions. “Did the prince have to kiss you to break the spell?”

“Why, are you jealous?” I grinned.

“N-no… I’m just asking.” His head hung down, as he seemed to stare intently into the apple in his hands.

I patted his head. “I took an antidote ahead of time. Didn’t fall asleep. Instead, I beat the crap out of the witch.”

He laughed at that. “Didn’t you get in trouble for changing things?”

“Of course. But it was so worth it.”

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I stared down at the partially eaten fruit in my hands, feeling overwhelmed at the memories surging through my mind.

I keep seeing these memories, but I can’t connect them to anything. What are these lower realms? Is that what I’m in right now? Who is this person I keep seeing?

I felt incomplete, a large part of my memories, my emotions, were missing. What was worse, I wasn’t even sure what was gone, what I should be sad about losing.

I grabbed my bag and walked out the door.

“Alaira.” A voice called out, stopping me in my tracks. Turning, I sighed with odd sense of disappointment at the person standing before me.

Who was I expecting?

I forced a grin and made a rude gesture. “Hey Chris, how awful to see you this morning! Terrible of you to stop by.” I checked my personal communicator and shrugged. “Fortunately for me, I’m running late and have no time for your nonsense. So we’ll save your annoying ranting and raving for a later date, okay?”

He ignored my words, stepping closer with an excited look. “Have you heard the news?”

“Even if I say yes, you’re still going to tell me, right?”

“Don’t pretend, it’s not fooling anyone!” He glared at me. “You’ve been hoping to trap me as your Connector since the match results came back!”

I sighed. “At this point, it’s not even funny anymore. What can I say that will possibly convince you that that is NOT the case?”

“You won’t be able to stop my dreams, Alaira! Next time I’m going to win!”

“Yes, you’re the absolute greatest.” I rolled my eyes. “I cry myself to sleep each night over the fact that we aren’t partners, and I will never feel anything in this life but anguish and despair… now can I go to class?”

He looked ever angrier at my sarcasm. “Just wait until the next match. You’ll see that I’m good enough to be a Guardian. Because I’ve got…”

“Okay, buddy. Sounds good.” I interrupted, walking away.

“Wait, you didn’t finish listening…”

“Yep. See you next match.”

I left him behind, ignoring his rage induced sputtering.

Met an idiot first thing... but hey, at least I'm not hungry anymore!

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A few days later, the next round of mock Mech battles began.

As the winner of the prior fight, I was slated to go first, completing the first four battles with relative ease. As the day wore on, however, the drain on my body from using the Mech was increasing exponentially. Fortunately I was on my last scheduled fight of the day… even if this was the hardest so far.

A light headache was throbbing at my temples as I scanned the field around me. The arena stood as a large stadium, featuring a high-class barrier shield that extended up to twenty stories in the air. Hundreds of seats surrounded the fighting field, all equipped with holo screens that played the footage taken by the referee bots floating around the fight.

The excited screams from the audience were slightly muffled by the protective screen, and the remaining noise was filtered out as I focused on the fight ahead of me.

My opponent this time was a third year A level Guardian, an experienced fighter, who fought along side a D level Connector. Alaira had faced off with them multiple times in the past, and she had always struggled to win despite the difference in strength of abilities.

There was no denying the advantage that a Connector brought to the fight.

I grinned, ignoring the draining sensation of operating my Mech, the headache and weakness that quickly came on each time I made the Connection. The pain was severe, like a knife stabbing through my eye, but I forced myself to ignore it. As I fought, I couldn’t help but feel bitter.

It’s not like I haven’t been looking for a Connector.

Each day I went to the Matching Center. Each day I endured the laughter, the stares, the whispers and pointing. Each day I was faced with the same words: “No match available.”

Do I need to come up with a different plan? But I can’t fight the Hive without a Mech, and I can’t operate a Mech without a Connector… unless I want to slowly destroy my mind like Alaira did.

I sighed, not seeing any easy answers, and focused on the fight ahead of me. Although I had Alaira’s memories, and operating the Mech came as almost second nature with my S level alpha waves, I had run into an unexpected obstacle:

Alaira’s weapon of choice had been dual wielding energy pistols.

What a waste of the cool looking sword on my back. My physical body was suspended in the Connection chamber, a shielded globe filled with suspension gel. Although the Mech was controlled through alpha brain waves and the Connection, the closer I was to the Mech, the easier that control was. Thus the space for the Guardian was always in the center of the Mech.

I wore helmeted mask monitoring my vitals such as oxygen saturation and heart rate, adjusting the air composition and breath volume to accommodate my body’s stress reaction during battle. A skintight silver suit covered me, interacting with the gel to provide me physical feedback that the Mech would feel. My vision was shared with my Mech’s video system; I looked down and saw the pistols resting in the robotic hands. It was strange, I was obviously inside the robot, but the sensation of the ground beneath my feet, the guns in my hands, was all too real.

The physical sensation made it easier to fight, but it had an obvious drawback, which was that I felt any blows that my Mech sustained. During the fight I was the Mech, and it was a part of me. I tightened my grip around the energy weapons, feeling tired.

Something felt off about using these as my weapons.

I still had no memories about my past, but as I had practiced with the Mech these past few weeks, I had noticed a familiarity with fighting and battles, even more than what Alaira had in my memories after a lifetime of training at home with her father and then in the academy.

Am I some kind of warrior or something?

It didn’t seem right, but I couldn’t explain the comfortable sensation of judging my opponent and fighting with them. But that comfort and familiarity did not extend to dual wielding pistols.

I just wasn’t a great shot.

We had already been fighting for ten minutes. My headache had worsened and I felt tired, but I had only managed to score a few hits on non-vital areas. The only benefit was that the opposing Mech had only been able to strike me twice with the energy-enhanced spear he carried.

“You seem a little off today, Alaira, everything all right?” My opponent’s voice came over his speaker, shocking me. It was technically considered bad etiquette to talk during battle, but it was hard to fault him, as he seemed genuinely concerned about my less than ideal fighting state.

I shook my head, raising my pistols once more. “I’m fine, let’s continue.”

I rushed forward, taking advantage of my superior speed and maneuverability to get closer, trying to make it harder to miss my shots. The opposing Mech jumped backwards, but it was too late. Its hand was within my grasp. Turning and using its significant weight to my advantage, I flipped the robot over my own’s shoulder put the barrel of my gun against the metal head.

My final shot through its temple destroyed the key mechanisms within it, rendering it immobile and finishing the fight.

That was too close… I’ve been practicing with the pistols since I’ve woken up in this strange world, and seen no improvement… what am I doing wrong?

As the referee called out my victory, I backed away, letting out a sigh of relief. It had been a harder fight than it should have been, but at least it was over.

