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wander-over-the-words · 10 months

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The Killer and the Saviour

Summary: “Both hands on the wheel, Tom,” Sam says softly, and Tommy wants to say Sam doesn’t have to remind him, but he’s honestly not sure of that.

Characters: Tommy Angelo, Sam Trapani; mentions of Johnny, the Priest, Don Salieri, Paulie Lombardo, Vincenzo Ricci, Ralph, Frank Colletti, Sarah Marino.

Pairing: Tommy Angelo/Sam Trapani.

Warnings: near-death experience, character in shock; mentions of firearm usage, blood, canon character death, rape, vomit, period-typical homophobia, sex.

Notes: Takes place during The Saint and the Sinner. I’ve had a certain scene from this fic in my head for ages, and I guess my brain decided that we’re gonna crank out a one-shot based on it in the span of a couple hours, so…here’s this lmao.

All material belongs to Hangar 13.

Fic available on AO3.

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The police sirens have faded, they’re in the clear, and yet Tommy’s heart is still beating hard in his chest. Has been since he’d faced the barrel of a gun, watched Johnny step out of the shadows when the priest had distracted him, looked eye-to-eye with the killer in his would-be murderer’s hand - and then jumped out of his skin when a shot went off and Johnny had lurched with the familiar look of a gun’s new victim, blood spraying from his head.

Sam had come marching up the aisle, looking plenty pissed, arm extended, killer-turned-saviour in his own hand (but it isn’t the gun that Tommy will thank later); Tommy adores Sam - loves him, has for years now, feels like he always has - but he has never been happier to see his partner than that moment. If shock hadn’t rattled him, if a priest hadn’t been present, if there wasn’t still work to do, if the fucking cops weren’t waiting outside for them, Tommy thinks he would’ve collapsed in Sam’s arms.

Classy fucker that Sam is, in the presence of a witness and with time running out, he’d turned to Tom and asked if that made them even.

“Sure. For now,” Tommy had said, some weak, numb snark that hadn’t sounded like snark at all. Out of body experience.

He’s got to hand it to the police for once: they’d provided a fine distraction from his fear of what had just happened, giving him something else to focus on. Admittedly, there’d still been that fear for his own safety, but that just comes with the territory; mostly, he focused on getting Sam out alive, and not just out of thanks for the recent save. It was better for him to focus on someone else in a moment like that.

The hearse makes for a silly escape vehicle - potentially disrespectful, now that Tommy thinks about it - but like Sam had said, “It’s got wheels, don’t it?!” and so it works for ‘em.

On the way to it, Tommy had doubled over to make himself a smaller target for the cops, hand pressed to Sam’s back to force him into the same position (as if Sam needed telling), and he’d fired shots at the boys in blue across the road, the ones who could potentially shoot through the window and take Sam out while he was clambering into the passenger’s seat. Tommy had been so focused on doing that, that he hadn’t thought to climb into the hearse himself until he heard Sam shouting his name and felt a tug at his coat.

It takes longer than he’d like to lose the cops, but they do it, and the distraction is gone, and the gun is back in Tommy’s mind’s eye.

Christ knows, this job is dangerous - fuck, just earlier he’d been in a shootout in a gentlemen’s club and had to jump from its window to the next building’s rooftop before he got caught up in the blast of the bomb he’d planted - but he doesn’t think he’s ever come that close to biting it before (at least, that he’s aware of).

And not just that - it’s not just how close he’d come to dying, but it’s…he’d stared his killer in the eye. Not the fucker holding the gun who’d thought he’d be doing some divine retribution, but the gun itself. Looked down at it the moment before Sam had turned up. It’d stared at him and he’d stared at it, right in its single, black eye.

And - fuck, fuck, fuck, it’s not just that either, it’s…

…He would’ve been alone.

On his other jobs, the ones just as dangerous as this, he was with someone, so if he kicked the bucket, at least he would die with the comfort that somebody he cared for was there. He doesn’t fault Sam in the slightest for not being with him in the church until the moment that he was - the situation was out of both their hands - and he doesn’t doubt that the priest would’ve have fallen to his knees and prayed for Tommy’s soul, just as he’d done for Johnny’s, but -

He would’ve been alone. Nobody who actually knew him and cared about him would’ve been there. Not his mama or his siblings, not Paulie, Vinny, Ralph, the boss, Frank, Sarah, Sam - they wouldn’t have been there for him in his last moments. Just some fucking rape-happy punk and a priest who cared only because God told him to - he would’ve been alone.

And that scares him more than anything. More than even the black eye of that gun.

If they weren’t in a hurry to get home (the cops are gone, but a hearse still kinda sticks out), Tommy would pull over so he could vomit into a drain. For now, he makes do with clenching his jaw shut and wiping a hand down the lower half of his face whenever he gets a chance and ignoring the way his stomach churns.

It’s quiet between he and Sam save for some conversation about recent events that Tommy has to wrench out from between his gritted teeth. He thinks he does well at sounding more casual than his mood will properly allow.

Still, though - his ears allow him to hear the rumbling of the car and the public outside his window and Sam, but his eyes still hold the gun’s. He sees it when he blinks. He sees it in the windows and the alleyways that they pass, in the mirrors of the hearse.

His heart won’t stop hitting his ribs. His blood is still cold yet electrified. His limbs still feel numb, even as he drives as smoothly as he ever does. Robotic.

Later, when they’re alone and away from prying, prejudiced eyes (fuck), he’ll be able to kiss the hell out of Sam like he wants to, the classic ‘thank fuck we’re alive to do this’ kind of kiss that they’ve had before, and indulge in ‘thank fuck we’re alive to do this’ sex, which, again, they aren’t strangers to, but for now, he’ll take what he can get, and what he can get is -

Once they’re at a red light, Tommy - without looking, without speaking, without really thinking, just seeking the greatest comfort he knows - reaches out and grabs Sam’s hand.

He catches, out of the corner of his eye, the way Sam flinches in surprise, since he’d been staring absentmindedly out his own window. He sees the way Sam turns his head toward him, sees the way his chin dips as he looks down at how Tommy is holding the hand he’d been resting on his own thigh, palm-up and fingers once laxed but now forcibly flared around Tommy’s palm. He can’t see the way Sam looks at him, but he can feel it, and Tommy’s a little embarrassed by himself for doing this, but fuck, fuck, he needs this.

And like always, better than anyone else Tommy’s ever known that ain’t blood-related, Sam understands him. He wraps his fingers around Tommy’s hand, holds it in turn. There’s a tiny jolt upwards of their joined hands - Sam had gone to kiss Tommy’s knuckles, only to remember where they were, which is funny, cause usually it’s Tommy doing that kind of thing; Sam’s always real good at playing the facade.

Sam squeezes his hand, holds it in a comfortably tight grip, and Tommy breathes out through his nose. Tries to make it seem like a normal breath, but the volume and the weight of it are too telling.

(He will kiss the hell out of this man later. Kiss him and make love to him.)

The light turns green and Tommy drives one-handed. How unwise that is doesn’t register to him in the slightest - not just because he’s driven like that before, but because he doesn’t want to let go of his anchor, lest he float away again.

It’s Sam who puts a stop to it: Tommy feels more than sees Sam pull his hand from Tommy’s grasp, then he’s using it to take hold of Tommy’s wrist and he guides his hand back to the steering wheel, lays it there, and Tommy automatically grips it again.

“Both hands on the wheel, Tom,” Sam says softly, and Tommy wants to say Sam doesn’t have to remind him, but he’s honestly not sure of that.

He can feel himself drifting, mind going back to that church, when Sam puts his hand on Tommy’s thigh, just under the knee. Grips it like he had done with Tommy’s palm, a handful of Tommy’s flesh in a comfortable tightness. Massages the muscle lightly. Strokes with his thumb. Every gesture that could tell Tommy I know, Tom. I know. Alright? But it’s over now. An’ you’re okay.

Tommy breathes out through his nose again and is chained to his seat.

(He’ll kiss the hell out of him and make love to him.)

Tommy’s better by the time they get back to the bar, feels less like he needs to cling to Sam until he aches, and he tells Sam that it was only how close he came to biting it that bothered him. None of the other stuff, in order to save face.

But he gets the feeling Sam knows cause, hell - Sam always knows.

#My writing #Mafia Definitive Edition #Tommy Angelo #Sam Trapani #Tommy/Sam #Tommy Angelo/Sam Trapani

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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Hello :) Can I pls request alpha yan! Mark finding his human mate?

The feeling had hit him like a truck. Mark should know, he was literally struck by one just as he felt the bond snap into place.

A few of his pack mates had gone for a run and he decided to tag along. As they were crossing the mountain pass which curved ever so dangerously towards the steep drop below where the forest resides, he caught an unfamiliar scent in the air. It had distracted him, enough so that he didn't register the honk of the oncoming vehicle, nor the flash of bright lights rounding the corner.

Mark had gone flying, his pack mates howling as he had landed with a harsh thud on the side of the road. Blood soaked the ground around him as his brothers had surrounded him, but through all the haze of pain, only one thing was on his mind. He had finally found you. After so long searching, you, his mate, had finally appeared.

Euphoria doesn't even begin to describe what he was feeling, and soon the pain faded, only leaving a dull ache in his bones.

One thought kept flitting through his mind, over and over again as his brothers practically dragged him back home. Mark needed to find you. He needed to meet you and finally see you in person. Here you were, so close to him, yet still so far away due to his carelessness.

Two weeks later, after he had fully healed and received a stern lecture on the safety of his well being from Taeyong, Johnny, and Haechan, he was finally able to trace your scent. Oh, how tempting it had been, too. The call of the bond urging him to sneak out while he was recovering to find you, to claim you like he so badly wanted and was meant to do.

He followed your scent to a small coffee shop in town, seeing you sitting by the window reading a book, and he swears his whole world stopped. There you were, the literal definition of perfection in his eyes, so oblivious to the longing pair of eyes that watched you from across the street. So unaware of the gaze that now beheld his entire world.

Mark was never one to drink much coffee, but he forced himself to make his way over and order something. You had looked up when he had walked walked in, the bell above the door chiming in time with his racing heart as he did his best to act oblivious.

Your gaze was like a warmth upon his skin, like basking in the sun's rays on a spring day in his favourite meadow as the wind ruffles through his fur and the birds sing all around him. It was then that he could see a glimpse of the future. His future together with you, sitting in that meadow with him and brushing your fingers through his hair.

The image of you looking at him with such a tender gaze, one full of love and affection, of longing and want, but more than all of that, of happiness nearly sends him to his knees right then and there. In fact, he's so distracted by his little fantasy, he barely registers his name being called out once his drink is ready. One thing he does notice, however, is the way your gaze lingers on his form as he leaves the coffee shop, despite every instinct within himself screaming for him to turn back, to stay with you by your side where he's meant to be. Where he's always meant to be.

And so, it continues like this for a few weeks back and forth. Mark trying desperately to take things slow, to court you in a proper setting the way modern times call for. The last thing he wants to do is scare you off before things truly even begin between the both of you. After all, once he has you, you'll have all of eternity with one another to figure things out.

You don't traverse the coffee shop every day, much to Mark's disappointment, but when you do, he always makes sure to make an appearance. Some days, he arrives to find you sitting in that same spot by the window, reading a new book or working on something on your laptop. Other times, you're just sitting there, watching the street from your spot and enjoying your drink. Either way, you can always count on Mark to be keeping a close eye on you in some way or other. Whether it be from over the top of his own book he's brought with him, or under the guise of listening to music while enjoying his drink, he always makes sure he knows exactly what you're doing.

There have even been a few times where Mark has followed you home. Taking on the form of his wolf, he stalks through the shadows, keeping a close eye on you and keeping you safe. Protecting you is his number one priority, and fuck, if he ever let anything happen to you he would never be able to forgive himself, let alone live with the consequences.

The one night, not two days ago, you had left your window open.

Mark knew it wasn't right to snoop, but those urges were just so strong, whispering for him to make sure that you were safe. After all, if he could get in, so could someone else. Honestly, it's a good thing he is around to protect you; what would you do without him?

Under the stillness of the moon, he had snuck into your bedroom.

As soon as his feet touched the floor, his eyes had flashed and he knew that this was probably a mistake. If your scent had affected him before, being directly surrounded by it now made him absolutely feral.

Taking a cautious step towards you, sleeping so soundly on your bed and blissfully unaware as to the monster creeping through your room, his hands had twitched. The urge to reach out and touch you, to run his fingers over that delicate skin he so badly wanted to feel beneath his own was overwhelming.

Over and over again, he could hear his beast growling in his mind.

Mine.

Mate.

My Mate.

Mine.

With each step towards you, Mark was finding it harder and harder to control himself. Oh, how easy it would be to take you now. To say to hell with his original notion of taking things slow and just claim you as his own. It's what most of his brothers were telling him to do, anyways...

But, no. He can wait. He would never do that to you; force that upon you. You're worth it, and he is not a wild animal. Besides, it's only a matter of time now before you're his and he's yours, just like it was always meant to be.

That still didn't stop him from taking a piece of your clothing, though. For safe keeping, of course.

After that night, Mark started getting more bold. He started glancing at you more when he entered the shop. (A great decision on his part, honestly, his heart nearly combusted the first time you smiled at him). It became sort of routine at this point, for him to enter, meet your gaze, for you to smile back, or even his favourite, shoot him a little wave.

He even started to follow you home in his human form. Still keeping to the shadows, obviously, Mark would trail you, indulging in his fantasies of the day where you'd be going home together instead of just by yourself.

It was on one of these nights that everything went horribly wrong.

Mark had been feeling pretty good about the events of the evening. He got lucky, and the book he had brought with him had managed to be the same book you had just started to read. You had shared a quick little chuckle at that, and Mark had been over the moon. Knowing that he was the one who made you smile, to express such joy through your laughter was a feeling like no other.

All of that bliss had quickly shattered, though, when he realized that he wasn't the only one following you home that night.

The guy- the human- had been on you in an instant, pulling you into the darkness of the alleyway just before your house. Mark could hear your frantic heartbeats, the fear rolling off of you in waves as your pleas to let you go had fallen on seemingly deaf ears.

It had taken Mark no less than a second to rip that disgusting excuse of a human off of you. A second later to tear into his throat with his teeth, a snarl escaping him as his eyes flashed that all too familiar golden hue.

Spitting out the bitter chunk of flesh from his mouth, Mark felt a certain sense of pride swell in his chest. A smugness settled over him at being able to protect you, and prove to you just how well he could keep you safe.

He had turned to you then, blood running down his chin, and smiled.

"It's okay," he cooed, wrapping you in his arms as you trembled like a leaf in the wind. "I'm here now. I'll protect you. I'll always protect you."

Instead of feeling gratitude from you, that same fear permeated the air, making his brow furrow in confusion. Carefully, he began to brush his hand over your hair in what he assumed to be a comforting gesture. This only made you shake harder.

"You-" your voice came out small, barely audible over the fear you felt, "you're that guy from the cafe."

"Mark." His voice was firm, and he felt you tense within his grasp. "My name is Mark."

"Mark." Your lips parted ever so slightly, and finally, you stopped shaking despite terror still lacing your every word. "What do you want from me?"

The way his name sounded falling from your lips nearly sent him to his knees. His head had fallen into the side of your neck, practically using you to support himself as those all too familiar urges washed over him once more. He nearly groaned.

Only, as he took a deep inhale to answer you, he froze. A growl, low and feral tore from his throat. "That bastard's scent is still on you."

You froze, your blood running cold as you felt Mark press himself deeper into you, his face burying itself fully into the side of your neck. If didn't know any better, you'd say he had started almost nuzzling his face against your skin, smearing blood in his wake.

Finally, he acts on his urges.

"Mine." He growls, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you even closer. "All mine.You're mine."

#ask #yandere mark #mark drabble #yandere nct #nct drabble #drabbles #wolf au #i really popped off on this one #huh?#lol

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fridaythe13ththeseries · 5 months

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Reflecting - Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Micki, Johnny and Ryan waited at the edge of the Casares’ property, hidden behind trees, hoping Jack, Rashid and Ryan’s mom would come across the lawn to join them. They debated whether to head back into the house and look for their friends, but had to abandon this idea when the bald man from inside came out back, along with two other men, one of which had a German shepherd on a leash. They slowly hiked back through the woods, with only moonlight to guide them.

