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signanothername · 7 months

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Exploring character dynamics: Blades

Blades and Heatwave: Very Older Brother, little brother dynamic. They would die for each other and brag about it later. They would also definitely roughhouse if Blades didn’t any know better. Also Blades trying so hard to imitate HW in part 2 of double villainy. He wanted to be a good leader too

Blades and Chase: Autisim vs ADHD if robots. They balance each other out perfectly. Just put them together and I’m already smiling cause I know I’ll have a good time. “What’s sooner than immediately?” “I have no idea”

Blades and Boulder: ADHD vs AuADHD. These two are a menace. They always do the craziest things together. I’m honestly surprised the writers didn’t exploit that more. These idiots kidnapped a lion. I love them. I’m also pretty sure that Boulder learned a lot about first aid from Blades since more often than not he’s the one acting doctor.

Blades and Graham: Their episode together makes me so soft 😭 They’re their both the “weakest” members of their active teams and can sometimes overlook how essential they are “At least they found you… that’s important”

Blades and Kade: Imma be 100% honest, I don’t think Blades could take much of Kade, him considering Mr. Pettypaws a better partner says it all. He wouldn’t get angry, just more and more annoyed and sassy.

Blades and Cody: Watching the show, I noticed that Heatwave and Boulder are closer to Cody, while Blades and Chase dare closer to their partners. Still though, this bot was fresh on earth, dealing with the fact that he would have to fly despite his fears and still said “For Cody”.

Blades and Chief: Dad and son. He was so exited to be paired up with the chief, adorable.

Blades and Dani: HSKEBSKA THESE TWO HOLY SHIT!!! Sassy as all can be. Big sister - little brother, man you can feel the love in this relationship. Dare I say it’s the most develop? Like, it doesn’t grow the same way Heatwave and Kade do, but you can feel this closeness. Blades is extremely protective of Dani and Dani is so encouraging of Blades, even when she considers something his doing as silly she’s there for him 🥹 ARGH, when she left for her space mission and he had to transform and didn’t get to say a proper goodbye, that shot of him as a helicopter just there, when she cried the moment she heard his voice 😭😭. How they’re very verbal about their affection and bring the better out of each other (Dani becomes kinder and Blades is always developing his skills) I love them so much. They’re gonna be great leaders in China and I WISH WE GOT TO SEE THAT.

AAAAA THANK YOU FOR THIS ANON THIS IS BEAUTIFUL 😭❤️❤️❤️🌷✨

Allow me to share my thoughts as well :D

Blades and Heatwave: I agreeeeeee!!!! I feel like Blades looks up to Heatwave and admires his skills, and i wholeheartedly believe he tries his best to make Heatwave proud, something he doesn’t actually need to do, cause Heatwave is already proud of him, HW just never says it outright, but you see it in how protective HW is of Blades and how he’d actually do the things Blades ask him to

Heatwave is protective of all his team, but he’s even extra protective of Blades, their relationship reminds me of the lil bro who gets bullied but keeps it a secert only for the older bro to find out and go beat the shit outta the bullies, getting hurt in the process

You know for a fact HW has been in so many fights just to protect Blades, he probably fought people just for looking Blades the wrong way <3333

Blades definitely imitates HW sometimes, probably without actually realizing it chchhc, that one episode of him trying to act hardcore and slaming his fist on his palm only to go “ow” is so adorable and i wholeheartedly believe he’s trying to act how Heatwave does

The leader role kinda doesn’t fit Blades, cause he doesn’t know how to act when pressured which the leader role is full of, it’s a role with so much responsibility tied to it, not to mention Blades is more of a free spirit, putting him under a restrictive role can inhibit his outta the box thinking and creativity, and that’s why in part i believe he tried to imitate HW, cause HW is an amazing leader and Blades doesn’t exactly know how to lead, so he goes for the next best option, imitating his own great leader <3

That obviously doesn’t mean Blades can’t lead, in fact I wholeheartedly believe he can and would be really great at it, he only needs a bit of time to find his own footing, to find himself in the role and to adapt to it, he’d definitely be a lot more carefree as a leader, a leader who makes his team always feel safe to approach him with any problems they may have and it’s heartwarming to think about :D

I think the fact Blades can adapt to so many things no matter what life throws at him is his greatest strength, so you can imagine my joy when Blades is assigned leader to his own rescue team in China <333

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Blades and Chase: YOU GET ITTTTTT!!!!!!! Their characters balance so well for a variety of reasons cause you have Blades, who’s always anxious and thinks of the worst scenarios that could happen with Chase who’s always calm and thinks logically, which means Chase is the best candidate when it comes to helping Blades deal with his anxiety

Meanwhile you have Blades who understands social situations and innuendos and is very invested in pop culture and you have Chase who literally could never grasp social situations and innuendos for the life of him, and isn’t very good at learning the culture he is in at all, so you have Blades sometimes filling that gap

Their personalities contrast so much and that contrast is what i love the most about their relationship!