I need a nap.

“I WANT TO CHALLENGE ALAIRA!”

An extremely annoying voice spoke up, causing my already bad headache to worsen.

... Why me?

I turned towards the speaker. “Chris. Didn’t we agree that we were going to avoid each other? … Or was that just my wishful thinking?”

His all white Mech landed in front of my own, holding a large, oversized sword. He swung it back and forth, and although I couldn’t see his facial expressions, the smug tone of his voice through the Mech’s speakers were enough to make me wish I could make my Mech roll its eyes.

“Surely the legendary S level Guardian Alaira isn’t SCARED to fight with a mere D level Guardian such as myself, right?”

“Guardian Chris, please retract your challenge. Guardian Alaira has already finished five consecutive mock battles, and needs time to recover.” The instructor’s face was stern on the holographic screens around us, leaving no room for disagreement.

Chris laughed mockingly. “Oh, I thought she said that even with all the advantages and luck she could still beat me? I guess it was just empty arrogance.” His Mech shook its head. “With such a weak personality, no wonder you can’t find a Connector to match you. Who would want to endure such a woman?”

“…”

CLANG!

My Mech’s foot connected with the other’s crotch, and I heard a high-pitched squeal of pain. Ha, shared sensation with the Mech comes in handy sometimes.

“How dare you?!” His pained shout made me grin.

“Less talking, more fighting. I accept your challenge, Chris.” I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the feeling of my head splitting apart, as well as the light ringing in my ears. I had reached the limit of how long I could safely operate the Mech.

But the sound of his smug satisfaction infuriated me.

Every night, I was haunted by nightmares. Sometimes it was fragments of memories of unfamiliar worlds and people. Most nights, however, I dreamt of Alaira’s end. Alone, broken, terrified, a horrific death for a lonely girl.

And this idiot had watched it happen.

It might not be smart, but I just really want to beat him up. I took a stance, brandishing the pistols, feeling off kilter once more at the light weight in both of my hands.

In the meantime Chris had recovered from his inconvenience, and had resumed his taunting. “Oh, yeah, you ran away so fast the other day, I never got to share with you the good news:” He paused for what I assumed was dramatic effect. “I matched with a Connector earlier last week.”

He obviously meant this to be a huge blow to me, but Alaira’s memories had already warned me this would happen. A beautiful young woman, one of the many who competed for Chis’s affection. This one is a princess… Ilene, I think?

Unbidden, my mind was filled with the thought of the serious, quiet Prince William. I hadn’t seen him since that first day in front of the matching center. So he would be her brother?

I felt a moment of concern at his absence, and then confused, I shook my head, dismissing the thought. I had no reason to see him. Why would I worry about a stranger? Shrugging, I waved casually to Chris’s Mech.

“I welcome the princess to the battle. Sorry you’re on the losing team!”

“…”

There was a moment of shocked silence. “You already know?!”

I winced at Chris’s ear piercing shriek. “Know and don’t care.”

“But… I have a Connector.”

“Yeah, you said that.”

“So I won’t be YOUR Connector!”

I sighed. “We’ve long established that. Look, buddy, it’s been a long day and I’m really tired, are you gonna keep talking about your boring personal life, or are we gonna try to crush each other with massive robots?”

“... Fine then! Keep pretending you don’t care!” Chris seemed really upset at not eliciting a bigger reaction from me, but fortunately turned his attention to the battle as well.

As the hologram around us signaled the start to the fight, he raised his sword and moved towards me, but I had already moved behind him.

BAM!

A shot hit his shoulder, blowing large metallic pieces into the air. I frowned, frustrated. I was faster and stronger than him, but my shots just weren’t going where I wanted them to.

Chris ‘s Mech turned around to face, me, the oversized sword’s momentum swaying the robot from side to side. His movement accuracy and speed had tripled from our last encounter. Clearly, he and his Connector were well matched, well over the required 50%.

But I was still faster.

I ducked under his blow, aiming upwards at his elbow and firing another couple shots.

BAM! BAM!

I missed. Cursing, I recovered, dodging another blow as I increased the distance between us.

Stupid guns.

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A young man threw up his hands, clearly frustrated.

“Why are you so stubborn? Every single world you insist on using a sword. We were in a laser battle for goodness sake!”

“Swords are more dependable.”

“Oh come on…”

“Plus I’m a terrible shot.”

He sighed. “Fine. But what if one day you don’t have me watching your back?”

“It will be fine.” I grinned. “Don’t you love saying that everything is according to fate? Maybe a sword is just mine?”

“... It doesn’t work like that.”

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A brief memory flashed in my mind, confusing me.

During my distraction, Chris’s Mech tried to strike again. With no time to dodge, I raised my gun, blocking the blow with the barrel. The weapon cracked under the edge of the sword. I pushed him back, relying on my superior strength and jumped backwards, throwing away the broken weapon in my hand. Glancing down at the remaining gun I had, I felt a warm liquid drip from my nose. It was bleeding, a sign of the increasing strain of the Connection.

I was breaking down. I wouldn't last the rest of the fight.

I had to surrender.

Screw that!

I holstered my remaining gun, drawing the large sword on my Mech’s back. As I held it in front of me, I suddenly felt at home, completely comfortable, as if I had held a sword many times before. I stared at Chris’s Mech, feeling excited.

Now, this feels like a fight!

I raced forward, swinging my sword in a horizontal strike.

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I was standing in a group of zombies, my sword cutting through the neck of the closest monster.

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Chris dodged, stumbling backwards. I used the momentum of my first swing to smoothly transition into a downward slash.

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I was an elf, dancing in the forest, my blade striking down shadowy creatures in the midst of a large battle.

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THUD!

A robotic hand fell to the ground as I cut it off at the wrist. Chris let out a moan of pain, cut short as I controlled my Mech to kick him in the face, knocking him on his back.

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I was a vampire, holding a sword made of darkness, fighting humans with elegance and grace.

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Chris tried to stand up but my foot on his chest prevented the movement. I rested the tip of my sword at his Mech’s throat.

“Do you surrender?”

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“Surrender?” I smiled as I spoke, staring down at the man on the ground. I couldn’t see his face clearly except for his dark blue eyes, which stared at me without a hint of embarrassment despite his defeated position.

“I surrender.” His voice was warm. “You’re pretty amazing with a sword.”

“After all the realms I’ve fought through? I would have to be.” I shook my head. “Don’t you use swords when you travel?”

“I’m not permitted to travel anymore.” He grinned. “I keep refusing to play my role.”

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I blinked, focusing on the partially destroyed Mech in front of me. Not hearing his answer, I dug the tip into his neck slightly, only stopping when he let out a groan.

“Do. You. Surrender?”