Back at the Mercedes, Micki and Johnny again debated the best course of action.

“I should go back and help them, Micki.” Johnny said, feeling like he had abandoned the others and run off.

Micki shook her head. “No, we should just drive right back to the store and figure out what to do there. We are no match for that bald man and his two goons. And a dog, too. No, Jack would want us to go back home and then plan what to do. We have to think of Ryan, now.”

She looked into the backseat of the car, and smiled at the boy. He looked scared and worried, and she couldn’t blame him. Gunshots had gone off back there, and she never saw who, if anyone, had been hit. She was worried for Rashid and Jack, but more so for Ryan’s mother. The woman wasn’t used to situations like this, situations Micki and her friends were all too familiar with. What would Ryan do without her? He had no other family. Wait, she thought, he does. He has me. Hell of a life for a 10-year-old boy, living in an old antique shop, always wondering if Micki or Jack would make it home safely.

She turned back around and silently admonished herself for jumping to conclusions so fast. She had no idea what had gone on back there. She looked over at Johnny, who was gripping the steering wheel with both hands even though he had yet to start the car.

“Come on, Johnny.” she said. “You know it’s for the best. We can get home, get Ryan some place safe, and then prepare ourselves better to come back here. And that’s only if they aren’t already at the store when we arrive. Maybe they had to escape a different way, call a cab or something.”

Johnny looked at her, not believing her in the slightest. But a slight nod from her indicating Ryan in the back made his decision for him. She was right, the boy’s safety was important. They couldn’t expose him to any more danger.

He started the car and drove off, heading back to the store, feeling horrible at leaving their friends behind.

The drive to the shop was quiet. Micki tried a couple of times to engage Ryan in talk, but he was too worried about his mother to respond. She had given up before long.

Johnny pulled the old car into the garage of the store and the trio got out. Micki watched as Ryan stood still, looking over the place.

“Ryan? You okay?” she asked, not liking the look on his face.

He nodded as his eyes swept the room. “The door is over there.” he said, pointing at a space behind a shelf filled with paint cans, tools and various other utility items.

Micki and Johnny exchanged a look, and then Johnny asked. “Hey, buddy, how do you know that?”

Ryan just shrugged and waited, looking down at his feet now.

Micki took the lead and headed off towards the door and up the small stairs, Ryan and Johnny behind her. Once inside the store, she called out Jack’s name. No answer came to her. She did the same for the others, but was again met with silence.

“Well, who knows. They could be back at any moment.” she said as she took off her black cap and tousled her red hair. She turned and saw Ryan staring at her. He smiled, so she smiled. “Um, would you like something to eat or drink, Ryan?” she asked.

He shook his head and then wandered off, slowly exploring the store, filled as it was with all sorts of antiques and curiosities, some of which he had put on the shelves himself, not too long ago.

Johnny came up close to Micki and whispered. “So, what are we gonna do with him? He can’t stay here by himself. We don’t know who could show up next.”

Micki nodded, continuing to watch Ryan as he wound his way through the store, concerned at what he must be thinking. Or remembering.

“Micki, hello?” Johnny said, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

She looked at Johnny now. “Well, you’re right, he can’t stay here. What about Birdie? She is trustworthy and close by. Ryan would be safe with her.”

“Okay, good, give her a call. I am going to go see what Jack has in the way of weapons.” Johnny said, then disappeared back towards the rear of the store, where Jack’s bedroom was located.

Micki called Birdie, who was their neighbor and friend. The woman was close to Jack in age, and had been trying to move their relationship past friendship for years, to little success, even with some helpful prodding from Micki, who thought they made an adorable couple.

Micki had to be careful in what she said on the phone once Birdie picked up. She had known Ryan as an adult, so Micki told her that a relative of her family was staying with them and that she needed someone to watch over him for a few hours while they ran a very important errand.

Birdie had been involved with one of the cursed items back when they first inherited the shop, so she knew not to ask too many questions. But, when she heard the boy’s name was also Ryan, she commented on the similarity, taking the moment to ask about the adult Ryan and how he was doing.

They had told everyone who had known Ryan that he had decided to live in Europe and wouldn’t be coming home. So far, no one had pressed the issue. About their being two Ryans, Micki just said it had been a long-time family name.

Hanging up the phone, she filled Johnny in on her conversation. “Good, let’s get him over there and get back to that house. We wasted enough time.” Then he quickly scanned the store. “Uh, Mick, where’s Ryan?” he said.

Micki came out from behind the counter and looked around, as well. Ryan wasn’t there. She called out to him, her voice high, nervous.

“Up here.” the boy answered, his voice coming from the second level, where the kitchen, a bathroom, her bedroom and Ryan’s old bedroom were.

“Wait here.” she said to Johnny, then ran up the stairs. Ryan was where she thought he would be, in his old bedroom. It was still much like he had left it, although most of his personal items were either sent to where he lived with his mother or put into storage until he was older. Johnny occasionally slept here, when they got back late from retrieving some item or another. Ryan was sitting on his old bed, looking at the wall.

“Hey Ryan.” she said, coming into the room and sitting next to him. “What are you doing up here?”

Ryan looked at Micki and smiled. “This used to be my room, wasn’t it?”

The question caught Micki off-guard. “What? Why would you think that?” she said, looking away from him, not enjoying having to lie.

He shrugged. “I just… I have been remembering things, places. People. Most of the things are scary and the people are bad. But,” he paused, looking around and then back at her. “But, some things are good. I remember this store, kind of. This room, too. And I remember you. I remember talking to you a lot. But I can’t remember what we talked about.”

Micki was looking back at him now, concern in her eyes. Her suspicions had been correct, he was remembering his past. Jack had speculated that his memory had been wiped clean, but Micki had her doubts. She wondered if it was all still in there, just buried deep, waiting to come back. The nightmares had made Jack see she was probably right, and now Ryan confirmed it.

“What happened to me? Why can’t I remember stuff?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

She smiled and put her arm over the young boy’s shoulders. “Look, Ryan. There is a lot we should talk about, but right now is not the best time. But I promise, once things are settled, you and I, and Jack and your mom, we will sit down and have a nice, long chat. Okay?” she smiled again, looking into his face.

He nodded, not happy with it, but not having much choice in the matter.

Micki heard the phone ring once and jumped up, but it didn’t ring a second time. Johnny must have answered it, she thought. “Come on,” she said to Ryan. “Let’s go back downstairs. A good friend of mine is going to watch you for a bit, so we can go and bring your mom back to you. Alright?”

Ryan nodded again, and stood up with Micki. They made their way back down to the store just as Johnny finished his conversation on the phone.

“Was that Jack?” she asked.

Johnny just shook his head. “No, it wasn’t. It was Casares’ goon, that bald guy.”

“What?” Micki asked, astonished. “What did he want? Where are they?”

Johnny held up his hand. “Whoa, slow down. He wouldn’t say more than that they dropped Rashid and Mrs. Dallion outside of the hospital, and that Jack was going to be staying at the mansion until he could figure out how to break the curse on that mirror. Oh, and he said he would kill Jack if we called the cops or tried to play hero again and rescue him.”

Ryan looked worried, and asked Johnny “Why is my mom at a hospital?”

Johnny looked at the boy. “I don’t know, kid. They wouldn’t tell me any more than that. But we will find her, okay?”

Micki grabbed Ryan by the hand and said, “Come on, let’s get Ryan over to Birdie’s, then we can head over to the hospital and find out what the hell is going on.”

#friday the 13th: the series #micki foster #80s tv #ryan dallion #curious goods #johnny ventura #reflecting #fan fic

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jaeminscoffee · 3 years

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Daddy Issues | S. Jn

Pairing | Seo Johnny x Fem!Reader

Genre | Smut, fluff

Wc;type | oneshot: 3.93k [not proof read]

Warning(s) | Pwp, dilf!johnny, y/n's a pillow princess, daddy kink, overstimulation, teasing, edging, dacryphilia, slight voyeurism, degradation kink, heavy use of the words 'doll, princess, slut, pretty, angel', typical lyra smut, i made haechan johnny's son (i was about to write changbin as johnny's son but decided against it) age gap, unprotected sex ( the Reader's on pills. Remember this is a fiction, don't play the wrong card irl) filth.

a/n- i found this request buried in my asks and was tempted to write it. Sure, the warning looks intimidating, but i know you wanna read it, y'all whores (ily) shoutout to @bakugou-is-my-bae @cvntzennie and @jenopollo for helping me decide what to post first! @suhpersonic

Minors try not to interact! <3

Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right?

There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place.

Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad)

Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense.

But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend.

More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people.

Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny.

You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you.

But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks.

You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look.

A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it"

But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.

"Y/n."

You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.

Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing.

And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.

"Tomorrow at mine."

It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda.

Ironic, huh?

"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night.

Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"

"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location.

"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze.

"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.

"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder.

"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.

"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming.

Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.

You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning.

"Answer me."

"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement.

"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"

"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,

"you're what?"

"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place.

"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot.

"I am.. I am a who-"

The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study.

You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling.

"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command.

Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck.

Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands.

"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.

You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features.

The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.

You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking.

"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode

Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?"

"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.

"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions.

"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you.

"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,

"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear.

"Yeah? Did she mention which one?"

"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in.

"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck."

You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?"

"It's not my fault! You-"

"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed.

"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"

"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?"

"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.

"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.

In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum.

"Say it, Y/n."

"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad.

"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"

Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.

"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds.

"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers.

"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.

"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.

"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers.

"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.

"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?"

You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach.

"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.

"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe.

Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully.

You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.."

You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration,

"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night.

You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity.

Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.

"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly.

You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!"

"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock"

Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad.

Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."

Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel"

He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.

Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace,

"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm.

"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast.

"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you.

"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper.

He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name.

Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure.

You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls,

"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for.

You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed.

You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him.

But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side,

You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad,

"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???"

"Tell Hyuck daddy says hi"

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biazerod · 3 years

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on a scale of best go worst, where do the mercs land as babysitters for Johnny?

Ohoho *cracks knuckles* here we go

1) Heavy

10/10, has read all the parenting books before baby was even delivered. Knows how to take care of baby in every way and is one of the few that will make sure to educate it too, by reading it books and just talking to it. And he just enjoys his time with Johnny very much.

Also will go out on his way to check If the others are not putting baby in danger during their turns (9/10 times they are)

2) Soldier

May not be the most responsible person but he knows his kid the best! Very confident in his parental decissions and they are usually right. They are very weird sometimes, yes, but Johnny is a weird kid too.

3) Demo

A wild card depending on his moods. But when in high spirits, he'll indulge baby in all kind of activities that he thinks baby wants and he's pretty good at guessing.

Despite having no experience with babies - he takes his godfather job seriously so yeah, sticky jumping course it is - but always with a safety belt!

4) Scout

It's a mix of asking the baby 'ok whatcha need/ wanna do now?' as If it has all the answers and things he remembers seeing/hearing about baby care - and there were lots of kids running around in Boston

So he's pretty good until feeding time where he'll just give baby a spoon and tells it to eat. Or when dirty diaper comes along. Then he just nopes out

5) Sniper

Has good intentions but no experience with babies so he treats it kinda like a teenager. You know, teaching to climb trees, hunting and all the stuff baby definitely shouldn't be doing but he's also very careful about it like you would be with a newbie so I guess that's a start

6) Spy

Thought babysitting is easy enough so he agreed to it once. Now he avoids it like fire. If forced - he'll just wait for the opportunity to pass the baby duty onto the first person that comes by

So yes, baby will be safe but Spy won't do anything more than just sitting with it and maybe talking to it in his snarky way, lamenting how he even agreed to this in the first place

7) Pyro

Is an excellent playbuddy but that's about it. All the things like feeding and other baby stuff - he doesn't know what to do, he's just here to have fun. What do you mean baby needs sleep? Pyro is not done playing!

8) Engie

Very enthusiastic, but maybe a bit too much. Baby definitely shouldn't be in his workshop but he's eager to give lessons and teach about engineering in practice.

Too bad he's also easily engulfed by his own lectures and work so baby could just dissapear for few hours and he would not even notice.

9) Medic

Will treat the baby like a lab rat. Yes, he knows how to feed. Yes, he'll probably feed it with some weird chemicals just to see the reaction.

It will probably come off unscathed, but just to be sure - don't give him the baby.

#ask #Johnny Doe #thanks for the ask!#that was so fun to analyse :D #tf2 headcanons

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baldwinboy5ive · 3 years

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I call this Cobra Drive. AU where a sad boy meets another sad boy in his building elevator and they just stare longingly at each other for extended periods of time. (Daniel LaRusso, who made the crane kick famous, gets to add to his repertoire of bird karate moves by stomping Mike Barnes to death in the same elevator like a secretary bird.)

I also wrote some crap for this AU, even though I am not much of a fanfic writer. However, it’s not that bad. It’s just regular bad.

“If I drive for you, you get your money. You tell me where we start, where we’re going, where we’re going afterward. I give you a five minute window when we get there. Anything happens in that five minutes and I’m yours. No matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that and you’re on your own. I don’t sit in while you’re running it down, I don’t carry a gun, I don’t do karate - not anymore. I drive. Do you understand?”

The well-rehearsed speech was delivered in an accent that was undeniably East Coast, but from a man who knew well the 100,000 streets of Los Angeles. Daniel ended it every single time with a secret tribute to his beloved mentor, whose life lessons were always punctuated with “Understand?”

And Daniel did. He always understood what Mr. Miyagi had told him, and replied “Yeah, I understand,” even if some of his lessons had taken awhile to really make their impact on him.

-----

Daniel moved frequently. It was routine now for him. Funny how things changed. He often remembered how monumental that first cross-country move had been, how the course of his entire life had shifted that summer of 1984. Now, his moves were quick, efficient, and all within LA.

On his second day in his newest building, Daniel returned to his apartment by elevator. Another building resident stepped in with him, hauling a basket of laundry from the basement.

He was familiar. Daniel kept his eyes trained at his feet while he felt the familiar man’s gaze on him for a moment. He allowed himself one quick glance, but didn’t manage to time it as well as he’d wanted. The golden-haired man who now shared a building with him was still staring back at him.

His eyes were beautiful and sad.

It was Johnny Lawrence.

-----

“You just move back to LA or something?” was the question Johnny finally settled on after he and Daniel hauled his groceries into his second story apartment. There was too much he wanted to ask. It had been 34 years. Something in those 34 years had hardened the look in Daniel’s eyes.

“No, I’ve been here for awhile.”

“So just new here?”

Daniel nodded.

“What are you up to now, LaRusso?”

“I drive.”

“Like, those internet car things?” Johnny asked, a touch of confusion on his face.

“No, for the movies.”

“You mean all the car chases and stuff?”

“Yeah.”

Johnny let out a soft laugh. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

Daniel fully met Johnny’s eyes, and stared challengingly, the words “Oh, now you care about my safety and well-being?” hanging between the two of them unspoken. Daniel’s lips quirked into a slight grin. So did Johnny’s. Then Daniel knew. Johnny remembered it all.

The intensity of Johnny’s bright blue eyes and the pain they carried eventually became too much for Daniel, who was the first to drop his gaze. He broke the silence by saying placatingly, “It’s only part time. Mostly I work at a garage.”

“Where?”

“Reseda Boulevard.”

After a few more beats of silence, Daniel nodded his head towards the teen boy sitting at the kitchen table doing his homework, as if only just noticing him even though he’d rode up in the elevator with them. “He yours?”

“They sometimes just come with the apartment. Old place here is infested. Overrun with roaches, children, teens. You might want to check under your kitchen counters and shit if you haven’t already, LaRusso.”

The boy snorted, not offended in the least. “I’m Miguel,” he said.

A door in the apartment slammed open, and another teen boy wandered into the kitchen. “Who’s this?” he asked, pointing at Daniel.

“This is LaRu- Daniel. Daniel, this is Robby.”