Also can I talk about how much I adore how they always take care of each other??? There’s a reason I like to believe these two are Amica Endura!!!! They look out for each other and you can tell they’re really close, they always help each other out and it’s always so damn heartwarming <3333

✨Adhd and Autism solidarity✨

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Blades and Boulder: NO LITERALLY WISH THE SHOW EXPLORED THEIR DYNAMIC MORE!!

They have a lot in common both are artists, one who loves to paint the other loves to make signs and decorations, both love to explore the world, one through learning about the culture and nature, the other through pioneering, and both are very chaotic, these two probably love to go on adventures together sometimes

And as you said, the fact Boulder knows first aid?? He probably got Blades to teach him, i feel like Blades actually tries to let Boulder teach him about engineering too, kinda like listening to each other interests, but the boredom is infinite and his adhd brain can never allow it gugujgvjvj, it probably goes with Boulder talking for hours only for Blades to admit he didn’t get any of it, Boulder completely understands and is happy Blades gives him a chance to ramble regardless <3333

Hope you don’t mind but- *snatches the AuADHD Boulder headcanon* it’s mine now :)

Also can I talk about the fact Blades is good at dancing and Boulder loves dancing but his size doesn’t help? I like to think these two have dancing sessions sometimes!!

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Blades and Graham: AAAH SO REAL!!!! Y’know I love how they have that in common, it makes a great connection point for the two

Blades and Graham aren’t physically strong, but that’s not where their worth or importance lies, Graham’s strength is his brain and his knowledge in engineering, he literally saved the lives of the entire island multiple times due to his input, whether by stopping his family from doing something that could potentially be a disaster or finding the source of what is causing problems to begin with (like finding the source of the earthquakes that were happening because of the speaker in “shake up”

Blades is agile and fast, really light on his feet and while all that’s good this is not what makes him important, what truly counts is his quick thinking and his amazing sense of the situation, he’s creative and that’s important in a rescue team where rescues always take an unexpected turn, his loyalty to the team is boundless and he always does what’s needed of him even when it’s completely outta his expertise, and this might seem strange to say, but his anxiety is actually a good thing, cause he sometimes does bring up really good points, his anxiety make him think of how a scenario can go wrong in so many directions that the team wouldn’t usually think about and asks them out loud, making the team stop and think, and that’s also really important

So when Graham and Blades don’t really realize how their existence is so damn important it hurts my heart, cause their perception of themselves isn’t the best, they think they aren’t as important which isn’t true at all

They both think low of themselves when they fail and it hurts to see cause everyone fails from time to time and that’s ok

I adore these two ughhh 😭❤️🌷✨

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Blades and Kade: TELL ME ABOUT IT CHICCJJV

Like the mere idea of being partners with Kade was completely outta the question for Blades

HW’s and Kade’s personalities clash head on and that’s actually why their dynamic works, an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object, therefore canceling each other

And it’s honestly kinda funny considering how similar HW and Kade are, they obviously differ in some things, but overall their similarities exceed their differences

Yet we see that Blades is very comfortable dealing with HW, but wouldn’t be comfortable dealing with Kade, and i like to believe it’s in part cause Blades can’t handle really intense people like HW and Kade, but can adapt to them if given time, which Blades did have a really long time to adapt to HW but not so much time to adapt to Kade, so dealing with Kade seems like a nightmare, but we see he does consider it when Kade gives a really good idea only for HW to tell him to “think again”

Overall, I think it would’ve been amazing had we gotten an episode in which Blades and Kade worked together, it would’ve probably been a fave hcchchch

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Blades and cody: oooh that’s a nice note, I didn’t really notice that!! Tho i’d say Blades definitely loves Cody and loves to spend time with him, “Virtual disaster” is definitely one of my favorite episodes, and I ADORE Blades’ and Cody’s dynamic in that episode