“I surrender.” His answer sounded like it was forced through gritted teeth.

I could hear muted cheers from the crowd behind the shield as the holographic screens around us displayed my name as the victor.

“Good.” I moved my sword and turned away. My body felt drained, every muscle screaming in pain. I tasted blood in my mouth, my head hurting worse with each passing second.

“I’LL BEAT YOU ONE DAY!” Chris called out behind me. “I’LL GET STRONGER, AND I’LL SHOW YOU!”

“Tell it to someone who cares.” I didn’t turn around, and left the arena.

At least I won. Now if my head would just stop hurting...

As soon as I reached the docking area, my legs crumpled beneath me, and my world faded into darkness.

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Where am I?

I woke up in a white room, on a plain, clean bed, wearing a hospital gown.

This isn’t a different world, is it?

I carefully searched my memories, but didn’t feel anything different. I sighed, realizing I must be in the school infirmary. In my memories of her life, Alaira had helped bring her fellow students there in the past, but had never stayed to be examined. Deep down she had known that without a Connector she was breaking down, and was afraid the school would prevent her from fighting.

It might have saved her life if she had.

I sat up, rubbing my forehead tiredly. It was still throbbing.

“Are you okay?” A soft voice spoke up, startling me.

I jumped, looking to the chair beside my bed, where a dark haired young man sat. His dark blue eyes studied me carefully, his face expressionless.

“…Prince William?”

“…” After a long silence, he nodded slowly.

“What are you doing here?”

He stared down at the floor silently, and just when I thought he might not respond, he reached out, handing me a peeled apple.

I took it, feeling dazed. “Umm… thanks.” I took a bite, and after swallowing, asked the question on my mind. “Were you the one leaving food outside my dorm room then?”

“…hmm.” His gaze never left the ground.

What the heck kind of answer is “hmm”?!!

“How did you know I like peeled apples?”

“…” A look of genuine confusion crossed his face, but quickly disappeared as he shrugged silently.

“Okay. Well. Thanks.” I pushed myself up, trying to swing my legs to the side of the bed.

He stood up, his face concerned. “Wait. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, my head hurts, but otherwise I feel great.”

“…You should rest.” He frowned as he looked me over.

“It’s just strain from a prolonged connection.” I sighed. “I’m used to it.”

“You haven’t matched?” He seemed mixed, as if happy and disappointed at the same time.

“Nope. Not for lack of trying though. ” I looked him over. “Are you a Connector? Have you matched yet?”

“I…” A look of agony distorted his features.

“He can’t. He’s broken.”

A young woman stood at the door of the infirmary, a mocking smile on her face.

I studied the newcomer carefully. She had long black curls framing a heart shaped face, and large blue eyes that looked down on me with pride. Given the similarities in features to Prince William next to me, it wasn’t difficult to figure out her identity.

“I’m assuming you’re Princess Ilene?”

She ignored my words, walking closer to her brother, whose face had become expressionless once again.

“He can’t Connect. His mental barrier is too strong.” She stopped a few feet away from him and raised her hand, knocking on what looked to be empty air. It made a solid noise, her hand stopping at the same invisible point. “He can’t put it down even if he wants to.”

I thought back to the first time I met him, remembering people being pushed aside.

“A useless Connector who can’t make the connection. A Guardian who can’t match. Two failures together.” She smiled at me. “Sorry I took away your only possible chance at matching Chris, but you needed to see the reality of the situation. He’s a better Guardian than you.”

“…Remind me again who ended up flat on their back at the end of the last fight?”

Her eyes narrowed in annoyance at my comeback. “At least he will be around a long time to help fight the Hive. You, on the other hand.” Ilene pointed at her head and turned her finger in a circle. “You have no future. But on the bright side, at least my useless brother can keep you company while your mind slowly breaks apart.”

BAM

William stood up, angry, and with the loud sound of an impact, Ilene was pushed by an invisible barrier out of the room. Her face enraged, she slammed her fists against it while her mouth made motions as if she was shouting. I stared at her, confused as to why I couldn’t hear her.

“…I sealed her out of the barrier.” William whispered. “Her voice can't make it through either.”

“Oh.” I nodded with satisfaction, watching her shout silently outside the doorway. “Thanks.”

“I can expand the barrier… but she’s right… I can’t drop it.” His eyes dropped down to the floor again. “I can’t Connect… I can’t help Guardians… useless…” His voice slowly dropped in volume, until it was barely a whisper.

“Well, you’re helping me out right now, and I’m a Guardian. So I’d say you’re a pretty useful guy.” I gave him a thumbs up. “I know that not hearing her is already making my day better.”

He stared at me silently for a few moments. “… Are you hungry?”

“Kind of. Why? Do you have more apples or something?”

William shook his head. “No… cake.”

“Please tell me you are serious.”

He solemnly set a container with a piece of cake on the table next to me, along with a napkin and utensils.

I stared at it in shock, motionless.

“… Do you not like it?” His nervous tone broke me out of my stupor. I quickly reached out and held the container close, grabbing the fork and taking a bite.

“Oh, this is amazing… totally worth passing out after my fight.” I took a few more bites, noting him relaxing visibly as I showed my enjoyment. “…Why are you being so nice to me, anyways?”

“Why?” William blinked, looking shocked as if he hadn’t considered it before.

“Yeah. As far as I can tell, I haven’t met you outside of running into you in the hallway once. Why go out of your way to leave me food and sit by me in the infirmary?”

He finally looked up, his dark blue eyes staring into my own. “…I’m not sure. “ He shrugged. “Whenever I see you, I feel happy. I want to help you.”

I leaned back against the backboard of the infirmary bed. “Well… I guess I could always use a friend.”

“Friends?” A trace of a smile crossed his face, before it disappeared into expressionless once more. “Really?”

“Yeah. So let me introduce myself officially, Prince William.” I started to reach out a hand to shake, but remembering his barrier, I pulled it back. “I’m Alaira. Level S Guardian but unable to match, and your new friend.”

He stared at my hand with a look of regret before looking back up. “I’m a Level S Connector… but can’t connect. I’m your new friend… “ He hesitated. “Can you call me a nickname instead?”

“Sure.”

“Then call me… Liam.”

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“Are you lost?” I woke up in a strange world to the sound of an unfamiliar voice, laying on my back, confused.

“Seems a good description for my current situation.” I stared into a pair of dark blue eyes, smiling despite the dizziness. “Nice to meet you, Stranger.”

He grinned, reaching out a hand to help me up. “Call me Liam.”

“Nice to meet you, Liam.”

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I blinked away the memory, smiling at the timid young man in front of me. “Nice to meet you… Liam.”