Daniel stared at the two teenagers. Neither of them resembled Johnny. Perhaps Johnny hadn’t been kidding about them surfacing from under the kitchen counters.

-----

At the garage, a sly smile spread on the face of the man who’d given Daniel all of his jobs. “Oh, you and the kid know each other,” he said, gesturing rapidly between Daniel and Johnny while leaning over the open hood of a car he’d been working on.

“Don’t,” Daniel warned. He stalked off, but not without grinning at his employer.

“Uh…” Johnny began. A “He kicked me in the face when we were teenagers, but I did sort of deserve it a little, and it’s actually at least a 126 minute-long story” died on his lips.

“We’re neighbors,” Johnny said.

“Ahh,” said Daniel’s employer, as if that was all there was to know.

Johnny explained in more detail what was going on with his Firebird, and was told that the repairs would take a few days.

“Miguel, call us one of those car things from your iComputer.”

“It’s an iPho-”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” cut in Daniel’s employer. “You and the kid are neighbors! He’d be happy to give you a ride.”

Johnny met Daniel’s eyes from across the garage. He did indeed look happy.

---

“Hey, I know you. Come on, we met last year! Well - met again. It’s me. Snake. You drove me and Dennis back from Palm Springs. Hey, I got this sweet job planned out --”

Fury blazed in Daniel’s eyes. Someone both recognizing him and talking to him about his jobs was more than enough to make Daniel disappear for a few months, but this wasn’t just any someone. This was one of Terry Silver’s men. Over the years, Daniel had done everything he could to be free of Terry and his mob. But every time Daniel thought he was safe, eventually, Terry would always come back. And there would always be a job.

Terry’s man - and therefore Terry himself - reappearing in his life would have been bad enough before, but now? Now he had Johnny. He couldn’t just pick up and leave. He realized with anger burning up in his chest that he didn’t want to pick up and leave.

Daniel cut Snake off with a low whisper. “How about this? Shut your mouth. Or I’ll kick your teeth down your throat, and shut it for you.”

All Daniel had wanted was to finish his dinner and coffee in peace, until it was time to drive Johnny to the bar for his night shift. Daniel stared at Snake, never taking his eyes off of him until Snake quietly retreated from the diner. Only then did Daniel feel comfortable returning to his food.

-----

Daniel’s face took on a detached and aloof manner when he addressed the man Terry had sent.

“When you get your money, his debt’s paid. He’s out for good. And you never go near his family again. Do you understand?”

-----

Daniel did everything in his power to keep his voice even. Confident. Balanced. But that voice on the other end of the phone would always terrify him. Some things never changed.

“I’m going to give you a time and a place and you’re going to come and get your money. Do you understand?”

Terry barked out a laugh. “What do you get out of it, Danny boy?”

“Just that: out of it.”

Daniel hung up. For once he had the satisfaction of dictating terms with Terry Silver.

-----

“They came to my apartment. How did they know where I live?”

“I told you, I was going to call Kreese, I just wanted him to know that… that it wasn’t about the money… that you’re not interested in the money… that you just did it for him.”

Daniel exploded at the man who had been his longtime employer. So this was how Kreese and Silver and known it was him. “Why?! You told them about Johnny! Why did you tell them about Johnny?!”

“Calm down, kid. Just calm down.”

“I should fucking kill you - you told them about Johnny! That’s how they figured it out, you know - that it was me. You told them about Johnny and then they knew it was me.”

“I just wanted him to know… that as soon as you returned the money, that was the end of it, that’s all! I didn’t know. I didn’t know. How was I supposed to know?! How was I supposed to know… that everything led to Silver!”

Daniel’s voice was breaking as he screamed at the old man. Daniel’s eyes were wild and he was breathing hard. Breathe in, breathe out, echoed the voice of his dear sensei in his head. Soon, his racing heart slowed just enough for him to calmly tell his employer, “They came for me, and now they’re going to come for you, too. You have to get out of here. Do you understand?”

-----

John Kreese pleaded with his lifelong friend. “Anybody finds out you stole from the family, we’re both dead. The money always flows up, Twig. You know that!”

Terry Silver fell uncharacteristically quiet amidst their shouting match. He looked at Kreese ruefully. “That’s why this driver’s gotta go, Johnny. That’s why he’s gotta go. He’s gonna tie me to this robbery.”

It was too bad. Terry had always been fond of Daniel.

-----

Daniel hoped he would never again have to fear for Johnny’s and his kids’ lives. He flicked his eyes up to the rearview mirror. Miguel and Robby were fast asleep in the backseat - and safe. Alive.

Daniel did, however, find comfort in knowing that he didn’t have to pretend anymore, didn’t have to keep his karate hidden and tucked away. If Johnny ever needed it again, Daniel would use it. He’d help Johnny remember his. He thought fondly of the way Mr. Miyagi had once insisted that only Daniel’s root karate came from Mr. Miyagi, and had urged him to make his karate his own.

If Daniel could do it, so could Johnny. Johnny’s Cobra Kai would be better - different, new. A product of the goodness Daniel was confident Johnny had inside of him. Johnny would use that goodness to teach Robby and Miguel. And Daniel vowed to be there with them.

If anyone ever again tried to hurt any of them, the four of them would be ready.

Another Mr. Miyagi lesson surfaced in Daniel’s memories as he continued driving. Back in 1994, Mr. Miyagi had returned to Daniel in LA after a long stay in Boston, and over the course of several days, had told him all about Julie Pierce, and the lessons he taught her. The final lesson had been: “Fighting not good, but if must fight - win.”

That was what Daniel had done.

Daniel smiled at the beautiful man in the passenger seat next to him, whose sadness never left his eyes, but who, despite this, could now smile back warmly at him. Daniel checked the rearview mirror once more, never taking his attention from the road ahead of them. Miguel and Robby were both still asleep.

Daniel turned his gaze back to the road for a moment, feeling the hum of the car around him and those he loved.

“I’m yours. No matter what. Do you understand?”

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OH SHIT i forgot to mention, the idea for the cobra on the back of the jacket AND for including Robby both come from @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy !!!! Thank you for your moral support and help on these concepts! I always knew I wanted Daniel to be the Driver, so it didn’t even OCCUR to me to have the cobra on his jacket, until @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy said it, and then she said he can give it to Johnny later (even though it won’t fit him haha!). Just a note - I changed up the cobra design from the Cobra Kai logo though because the original logo looked kinda goofy as a silhouette.

#lawrusso #my art #cobra drive #that read more thingy better DAMN work hahaha cause this is long but... if for whatever reason it didn't i am sorry #this does feel kind of empty without the Favorite though hhahaah #there is definitely a bird shaped hole in this AU and i miss my lil Hawk

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i-growl-growl-growl · 3 years

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Mafia NCT Reaction: Their crush is the new member

Reaction to mafia nct getting his crush as a new gang member when He thought you were just a ordinary person that he saw from time to time in the neighborhood but then he it’s introduced to you as your new mafia boss (sorry if u couldn’t understand very well 😂)

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Warnings: Mafia themes, dark themes, violent themes, controlling themes,

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Taeyong

Taeyong wouldn’t be the most pleased about this development. He doesn’t want you to be at rist, that being said he likes the fact that now he can keep an eye on you. He also likes that he gets to boss you around now. You’ll likely see less field assignments, focused more on how to help from the base. The being said if you piss him off he might put you on an assignment that would rough you up some, but never anything lethal.

“Are you really about to complain about the tasks I’ve assigned you Y/N? I could have you ruined in a moment, now be a good girl/boy and go run those numbers for me sweetheart.”

Taeil:

Taeil will be a protector over you in this world. He’ll test out your abilities personally, before hand picking your assignments based on your skills. He would never put you in a situation he wasn’t fully certain you could handle. Though you likely have his company either way, him calling it hands on training. Really though, he’s grooming you to be his partner, waiting for the right moment to ask you.

“You’re strong Y/N the type of person I want by my side in this world. So? What do you say? Run this town with me?”

Johnny:

Johnny is happy in some ways and anxious in others. He’s eager to show off his strength and power, to show you that he’s the best and you’d be lucky to have him. Knowing that he’d be very lucky to have you. He knows first hand though how dangerous this world could be though, and he doesn’t want to risk your safety.

“Fine, you want a task out Y/N? Then you can join me today. We’re doing money collections. You better only get out of the car with my permission though.”

Yuta:

Yuta was very upset by this news, his crush was so pure how could they be part of this world? Certainly there had to be a reason... He’d learn everything about your background to convince you to leave the mafia, all while trying to get you to stay with him. You know...purely for your safety of course.

“I want youout yes, but people could have already seen you with me Y/N. Even if you don’t do anything for us you could already have a target on your back. Which is why you have to stay with me now.”

Kun:

Kun would be very strict as your mafia boss and very poker faced, so you’d be confused as to why he has so many extra rules and requirements for you. No one else always had to wear a vest or reported straight to him, why was he making you jump through hoops? Until you finally confronted him about it, he said nothing.

“You’re important to me Y/N. I can’t let something happen to you because of some careless mistake.”

Doyoung:

Doyoung thought it was a blessing, having you here as part of his mafia. He would never allow himself to drag you into his world, but here you were and willingly too. In addition, it would allow him to see if youcould handle what it would mean to be with him in this world.

“Yes Y/N this was a test, but you passed. So now I’ll give you the whole world if you want it, just know that if you accept my offer there’s no going back.”

Ten:

Ten likely wouldn’t give away his feelings for you for a long while. He put you through the same excruciating training every other recruit had to go through. He didn’t want you to have to live your life in the dangerous part of this world, but he knew if you were his there was always a chance of something happening and he wanted you prepared for it.

“I don’t care how tired your legs are or how bloody your knuckles, I said show me again Y/N. Those things won’t matter to you when your life is on the line, you have to be able to do this right.”

WinWin:

Sicheng would immediately pull you aside to question your motives for joining. If he could help it, he would try to convince or even bribe you into doing something that wasn’t dangerous. Ultimately though he respected your choice and supported it, but he’d keep a sharp eye out to try and protect you still.

“What are you here for Y/N? If it’s money, I can cover that for you. Adventure? Then be mine and you’ll have it all time. Whatever you want, I can give you, just stay someplace safe instead.”

Jaehyun:

Jaehyun won’t give you much wiggle room in what he allows. He’d much prefer you accept the spot as just his pretty thing, than be involved in the mafia. If you insisted though he only allowed you to do stuff at the base, often in the office with him by you. He didn’t even want to risk you being around some of his men.

“Stay in here doll, there are some men coming over and you don’t need to be any part of what they have to offer. Only open this door again for me.”

Jungwoo:

Jungwoo would fret over you a lot. He wants to allow you to make your own decisions after seeing how strong you are, but anytime you’re out he always worries that he may never see you again. Ultimately he ends up deciding that it would be best for you to work at the base where he can constantly check in.

“Please don’t be embarrassed Y/N. It’s not because you don’t have the skills to be out, it’s just for your own good.”

Lucas:

Lucas only lets you out when you’re with him. Doing lots of hands on training with you, and maybe showing off some as well. He trusts your safety with no one else though. At the first sign that you might not be able to handle something he pulls you.

“Go back to the car Y/N. I see the look in your eyes now...you don’t need to be here for this, so just behave.”

Mark:

Mark was known to be a very strict leader, even if he had a soft spot for you he was still strict. Instead of immediately sending you off with harsh consequences like he would everyone else, he pulled you aside and spoke with you before a lesser punishment was given. He was a mix of firm and soft, because he couldn’t risk you getting hurt because of some stupid little mistake.

“If you’re not going to be able to do this Y/N, then I suggest you get used to helping me in my office.”

Xiaojun:

Xiaojun tried to let you do as you wanted and live the mafia life, but after being frantic whenever you’d leave the base he couldn’t do it anymore. Telling you to either leave this life or to work from the safer area of the base, under his watchful eyes. Either way you always saw his protective hand in your life.

“If anything happens to you, it’d be like someone ripped my own heart out. I can’t have it.”

Hendery:

Hendery won’t let even his other men around you. All of your training and explanations come from him. The only time you get out is when he’s there by your side, whether there needs to be others or not. He doesn’t let you out of his sight, knowing the second he does he might never see you again. That’s just how this world worked.

“I won’t lose another person, especially not you.”

Renjun:

Renjun would be quiet at first, he hadn’t quite expected this from you. He had figured out that there was something special about you though and he was waiting to see just what it was. So when you walked in he raised a brow and smirked slightly. He’s fairly calm about the whole thing but fairly protective still.

“I understand your skills are on the streets, that’s why I’m keeping you here. You’re the best I have and I need you to use those street skills to help me plan...and to make sure everyone else understands what to do.”

Jeno:

Jeno is pleased at the opportunities this presents to him, but not to you. He didn’t want you in harms wat, but he likes that he can show off and doesn’t have to lie to you about who he is in fear of you running away. Basically though, it’ll be rare for you to get a chance outside of the base and either way you’re going to have a bodyguard with you.

“Who’s the boss here Y/N? Trust my judgement, especially when I’m just doing what’s best for you.”

Haechan:

Haechan is going to be bossy, but it’s because he’s terrified that you’re here. He might go as far as to lock you into the base or put a tracker on you if you’re for once allowed out. You won’t have a bodyguard directly besides you most times, but you’ll always have a tail and it’s one of his best at that.

“Don’t worry I told them to follow you, they’re there to keep you safe.”

Jaemin:

Jaemin is heated over this. His sweet, innocent, Y/N will not get their hands dirty in his business, not if he can help it anyways. That doesn’t mean you aren’t in the mafia though. He invites you to be his lover/sugar baby, the one he comes home to and spoils endlessly. Yet who is also someplace safe and without blood on their hands.

“As odd as this might sound, you’re my guilty pleasure angel and nothing will stop me from keeping you safely at my side ruling this world.”

YangYang:

Yangyang vows to be your protector, yet tries to give you freedom to use your skills as part of the mafia. That doesn’t last long though. He can’t sleep at night knowing something might happen to you and it’s affecting how everything is running. So he has to keep you somplace safe.

“I’m sorry Y/N...you’ve done everything perfectly...I just can’t live to put you in harms way.”

Shotaro:

Shotaro chuckles, you’re like him, you look so sweet...so innocent and yet are involved in quite the opposite. He thinks that you can both use that to your advantage. Sitting at the top of the mafia world, running it better than anyone else, and yet no one would suspect the two of you at all.

“They’re clueless to us Y/N. To them we’re just a sweet up and coming cooperate couple...oblivious to the true power we hold.”

Sungchan:

Sungchan is intrigued by your appearance here. He pulls you aside to try and decipher your motived for being here. If he figured out you only are here for a reason of money, not because you want to be here in this world then he is going to fix that problem for you. Otherwise he’s going to help you be the best there is, just like him. Molding you to be even more perfect for him.

“No matter what I can help you Y/N. Just give me a chance and you’ll see that I can take care of you when no one else can.”

Chenle:

Chenle is not impressed by your showing up. He sends you to his office immediately before dealing with the other new recruits. He questions you on what exactly you think you’re doing here before laying out very specific instruction for you.

“If you’re going to stick around then you will listen to my rules or you’ll back off. Of course you could still be mine then if that’s what you really wanted.”

Jisung:

Jisung is not happy when he sees you. He’s going to find out who dragged you into this and they won’t be seeing sunlight for a long time, especially if they knew he cared about you. Then he’ll give you two options, one leave and forget about all of this or two stay there but as his officially not a mafia member.

“Those are your options Y/N. You’re not going to be part of the danger as fun as it may seem to you.”

- Bre

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If You Go Out of This World Today

fanfiction

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The Accident didn’t turn Danny into a half ghost, but instead allowed him to see, hear, and physically interact with the very real ghosts that are now pouring through the portal (Alternative: Danny’s always been clairvoyant, but after the accident he finally sees all of the ghosts he’d grown up talking to) prompt by @sapphireswimming

word count: 3358

yo another prompt hidey hey

Ember had been chasing Johnny and Kitty through the Ghost Zone when it happened. Suddenly she was tripping her way through a natural portal that had spontaneously formed in front of her and she tumbled straight into the human world. Before she could stand back up, the portal had closed already.