I feel like Cody and Blades get along so well, and Blades definitely acts like an older bro to Cody

Not to mention Cody seems the best at calming Blades when he’s upset, get his mind off the thing that upset him, like when Dani leaves for her pilot testing and Cody tells him “come on, let’s find enough paint for your sign” and we see how that immediately makes Blades feel a bit better :D

Cody seems to understand that Blades is driven by his emotions and that’s what he focuses on when interacting with Blades, and tbh that’s something I feel like Cody and Blades have in common, they both got really big emotions that require someone to acknowledge, and that’s why Cody always acknowledges Blades’ feelings and vice versa

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Blades and Charlie: I don’t have much to add to what you already said cause that’s literally it hcchchchvjcj

But i’d love to talk about how Charlie seems to entertain Blades’ desires and child like wonder, gives him a chance to explore his world in his own way and helps him live the role <33

Charlie is an amazing dad, both to his biological and Cybertronian kids <333

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Blades and Dani: OH MY FUCKING GOD THEYRE MY FAVORITE PAIR OF PARTNERS!!! And i agree! I think they’re the most developed!

I think Blades’s and Dani’s relationship is the most complex, Dani loves flying, Blades doesn’t, Dani is a risk taker, Blades has saftey as a priority

Their personalities are quite the opposite of each other, but that’s why they work! Blades teaches Dani patience and kindness and Dani teaches Blades to open up more and accept the danger that comes with his work

Their love for each other is literally radiating through space and time zhhxhdh

You can tell Blades becomes really attached to Dani, the episode where Dani goes to space is proof of it, Blades becoming upset at the idea of her leaving is so damn heartbreaking him going “I hate when she leaves” literally tore my heart in two

But what truly gets to me is that by the end of the episode when they have the talk Dani promised? He says “I hope you get it” he’s so supportive of her no matter how much it hurts him or how much he hates the idea of separating

AND I AGREEEE I WISH WE GOT TO SEE THEIR JOURNEY 😭❤️🌷✨

Goddammit I really wanna say more but know when you love something to the point it’s genuinely hard to put into words??? That’s me with Blades’ and Dani’s relationship they’re SO DAMN ADORABLE AND ID DIE FOR THEM

And since words betrayed me here’s one of my favorite scene of them just HSHSHSJHZHSJSJSJSHHSKAKS

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Damn this got way longer than what I meant for it, hope you enjoyed regardless dhhdhd

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #anothers ask #ano saves asks #rescue bots

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having-conniptions · 10 months

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KinnPorsche ep 13 Rewatch Rambles:

The op always gets me so pumped

OH HOLD ON OH FUCK I NEED TO PAUSE 1 SECOND INTO THE EPISODE BECAUSE I KNOW VEGAS IS ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING THAT MADE ME HAVE TO PAUSE 5 SECONDS INTO THE EPISODE THE FIRST TIME AROUND BC I NEEDED TO COLLECT MYSELF

I AM NOT READY

SO I'LL JUST BE STARING AT VEGAS AND PETE HOLDING HANDS AND LOOKING SOFT AND PRETTY

Also I wanna know when and how Vegas put the one handcuff back on Pete's wrist I NEED TO KNOW

"Do you know how sexy you are?" WELL VEGAS DO YOU KNOW? BECAUSE AAAAAAAAAA *yeets myself into the sun*

And Vegas' thumb gently stroking Pete's palm?? why is the most unhinged couple also the most sensual and soft one I am going to flip

Vegas honey you're still a freak

The way he looks at Pete, the way he smiles at him... 😭❤️

Omg the "lunch with dad" scene aaaahhh the awkwardness

Also the lack of communication between Kinn and Porsche YET AGAIN

VEGAS COOKING FOR PETE AND HAVING HIS INGREDIENTS PREPPED AND READY TO GO LIKE THE WIFEY THAT HE IS

AND HE LOOKS SO HAPPY WHILE DOING IT 😭❤️ and the food looks sooooo good

Sorry I'll be very annoying about VP in this ep

Homophobic Dad™️ interrupts yet again and Vegas goes straight back to hurt little boy mode (but with a touch of sass this time)

Kinn trying to communicate but being unable to do so without flirting is so on-brand