#writing #please fix the story #sci fi #world hopping #memory loss #giant robots #aliens #more memories #call back to the peeled apples from the zombie arc if anyone remembers that far back #so happy to post this part finally.#weight off my chest

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bxngchxn · 3 years

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Cupid’s Arrow || A Valentine’s Special

pairing: jisung x female!reader

wc: 2.85k

genre: cupid!au, fluff, humor

warnings: none!

description: every cupid has one job: shoot the arrow at your assigned human. What happens when someone misses?

a/n: ok so I started writing this at 9pm and it’s currently 12:46 am on valentines day so obvs this won’t be perfect but this was a cute idea so I hope you guys like it! you’re all my valentines you don’t have a choice ok mwah love u

(ps: pls don't be mad at me for how I ended this lmao if yall like it enough i’ll write a pt 2!)

taglist: @dom--minnie @sparklemin @minholuvs @hanflix

the week leading up to Valentine’s Day is the busiest day of the year for angels like Jisung-- assignment after assignment of soulmates coming across his desk as the romantic holiday looms closer. don’t get him wrong, jisung loves his job. He loves getting to watch the moment two people, fated to each other finally meet-- the soft smiles, the faint blushes and shy introductions are something that makes his entire week. this time of year, though, all he really wants is to go home for the night.

he turns off the multiple screens on his desk, videos of intended lovers fading to black as his day comes to an end. closing the door and making sure to turn the lock, jisung sighs in relief as he makes his way down the hallway to the elevators, a few fellow cupids waiting for him by the door.

“hey jisung! we’re taking a trip down to earth to walk amongst the humans for awhile. do you wanna tag along?” Minho, the oldest of the bunch asks. next to him, jisung spots hyunjin, changbin and jeongin looking at him expectantly.

jisung met the group of angels five years ago, when he first started his job. inexperienced and ridiculously nervous, he clung to his coworkers throughout all of his training. although a sarcastic and rather rowdy bunch, jisung was quickly accepted for his bright smile and love for..well, love.

he had always found it interesting, the concept of love. it was merely a human emotion, but at the same time something so inhumanly complex. the idea that everyone has a person that they absolutely can’t live without, and some of them don’t even know it yet? crazy to him, but oh so fascinating.

the early days are always his favorite to watch once he’s successfully struck two people. everything is new and fun, and so unpredictable. there’s the first dates, shy hand holding, stolen glances. you never know when someone is going to finally make the first move, shyly moving closer and closer to their lover to gauge their reaction. jisung had always wondered what love felt like-- the closest he could get was his job as a cupid. he figured that would have to suffice.

when he finally reaches the doors to the elevators, he flashes a smile at the boys in front of him. “last time we went down to earth, hyunjin literally caused a traffic jam because he smiled at a dog. are you guys sure this is a good idea?” he quips, and the boys laugh while hyunjin rolls his (absolutely gorgeous) eyes.

“first of all that's not true,” he begins, and elbows jeongin in the side when he hears a sound of contradiction leave his mouth “and we aren’t going anywhere crowded, just to a café that I saw the other day when I was working.” he says, and jisung nods his head in contemplation.

“sure, that sounds like fun. I haven’t had a good cup of coffee in awhile,” he agrees, and with that, the five make their way into the elevator.

stepping out onto the sidewalk, jisung took a moment to feel the sun on his skin. this was one of his favorite parts about earth, so warm and so bright. of course, it’s nothing compared to heaven, but sometimes the change of scenery made it easier for jisung to relax.

the group is quite chatty as they make their way to the suggested café, commenting on the different humans they pass. everyone is so unique in their own ways, and it fascinates the five angels, who rarely get to walk among them. Lucky for them, they look like any other human being, meaning no one will be able to tell the difference.

the café that hyunjin brought everyone to had a light and airy atmosphere. the walls a bright white, flourishing greenery all around the restaurant complimented the white and yellow tables and matching chairs. It felt like they were in the middle of a field of wild flowers. jisung absolutely adored it, the smells of coffee and pastries filling his nose as they found a nice table next to a window.

looking around, the jisung watched as a girl made her way across the café and sat close to the entrance, with a laptop in front of her and headphones around her neck. She seemed content, sighing to herself with a small smile on her lips as she opened her laptop and took a bite of the muffin sitting in front of her.

“wait wait wait, that’s one of my humans! I’m supposed to shoot her once th- oh my god! there’s the soon-to-be soulmate too! I can’t miss this opportunity!” Minho exclaims quietly while he reaches into the backpack he had brought with him. The other cupids turn to look at him incredulously.

The ‘soon-to-be soulmate’, as Minho put it, seemed rather dull compared to his supposed counterpart. He wasn’t bad looking, but there was something about him that just didn’t seem right to Jisung. this girl seemed to match the vibes of the café-- like a warm summer day, not a cloud in the sky. the kind of day that lasts in your memories for years to come, and this man...he just was not it. Hair disheveled, seemingly in a rush as he was tapping his foot impatiently at the counter. Jisung knew that opposites could attract, but he just didn’t see it in the cards for this one.

“is this why you wanted to come down here?” jeongin asked with wide eyes, knowing that they shouldn’t be meddling unless they’re on the clock. The others turn to Minho who has now gotten two arrows and his bow out from his bag.

“Uhm….no?” he says sheepishly once he sees the stares that are being thrown at him. He takes one of the arrows and lines it up on his bow, pulling his arm back and aiming at the girl peacefully enjoying her day.

“Minho do you really think this is the best time?” jisung asks apprehensively. almost too focused on getting a good shot, Minho didn’t answer him.

He lets go of the arrow and it zips through the air, hitting the girl in the shoulder as she starts to work on her laptop. Humans can’t physically feel the arrow when they get shot-- that almost defeats the belief in soulmates. She continues on as if nothing happened, and jisung almost rolls his eyes as he watches Minho line up his second shot.

“Look,” Minho begins, “they’re supposed to meet tomorrow anyway! why not speed up the process?” he says as he draws his arm back.

Out of nowhere, a customer in the store drops a coffee cup. The sound of the glass shattering startles pretty much everyone in the café, including the group of angels. In fact, it startles them enough that the unbelievable happens.

Minho’s arm slips, and the arrow is released...straight into Jisung’s shoulder.

The two look at each other in absolute disbelief, and Jisung wants to strangle the older cupid. A very quiet “oops” leaves Minho’s mouth.

“Are you kidding me?!?” Jisung says a little too loudly. Everyone is looking at the two of them, including the girl that Minho just struck.

When the two make eye contact, Jisung feels something...strange. He knows it’s a reaction from the love arrow, but is this what love is supposed to feel like? He feels like he wants to throw up, butterflies flying in his stomach as he notices the faint blush on the cheeks of the girl across the room. That’s when he really sees her for the first time, like, really sees her.