Looking around, she could see that she was in a bedroom. The walls were painted blue with stars stuck to the ceiling. There was a night light plugged into the wall and as she looked around her gaze landed on a small boy who was sitting straight up in his bed. He had black hair and blue eyes and he was staring at his closet with wide eyes.

“Hello?” He called. “Is someone there?”

Ember stays quiet, not ready to announce her presence. A few moments later though, a woman walks in through the door.

“Danny, are you alright?”

He points to his closet. “I thought I heard a weird noise. Can you look?”

She nods. She walks over to the closet and opens it, sticking her head inside. Looking back and forth, she calls back out to Danny.

“Nothing in here.”

“No ghosts?” Danny asks, lifting his blanket up to cover the bottom half of his face.

“No ghosts.” She confirms. “We’d know if there were ghosts in the house.”

Ember nearly snorts but holds the sound back.

“Now, it's time for bed.” She walks over to the bed and starts tucking him back in.

“Mommy! Can you sing me a song before I go back to sleep?” He begged.

His mom smiled and sat down on the bed beside him, brushing his hair out of his face. Then she began to sing.

“If you go out of this world today

You’re sure of a big surprise

If you go out of this world today

You’d better go in disguise.”

Ember frowned. That’s not how she remembered this song going.

“For every ghost that ever there was

Will gather there for certain, because

Today’s the day the wretched ghosts have their picnic.”

Wretched ghosts?

“If you go out of this world today

You’d better not go alone

It’s pretty out of the world today

But safer to stay at home.

For every ghost that ever there was

Will gather there for certain, because

Today’s the day the wretched ghosts have their picnic.”

Ember didn’t know what to make of this woman or her parody of this lullaby. Why was it about ghosts? Most people didn’t even believe in ghosts.

“Every wretched ghost, who’s been bad

Is sure of a treat today

There’s lots of wonderful things to do

And wonderful tests to try.”

Ember stared at the woman in horror. Did they study ghosts? Why did they hate ghosts so much?

“Beyond the clouds where nobody sees

They’ll hide and seek as long as they please

Today’s the day the wretched ghosts have their picnic.

Today’s the day the wretched ghosts have their picnic.”

Ember stood frozen to the spot where she stood. Realistically, she knew she should be escaping and trying to find a way back to the ghost zone right now. If this woman managed to find her and capture her, who knows what she’d plan on doing.

But on the other hand, what kind of mother sings about experimenting on ghosts to her kids? What if he’s in danger? The way his mother had sung that last verse had unnerved Ember, and while it seemed to have put the boy to sleep, it still left a sour taste in her mouth.

Looking at the boy in the small bed, her resolve hardened. She’d stay and watch over him. Or at least stay long enough to figure out if he’d be okay.

QQQQQ

It was a few days later when Ember first let something slip. Danny was watching cartoons in front of the tv downstairs and she laughed at something that happened in the show. Danny’s head had whipped to the side and looked in her general direction with wide eyes.

“Hello?”

Ember took in a sharp breath. Most humans couldn’t hear or see ghosts. She just happened to find one that could, but at least it didn’t seem like he could see her at all. She shouldn’t start talking to him but…

“Hi.”

His mouth dropped open. “Why can’t I see you?”

“Uh, well. Because I’m a ghost.”

“You’re a ghost?” He gaped at the empty air beside her head. “Mom-!”

“No! Shh sh!” Ember started waving her hands in a “no” motion even though he couldn’t see her. “Don’t tell them! If they found out I was here they’d try to trap me!” She had found the Fenton’s lab two days ago, and while it cemented the idea that this was a dangerous place for a toddler, it also scared the shit out of her.

“Trap you? How can they trap you if you’re a ghost?”

“Your parents are very smart people. They have all sorts of stuff that they’re building in the basement.”

“The basement? What’s in the basement?” He started climbing off the couch.

“Nope, nope! You’re not going down to the basement. It’s too dangerous down there.” Ember stood to block his path even though, again, he couldn’t see her.

He let out a whine. “That’s what mommy and daddy always say. I’m a big boy now! When will I be able to go into the basement?”

Ember shook her head. “Not for a long time I’d hope.”

Danny groaned and climbed back onto the couch, laying face down on it instead of facing the tv to watch the show. “Why can’t I go down there when they’re down there all day?” He asked quietly.

Ember frowned at him sadly and sat down beside his head. “Even big boys like you need to be protected from dangerous things. But! How about we hang out together? We can be buddies, small fry.”

Danny scrambled up into a sitting position excitedly. “Like an imaginary friend? Except for real?”

She chuckled. “Sure. Like an imaginary friend. Let’s go with that.”

Danny cheered. “Come on! Let’s go play superhero in my room!”

He charged up the stairs and she followed slowly after him, chuckling.

QQQQQ

“You’re doing what?” Johnny asked incredulously.

“Staying here.” Ember watched as Danny swung on the swings, his mother tinkering with an invention in her hands as she sat on the bench.

“What’s the fun in that?” Kitty asked. “What’s the point in staying here if no one can see you? How are you going to scare any of them?”

Ember scoffed, her brows drawing down as she looked at them. “I’m not here to scare anyone.”

“Then why are you here?” Johnny asked.

Ember fidgeted where she stood, looking at Danny. “I tripped through a portal into that kids room when I got here. Everything seemed pretty normal until his mom started singing a song about experimenting on ghosts.”

“So what? He’s not a ghost.” Kitty said bluntly.

“No, but what kind of parents sing about torturing something to their kid? I looked around their house and they have a lab full of weapons and a dissection table and everything! I don’t think it matters that he’s not a ghost, that’s not a safe place to be in. Half the time his parents forget to come up and feed them and his older sister has to make something to eat for the two of them.” Ember sighed. “I know what it’s like to come from a shitty home situation. I just want to make sure he doesn’t get hurt.”

Johnny and Kitty shared a sad look. Kitty spoke up. “We get that too, but what about your safety? If they’re ghost hunters they probably pose more of a danger to you than they do to him.”

Ember snorted. “As if. I don’t know how they got to be where they are but they are probably the most air headed scientists ever. They think their tracking devices are locking onto Danny somehow instead of me. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Well, if you end up fading-”

“What’s fading?” Danny asked suddenly.

Johnny yelped as he was interrupted, not noticing the boy approaching them. Ember chuckled.

“We can talk about that later. What are you doing over here, small fry?”

“I heard you talking to someone else. I wanted to come see who it was. It’s also boring playing by myself.” Danny pouted and kicked his foot in the woodchips.

“Well you’re in luck, little dip! I’ve got two great friends here who would love to play with us!”

“Wait-” Johnny said, waving his hands back and forth.

“What do you want to play?” Ember continued, ignoring him.

“Oohh, we can play ice cream man!” Danny said excitedly. He started running towards a plastic counter thing that was built into the playground. “Ice cream! Get your ice cream!” He shouted.

“Why are you dragging us into this?” Johnny asked.

“Loosen up a little bit, he’s just a kid. It’s not like you guys have to stay. Hello Mr. Ice Cream Man!” Embered said cheerily as she walked up to where Danny stood at the counter.

“Hello! What can I get for you today?”

“Hm.” Ember looked above Danny’s head at a pretend menu. “How about a strawberry ice cream cone?”

“Coming right up!” Danny bent over and reappeared a few seconds later with a pile of woodchips that he poured all over the counter. “Order served!”

“Thank you! Wow! Om nom nom, so delicious!” Ember said, pretending to eat her ice cream.

Danny swept the woodchips off of the counter. “Next!”

Johnny rolled his eyes but Kitty pulled him forward. “Hi! Can we get an ice cream sundae for two? It’ll be so romantic.” She fluttered her eyes at Johnny and he made a face at her.

“Coming right up!” Once again, Danny bent over but this time when he dumped the woodchips on the counter, it was an even bigger pile. “Order served!”

Kitty made pretend eating sounds and Ember was about to walk back up to the counter when she heard the voices of a couple of kids nearby.

“Can we have some ice cream?”

Two kids about Danny’s age walked up to him. One had big glasses on his face and the other had her black hair done up in two pigtails. Danny stared at them for a few seconds before responding. “Right! Yes. What flavors would you two like?”

The kid with glasses whispered in the girl’s ear and she approached the counter.

“Mint chocolate chip and chocolate chip cookie dough?”

“Coming right up!” Danny bent over once again and picked up two handfuls of woodchips, placing them on the counter. The girl stared at them for a few seconds.

“Order served!”

She giggled and picked them up, bringing them close to her face. “Mmm, this is the most delicious ice cream I’ve ever had.” She nudged her friend beside her, who was staring sadly at the woodchips.

“Huh? Oh.” He picked up his own pile. “Om nom nom. So good.”

The girl laughed again. “I’m Sam. This is Tucker.” Tucker waved. “Did you want to come play in the sandbox with us?”

He stared at her again, eyes wide, before his face split into a grin. “Sure! What are you guys playing?”

Ember waved goodbye to Johnny and Kitty as they announced their goodbyes. She followed Danny and his new friends across the park to the sandbox.

“We were just going to see how big of a hole we can dig.” Tucker says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I think we can get to China.”

Sam rolled her eyes. “We don’t have time for that Tucker. My mom wants me home by four, remember?”

His shoulders slumped. “Oh yeah.”

Ember chuckled at them. Having friends Danny’s age will probably be good for him. She hasn’t seen one kid come over in the couple weeks she’s been staying with him.

“Wait what time is it now?” Danny asked.

He only got two shrugs in return.

“Come on, let’s go talk to my mom. Maybe we can convince her and whoever brought you guys to get us ice cream instead of playing in the sandbox.”

Sam and Tucker’s eyes lit up and they hurried after Danny as he ran to the bench where his mom sat, who had finally put her invention away and was reading a book instead.

“Mom, Mom! What time is it?”

She checked a watch on her wrist. “3:15. We’ll be leaving soon though, so you better finish anything you still want to do.”

Ember silently laughed at the panic that appeared on Danny’s face. “Can we find Sam and Tucker’s parent and get ice cream instead of staying in the park? Please?” He clasped his hands together and started begging, Sam and Tucker following suit.

“Who are-”

Maddie finally looked up at the three kids standing in front of her. “Oh! Why hello there! Danny! You made some friends!”

“Can we pleeeease get some ice cream?”

“Pleease?” Sam and Tucker chorused.

Maddie chuckled. “I don’t see why not. We have to go find your guardian first and ask them if you two can have some though.” She stood up and started packing her book back into her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

The three kids cheered and Sam and Tucker ran their way over to another bench on the other side of the playground.

“Mom! Me and Sam made a new friend! We were wondering if we could all get ice cream together!”

Tucker’s mom looked up and saw Danny standing shyly behind his mom, who waved.

“Hi, I’m Maddie and this is Danny.”

Danny waved.

“Hi! I’m Angela.” She looked back at Sam and Tucker. “You guys made a new friend? I think that’s cause for celebration.”

“We can get ice cream?” Sam asked.

“Yes, we can get ice cream.” Angela said, smiling.

All three kids cheered and started following their moms as they walked out of the park. Ember smiled. While she liked spending time playing with Danny, these were kids his age that he could actually see. She was happy for him.

QQQQQ

“Ghosts aren’t real, man.”

“What do you mean?” Danny asked, a furrow in his brow.

Ember looked away from a book she had finally learned how to pick up and turn invisible after years in the human world to see Danny and his friends looking at each other in frustration.

“Ghosts aren’t real. There’s no scientific evidence of them.” Tucker said, looking back at the tv where their game was paused.

“Well what about my parents' work? Their lifelong passion?”

Tucker shrugged. “There’s gotta be some explanation for whatever findings they have. It can’t be explained by ghosts. Have your parents ever seen a ghost?”

“No but not everyone can see ghosts.”

“Huh?”

“It’s called being clairvoyant.” Sam said. “It encompasses different kinds of things but it can apply to seeing the future or seeing ghosts and other things like that.”

“Do you believe me Sam?” Danny asked.

She shrugged. “It’s something I’d like to believe because I think it’s interesting but I can’t, not without solid proof.”

“But I have solid proof!”

“Okay what is it then?” Tucker asked, putting down his controller.

“I can hear ghosts. I’ve had one living with me for half my life. You know, Ember?”

Sam and Tucker shared a look. “You mean your imaginary friend?” Sam asked.

He shot her a look. “No, she’s not my imaginary friend. She’s a ghost that accidentally fell through a portal from the ghost zone and she’s been my friend ever since.”

Tucker took a deep breath. “No offense, dude, but I think you’ve got whatever your parents have that makes them go off their rockers. It’s probably just all in your head.”

Danny bristled. “I’m not crazy.”

Tucker rolled his eyes. “And I’m the pharaoh Duul Aman. Your parents are crazy. Even Jazz believes that and she’s lived her whole life with them too. Just drop it already. We’re not kids anymore.”

Tucker unpaused the game and after a few moments Danny turned back to the screen stiffly and started playing again.

After that Danny started talking to Ember less and less. She’d ask how his day went at school and she’d hear him mumble something about voices in his head and ghosts, but he didn’t respond to her. Which was fine. Teenagers did that. She was his friend but she could very well be another sort of mother figure to him, so it made sense.

One day when she asked him about his homework he finally exploded on her.

“Stop! Just stop talking! I don’t know if you’re a ghost or not but that’s crazy! Everyone at school thinks my parents are crazy so it must be true. I’m crazy. I’ve let myself believe an imaginary friend that I hallucinate about has been real for too long. It’s time to grow up.”

“Danny-” She started.

“No!” He shouted. “You’re not real! I don’t want to talk to you anymore!”

Ember felt her heart drop into her stomach and she floated away from him. He looked around him, listening for her, before he took a deep breath and went back to his homework that he was working on.

QQQQQ

Ember didn’t stick around at Danny’s house as often anymore. She’d go fly around town on her own more and sometimes went back to the ghost zone for a couple days before another portal opened back up. She had just floated through the walls into the living room for the first time in a week when she heard Danny and his friends talking in the lab.

She felt prickles on her skin. Danny was fourteen now. She didn’t need to watch over him as much anymore. He was old enough to watch over himself now. But she had a bad feeling about the lab. His parents had recently finished building their ghost portal but it ended up not working.

She slowly floated down the stairs, apprehensive about being down there with all the weapons again, but just as she hit the bottom step and looked up, she saw a bright flash of green and heard a scream that rattled her to her very core.

Danny was in the portal, screaming and screaming as the portal turned on around him. Sam and Tucker were shouting his name from outside the portal, tears streaming down their faces.

Ember flew across the lab quickly and was about to reach into the portal but the ectoplasm powering it began to burn her skin. She hissed and pulled her arms away.

After a few more agonizing seconds, the swirling of the portal settled into a more gentle rhythm and when Ember reached out, the burning sensation was gone. She was about to reach in to find Danny when someone tumbled out and onto the floor.

Her heart dropped as she took in their appearance. It must’ve been Danny’s ghost. He was an inverted version of his human self, wearing the jumpsuit his parents had just finished for him two weeks ago.

“Danny?”

Sam’s quiet, croaky voice filled the lab. Danny lay on the floor unmoving for a few moments before he groaned and opened his eyes.

“Sam? Tucker? What happened?”

Sam’s bottom lip wobbled and Tucker stared at Danny with wide eyes. “Danny. I think- I think you-”

Tucker was interrupted as a bright flash of white light appeared and lit up the room. It traveled up and down Danny’s body, revealing a human boy.

“Ugh.” Danny groaned. “That did not help my growing migraine. What was that?”

Ember leaned further over him to get a look at the burns on his face when his eyes opened. He looked at Sam and Tucker first, and then his eyes kept traveling and met her own. His eyes widened and a shocked look appeared on his face, one she could feel mirrored on her own, as he looked straight up at her.

He whispered, his voice small and shaky.

“Ember?”

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 3 years

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16. Play.