Side note: Porsche bounces his leg when he's stressed

TALK TO EACH OTHER

Nooooo I can't go through the VP drama again

When Vegas sits down next to Pete and they look at each other you can tell something has changed for both of them. Something has shifted. Holy fuck this hurts

Vegas trying soooo hard not to lose it in front of Pete even though it wouldn't be the first time, the shift in their dynamic and Vegas' fear of vulnerability making him overcompensate with anger and violence, Pete switching from "hopeful" to "just fucking kill me" because all he really wants is to get out of there, with or without Vegas, dead or alive, he's confused, he's overwhelmed, he's hurt, he's ashamed, WILL THIS COUPLE EVER STOP MAKING ME INSANE? NO

Again Tankhun is the only one with at least one braincell

VEGAS' FACE WHEN PETE SAYS "NOT EVEN MY HUMANITY" HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S ABOUT TO PASS OUT HE REALIZED WHAT HE'S DONE AND AS SOON AS PETE STARTS WITH THE SELF-HATE VEGAS IS SCARED OUT OF HIS MIND HE IS SO SCARED TO HURT HIM EVEN MORE SO SCARED TO LOSE HIM

The harder you hold on to something the more it slips away huh

The way Pete gingerly touches Vegas' face one last time before apologizing and knocking him out I AM GOING INSANE

Khun's funeral outfit kinda slays

If I fully believed Pete was dead I'd cry like that too

Porsche hiding behind Kinn's back by climbing him like a tree will never not be funny

This show switches between angst and comedy so effortlessly istg

Speaking of which, back to angst.

"Tell me who did it, I'll handle it right away" oooooh but Pete doesn't want that does he

"Please believe me. I'm asking you" 😭😭😭 basically please stop asking bc I don't know how much longer I can hold it together if I have to keep lying to you

Kim come on wtf did you expect

THE POLAROIDS 😭 they were together for longer than the show made it look like huh?

Kim fucked up but still it hurts to see him cry

And then it cuts to Vegas sitting alone in front of TWO (2) plates with rice and several bowls of toppings

AND THE WHOLE TIME THE BREAKUP SONG IS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND

And Vegas is crying into his rice and Pete is crying into his noodles and I am suddenly obsessed with Pete's hands

PORSCHE! TALK TO KINN YOU IDIOT

Pete looks so good wearing jewelry aaaaa and that shirt (I want it) he's so pretty wtf

"And this is for Pete." Porsche is literally bestie goals I fucking love him

"I was blinded by the adults" newsflash Vegas you're an adult too

"SHOOT ME!" whyyyy does VegasPete have to hurt so fucking much

Pete ugly sobbing into Vegas' shoulder was so fucking raw

Porsche knows Kinn's schedule by heart awww

Kinn "meeting" Porsche's parents and immediately shit-talking Porsche hahahahahah

SAPPY KINN AND FLUSTERED PORSCHE 😭❤️

Oh I almost forgot about the balcony pool scene

I can NOT see this scene the same way ever since I noticed the huge "Deutsche Bank" sign in the background it's too distracting 😂

The way Porsche softly caresses Kinn's face while he sleeps and then gets interrupted by a text from Vegas 😭

Kim is worried 👀

Scumbag uncle is still a scumbag but at least he was telling the truth

Wish we could have explored the Vegas & Porsche vs Kinn & Pete dynamic more tbh u know just for the angst

Someone gotta tune that piano

Not Korn having Porsche believe he's Kinn's cousin for a hot second

#ooof its a long one #and mainly vegaspete #sorry not sorry #kinnporsche ep 13 #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche rewatch

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amysteriousmessenger · 3 years

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Hey im kinda late, but... Do you mind writing snowball fight with reader + rfa + V and saeran? If that's too much to ask, then its okay love! Oh, its kinda late but merry holiday, or christmas if you celebrate it! May your holidays be blessed and filled with only happiness and love 😽😽. Here, take all your loves you deserve!

AAAAA this is so kind of you, thank so much and a happy holidays to you too!! <3 You’re always so lovely to me! I’m sorry that I’m posting this on Boxing Day, but I hope it’s still okay for you!

RFA and Reader Snowball Fight Headcanons

Yoosung Kim Snowball Fight Headcanons

You would have been visiting Yoosung at his university over Christmas, it has already started to heavily snow whilst you were on your way so by the time you actually got there, the snow had fallen to several inches.