He isn’t sure how he didn't see it before. Her hair falls perfectly over her shoulders, and her eyes that are staring at him in slight confusion still shine brighter than any star he’d ever seen..and he’s seen a lot of stars.

He’s silent for a few moments, and the other boys start looking at each other with concern. “Wait, no, what the hell? Cupid’s can’t get struck! What is going on?” Changbin says as he watches the way the two are staring at each other.

This isn’t allowed. Cupids don’t have many rules, but one of the biggest rules for any angel is: Do not associate with humans. It’s the reason why they can’t-- or shouldn't, really-- feel love in the first place. Messing with the rules of the universe could have big consequences. It’s never happened before, but there have always been enough myths that get spread around that would deter any angel from even thinking about it. Yet, here jisung is, absolutely head over heels for a human, even if it is all Minho’s fault.

“I don't know, this hasn't happened before. Oh my god, what did I do,” Minho starts spiraling. Its at that moment that the others know they need to get the hell out of there. Scooping up Jisung, who is currently still staring at the girl who has now focused on her work instead, they rush out of the café. Once Jisung is out of eyesight of the girl, he shakes his head in confusion and comes back down to earth (pun intended).

“Ohhhh no, no no no. This is bad,” Jisung says, running his hands through his hair exasperated. “Minho what the fuck happened?!” he asks.

Putting his hands up, Minho tries to defend himself. “I don’t know! That person dropped their cup and it threw me off!” he says quickly, and it makes Jisung want to roll his eyes.

“You dumbass, that’s why we shouldn’t even be down here in the first place! If Chan finds out, we’re dead! That’s it! We’re gonna be out of jobs and not able to pay our bills and-- oh my god there she is,” Jisung exclaims once he sees the girl exit the café, looking around confused. Turning around, she spots Jisung and starts to make her way towards him.

“Oh no, nope. Not now, this is a bad time,” Hyunjin says while they try to drag Jisung away from the girl. He shimmies out of their grip as she approaches him.

“Uh, hi. I think one of you left this in the café?” she says. Looking down, Jisung sees his cellphone in her hand. “I saw it sitting at the table you guys walked away from, I’m glad I was able to find you when I came outsi-- Oh, wow, hi..” she cuts herself off, awestruck when she makes eye contact with Jisung. Hyunjin rolls his eyes as he watches the two of them. Jisung doesn’t know what to say.

“Oh, yeah this is..mine..thank you,” he says as he holds out his hand. He swears he can feel electricity run through him when her hand makes contact with his. He has never experienced a feeling so strong like this before. He knew that love was dramatic but he didn’t think it was like this.

Reminding himself that this isn’t supposed to be happening, he clears his throat. “Okay well we have to go. Thank you for my phone, goodbye!” he says quickly, leaving the girl and his friends in complete confusion has he turns on his heel and starts to almost sprint in the opposite direction. The boys quickly follow him after offering a small wave to the girl, who returns it as she turns to walk away.

“Jisung, you cannot possibly see her again” Hyunjin says once they finally catch up to him. And even though Jisung knows that, there’s something that is inevitably pulling him towards her.

When they finally make it back to heaven and Jisung gets home, he pulls his phone out to check his messages. To his shock, he finds a new contact added into his phone, with a photo of a girl who’s eyes remind him of galaxies.

Y/N, aka Café Girl

As you walk down the street, you smile feeling the warm sunshine on your shoulders. It may be the middle of February, but you seemed to be blessed with a particularly warm day. This day had been nothing out of the ordinary, but for some reason you felt lighter, walking with a bounce in your step that you haven’t had in a long time.

Your mind wanders back to the boy you saw at the café not too long ago. His honey coloured hair shined under the artificial lights in the room, and his brown eyes reminding you of the warmest hot chocolate on a cold winter day. He hadn’t left your mind since the two of you made eye contact for the first time.

It’s been awhile since you’ve found someone that caught your interest so quickly. You never believed in love at first sight, but after today you just might be changing your mind. It seemed like fate that he left his cellphone on the table in the café, and it was definitely a risk that you had put your phone number in his contacts. You’ve never done something like that before, but something was telling you that you just needed to take the chance and make the first move.

Eventually, days and then weeks pass, and you haven’t even received a text message from him. You feel a little disappointed every time you check your phone, hoping that you’ll see his number come up on your screen. You didn’t even know his name, nor when (or if) you’d ever get to see him again. You should’ve been prepared for the sinking feeling in your chest, but you had still been hopeful.

You still frequented the café, mainly because it was a calm and quiet place to work, but also because you were secretly hoping you’d run into him again-- you at least needed to learn his name. That’s all you could think about while you try to focus on your work, but to no avail. You decided to give yourself a break, letting your thoughts swirl with chocolate colored eyes.

As your eyesight wanders the café, you hear the front door bell ring and you’re forced to meet eyes with the man that has lived in your head rent free for the past two weeks. You almost can’t believe it. He seems like he’s searching for something, or someone.

As he looks around the room, you get nervous. You wonder if he’ll remember who you are, or maybe he’s already deleted your number and rejected you without even telling you? Maybe he already has a girlfriend? Maybe even a boyfriend?

The thoughts running through your head completely distract your from the fact that he’s sat down in front of you. “Uhm..excuse me?” He says quietly, and your breath gets caught in your throat when you hear his voice.

“Oh, i’m sorry, I didn’t scare you did I?” he asks, and you shake your head quickly. “No! No not at all. I, uh..hi,” you say with a light blush on your cheeks, and it makes Jisung’s heart soar to the sky.

He’s definitely not used to feeling like this. He’s been trying to avoid it for the past few weeks, hoping that if he had ignored it these weird feelings would go away. He searched for hours and hours for a loophole in getting struck with a cupid’s arrow, but even hyunjin couldn’t find anything.

After nights of tossing and turning while images of you danced through his head, he knew he needed to see you. He got lucky that you were at the café, this was the only place he had ever seen you so he was hoping he’d get to catch you here.

“You never texted me, you know. Did you delete my number?” you asked him, feigning hurt. You saw his eyes go bigger as he tried to defend himself. “N-no! I definitely did not delete it. I was just so shocked that I didn’t know what to say...how did you even know the phone was mine?” He asked, laughing quietly. Jisung won’t lie, that was a pretty bold move. He was actually impressed once the initial shock had passed.

“Oh, I definitely wasn’t not staring at you across the room or anything and saw you on your phone. Definitely not,” you say with a flirty laugh, and it immediately sparks intrigue in Jisung.

The line rolled off your lips so easily, and Jisung is convinced that it’s an effect from the arrow. “Oh, were you now? How did I not notice someone as pretty as you looking my way?” He asks, and his eyes go wide when he hears himself speak.