Noticing the power shift created by Joey’s new form and role in his story, the Ink demon, the Prophet, and the now much more lucid searchers are interested in playing a few games with their old pals Henry and Joey. (Or not very interested, in the prophet and searchers’ cases) (Set in the AU where by yeeting Joey into the ink machine before going through the portal-door in the kitchen, Henry is accompanied by a chatty, useless, and overall insufferable little imp.)

The novelty of Joey accompanying him as a friendly, (Henry used that term loosely considering what he knew now.) tiny, cartoon demon wore off the second the story actually kicked into play. For starters, the former animator knew that whether either of them liked it or not, Joey was going to be clinging to him whenever he felt like it and following him like a lost puppy.

At the moment, the imp was running ahead of the animator, tapping his feet impatiently as he ‘waited’ for the old man to catch up before scurrying off again and occasionally tripping, but Henry knew that by the time the Ink Demon came into play, the little devil would use him as a meat shield.

Speaking of the two devils, Henry approached the freshly boarded up ink machine room which Joey was already peering into with an uneasy expression on his pale face. The animator also peered into the room, but instead of being greeted by the Ink Demon popping out of the hole and starting the chase, he watched the Ink demon pace about the small room with an expression he’d never seen on it before: a grimace.

In addition to the demon’s seemingly much more expressive face, he seemed to have a different approach to his role as a villain now that he had no script from Joey to follow; a villain who was much more dangerous than a smart animal.

“SAMMY! JACK! JOHNNY!”

The Ink Demon shouted and called up three figures of ink.

“Alright, now listen up you three good-for-nothing, sewer-water-brained Lackeys, the creators will be here ANY second now, and if I find out YOU STUPID INK BLOTS let them get away, I’m gonna wring your necks out like wet towels! Do I make myself clear?!”

“Yes, your vileness.” The swollen searcher with a bowler hat replied in a tired sounding tone.

“Clear as day, your assholiness.” The Prophet added, sounding like more of a smartass than he had ever been when he was alive.

“Y-yes… Lord Ink Demon… We’ll take good care of them all right! W-well not good, but- EEEP!” a third searcher that appeared to have teeth made out of piano keys meekly stuttered and hid from the Ink Demon’s untrusting glare from behind the safety of the Prophet’s legs.

“Good! Now listen up: they’ve started up our machine already so we don’t have much time to plan: So what do we do to stop them?”

“Uh... ...Same thing as always?”

“W-well… I’m sure that you’ll have the best plan out of all of us, your rottenness!”

“You can stick your hand out of the holes in the boards and watch them run and fall to their doom like a pair of stray sheep who don’t see the cliff.”

“NO! When Joey’s not in control, I’m calling the shots around here! And I say: We’re not going to run his stupid story through the machine any more! We’re doing something completely different, something that will really make ‘em suffer...”

“Henry!” Joey tugged on the man’s pant leg and whispered loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to grab the ink monsters’ attention. “He can think and talk! He’s not supposed to do that! Hell, aside from Sammy, none of them are supposed to be any smarter than feral animals! Not to mention, they all look different… I think that stuff on Sammy is supposed to be hair, but it’s never been THAT long before...”

The Ink Demon slapped his forehead and grumbled under his breath.

“Speak of the %*#@ing devils…” He then stared expectantly at the confused trio of searchers. “WELL?! THEY’RE HERE; RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR! ARE YOU GONNA MAUL ‘EM OR ARE YOU JUST GONNA SIT AROUND WAITING FOR THE COCKROACHES IN YOUR HEADS TO CHEW UP THE GARBAGE YOU CALL BRAINS FIRST?!”

“Why not take the pleasure in offing them yourself, your dicklessness?”

“Uh, Yeah, and when you fail at that, we’ll set up traps for ‘em downstairs. It’s not like they’re gonna escape the studio.”

The searcher with piano key teeth sheepishly nodded along.

“What?! But I had this cool dramatic entrance planned out and everything- ARGH! FINE!” The Ink Demon grumbled as he started breaking the boards. “If you want a mauling done right...”

Henry held Joey like a football as he ran through the rapidly flooding studio as the Ink Demon cackled manically throughout the chase.

“READY OR NOT HEEREEE I COOOOMEEEE~”

Henry found himself having to jump and duck to avoid a lot more falling debris and had felt the demon’s claws at his back at times, the situation was not helped by Joey screaming and crying the entire time.

He felt more dread than relief as he saw the exit coming in, no matter how close it got, he never got to it, like every time before, the floorboards broke underneath his feet. He always fell, and now, someone would try to catch him.

“HA! NOT WHEN I’M IN CHARGE, CREATOR!”

And would succeed.

It happened so fast that Joey couldn’t tell if he did it intentionally or not, but he had slipped out of Henry’s grip and had fallen down to the depths of the studio with a loud ‘splash’ announcing his arrival.

Announcing that he was alone, defenseless, and weak. In a studio that Joey now knew no longer was his to control, and was filled with many, many enemies who would fully take advantage of that.

“Y-you just need to stay c-calm, Joey...” He pulled himself up on a floating piece of stray wood and started paddling towards the valve. “There’s an ax nearby, all you need to do is get to it and you’ll be fine. you’ve seen Henry do this hundreds of times, you’ll be alright, you just need to believe in yourself.”

In spite of his reassuring speech, the scared little imp felt a large pit of dread in his gut. The former Music director, former lyricist, and the former organist would probably hesitate if it was Henry instead, but those three caught him... Joey shuddered just thinking about it.

As the ink drained he took his miraculously unstained bath robe off of the floor and put it back on. He was also missing his pants now, but it wasn’t like he could go back up to get them, and even if he could, he wasn’t going to fight the Ink Demon for a pair of fucking pants that were too big for him anyway.

“Get the ax, get back with Henry, get the ax, get back with Henry, get the ax, get back with Henry...”

He repeated to himself under his breath as he repeated his task of descending and turning valves as an attempt to keep himself from jumping at every twist and turn. The imp also kept his eyes peeled for anything that looked suspicious or out of place, fearing the looming threat of the searchers’ traps.

The ax and the room was exactly how Joey had left it, not a single thing changed, which did make him feel relieved.

When he moved forward, he didn’t find any evidence that Sammy was worshiping Bendy at all when in the shrine room, there were plenty of ritualistic circles, plenty of cryptic messages, but they all had the little devil as a thing that was meant to be sacrificed, not as something worth the former musician’s worship.

“Of all the runs for Sammy to not worship Bendy...” He groaned. “It HAD to be the one where I became an imp...”

He wasn’t sure whether he was grateful or even more afraid when he didn’t see Sammy moving the cutout around.

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When Joey got to the music department itself, he heard the sounds of laughter, pool balls clacking, cheers and glasses clinking in the distance. Following the sounds, he found the three searchers lounging around the pool table in the middle of a conversation and a game.

The upbeat atmosphere fizzled out when the three noticed him. The Swollen searcher muttered something about the game just getting good, the Piano key-toothed searcher groaned about Joey spoiling all the fun as usual, and the masked mad maestro smiled at him.

Not in a sarcastic or forced way like how his human self smiled at people, it seemed genuine enough. But it also wasn’t a warm or kind smile, it seemed more ...hungry.

“Hello little Lamb.” The prophet stood up and got into the imp’s face, “Are you interested in playing a game with us?”

‘Oh fuck, he’s still crazy.’ Joey thought to himself. “N-no thanks!” He smiled and waved hoping that he didn’t look as terrified as he felt. “I’ve got a friend of mine to get back to and I really don’t have a lot of time to play.”

The imp dashed out of the break room and slammed the door shut behind him, completely unaware that the merriment had returned to the room.

“Thank god he didn’t go for it.” Johnny sighed. “If The Ink Demon found out about this room because of that little runt...”

“I told you it would work.” The prophet took the mask back off and set it aside on a crate. “...But he’ll probably come back to pester us into trying to help him find Henry, maybe even take up the game offer.”

“Yeah...” Jack poured himself another shot. “Kinda surprised that you didn’t jump at the chance to make his life hell though.”

“Less is more.” The prophet hit the eight ball and watched the rest of them knock against each other. “If you get one big punch left to linger, it hurts like a bitch, if you get hundreds of them, you grow numb to the pain. But I don’t think that Inky understands that.”

“Well, at least he can have fun playing his game of cat and mouse with Joey...”

“Yeah.” Johnny raised his glass. “Cheers to those two being each others’ problems instead of ours!”

“Cheers!”

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #joey drew #Henry Stein #ink demon #sammy lawrence #Jack Fain #johnny batim #ink demonth #fanfic

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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Callisto (Arrival - Bit 2)

Prologue Incident - Bit 1 | Bit 2 Fallout - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 Voyage - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 Arrival - Bit 1 | Bit 2

Well, these posts seem to be getting longer. I’m pondering if I should make them shorter and more often.

As always, many thanks to @tsarinatorment @scribbles97 @janetm74 and @onereyofstarlight for their amazing support and who without putting up with my crazy this fic would likely not exist.

We are finally there and things can start happening. Wow, planning makes for longer fics apparently.

I hope you enjoy it ::hugs you all::

-o-o-o-

As the rest of the family exited the cockpit, Michael watched John deploy the last of the long chain of communication buoys into orbit around Callisto and held his breath.

The space monitor was frowning at his console as they both waited for that final connection to click into place.

A moment and John’s face relaxed.

And Michael with it.

His own board flashed up with a connection confirmed through the chained micro-tunnel drives.

John hit his comms. “Tracy Island, this is Thunderbird Excel. Do you copy?”

They waited.

A heartbeat.

“Thunderbird Excel this is Tracy Island. Great to hear your voice, John.” Even Michael could hear the smile in Kayo’s voice. “I have a lot of green and pretty lights here. Send me the tests and I will bounce them back.”

“Sending now.” John’s fingers darted across his board and Michael watched the system take on the workload and churn data all the way back to Earth. “And I must say, Kayo, it is lovely to hear your voice, too.”

“Looking forward to hearing yours often. Data incoming. Will apprise results.”

“Looking forward to it, Thunderbird Excel out.” John’s fingers flicked again and the comms signal closed.

“Thunderbird Excel?” Michael arched an eyebrow at the astronaut.

John shrugged. “Well, I think she’s earned it now, don’t you?”

“Mmmm.” He looked back down at his board. The thought of having contributed to creating an actual Thunderbird...

He was startled when a shadow passed over his hands. “You’ve done well, Michael. Thank you.”

He looked up at the red-headed Tracy floating beside him. John was an enigma. He was a brother like any Tracy, but unlike the eldest who hated him with a passion that saw no border, John was quiet, even kind. Michael had been working alongside Brains and John and occasionally the youngest, for over a year now, and while he doubted he and John would ever be close friends, there was a mutual respect.

Plus, the distinct feeling that if Michael ever laid a finger on any of John’s brothers ever again, he would not survive the attempt.

It was definitely the quiet ones who should be worried about.

Not to mention Eos.

Michael really wished he could get his hands on that piece of code.

But again, he felt that it would be his last action in this universe.

Not that John had ever threatened him.

He didn’t need to.

“Are you feeling okay?” Turquoise eyes were peering down at him.

“I am well. No need to worry.”

The astronaut smiled. “Good. Monitor the comm network and liaise with Brains regarding the T-Drive’s performance. Let’s see if we can cut down on the jumps on the way back. I’d prefer to go through as little of the nausea as possible.”

“Agreed.”

John arched an eyebrow and his lips curled up. “I’ll be in Thunderbird Five assessing the danger zone and coordinating with Thunderbird Three.”

“FAB.”

The astronaut stared at him for just an extra moment longer before pushing off Michael’s console and throwing himself towards the cockpit exit.

“Thank you, John.”

A flicker of a smile and the last Tracy disappeared through the door, leaving Michael alone.

-o-o-o-

Virgil hated the IR spacesuits. They were far too tight and left nothing to the imagination.

Also, the red baldrics clashed horribly with his green stripe enough to rip his eyeballs out.

But although his standard uniform was satisfactory for short forays into space, it was not enough for a space mission of this magnitude as it did not have the survival and safety mechanisms needed in an emergency. So, here he was dressed like some kind of spandex wearing superhero, his heavy lifting muscles providing a great anatomy lesson to any within eyesight.

“Looking good, Virg.” Gordon’s eyes were laughing.

“Shut up, Fish.” The aquanaut was used appearing all but naked in front of thousands. Hell, Virgil had nothing to be ashamed of, it was just difficult to keep a straight face in a professional capacity.

How the hell John lived in one of these things was a mystery Virgil had no interest in exploring.

The alternative was wearing something like Alan’s spacesuit, but that had its own issues regarding his exosuit and despite the...exposure, this was the best option.

At least he had a little security with the addition of his exosuit support padding and his harness – never leave home without it. That and his baldric covered a little of his modesty.

Didn’t stop his brothers’ comments though.

Alan actually snorted in laughter.

Scott raised an eyebrow, but then their commander was dressed the same and, much like John, was giving the Greek gods a run for their money in the process.

Virgil felt like a dwarf from The Lord of the Rings. What was his name? Gam? Gim? Gimli? Standing next to that bleached elf.

Virgil grunted. “Let’s do this, already.”

Okay, the grin on Scott’s face was both worth it and damned annoying.

Dad had chosen a version similar to Alan’s suit. Due to his health concerns, Virgil had recommended extra support with arm guards and greaves built into his boots. He had glared at Virgil, but Virgil was a Tracy and just as stubborn as his father and if he wanted to go on this mission he could damn well meet him halfway.

Dad wore the protection.

They had Uncle Lee’s ‘space skivvies’ measurements on file and the IR fabricators had churned out an IR uniform echoing their father’s. Considering the astronaut’s skillset, Virgil had coloured his baldric stripe as green as his own and thrown in some of his own kit.

The colour combination still ripped out eyeballs.

Thunderbird Three was nestled into the Excel much like she had been into the XL, but higher up, leaving the massive thrusters behind her and nestling instead of providing the main superstructure of the craft.

To compensate for the loss of One and Two, the Excel now had a third engine on her dorsal plane to offset the two massive pectoral lightspeed engines. Together the three engines provided the huge ion thrust needed to propel them vast distances. And when the T-Drive was required, the third would go dark, the original two engines would flare up and give him his next case of nausea.

Three still connected with Five for extra stability, but she was no longer mandatory for the Excel. Where the XL had basically been an exosuit for Three to break the lightspeed barrier, the Excel was now more Five’s exosuit as she was the one Thunderbird the Excel needed to operate at her best.

Johnny’s ‘bird now had wings.

Very, very big ones.

The cockpit was crowded but quiet as Alan smoothly disengaged Three from the bigger craft, spinning her in space and pointing her towards the moon.

Virgil shifted in his suit, uncomfortable as hell. Not enough to be world ending, but annoying. Beside him, his father glanced in his direction with a concerned frown.

“Are you okay, son?”

That, of course, prompted an equally concerned frown from Scott in front of him.

“I’m fine.” It wasn’t a complete lie, he could live with the suit. His arm was still aching and his stomach had yet to forgive him despite the food he had shoved into it, but he could probably get away with that.

The worst of it was the lack of sleep.

Scott’s eyes were far too knowing.

The medic in him knew that they were going into a potentially dangerous situation. Hell, they were in space right now, not exactly Tracy Island’s pool patio for relaxation. They needed to be alert and ready.

He had tried to sleep. He had sent all of his brothers to nap during the voyage out here. But he doubted any of them managed much.

He certainly hadn’t.

Scott knew because Virgil could see it reflected in those blue eyes of his. He still looked worn, though he tried to hide it, ever the professional.

Dad.

Dad was still looking at him with questioning eyes.

Virgil sighed. “I’m just tired. I can manage.”

Those lips pressed together, obviously displeased.

Typical.

His father was so like Scott in so many ways that having both of them to contend with on this mission was going to send Virgil grey.

It was okay for them to go out on a limb, risk their lives for the greater good, but if someone they cared about did the same, they were all worry and you can’t do that.

As if to emphasize that thought, his father’s frown fixated on Scott. Virgil followed his gaze, but from his angle could only see the back of his brother’s head.

Another glance at his father and the concern was clearly there.

Perhaps something was starting to sink into Dad’s head. Maybe he was realising what he was risking.

Who he was risking.