Yoosung was so excited about the snow, it reminds him of when he was young and would make snowmen in the garden with his Rika and his sister. He’d look a little crestfallen thinking about it, and you offered to build a snowman outside on campus with him.

The two of you built the snowman together, dressing it in a scarf and sending silly pictures of the three of you to the RFA chat. It was then, as Yoosung was trying to take his own selfie with it, that you launched a snowball right into the back of his head and he caught it on camera.

He feels so betrayed, pouting as he looked at you with big puppy eyes.

He won’t retaliate until you laugh and begin scrambling to craft another snowball, at which point Yoosung with try to hide behind the snowman as a shield. He has to fight back, his time on LOLOL has trained him for this.

He throws a few snowballs out from behind the snowman, and then gets hit with one in the face when he peeks around to see if any made contact with you.

He’s laughing and having fun as you throw the snow, and it continues for a few minutes until you’ve tired yourselves out and return to his dorm for a hot shower and warm hot chocolate.

Zen/Hyun Ryu Snowball Fight Headcanons

The two of you would be on a winter date in the park. Zen was marvelling at how the pure white snow compliments his air, and makes the red of his eyes stand out against the crisp background and how th- Bam. You hit him on the side of the head with a snowball, instantly silencing his handsome spiel.

‘Jagiya! How could you do that to m-’ Bam, another one hitting him in the shoulder. He watched as you giggled, scrambling to gather enough snow for another attack and his heart just melted, he can’t stay mad at you. But, he also can’t lose: his ego would not allow it.

He grabs a fistful of snow and starts chasing you through the thick snow, his trousers are getting a little wet but he doesn’t mind, you’re having fun. You turn back mid-run to throw another snowball at him, but miss. Zen takes this opportunity to throw his own snowball at you, hitting you on the ass and earning a smirk from him.

You try to throw more, but Zen runs for fun, there’s no way that you could overtake him. You manage to get a few more snowballs thrown in his general direction but the majority of them miss and you somehow strumble and fall backwards into the snow as he got close.

Zen tried to stop himself falling, he really did, but the snow was heavy on his feet and he ended up falling on top of you, caging your body with his own.

After the initial moment of distress, he couldn’t help but think how beautiful you looked with the snowflakes falling into your hair and on your eyelashes. He leaned in and planted a kiss onto the corner of your mouth, his lips slightly cold from the weather.

The two of you smiled, and then you scooped up a handful of loose snow and threw the dusting into his face.

Jaehee Kang Snowball Fight Headcanons

You were hard-pushed to get Jaehee to go out in the cold weather, she was too busy and didn’t particularly fancy getting her clothes wet. After enough pleading, she finally relented and agreed to make a snowman with you as long as it didn’t take too long.

The two of you made a small snowman together, and gave it a small ponytail. You sent a picture of it to the RFA chat with the simple caption ‘Snowzen’.

She would be getting ready to go back inside to make coffee when you hit her in the back of her shoulder with a snowball.

After a brief moment of disbelief followed by a sigh, Jaehee would wait until you weren’t looking to quickly grab some snow and throw it at you. Obviously, she missed.

But that still instigated a war. You grinned.

You both started gathering snow and throwing it at one another: yours in attack, Jaehee’s in defense. It wasn’t often that she got to loosen up, so you were happy to see her laughing on this rare occasion.

Snowzen got beheaded in the fight.

Saeyoung Choi in a snowball fight Headcanons

Firstly, it’s not a snowball fight, it’s war.

Seven would have been working into the early hours of the morning when he realised it was snowing and had an absolutely awful idea for a prank.

He went out into his garden, calmly grabbed a fistful of snow, took his time on his way back inside to smooth it into a perfectly spherical ball, prayed, and then launched it into your sleeping face from across the room and fucking bolted.

He knew he was a deadman. You sent in a text demanding that he meet you outside in twenty minutes to settle the score like men.

Once the smug bastard comes out, you immediately throw a snowball into his face but he ducked, so your snowball missed the target. You forgot he had physical training from the agency and realised this was going to be a lot more difficult than you originally thought.

You weren’t even sure how he manages to make so many snowballs in such a small amount of time but in the time it takes it you to craft three, he’s got twice as many done and he’s beginning to propel them at you.