What was that? All of this is so foreign to him, but when the blush on your cheeks gets a little darker he decides that maybe, just maybe, this will be worth the consequences he might face if Chan ever finds out about this.

“Listen,” he begins cautiously. “I have...a lot of things that I need to tell you. But let me start with this: How about I take you out on a date?”

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #han jisung #jisung fluff #bxngchxn fics #this was so fun to write #i'm probably gonna write a pt 2 whether you guys want one or not #jisungie

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lacharcutiere · 3 years

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i’ll take u to the coffee shop

words: 2.3k

atsumu miya x fem!reader, feat. suna rintarō & kita shinsuke // sfw, fluff & coffee shop au obvs

ahaha the title is a play on 50 cent’s candy shop, get it ???

a/n: this was supposed to be hcs. or a drabble. but it ran really long (& also barely took me any time to write???) so here we are. enjoy @nkhachuuya <3

general masterlist // haikyū!! masterlist

· i ·

there’s this adorable, tiny little café a block away from your apartment, and you take pride in being one of their few regulars—it’s kind of niche, undiscovered, and a wonderful place to study. it’s got a single bar against the wall opposite the counter, and you’re almost always the only one there. it’s not that business is bad; it’s just that it sits right next to an office complex, and most of its other regulars don’t have much more time than it takes to pick up a coffee and a croissant and leave. so you’ve almost always got the place to yourself. and by now, you’re familiar with most of its employees.

the weather is kind of disgusting this morning: there’s a light rain, and it’s chilly but not cold enough for snow, and it’s a little too windy for an umbrella to be anything other than an inconvenience.

your head is dipped, your bag is tucked tightly under your trench coat, your hair is damp when you walk in. and there’s a new barista, one you’ve never seen before—tall, hair bleached blond, big brown eyes, and... not unattractive. he must be new, you think.

as it normally is at this hour, the café is otherwise empty. his elbows are leaned on the counter and he’s on his phone, and the jingle of the bell on the door seems to startle him; he jumps when you walk in. you hide a laugh, but badly.

he snorts. “what a way to start my morning.”

“what?”

“embarrassing myself in front of a pretty girl like you?” he says, shoving his phone in his pocket. before you can get a chance to respond, he continues, “what can i getcha?”

“uhm,” you say.

he grins. “yeah?”

“large, uh, caffè vanilla. with, uh, extra sugar ‘nd almond milk. for here.”

“you got it, pretty girl,” he says, and turns to grab a cup and get the milk out of the fridge.

“you’re not gonna ask me to pay?”

“oh, shit. um, yeah. four seventy-seven, you can insert your card whenever you’re ready.” while you give the chip reader a second to process it, he looks up at you, running a hand through his hair. “two for two?”

you laugh as you return your card to your wallet. “i haven’t seen you before, ‘s it your first day?”

“nah,” he answers as he returns to measuring out the milk for your coffee, “but i was supposed to. i started the other night. suna—you know him?— yeah, he had me fill in for him.” he pauses briefly, turns back to you. “i take it you come here a lot?”

“yeah,” you nod, and then add jokingly, “so you’ll definitely be seeing more of me.”

his face lights up at that. “yeah?”

“mhm.”

“huh,” he laughs, “well, i could get used to having you around.”

it’s awkwardly quiet as he finishes pouring the drink into a mug for you and you walk over to set your things down on a chair. when he calls you back over and hands it to you, he says, “i’m atsumu, by the way. in case i’m ever not here and you wanna ask when my next shift is.”

you laugh and introduce yourself back.

“‘s pretty.” he smiles. “it suits you.”

and you take your drink and have a seat, your back to him as you fish your laptop and a book out of your bag. you can feel his eyes on you almost the entire time you’re there, though—and you don’t hate it.

he speaks to you once more when you’re heading out the door, calling out your name and handing you scrap of an old receipt with a phone number written on the back, which you can only assume is his.

“can i take you out sometime?” he asks, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“i don’t even know you,” you say, to which he responds:

“sure you do. i’m atsumu.”

“right.” and you give him one last smile and leave.

you don’t text him.

· ii ·

atsumu isn’t working when you come in the next afternoon—instead, you’re greeted by kita, who says to you as he makes your usual: “he was here this morning.”

“huh?”

“atsumu. he told me to tell you.”

“oh,” you say, and try to hold back a smile as you wonder why that bit of information has just about made your day.

“he works thursday morning, if you wanna come by then.” as kind of an afterthought, he laughs and adds, “i think he’d like that.”

“oh, please,” you respond sarcastically.

· v ·

but then it’s thursday morning, eight forty-six a.m., and you’re on your way to the café.

when you get there, he’s not even behind the counter—instead, he’s sitting in one of the barstools, his feet kicked up on the table.

“you’re gonna get fired,” you greet him.

“hey,” he responds with a grin.

“hi. i’ve got an order, if you wanna take it.”

“yeah, yeah, of course.” as he rushes back to where he’s supposed to be, he says, “i’ve got another thing i wanna take.”

you give him an eye roll.

“you. on a date.”

“that wasn’t as smooth as you think. large caffè vanilla with extra sugar and almond milk, please.”

“for here.”

“i was gonna take it to go this time, actually.”

“that wasn’t a question.”

“atsumu—”

“i’m making it for here.” he smiles, and turns to the fridge.

“i haven’t paid,” you point out to him, but this time he doesn’t stop.

“on the house,” he says. “i’ve got a new policy for hot girls: in house, on the house.”

“you’ve been working here for like, a week.”

“so?”

“so i don’t think you get to have policies.” the last word is in air quotes for further emphasis, but it doesn’t matter since his back is to you.

when he hands your drink to you, he says again, “date?”

and you say, “no,” with a smile and another eye roll.

you make sure to leave while he’s taking care of another customer.

· vi ·

you come by in the morning again, and atsumu’s working. there’re a couple people in line ahead of you, graciously saving you from the greater part of his antics.

you don’t think you mind them, though.

and when he winks at you and says, “here ya go, pretty girl,” as he hands you your drink—to go, this time—your gaze snaps to the floor, hoping he won’t see the flush in your cheeks.

· ix ·

you have class early monday morning, but find yourself craving a danish after lunch, so you stop by the café on your way home.

“hey suna,” you greet him as you walk in, and he gives you a nod back.

“usual?”

“not today,” you say, “just a danish. cream cheese,” and pull your card out of your wallet.

“so.” he grabs one out of the fridge and sticks it in the toaster for you. “i hear you’ve taken a liking to atsumu?”

your eyes go wide. “huh? no way. other way around.”

suna shrugs. “‘s just what he said. i wouldn’t go for it if i were you, though. he’s kinda... i dunno. doesn’t take most things seriously, y’know?”