Three shook a little as she breached the minimal atmosphere of the moon. Alan was muttering orbital calculations. Each large planetary body was different and required a catered approach.

The Base had sent vectors and the conditions that constituted ‘weather’ on the barren moon, but there were many firsts in this mission and this was one of them.

For the benefit of the rest of them, Alan threw up a hologram of their approach.

The massive crater known as Asgard swelled on the screen. It was very bright, even in the weak sunlight. Probably ice. To the north of it lay an even brighter splash of white, rays extending out across the heavily cratered surface for miles.

As they sank, the horizon formed in a sharper curve than Virgil was used to. Sharper than Mars which was the only other planetary body beyond Earth’s Moon Virgil had ever set foot on.

“There it is.” Alan, ever enthusiastic in his element, pointed out a spot quickly growing on the display. “Callisto Base.”

It was a white cross with a massive airlock at its centre. Surrounding the arms of the cross was machinery, storage tanks and energy production facilities. It shone ever so bright, like a blunted star plastered on the side of the moon.

As they drew closer, the Tracy Industries logo could be seen branded across the airlock doors.

The base was a massive endeavour. Almost entirely underground taking advantage of a small crater in the Doh crater wall, it had capped the landform and sealed off the space creating a series of caverns to house the transport ships moving between the Base and the Jefferson or any other destination they chose.

Entirely self-sufficient, TI’s hydrogen technology gave it power, TI’s heavy duty excavation equipment gave them the power to dig the base out of the rock and ice. It had helped to find unexpected caves under the surface. All and all the Base was a robust structure, protecting its fifty-odd inhabitants from the hazards of living on an exposed and radiated moon.

“Callisto Base, Thunderbird Three requesting permission to dock.” Virgil was suddenly irrationally proud of his little brother.

Commander Walters answered immediately. “Permission granted Thunderbird Three. Hold in the airlock for repressurisation and permission to proceed.”

“FAB, Callisto Base.”

“One of these days, Jeff, you are going to tell me what that means.”

Both Alan and their father snorted.

As they approached, the big airlock doors slowly began to open, splitting the TI logo in half. The hologram stayed fixed on their destination, but Three pivoted her nose to the darkness of the sky bringing the ever-hovering presence of Jupiter back into view through Three’s windows. Alan flicked a wrist and the Thunderbird started lowering into what was now a gaping maw below.

Three slipped into the airlock and the doors closed behind them.

-o-o-o-

Alan was a professional, but he had to admit that he was internally bouncing around in joy. The air was still thick with tension, his family caught up in this thing with Dad, but Alan was doing his best to ignore it and focus on his job.

And oh my god, he was landing on his second moon of Jupiter! This had to be a first. He could go down in history as the first person to land on several moons, another planet and multiple random comets and asteroids.

Okay, so Virg and Scott had been with him, even Gordon on Europa – that had been one hell of a mission that still gave him both dreams and nightmares – but he had been the only one to land on all of them.

Alan Tracy, astronaut extraordinaire. He couldn’t help but grin as the airlock repressurised and the Callisto Commander finally gave him permission to land.

He slowed his ‘bird to a perfect touchdown as the secondary airlock doors closed above him.

He killed her engines and let her begin her cool down sequence.

The whole cockpit sighed a little in relief. A pause as if to reset and then everyone was moving.

-o-o-o-

Gray Walters rubbed the back of his neck as Thunderbird Three coasted smoothly from the decontaminating airlock into the main hangar. The pilot of that ‘bird had to be a Tracy. The huge red rocket barely fit nose to tail with only inches to spare between the two massive sets of doors. After all, they had never expected such a large craft needing to dock.

He had Kate to thank for arguing the hangar’s size...with Ju backing her up as usual.

The thought of his wife froze him for a split second. Ju was going to be okay. Jeff was here now. He had always been their good luck charm. Hell, the guy had survived eight years in space alone. Ju could manage a few days.

Couldn’t she?

“She’s docked.” Mary, his second, looked up from her station. “Shall I shunt her into a bay?”

“Leave her in central for now. We’re not going anywhere and they may need to leave in a hurry.”

“That will piss Benji off.”

“Benji can stew. His team still has a week left of their Jefferson rotation.”

“He will cite regs.”

Gray turned away. Let him cite regs. “This is an emergency and takes priority.” He sighed. “Run decon in the central core. Anyone not crucial to this operation is to steer clear of International Rescue. Lock off environmental systems. Keep the two crews contained to keep the risk of contamination as low as possible. We can’t afford an accidental bug in the system.”

“Will do.” She paused before bringing up the topic he knew she would. “What about Jeremiah?”

“What about him?”

“You need to tell them.”

“One thing at a time, Mary.”

“But-“

“First we find Kate and Ju.” He swallowed. They had to find Ju.

They had to.

-o-o-o-

Stepping onto a new world was never as grand as it appeared. Hell, landing on Mars for the first time had been a trip over his own toes’ moment.

Stepping onto Callisto was no different.

It was Scott who grabbed him before he could flip head over heels across the gantry. Changes in gravity always took time to get used to and less than twenty-four hours ago, it had been Earth oppressive.

Callisto gravity was a relief…if a little disorientating.

His eldest’s strong grip wrapped around his arm and held tight. Jeff looked over at Scott and was pinned with such worried bright blue eyes that his heart clenched.

All the tension, the argument, the resistance to his presence on this mission boiled down to the emotion in those eyes.

Love.

And fear.

Scott was terrified.

Jeff did it without thought or care for what anyone would think. He grabbed his son and yanked him into a hug, holding him close. The squawk across comms and the scrape of their helmets against each other did nothing to stop him.

“I’m sorry, son.”

“Uh...”

Scott’s arms wrapped around him, ever so hesitantly.

That hesitation hurt almost as much.

He clung that much tighter.

“Dad?” It was breathless.

He clung a second longer, but… Yes...right.

It was a moment stolen.

Because they were on a mission.

Jeff let Scott go.

His son pulled away slowly, not quite fully releasing him, and again those blue eyes were fixated on him in worry.

So much worry.

“You okay, Dad?”

Jeff straightened with more ease than he had managed in a long time and became aware of all the other eyes on him.

The ever-present echoes of Lucille’s beautiful brown eyes were assessing him. That was a given. But another two pairs of blue and a frowning fishy amber had him targeted as well.

He looked at each of them before turning back to the massive cavern around them. A mix of rock wall, structural support and storage, the docking cavern was lit with strong lighting, the red of Three reflecting on patches of frozen water embedded in the walls.

They were standing on a walkway that had been extended out to Three’s hatch. It was obviously of variable height and length and Jeff couldn’t help but admire the design.

He wondered who was responsible.

He wondered if it was Kate.

Her green eyes smiled at him at the back of his mind.

His lips pressed together as his sons and brother-in-law continued to shoot concerned expressions in his direction.

A breath.

“Let’s do this.” And he led them out and into Callisto Base.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #Alan Tracy #Jeff Tracy #John Tracy #the mechanic #callisto #Gordon Tracy

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silver-wield · 4 years

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Omg. Your body language analysis is so on point it makes me go uwu. If you're still doing it, will you make one for the scene where Cloud catches Tifa while Barret shoots his damnest at the heli? I have my own analysis but very curious what's your take on it.

Heya, I'm guessing you don't mean the scene with the hand catch, but the one after it where they reach Barret's position on the stairs. Although I have many thoughts about Rude too and why he first of all directed Reno's attention to Tifa, but then noped them away when Reno was about to shoot her. He had an interesting microexpression – teeny facial tic – that hinted something different to the OG “he's crushing on her” angle.

A lot of these “action touches” get discounted by you-know-who because in those situations it's impossible not to touch? I don't get the reasoning and I'm not gonna try and figure out just what counts and what doesn't. It's non-optional. Isn't that the only argument that matters?

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven't played (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it's gonna be a long one so prepare to scroll.

Also, this is one person's interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that's cool and we'll agree to disagree.

You're also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I'm grabbing them from Youtube and it's frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone's interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis)

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog)

Tifa character analysis

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis/theory)

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti)

Clotiscrew tunnel analysis

Cloti reunion analysis

The Promise Analysis

Andrea's approval (Cloti ask response)

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

Quick recap. Cloud and Tifa are reunited after that hand catch scene (smug? Me? Nau) and they're heading up to find Barret after seeing Jessie “die”. The mood is not good. This is not romantic, okay? This is war.

Ok, so already we have touchy touching here. You can argue it's high tension/stress moment and Cloud is making sure Tifa's safe, but he doesn't do that with Barret, is all I'm saying.

Cloud's got hold of her entire arm, not just her wrist or hand, he's got hold of her as securely as possible giving they're in motion. He doesn't want to lose her. She's got her arm on him, braced and using his body as a shield, which he is clearly fine with because he positions her partly behind him while he turns to check the threat from the stairs – possible further collapse of the platform they're now on. He's protecting her. Obvs. I shouldn't have to spell this out. It's not romantic, but it's telling of their trust and reliance on each other as partners. This is a clear pair.

Ok, so moving on from Cloti – cause action scene and this isn't a romance game – we get Tifa hearing Barret behind her. She turns and there's her concern for her friend. Obviously, she cares. It's her entire motivation for leaving the safety at the bottom and hauling her ass up those stairs.

Her face here hits me hard in the feels. She's so grim and worried and doesn't want to lose anyone else. She's caught up to Cloud, but then she lost Jessie – right in front of her and she couldn't do a thing about it. Now, she sees Barret facing down a helicopter.

Take that in. It's a dude – ok he's got a machine gun on his arm – fighting military spec weaponry on a fucking helicopter. Of course she's frightened and worried that she's about to see him get shot. Someone else she couldn't save.

Remember, FF7 has themes of loss and failure. The heroes don't always win or if they do there's a cost. How much of that threads into Remake is still to be seen, but since this scene is following canon we can assume it stands for now.

Tifa's character is often motivated by the desire to not lose people. She even says as much to the Shinra middle manager that she doesn't want anyone else to die. She stops Cloud killing the security agents and Johnny. This is a girl who fights because she wants people to live, not die.

Ok, so now we've got her running to reach Barret, leaving the safety of her bolt hole beside Cloud, who immediately turns and is all wtf when he sees her playing chicken with a chopper. Tbf, Barret doesn't sound that pleased about it, either. It's a crazy impulsive move likely driven by the desire to not lose her friend. If they're together they can stop whatever's coming. Tifa is very teamwork oriented if you recall all her actions from chapter 3 and how demoralised she was when she had to agree to disagree with Avalanche.

Cloud for his part doesn't take too long to dive to the rescue again. I think by now he's pretty much fulfilled that childhood promise and this is way more than just helping out a colleague or friend. He's not hesitating for a second to put himself in front of her with nothing but a sword for a shield.

Sorry, I just stopped the vid on this moment and it looks so damn cool I couldn't resist adding it. All it does is reinforce the above statement that Cloud has zero reservations of putting himself between Tifa and certain death. He's her hero without even stopping to think about it. The framing is stunning. Barret in the background, Cloud in the middle distance and Tifa in the foreground. Cloud has lined himself up with Tifa so that she's as protected by his position as he could possibly get. That takes skill. Tifa's half crouched to make herself a smaller target, but Cloud's body language is open, defiant. He's basically saying “come at me”.

Ah and now I'm sure some people will be all “but Cloud left her in the middle of the platform”. Well, yes, it's called diversion. He's the bigger target, the better target. And by making the chopper follow his progress, he's taken its sights away from Tifa's position. It now has less chance of hitting her when it next fires. Remember, Cloud knows tactics. He's not a dumdum. You can see that on his face as he's deciding his next move. The chopper won't wait for him to stop and explain what he needs to do, it's gonna fire. He's gotta move quickly. He also needs to trust that Tifa can get herself out of trouble. So many people's complaints about how she's not a damsel and should take care of herself. Well, this is Cloud trusting her not to be a damsel. He helped her out, and now he's gotta rely on her helping herself too. If he took her by the hand at this moment and dragged her along with him, she probably would've died. Tifa got herself to his position alone, she's clearly capable. He knows how much ass she can kick.

After that we've got the typical checking for danger and guy banter. I'm loving the development of Cloud and Barret's relationship. They went from outright hating each other to friends over the course of this game. It's beautiful and develops even further in their resolution – I love their one, it's so sweet and sad and such a guy bonding moment. Male friendship is important too, especially to Cloud who doesn't have many friends.

Now, despite the banter, Cloud's head turns at this point, back to Tifa. He's made sure the immediate area is safe, checked in with Barret and now it's back to his primary focus.

I love that Barret calls himself the leading man. It reminds me of Balthier in FF12.

And you'll see that Barret is still in the middle of that line while Cloud is stretching his hand out for Tifa. Could be a “I gotta grab my teammate” move, but I mean, really? Are we that delusional? He didn't have to do any of this. He could've relied on Tifa to get herself over there and not put out a hand for her. Barret didn't grab him. You could say that Barret doesn't like Cloud enough for that, but it's a high action moment. They're comrades and being shot at. Any helping hand is appreciated. Maybe Barret thought Cloud was capable enough not to need help. But then wouldn't the same apply to Tifa? Why does she need helping just cause she's a woman? She can kick ass.

And what about Barret? His attention isn't on Tifa at all. His focus is the helicopter, so he's either relying on Tifa to be ok without that level of help or he's expecting Cloud to support her.

Yes, she is literally throwing herself into his arms. That's how much she trusts him to catch her. Again, Cloud is going for a full arm grab – a hand or wrist isn't secure enough in this situation and he wants to keep her safe.

Tifa. Well, she looks scared. Shocker. She just got shot at by a helicopter. Ofc she's scared and leaning on Cloud. She's taking strength and reassurance from him. I mean, she could've just grabbed his arm and pulled herself to safety. There's no need for this depth of touch.

You'll notice this all happens within miliseconds while Barret says that leading man line. This is very quick action, very decisive. No hesitation on anybody's part.

I mean, this is full upper body contact between them. I don't know what else to say about it. There's no need to get this close. He could've pulled her over and then let go. He didn't. They both prolonged contact. This is relief they're ok for the moment. They’re united in how they feel.

Oh look, eye contact. I've pointed out before that Cloud doesn't do eye contact with people very well, but he does with Tifa, no matter the situation. Looking at this I'm like damn get a room. It's an intense look between them and even though there's shit hitting the fan around them you can see they have attention for each other, too. He's pulled her to safety and now he's meeting her gaze to gauge if she's ok. She nods. He nods. Back to the action. They don't have time for a drawn out romantic bit. They've got more serious things to think about, but even during the most high tension action scenes they have this energy about them that speaks to their close bond and affection. He's comfortable with her touch in every situation – if I'm wrong about this then someone point it out to me so I can see plz. He's still got his hand on her after they separate from their action hug and then when he drops his hand he braces it against the pipe beside her. Still close to her, though not actually touching.

After Barret asks if they're ready, Cloud looks around then looks at Tifa again. Did he need to do that? Idk, but he didn't look at Barret before they hauled ass.

Conclusion:

Kinda obvious. Even in high tension situations Cloud has part of his attention on Tifa. He's hyper aware of where she is and whether she needs him at any given time. It's sweet af how much he focuses on being her hero without even really knowing why. This instinctive need to protect her comes from the real!Cloud part of him. The one that made the promise to her. The one that has a crush on her.

Some people can say these kind of moments don't count because Cloud has no choice(?) but to touch her, but actually, he has no reason to touch her the amount he does. There's ways to execute these moments without this much unnecessary touching. He does it this way because of an instinctive need and desire to touch her this much. It's what he wants to do.

#final fantasy 7 remake spoilers #final fantasy 7 remake analysis #cloti #action romance scenes #battle couple #there's really no need for them to be this touchy #unless they wanna be #they act like a couple already

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mimsiical · 3 years

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dcmk secret santa: black org!saguru

hi @sagurus, i was your dcmk secret santa this year! here is the playlist i made for your black org!saguru. (playlist icon included at link.)

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annotated playlist under the cut. i used the names saguru and armagnac for him interchangeably.