There were about twenty minutes of all-out warfare, with Seven doing dramatic leaps behind bushes and rolls to escape your attacks, all whilst managing to hit you with practically every snowball he threw.

You were so happy to see him having such fun, knowing that he never got to do this as a child.

It was safe to say he won the snowball fight, and had to give you pouty kisses afterwards to make up for his prank.

Jumin Han Snowball Fight Headcanons

Jumin had never been in a snowball fight before and isn’t entirely sure what he’s supposed to be doing, so he sends you a wary look when you threw a snowball at him, hitting him in the chest. He had come outside onto the rooftop terrace to admire the scenic snow on the city with you, and you assault him? He is offended.

‘____, what are you doing? You’re going to get my suit wet an-’ You threw another one into his leg followed up with the sweetest, most innocent look you could muster. He sighed. He resigned himself to humouring you, since it would clearly make you happy and he was always one to indulge you.

You explained to him what he was supposed to do and he asked for a practice shot, which you were unwilling to give him.

Jumin’s aim was absolutely terrible and he mentions making a note to practice such things as this imperfection should be ironed out and- you threw another one at him. He smirked and gave you a look, before attempting to throw more of the snowballs he had delicately crafted at you and even managed to hit a few on your thighs and stomach.

Despite not particularly caring for such activities himself, he enjoyed seeing this playful side of you, even if it was a bit cheeky.

Jihyun Kim/V Snowball Fight Headcanons

The two of you would be out early in the morning so V could take pictures of the sunrise hitting the untouched snow, reflecting the beautiful colours of the scenery.

V also decided that he wanted some pictures of you in the same setting, with your long flowing dressing gown settled softly atop the snow. Of course, you indulged him.

After a few minutes of him taking your picture, you noticed he had smiled and was satisfied with his images for today. He turned to put his camera down on the table and take a sip of his coffee when something cold and wet exploded on the back of his head. It was a snowball.

It’s a little difficult for him to imagine himself in a snowball fight since he can’t see brilliantly and he feels like his aim will be off, but he’s more than willing to try since you wanted to play.

You run over to help him down the steps and into the large garden before you retreated back to your original position. You kept it fair though and stayed in his field of vision.

V wasn’t usually one to let off steam in such a way, so he seemed a little tense at first and didn’t throw the snowballs too hard in fear of accidentally hurting you. He missed more than he landed, so you were definitely winning the snowball fight.

He didn’t mind though, he was far more invested in the sight he saw before him: the adorning smile on your face, the red flush of your cheeks from the cold, snowflakes clinging to your hair and your dressing gown flowing against the breeze behind you as you ran. He could never capture such beauty if he tried.

Saeran Choi Snowball Fight Headcanons

Saeran doesn’t really enjoy the cold weather, it chills him straight to the bones so he either needs to wrap up in a bundle of layers otherwise he can’t stay out in it for very long.

However, the boy must go and buy his ice-cream from the convenience store since his ‘idiot brother’ ate the last of it without ordering more. You offered to go for him, since you were worried about him slipping and hurting himself, but he didn’t know which flavour he wanted, so you decided to accompany him instead.

The both of you were almost back at Seven’s when you got the idea to start a snowball fight, so you suddenly grabbed some snow and threw it at Saeran, hitting him in the shoulder.

He turned around and was both confused and annoyed, demanding to know why you hit him. You were also confused at his annoyance, but it quickly dawned on you that he didn’t know what a snowball fight was. He’d never had the chance to do it. He was never allowed out when he was a child and even if he had, he would have been too sickly to go out playing in the snow anyway.

You explained it to him and his expression softened when he realised it was a playful activity, and that he should try making up for the lost time. Saeran awkwardly knelt down, collected some snow and stiffly threw it back at you in the hip. He seemed nervous to make sure he was doing it correctly and looked at you for affirmation. You smiled and laughed, encouraging him to do it again as you collected more snow.

It was a very small, soft start for him.