“yeah,” you say, as he slips the danish into a paper baggie and hands it to you. “yeah, i figured.”

· xi ·

atsumu knows your order.

it’s only the third time that you’ve come in when he’s working, and he knows your order.

he asks you on a date again, too, and you turn him down again. this time, it’s less because you don’t know him and more because what suna told you is echoing in your head.

and you’re not gonna lie, you wish you hadn’t heard it.

· xv ·

he always works mornings, you find out, unless he’s covering someone else’s shift.

“i kinda hate it,” he says, and continues with a smirk, “but not when you come in.”

“okay, atsumu.”

“date?”

“no.”

· xxi ·

and so that becomes your routine. when you do stop in, you try to make it a point come by the café in the morning.

you’re there more mornings than you’d like to admit.

atsumu doesn’t have to know—you’ve been a regular since before he started working there. he doesn’t need to know how much more frequently you visit now.

it’s your new routine: stop by before class. atsumu recites your order, large caffè vanilla, extra sugar, almond milk, before you can. sometimes it’s for here, sometimes you get it to go. “four seventy-seven,” he’ll say, and he’ll ask you on a date as you wait for the chip reader to process your payment. you always turn him down. and he never seems down about it—suna was probably right.

· xxxiv ·

and then, one day, atsumu doesn’t ask.

everything else is the same; he meets you with the same bright, mischievous grin, he still gets your order ready without you even having to say what you want. still tries to convince you to have it in house.

but he doesn’t ask you out.

you don’t mention it at all, and get him to put your drink in a to-go cup after some brief back-and-forth.

as you walk home, though, you can’t help but to feel kind of disappointed. is he taken? was he ever actually interested?

all this time you’d been trying to convince yourself that suna’s words didn’t apply to you. you were going to say yes. you were. but now it really seems like you were no exception, and as much as you don’t want to belive that, it’s hard not to when the proof seems so plainly laid out in front of you.

· xxxvii ·

it’s that strange kind of hurt that’s easily bearable, but that eats away at your thoughts with each passing day that you don’t get an answer.

you still stop by the café in the mornings, when he’s working. you do your best to hide whatever strange thing it is you’re feeling. he doesn’t seem to be any different than when you first met him, more than a month ago now.

well, aside from that he doesn’t ask you out every time he sees you anymore. but you’re gonna just try to ignore that.

· xl ·

apparently, there’s a first time for everything: you have never run into atsumu outside that café before. but then today, you’re heading home from the on-campus library after some late-evening studying, and you see a familiar blond-headed figure leaving the gym.

it seems he sees you too, in the yellowy glow of the lamps lining the walkways, and he waves and jogs over to you.

“what’re you doing out so late?” he asks when he reaches you.

“i could ask you the same thing.”

“i just got done with practice,” he says, and you notice that his hair is, in fact, still damp from the shower. “you?”

“writing papers.”

“gross.”

“ha, yeah.”

and then he stops, and he looks at you for a bit. you fight the urge to turn away.

“it’s kind of late.” that, it is. “do you, uh, want me to walk you home?”

“no, no, ’s fine,” you say, too quickly.

“no,” he responds, “i’m walking you home. don’t want you to get, like, kidnapped or anything, ya know?”

he’s right. you hate that he’s right, but yes, walking the five city blocks back to your apartment alone after dark is kind of terrifying.

so you thank him, and you let him walk with you.

he’s talkative, at least, so you never end up having to ask the burning questions that have been at the back of your mind for a few days now. except, you want to know the answer.

so you figure, i’ll ask him when i get home, and then too soon, you’re home.

“this is it,” you tell him.

“alright.” he doesn’t move.

silence.

and then you both start at the same time:

“you—”

“why—”

he laughs. you laugh too, nervously.

“you first. ladies first.”

“uhm.” just say it. “why’d... why’d you stop asking me on dates?”

and he doesn’t say anything for a moment. you watch his eyes go wide.

“what?”

and he laughs again. “i was gonna— you never texted me.”

“huh?”

“i— you— i gave you my number, remember?” he pauses. “but enough of that, what?”

your face heats up. you’re glad it’s dark. “you stopped asking me out,” you whisper.

“yeah.”

you look at the ground. the next words are barely audible; just breath. they’re not even for him; they’re for yourself. “—was gonna say yes.”

“what?”

but he heard you, and next thing you know, his arms are wrapping around your shoulders and you inhale sharply, shocked.

“atsumu?” you breathe.

“you were?”

you nod into his shoulder, and then he pulls away. you want to pull him back to you, but you don’t.

“why did you stop asking?”

“well,” he says. “after, like, a month i figured i didn’t have a shot.”

“oh my god, i thought you had a girlfriend or something.”

“no, i—”

that’s it, that’s it. all your patience is gone; it’s not needed anymore. you don’t even let him finish before taking his face in your hands and pressing your lips to his.

he melts into it almost immediately, bringing his hands to your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. he’s warm, very warm, and you almost forget it’s november.

impulses spurred on by this new thing, you invite him back up to your apartment.

and it’s funny, he points out from his place on the couch, how this time, you’re the one who makes him a cup of coffee.

he likes his with extra sugar, too.

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Comforting a S/O Who just went through something traumatic

Bucciarati, Polnareff, Kakyoin, Josuke, P4Jotaro, Gyro, Giorno,

Warnings: mentions of abuse, injury. Read at your own discretion, I don’t actually write the whole scenario out, just the after effects. I’m kinda using this to help with my own trauma

Jotaro:

-He’s the first person you think of calling, your hands trembling as you try to tell him through the phone what happened.

-obv you break down and he tells you to calm down, he’ll be there soon.

-Stays on the phone with you, just to make sure you’re safe until He can get to you.

-Will put his hands on your shoulders and check over you, making sure you’re not injured.

-if he finds even a hint of a bruise or a cut, he’s mad.

-Especially if it’s caused by someone else.

-Tells you to calm down again, briefly wrapping his arms around you

-His presence is anchoring, and his calm demeanor really helps you wind down from the initial panic reaction.

-He’ll take you back to his place and make sure you eat and drink something before making you lie down, telling you not to worry, he’ll take care of it.

-Will stay with you until he’s comfortable with you being alone.

Kakyoin:

-doesn’t even question why you’re freaking out, is just by your side as soon as possible, making sure you’re physically okay

-If you’re not, he focuses on that first, getting you to a point where you are.

-Tells you to calm down before you try to explain what happened, and will help in whatever way you need.

-Rubs your arms and massages your hands, talking to you if it makes you feel better but keeping quiet if that’s what you prefer.