1. scared of the dark (feat. XXXTENTACION) -- lil wayne, ty dolla $ign

okay so, this song is obviously from spiderman: into the spiderverse and it is probably my favorite track from that movie. there is something so intensely sorrowful about this song. there’s no choice offered by this song; there’s no room fear. also -- i don’t think armagnac fears death. i think he considers it more or less inevitable, as he doesn’t find there to be much chance of him succeeding.

so: he can’t be afraid. he embraces his choice, and he lives with what it leaves him with. darkness is his only comfort... at least until kaito comes along.

2. five years -- david bowie

i always considered this song something of a grief-stricken love letter to humanity. there’s a couple layers here. first -- the sense of being an onlooker, an outsider looking through the windows at the complex beauty of people. the narrator of the song is literally a space alien; he sees all of this knowing he isn’t truly a part of it.

secondly -- i never thought i’d need so many people -- that’s 100% for armagnac thinking he could suffer alone and then die alone, and instead ending up with his plans ruined because people love him now. the song’s narrator is also tugged at by pained longing for one specific person, and so is armagnac.

3. joke’s on you -- charlotte lawrence

this song is posed as a bad breakup song, and i have a whole thing for conflicts being portrayed through breakup songs because it’s just delightful fun (see: hamilton and the war being shown thru the king singing his heinous perspective as if it was a breakup). so, this is a song for armagnac and the black org.

my heart's gone bad, now it won't beat for you / you had your laugh, now i won't play the fool [...] baby, if i had to choose? the joke’s on you.

4. hurt -- johnny cash

oof, when i think about guilt and the marrow-deep feeling of being a bad person who ruins even the kindest and gentlest of things, this is the song i think about. guilt and regret and grief and a dose of hopelessness for good measure. while kaito knows who armagnac is and what he’s done in your au, it’s always been my impression that armagnac has the sense of being a bad, broken person entrenched in him.

basically -- he’s an essentially good person who has been forced to do awful things, and that takes a long, long time to untangle and recover from. poor broken-hearted boy. he has a lot of damage, and he doesn’t feel great about dragging kaito deeper into his mess, regardless of kaito’s willingness.

5. bury a friend -- billie eilish

what do you want from me? / why don't you run from me? / what are you wondering? / what do you know? / why aren't you scared of me? / why do you care for me?

for saguru and kaito...

my limbs all froze and my eyes won't close [...] when we all fall asleep, where do we go?

...and for armagnac and sherry.

6. mercy -- tv on the radio

this one is all for saguru. basically every line of it, lol. i tried relistening for a specific line and just -- all of them. but especially have mercy, love. kaito has a damaged fragile heart cupped in his hands.

7. tessellate -- ellie goulding

just a good sexy tune for having a dangerous lover.

8. little black submarines -- the black keys

mournful and melancholy but also goes so hard. i have seen this song performed in concert and the energy when the electric guitar comes in was incredible and intense as hell. this one is less for specific lyrics and more for the vibes of the yearning and intensity and grief and ENERGY. an unstoppable force, slowed but not halted. love it.

9. shark -- oh wonder

a song that’s all for sagukai, because they deserve to love and they deserve to be loved.

10. howlin’ for you -- the black keys

i think what i like best about this song is the implicit story about what kind of person the narrator is. not at all domesticated, not at all safe -- for everyone else, because the subject of the song could have them begging for scraps of attention. of course, kaito is affectionate to saguru (eventually), but there’s fun to be had in thinking about how kaito has a hold on saguru that neither of them ever could have anticipated.

11. put your money on me -- arcade fire

this song’s also here more for the vibes than the lyrics. fuck the odds -- i will win or die trying, you know?

12. what the water gave me -- florence + the machine

ah, this one. the big inspiration for it is virginia woolf’s suicide. i like the line about atlas -- oh poor atlas was a beast and a burden / you’ve been holding on a long time -- because oof, he sure has, and -- all this longing, and the ships are left to rust -- oh, he’s so alone that my heart could just crack in two.

and... i’m sure saguru’s had some very, very bad days. he’s starved for love, sure, but he hasn’t known security or safety, either. he’s baby.

13. secrets and lies -- ruelle

this one’s for kaito’s experience of saguru. all the grief and sorrow alongside the love and compassion.

14. queen of peace -- florence + the machine

never going to be able to break the association between this song and a good man who has been forced by love and circumstance to become a cold and ruthless strategist.

oh, what is it worth / when all that’s left is hurt?

15. stay alive --- josé gonzáles

one final song: a dream of comfort, safety, and healing. they’ll get there someday, no matter how impossible it feels. also, i like that it has vaguely mechanical and timepiece descriptions for presumably obvious reasons.

do whatever just to stay alive, of course, for armagnac, but dawn is coming, open your eyes, for the both of them.

#dcmk #hakuba saguru #armagnac au #dcmksecretsanta #fanmix

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tarteausuga · 4 years

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finally...

Chanyeol x reader; fluff, angst, trust issues; mentions of ex! Johnny

Your first real love was the one who hurt you the most. He was the one who opened up the iron gates of your heart and allowed you to be vulnerable in safety. He was the first boy who ever made you feel like you weren't the ugly duckling that all the other boys teased you for being. He held your hand through the darkest days but that was a dangerous power to give someone. To trust someone again seemed like a terrible feat that you didn't want to consider again.

It's been almost 10 years since you gave your heart to someone and they ran away with it, leaving you feeling empty. But you felt that you were recovering and in a much better place now after finding comfort in being alone. You could be happy with yourself and that's something you never thought you had to be but it was what you needed all along.

After strings of short term relationships that never seemed to fulfill you in ways that you wanted. After countless attempts at falling in love and opening yourself up, nothing seemed to feel as right as this moment where you are perfectly content with yourself. Despite this revelation, you still longed to share a life with someone though it was less a need to fill an empty space but a yearning to give your love to another person.

Things were slow with Chanyeol and you made sure of that. He had this fire inside him that you could feel which you both loved and feared. It made him incredibly affectionate with you but for some reason, you didn't want to let him in all at once, not yet.

Flashbacks of that first love you had would arise at times and cause you to push Chanyeol away. You wondered if you were still in love with Johnny despite being at peace with what happened.

Looking back, it was an innocent high school love but it felt more than that to you at the time. The feelings just seemed more complex than a simple young love but you figured that was just because he was the first boy to ever give you the time of day. If you're over him, why does it still hurt so bad to think about him? Why did you scroll over posts your friends make with him in a panic? Why do you get anxious over running into him when you go home to visit your old neighbourhood?

"You're lost in orbit again baby." Chanyeol said as the two of you laid on the floor of your living room. It was surprisingly comfortable and it was better than trying to fit your bodies on your tiny little sofa.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" You reply quietly. Your mind had wandered off again as you tried not to think about when Chanyeol would break up with you like everyone else before him has.

"I was just wondering what you wanted to do for dinner later." He chuckled as he drew circles into your arm with his thumb. "What are you thinking about?"

It's been 3 months with Chanyeol though you knew each other through acquaintances for a few extra months before you started dating. He always seemed to be on the same wavelength as you. Despite always conveying how much he wanted to be with you, he respected your need for space to take things slow. You adored that.

"Same as yesterday?" You said with a crooked smile.

"You're not tired of that?" He laughed.

"No, are you?"

"Not yet." He smiled as he pulled out his phone to make the order. "I'm glad you're weird like me and don't mind eating the same thing everyday."

"You're weird." You give him a peck on the cheek.

He didn't bring you down to Earth, he explored space with you.

---

Hey, I came across the song again and I thought of you. I hope you're doing well.

An audible gasp escaped your lips when you opened that message. It was a cover of one of your favourite songs. One that you would always play in Johnny's car when he gave you control of the stereo. The one the two of you would sing at the top of your lungs during those late night drives that you would both sneak out of the house for on school nights.

"Is everything okay?" Your coworker asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just forgot to do something." You smiled weakly at her. She shrugged and turned back to her computer as you tried to figure out what to respond with.

Do you tell Chanyeol? No, he's at work and he wouldn't really care. But he is the jealous type so he would get really upset. You've told him about Johnny but you always had to emphasize that you're over Johnny. But are you? But you feel like you're starting to really fall in love with Chanyeol.

You can't tell him. It would ruin everything.

---

"Something is bothering you, what's up?" Chanyeol says the moment he has his arms around you.

"What are you talking about?" You laugh nervously. You pull away from his embrace but he catches your wrists and turns you around. He's staring at you so intently like he always did when he was trying to read you. It was like his way of staring straight into your soul and opening you up whether you wanted to or not.

"What's wrong?" He asked again but his tone reminded you so much of Johnny when he asked you the same question. There was that underlying feeling of actually wanting to know what's bothering you. It wasn't trying to fix you or solve everything for you, it was an attempt to get you to share what was going on in your mind.

Tears welled up as everything came colliding into your mind. The guilt you feel for thinking of Johnny in this personal moment. The confusion of not knowing why he had suddenly been the occupant of your mind lately. The secondary guilt of not being able to reciprocate how Chanyeol felt about you. But most importantly, the realization that you were afraid of being vulnerable with someone again. The tears were overwhelming and they started to fall down your face.

Chanyeol pulled you against his chest as sobs found their way out of your lungs. He held you there silently as he rubbed his hands up and down your back, reminding you that he was there for you.

"I'm scared." You finally hiccuped when the crying subsided. Chanyeol had transported you to the sofa after your knees gave out from the painful sobbing, where he had you cradled in his lap.

"What are you scared of?" He said gently.

"I don't want to hurt you." You mumble.

"Why would you hurt me?"

"I hurt everyone around me. It's just what I do. I hurt people then they leave and I'm left all alone." You whine. "But I'm starting to feel things for you and you're so good to me I don't want to hurt you."

"Hey hey," he soothed you. "You're safe." Was all he said but that's all you need to hear. You're vulnerable but you're safe.

***

#exo scenarios #exo scenario #exo fluff #exo angst #chanyeol scenario #chanyeol fluff #chanyeol angst #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

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thatnerdnextdoor24 · 4 years

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You’re completely selfish!!

Happy Mother's Day to all the wonderful women in your life! Let's celebrate it with some angst! Prompt; Arguing.

Ao3

More Kit/Ty

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He found him in the library. He wasn’t surprised by that, it was where he expected him to be. Only, when Kit found him, he didn’t have a book in his hand. He was sitting at a table, looking out the window. He hadn’t noticed Kit coming in, yet.

Kit really didn’t want to do this. He had been dreading it all day. All week, really. Ever since Tessa had told him that they would be going to LA. Going to LA wasn’t the problem, he honestly did miss it sometimes. But then Tessa had said they were going because the Blackthorns and Emma hadn’t met Mina yet, and that now that they were all in LA, it would be a good time. Kit had felt his heart drop.

All the Blackthorns would be there.

When they arrived, everything had been fine. Too fine, if Kit was being honest. Everyone acted like nothing had happened.

Well, probably because, too everyone else, nothing had happened. But he acted like nothing had happened. When something very big had happened. That thing, being the ghostly teenage girl hanging to the back of the reunion. Kit had smiled, giving only a glance to her. While he just said hello and left. It had sent a wave of boiling rage through Kit.

How could he simply just pretend like nothing happened?

Maybe it was Kit’s fault? Kit had been the one to run away. To leave without saying goodbye. He had had to apologize to Dru, for that. The two of them had slipped away from the group, hiding out in the training room. Kit had apologized, explained that he wasn’t good at saying goodbye, (Or talking, in general) but that it wasn’t a good excuse. To his surprise, she had forgiven him.

The two of them had hung out and sparred with each other for an hour or so, before Dru had said, “You should talk to him,” Kit couldn’t help the way his heart had flipped and fallen in his chest, “I really don’t want to,” He muttered. They were laying on the mats, staring at the ceiling. “Look,” Dru said, propping herself up to look down at him, “I know things didn’t work out, you weren’t able to talk to Livvy, that sucks. But you’ve moved on, I don’t think Ty has, maybe you could help him?”

Kit blinks for a second. So she knew. To an extent, at least, about what they had done. Somehow, that pissed off Kit, too. That Ty told her, but only after, when Kit had told him over and over that they should let Dru in. So he could listen to Kit, but only when it worked for him. Not only that, but he told her a twisted version of the truth. THat they had only tried to talk to Livvy, not bring her back.

Huh.

“Maybe I should,” Kit said, suddenly deciding that he was sick and tired of pretending like nothing happened. He spent his entire life ignoring things. His dad’s job. The real reason why his mom was gone. Who he was. What he felt. Living with Johnny, had meant ignoring things. Sidestepping conversations, and pretending like neither of them had feelings. When Kit had first come to the Institute, that was still how he dealt with things. He ignored his feelings, completely. Pretended they didn’t exist and threw himself into a horrible plan with a boy he was catastrophically in love with.

But he lived with Jem and Tessa now, and they taught him better than that. In fact, in recent months, Kit had been thinking a lot about how he had felt while he was trying to resurrect Livvy. The truth was, he had never wanted to resurrect Livvy. He had just wanted a distraction. And when he had said that he didn’t want to resurrect her, he had been ignored.

Well, that was not going to happen this time.

Now, Kit was standing in the doorframe of the library. When he looked at the other boy, for a moment, the anger faded. Completely dissolved as Kit took a deep breath, and drank in the sight that was, Tiberius Blackthorn.

He was taller, now. His hair longer, the dark circles under his eyes a little darker. His shoulders, a little leaner. Ty was still, ruthlessly breathtaking. Despite the anger he had felt a moment ago, Kit saw him, and remembered his smile. He was mad, yes, but he wanted, more than anything, to be friends with Ty again. To talk with him all night or to sit next to each other and do nothing. He just missed him. He missed him more than he was angry with him.

“Hey,” Kit said, Ty didn’t look away from the window. “Hello,” Was all he said. Kit loosed a breath, and came to lean against the edge of the table Ty sat at. “How are you?” He tried. Ty barely shrugged, “I’m fine.” Kit raised an eyebrow but said nothing about it. He licked his lips, if he was going to do this, then he needed to just come out with it. “I want to talk to you,”

Ty stiffened, just slightly. His head slowly turned towards Kit, but he didn’t look up. “About what?”

“About that night. When we tried to bring back Livvy, I-”

“If you’re going to apologize, then I forgive you,”

“-regr-what?” Kit gapped. He couldn’t really believe what he was hearing. Ty looked up at him, his face totally blank. “I said, if you’re going to apologize, for trying to stop the ritual, then I forgive you.” He stood, as if the conversation was over, and started to leave. Kit stepped in front of him, feeling that anger boil up him again. It sent a shiver through his chest, and heated up his neck.

“That was not what I was going to say,” He gave Ty a hard look, one that made him blink and step back from Kit, who dragged his tongue over his teeth. “Trying to stop you was the only thing I did right.” He shook his head, trying to reel in his anger. “Ty, listen, what we did was wrong. There are going to be consequences for it. I was going to say that I regret what happened, but when those consequences come, I’ll help you.” Kit did his best to keep his voice steady.

Ty looked like Kit had just slapped him, “Why would you regret it? I thought you wanted Livvy back?” Kit dragged his hand across his face. “No, you wanted Livvy back,” “But I saw you two kiss!”

“Yeah, it was just a kiss!”

“You’re the one who helped me get all the ingredients!”

“I didn’t think we’d actually find them all!!” Kit was raising his voice. Somewhere, in the back of his head, someone was telling him to calm down. It was probably Jem. Kit was about to try and calm down when Ty stepped closer to him, “Why didn’t you say anything?” His voice had gotten low. Kit clenched his jaw, “I did. I told you to stop. You didn’t listen,” Ty made a noise of irritation, his hands were fluttering by his side. “I didn’t think-” Kit cut him off, unable to hold himself back, “No. You didn’t. You never do, Ty. And I’m sorry I’m the first person to tell you it. But you only hear what you want to hear, you only do what you want to do with no regards for the repercussions, especially for your own safety! You’re completely selfish!!” He was pretty sure he was yelling now, and he didn’t care. Neither did Ty, because he yelled right back. “That is not true! I did everything right! If you hadn’t tried to stop it, then it would have been fine!”