-”Do you want to come stay with me for a couple days? I just want to make sure you’re safe, and that you’ll be okay.”

-turns into a helicopter boyfriend tbh.

-His presence is quite calming though. He doesn’t outwardly show his emotions and he’s very good about keeping his cool, so having that really helps you get a grip on reality

-If you’re in tears, babe, his shoulder is right there. You don’t have to ask. Cry it out.

-Rest Rest Rest. You need to process, but he knows you’re going to be fatigued after dealing with a life blow like this.

-He takes what you went through and how you deal with it very seriously.

Josuke:

-Bear Hugs. B E A R HUGS. (Josuke is a very touchy feely person, even in Canon. You would know this about him before going into a relationship. his arms will be around you in no time.)

-He will hold you tight, standing or sitting, and let you cry yourself out.

-If you’re injured, he’s already healed you. that’s how this works.

-Listen I love this goofball because he’s a goofball but he also knows when it’s important to be serious, and this is one of those times.

-He gets on your level with things. He can’t help you all the way unless he knows what happened, and when you tell him, he sees red knowing that you’re going to be hurting for a while because of it.

-Seeing you shaken shakes him and it makes him feel better to have you in his arms, but obv if you start to get claustrophobic he’ll let go

-Depending on what the situation was determines how he’ll take care of it. If it was caused by another person, he’ll deal with them himself.

-Don’t expect to leave his arms for the next couple days (Weeks)

-He’s such a teddy bear honestly. Lots of cuddles and distractions. He’ll kick your ass in mario kart and dollop whipped cream on your nose just to kiss it off. You’re sticking close to him.

-He’s going to do everything in his power to make sure you’re safe and to help you recover.

Polnareff:

-Ngl he’s quite nervous and uneasy to see you shaken like this but handles the whole thing with grace.

-He’ll wipe tears off your face and calm you down to the point where you can tell him what happened.

-He wears his heart on his sleeve so he’s going to take care of the cause of the problem before focusing on you.

-once the problem is eliminated, and it can’t traumatize you again, he’s going to swoop you into his arms and press kisses into your temple

-”Hey angel, come stay with me for a few days. I think it’ll help if you have someone you can trust close by.”

-He absolutely will make you hot chocolate and let you cuddle up to him, fall asleep on him, whatever you need. He’s going to be there for you no matter what.

-If he leaves you alone and you start panicking, he’s going to get back to you in no time, cupping your face in his hands and telling you that he’s right here.

-”Hey, angel, I’m going to go cook us some dinner, d’you wanna come join me in the kitchen?”

-Doesn’t want you dealing with any of this pain alone. If he could carry it all for you, he would, but he understands that that’s not how it works. He’ll carry you tho

-Is one of the best people to just sit and talk it out with tbh. He’s a wonderful listener.

Bucciarati:

-You’re knocking (Pounding) on his front door in the middle of the night or smthn

-He answers, half asleep, catching you as you tumble in, in the middle of a panic attack, trying to tell him what happened. He wakes up pretty much immediately when he sees the state you’re in

-Immediately sits you down at his kitchen table, crouching in front of you with your hands in his. Are you injured? If so, where? Is it life threatening? Can he treat it there? Okay he can handle that, let’s get your breathing under control.

-”Hey, hey, look at me. You’re safe now, it’s okay. Deep breath. That’s it, just like that.”

-Probably the best person to calm you down from a panic attack out of everyone on this list tbh.

-Once he’s got you to a point where you’re coherent, he gets the story out of you and tells you not to worry about it, He’s going to take care of it. But right now, he’s more focused on what you need in the moment.

-Cups your face in his hands and tells you he wants you to stay with him, just for a night or two, just so he can keep an eye on you. It’ll also give him time to deal with the situation if he knows you’re in a safe location.

-If you ask, he will let you share his bed. He’ll give you comfortable clothes and tuck you in himself honestly.

-If contact is what you need, he gives it to you, holding you against him, letting you hold on for as long as you need.

-Whatever happens, he does worry about you and cares about you a lot, so just tell him how he can help and he’s going to be there to help.

Giorno:

-He is SO gentle with you.

-You’ll have to seek him out, but he’s the first one you go to, the only one on your mind, and when you find him, you stumble into his arms, freaking out, choking out a few words to give him an idea of what happened.

-If you’re injured and it’s something Gold Experience can fix, he’s going to fix it right away.

-Lets you hold onto him and wear yourself out, stroking your hair, rubbing your back, and murmuring words of comfort to you.

-If you’re in public he’ll guide you somewhere more private so you don’t have to deal with any unwanted attention.

-His touch is feather light, but it also envelopes you in warmth and security. He’s so safe to be around. You’ll calm down fast in his arms.

-”I don’t think it’s a good Idea for you to be alone until we get this settled. Come stay with me for a while.”

-He’ll keep an arm wrapped around your waist while you walk, and if you fall asleep on him, he’s not going to move until you wake up.

-If it was someone else who caused this type of situation, he’s going to deal with them personally. Anybody that makes you hurt like this isn’t safe.

-Gives you as long as you need to process what happened, and is there with you every step of the way. He’s gentle and soft spoken and makes you feel Safe and okay.

Gyro:

-If you need him, he’ll come. He cares deeply for you.

-He will use his steel balls as a tool to get you to calm down so you can tell him what happened.

-Need a hug? His arms are open. He’ll trace circles into the small of your back until you’re quieted down.

-He’ll press his lips into the top of your head and pull you into his lap, checking you over to make sure you aren’t injured. If you are, well, he is a doctor. He can take care of you.

-”Alright, Doll, from the top. What happened?”

-Will continue tracing circles into your body while you tell him what happened, using his thumbs to brush tears out of your eyes, and make sure you get lots of water in you.

-His first priority is making sure you’re safe and cared for. Once those are accounted for, he can focus on what caused the problem. if he can take care of the root of the problem, he’s going to.

-He has no problem letting you lean on him for as long as you need. PDA doesn’t make him claustrophobic, so if anything, if you’re the one who doesn’t want to be touched, tell him, because he’s going to be hanging off of you.

- He won’t tell you not to be upset or scared. If you’re shaken up, he’ll be right there to help you process and recover, no matter the time of day.

-If you’re freaking out, he’s very calm about the whole thing. If you tell him you cant calm down, he’ll take your face in his hands and tell you you can. “It’s okay. Yes you can. Deep breath. You can do it, just give yourself a minute. You’re going to be okay, I’m here to help.”

#jojo headcanons #jjba headcanons #jjba #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #Jotaro kujo #Noriaki Kakyoin #Jean Pierre Polnareff #Josuke Higashikata #Bruno Bucciarati #Giorno Giovanna #Gyro Zeppeli #jojo x reader

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