“Don’t you get it?!” Kit seethed through his teeth, “That’s the point! If I hadn’t stopped you, you would have brought her back! And then what!? What would you have done!?” Every drop of anger, of regret and guilt and grieve he had buried, had come pouring out of him. He huffed a humorless laugh, “You don’t know, do you? And you don't care, either. Because you’re Ty. Your whole family loves you so you think you can just get away with anything! That they’ll just excuse you and forgive you for anything you do! That you could never do anything wrong in their eyes!”

They were both panting, and Ty’s face was pinched tight, “That is not true,” He hissed. Kit rolled his eyes ready to say something more, when the door opened. “Is everything alright? We heard you yelling.” Kit didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Julian. He held his breath, waiting for it. “Ty, are you okay?” There it was. Kit merely raised his eyebrows at Ty, who paled. Kit nodded once, to himself, “I was just leaving.” He said, and he did. He left the room with only a glance at Ty, “Nice seeing you,” He wasn’t sure who he was saying it too. But he left all the same.

As soon as he had rounded the corner of the hall, Kit broke into a sprint through the Institute. He avoided everyone, deciding that it was better not to talk to another person while he was still fuming. He finally stopped in an empty corridor, one he didn’t recognise, but it had a great big window that he threw himself against.

Stupid Ty.

With his stupid hair and his stupid dangerous plans.

Did he really have no idea how everyone else treated him? Kit himself hadn’t noticed it until he had arrived at Devon, and started to think about his time at the LA Institute. Nobody cared what Ty did. They gave him a free pass to do whatever he pleased. They never pushed him too far. They were always careful about what he said or did. It pissed Kit off. Why did they act like his autism, was an excuse for everything he did?

And if they had brought Livvy back, would they have acted the same? Would They have gotten mad, or would they have excused him, like they did for everything else? Kit didn’t think that was fair. To Ty. To the rest of the Blackthorns. But, maybe it wasn’t his place. Maybe he should have kept his stupid mouth shut. There was a strange pressure behind his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

He wasn’t startled by the thin voice. Her voice always sounded thin to Kit. It didn’t used too. He had felt her coming, though. He wasn’t sure how, but he knew she had been standing next to him for a while. Kit finally turned to look at Livvy’s ghostly form.

Unlike Ty, she hadn’t changed at all. Somehow, that hurt more. “Because Jem and Tessa are here.” He said. Livvy lifted an eyebrow. “I would have thought you’d come to see my brother,” She drifted a little closer to him. Kit leaned back against the window, feeling the cold glass against his neck and back. “Julain? I don’t think he’s into me,” Livvy snorted, “Funny,” She smiled, even her smiles seemed thin. But Kit grinned back, “You seem better, than the last time I saw you,” He tried not to shudder at the memory. She had really scared him there, just a little. Livvy nodded, and held up the necklace around her neck. The silver heron that Kit had gifted her and Ty a few months ago. “This helps,” She said, and seemed to consider Kit for a moment. “You two fought, didn’t you?”

Kit sighed, “Yeah. We did,” Livvy frowned, dropping her necklace. “I don’t like that,” She sounded very far away. Kit licked his lips, “Me neither.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Maybe I should go for a little while,” He whispered. Livvy was silent, “Maybe,” She said after a pause. “Where will you go?” Kit shrugged, letting his eyes open, “I haven’t been back to my dad’s place,” It surprised him, that it was true. He really hadn’t been back yet. “I think you should go. Before Ty comes,” Livvy was looking down the hall, as if Ty was indeed on his way. So Kit took her advice, and hurried out of the Institute.

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powermaknae · 4 years

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In the Dark Part 2

Incubus! Yuta x Witch! Lily

Yuta leaves a life of wild partying and long nights to be with Lily, a witch with growing power.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Word Count- 2.7K~

~Fantasy!au, sexual themes, some angst, blood play, power complex, choking(not a lot), alcohol

A/N: This one is a little shorter but its fiiiine. There’s a bit more Doyoung, less Johnny, and more Lily than Yuta. And I kind of set it up weird so I had to rethink how I was gonna write it, but here ya go, part 2 is up and running. Part 3 is on its way.

She was shaken awake by a familiar figure dawned in black cotton. His kind face was such a sight for sore eyes.

“Doyoung, what’re you doing here?” Lily was so excited to see him after so long.

“Johnny called me after he brought you home. He said you were with someone.” His expression changed as he watched her nose scrunch at the thought of last night.

“Wait. What happened?” Her head was pounding. She felt dehydrated and starved in the dimly lit room covered in the grey of approaching storm clouds.

“All I know is that Johnny had said you’d gone to see him yesterday and he followed you and another man to a club, where you passed out. He brought you here and called me. Lily, what were you doing?” His words were slow and his voice was filled with concern for his younger sister. She was the only other sibling he had, and he cherished her deeply.

“I- It was kind of hectic. Doyoung, I found something. I went to see Johnny for information, but there was something else.” Her voice trailed off as she looked for comfort in her brother’s big eyes. “The Book of Spells, it called to me…”

Doyoung eyes grew wide at the statement. He was much wiser than her and had studies the history of witchcraft. He knew what it meant to be called upon by this book.

His reaction made her nervous. She only knew the book from the stories.

“Lily, this means something far greater than you or me. Father died trying to protect us from it, but it was too powerful. I don’t know why it would call to you, but it is extremely dangerous.”

They sat in silence for a moment, considering each other’s words.

“Who is he?” Doyoung broke the silence with a soft, barely audible voice.

“I don’t know yet. That’s why we went to see Johnny.” Lily didn’t want to give Yuta away, knowing Johnny couldn’t tell what he was. He was her secret, for now. At least until she had some more answers.

“How about we go get breakfast and catch up? It’s on me.” It had been years since Lily had seen her brother. He was always busy with studies and working to become a healer like their parents so he could take over the family business. She nodded, shifting to get out of the soft bed.

They left in Doyoung’s sweet little Toyota Avalon, and arrived at a nearby coffee shop, only three blocks away from Yuta’s apartment building.

The two of them shared the neutral space, sipping their tea and chatting. Lily suddenly felt a vibration in the back pocket of her jeans, pulling out her phone with swift grace, to check the notification. It was a message from an unknown number reading:

Hey, princess. Meet me at 2pm behind the convenience store on 10th. ~Y

She checked the time at the top of the screen. 1:46. She glanced back up to her brother who was watching as civilians passed the window. “I should probably get going. I have some shopping to do in town.” She stated rather plainly.

Doyoung was concerned for her safety. He had noticed that the energy in her house had been tampered with recently and he felt reluctant to leave her with no protection.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you? I could take some time from work and stay for a few days.” He was genuinely concerned.

“I’m alright. I’ll call you if I find anything knew, ok? You don’t have to worry about me.” He nodded in hesitant approval, standing from the wooden chair.

“Thanks for breakfast.” They shared a large embrace before parting outside the front door. Lily pulled out her phone once more before taking off to the meeting spot.

On my way now. Was all she replied before making her way behind the convenience store. There she found Yuta leaning up against the concrete wall, looking absolutely stunning in a dark printed button up tucked into the front of his white pants.

The sight of him sparked a sudden fury inside her. She hadn’t heard from him since she fell unconscious the night before. She stomped towards his taller figure and gave him a good shove with more force than she intended.

“What the hell happened?! Did you fucking drug me?!” She spat in his face.

“Hey hey, it wasn’t me. I don’t know but when I came back, you were unconscious on the stairs.” His tone was sincere and calm as he threw his hands in the air in surrender.

“Then why did Johnny bring me home??” “I spotted him in the club and he helped me get you home.” Her tense body softened, understanding what had really happened. She wasn’t used to using this much magic, and it had taken its toll on her body.

“So why am I here, then?” She was still defensive with him, but less aggressive as she backed away to a safe distance.

“I did some research of my own.” His words had peaked her attention.

“There is a spell known as the protector, an extraordinarily strong force that protects a living soul from forces of evil. It can only be placed by a being of magic equivalent to that of a god and is found in the ‘Book of Spells’.” Lily’s eyes grew large when he spoke the air quotes around the title.

This explained everything. The spell must have been traded for her father’s life. That is the only fair trade for a spell of that magnitude. He risked his life to protect her.

Lily was no ordinary witch and she certainly wasn't a healer; she had become well aware of that. Something about this didn’t feel right. She never wanted protection, especially if that meant Yuta could never touch her. She wished she’d had the decision to herself, to be free to pick a side or not. Her expression grew dark and solemn as she pondered the idea of her freedom.

Lily’s father was never viewed as a hero. Many who were familiar with the Unspoken War only referred to him as a traitor, giving into the dark magic that had consumed their world. He did sacrifice himself, but he was not a soldier or a great power fighting to protect the world. Lily looked down on his memory thinking that he was just a silly fool for giving in so easily.

She was nothing like him. She didn’t carry his features or personality; she was an oddity to her family. Doyoung was the golden child, but he would fight for her in a heartbeat. She simply didn’t belong in that world.

She was snapped out of her headspace by a swift snap of Yuta’s fingers. “You alright there? I know it’s kind of a lot, but can you make any sense out of it?”

“Yeah, it makes a lot of sense actually.”

“So, what do we do now?” Yuta was completely lost, not following Lily’s thought process.

“I need to go back to the vault. If that book has the spell in it, it can surely tell me how to remove it.” It was a lot to consider. This spell could have easily been keeping her alive for all these years, but she also knew that if she were to turn dark, it would tear her apart.

“Are you sure you want to remove it? I don’t know if I could control myself.” Lily rolled her eyes at his seductive demeaner and walked toward the opening leading back to the street, gaining her bearings, and shifting to the left, heading down the sidewalk at a purposeful pace. Yuta caught up with ease, his long legs allowing a larger stride.

They arrived at the small entrance to find that the room behind the door was dim. Johnny wasn’t there. He was always there, day or night. Odd.

Lily brushed it off, gripping the knob of the door tightly, watching it glow in her grasp. It swung open in a gust of wind.

“Nice going but don’t you still need the key?” Yuta’s voice was smug as it echoed through the empty space.

“Johnny is always here. He hardly ever leaves this place in case people like me need his help in the night. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left the key behind the counter.” And just like that, she grabbed it from under the countertop, where it hung from a miniscule hook.

The glow of light in the staircase wasn’t nearly as bright as it had been the day before. It was more of an eerie ambiance as they descended. The room felt larger to Lily, as if it had been expanded by a few square feet, but still bustling with energy.

She paused after stepping under the archway, closing her eyes and taking in everything she could. She took a single step and was startled as the Book of Spells slammed into her chest, knocking her slightly off balance. Yuta put out his arms to brace her, but his effort was in vain.

Lily spent no time looking for other books today. Everything she needed was concealed behind the cover of this dangerous entity. She just had to figure out how to open it and her power would be free.

She placed her palm over the cover where the lock was glowing bright. It felt like every action she was making was from another being, like the book was taking over her body, telling her how to open it.

She closed her eyes, directing her energy through her palm. A strong wind swept through to open space, flipping loose pages and blowing her hair around her face. Lily’s ears were filled with noise, objects, howling, voices, all calling to her.

To Yuta, the room was still. He watched as Lily’s feet had been picked up off the ground. He remained still, knowing not to disturb the inner powers of Lily’s mind.

The voices grew louder, and her hand grew heavy on the rough surface. In a low soft growl, she could make out, “No~ Turning~ Back~.” And “It~ Can~ Only~ Be~ You~.” The voices were ominous and, frankly, frightening. But she was not compelled to pull her hand away. She held it there and endured.

The voices continued to grow, morphing into a much clearer, high pitched snarl, until finally, they came together in a booming screech, warning “BALANCE IS KEY!” followed by a piecing “DEATH IS CURTAIN!”

She landed like a cat on the floor, on the balls of her feet, still in a state of shock, but holding the book with strength she wasn’t aware of. Yuta jumped as a shockwave rippled from the middle of the floor.

“What was that all about?” Lily was silent, trying her best to collect her thoughts and make sense of what she just experienced. Yuta now filled with questions, was the only voice in the room.

“What just happened? Did you figure out how to unlock it? What do we do now?” he prodded.

Lily opened her eyes slowly, looking immediately down to her hand. A glowing blue mark was left where she had placed it on the lock. It burned in her palm, radiating inflammation. The lock no longer shined against the leather cover. A notch had been released as it swung freely against its home.

A dull ache formed against her skull as the toll of magic set in. “I’ll meet you upstairs. I just need a minute.” She held her head low as her voice came out a little weaker than she’d intended.

Yuta disappeared in a flash leaving her in an empty room. Her inflamed palm was starting to deescalate, turning the flesh a darker shade and leaving a permanent mark. She could feel the book’s power, even as she held it at a distance.

Her mind was almost hazy with all the energy of the room mixed with her own emotions. It made her dizzy, but her judgement was clear. This book was not going to let her leave without it again.

She reached for her bag, unzipping it and placing the book right down the middle, candy wrappers crunching underneath it. Johnny wasn’t there so who would know. Besides, this book had chosen her, clamed her, compelled her to take it.

The store was quiet, still dark as before. She carefully locked the cupboard door and placed the key back in its exact resting place as she looked around for any sign of Yuta. Where had he gone.

PING.

I’m outside when you’re ready.

His unworldly speed was surely an advantage. He sat in his luxury vehicle, waiting promptly for her company. The scent of death was less prominent as Lily sat in the familiar passenger seat. She noticed a new decoration around his rearview mirror- A stick of cinnamon.

“Where are we off to now, princess.” “Can you just drop me off at home?”

His face shifted to a concerned look.

“Are you sure you’re ok? What exactly happened?” His voice was soft and sweat.

“I don’t exactly know yet. I need some time to… figure some things out.” She was avoided contact at all costs now. Something had changed when she held that book, and she was unsure of what it would bring. “Balance is key,” “Death is certain.” What did they mean?

They were silent. Yuta didn’t prod. He was more worried about her than anything. Lily noted that his driving had improved, less weaving around other cars. He almost seemed not quite himself.

She watched the sidewalks full of busy people through her window as they drove. Every once in a while, she would spot a miscellaneous bystander at the cross walk or bus stop and she would get the sense that they were watching her, following her every move.

When they arrived, the colors of the flowers seemed less than impressive. The aura around the house was dull. Not even the windchimes danced. All was simply quiet.

Yuta was the first to break the silence as she pulled the lever to open the car door.

“Hey, Lily.” She turned around in her seat to face him.

“I’m sorry about last night. If it’s any consolation, I had a lot of fun.” The truth was, he had never experienced something so invigorating in his time in the city. “I’ll be out, again, if you ever want to join me." He smirked to himself, but his tone was sincere.

“Thank you,” was all she said before straightening her back as she rose from the vehicle.

Inside, all was quiet, nothing was out of place. It almost seemed unusually ordinary, for a witch’s residence. She took the time to replace some of the suspended spices and water her flowers with mint water before sitting down and pulling out the burden in her bag.

She placed it on the coffee table in front of her, staring at it, willing it to tell her what to do with it.

The lock had repositioned itself into a state of security but was not anywhere nearly as difficult to open. All Lily had to do was wave her hand over the cover and the notch would appear with a CLICK.

Small droplets bounced against the dusty windows all around her as the sky grew darker with every pitter patter. She removed the lock completely, setting it next to the cover. As if a gust of wind had entered through a cracked window, the pages rustle and settled on a spell. The Protector.

The ink was smudged on the page. She barely had time to read it before the letters started moving, forming new words right in front of her.

We’ve done you a favor. Now it’s time to pay it back.

The pages rustled again to a different page among the last few. The Dark Soul.

The feeling that was growing in her stomach felt unnatural. She had only every felt it the night she ran away. It was unnerving.

Only beings of great power may behold. If the book has chosen you, read no further, for you bear the mark of darkness. Use the power you will come to embody with great care.

In red splatters along the bottom wrote, THE WORLD MUST ALWAYS BE IN BALANCE.

Then the cover slammed shut, startling the witch, and relocked itself on the small table.

“Now, I suppose I wait,” She murmured to herself, watching the rain pick up covering her windows in a sheet of water.

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