Bonus: When the two of you got back to Seven’s house, his brother came to the door to plead Saeran’s forgiveness and asked if you got him any snacks from the shop, and was immediately met with a snowball to the face from Saeran.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger reader insert #mystic messenger fanfic #mystic messenger hcs #mystic messenger hc #mymes #mysmes #yoosung kim #zen mystic messenger #jumin han #hyun ryu #jihyun kim #jaehee kang #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #saeran choi #mystic messenger headcanon

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bokutok · 3 years

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[Loser has to cosplay] Competition with Pio House! Betting our pride on this cooking battle! [MxH Channel]

I don’t think I’ve ever posted translations on here but here we go I guess. This is a translation of part of the Otomate 2021 April’s Fools event where characters from several games function as streamers/content creators for a video streaming site and basically fun AU just things. This one is basically a made-up collaboration between characters from the games Piofiore and Lover Pretend. (if you find any mistakes in the translation or typos please feel free to message me and point them out so i can correct them!)

Harumi: "H-Hello. I'm the one responsible for Cosplay tutorials at the Manken x Henshin Channel. In this video I'm working alongside my colleague Kazuma, who's responsible for Hair and Makeup tutorials in our channel. Usually we do cosplay & hair and makeup styling tutorials aimed towards beginners together on our channel."

Kazuma: "Hey-ho! I'm Kazuma! Ah as always Haru-san forgot to introduce himself while doing the introduction. Today we have some super amazing guests who are gracing us with their presence!!"

Harumi: "Yes, today we are working together with Pio House's Gilbert and Yang.. if you would like to..."

Gil: "Oi, Yang, Introduce yourself."

Yang: *huffs*

Gil: "Geez. Yo, everyone watching MxH Channel. My name is Gilbert. The one huffing and puffing over there is Yang. Let's have fun together today."

Harumi: "L-L-L-Let's work hard together. Usually Pio House does Mukbang videos and eh? Disputes..?...As-Assasination........?"

Kazuma: "Yep! They usually do Food-related videos so today we are doing this~!"

Title Card: Cooking Competition

Kazuma: "Super easy to understand right? Buuuut, a normal cooking competition would be super boring so we are letting these boxes decide what we are making today!"

Three boxes "Theme", "Dish", "Cooking Person"

Kazuma: "They are gonna decide the Theme and... uh..."

Harumi: "Theme, Dish and Cook."

Kazuma: "Yes! That! In there are cards with said words on them. So we pull one card out of each box to decide who's gonna make what."

Gil: "I see, this competition is quite luck based, isn't it?"

Harumi: "Yes. At the end everyone here is going to have a taste test and we will vote on which dish is going to win. And... whoever loses is going to have to face a punishment game!"

Yang: ".....Punishment Game?"

Harumi: *shreeks*

Kazuma: "You're just gonna have to watch to find out! A Hint: It's related to what we do on this channel. You know, that thing~"

Harumi: "It's already kind of been shown but whatever"

Yukito: "Well then! Kaaay~ everyone pay attention now~ I'll be directing stuff from here on out~"

Kazuma: "Ha! Aren't you that certain ikemen model that appears on here quite frequently? Is it okay for you to show your face just like that?"

Yukito: "Oh, well, today is a special video so it's fine right?"

Harumi: "Ehh?? Is it okay to be that sloppy about it?"

Yukito: "I asked my manager so it's fiiiiine~ Well let's check the boxes and see who's gonna do what!"

Harumi: "Geez, ultimately you're still doing this really half-minded."

~Wait a moment please~

Yukito: "Done! The result of the card draw is this~!"

Harumi: "Eh? M-Me?"

Kazuma: "Do your best, Haru-san! If you try hard you can do it!"

Yang: "Who came up with these topics...?"

Gil: "Oi, calm down, Yang! This is alright, isn't it? Even if you can't make a fancy hot pot it will serve as good content for the video!"

Yang: "...Alright, I'll show you how to do it."

~Cooking Time~

Gil: "Woah."

Kazuma: "Aaaaa Haru-san, you have to season it, too!"

Gil: "Who's going to eat that?"

Kazuma: "Ah! Ah!"

~Cooking done~

Yukito: "First, let's start with MxH Channel's dish!"

Harumi: "Y-Yes! I tried to do my best!"

Kazuma: "T-This is! Yes this really looks like you did your best! Barely can't believe you tried this for the first time!"

Yukito: "Well, this certainly has a super cute feel to it, but how did the cooking aspect turn out? First of all, is it even deep fried...?"

Harumi: "You don't have to point it out like that..."

Yukito: "Oh well, let's look at what Pioz House came up with!"

Yang: "I made Mala Hot Pot."

Gil: "It's super red ???"

Yang: "Are you happy, Redford? Red is a colour that makes your neighbourhood shine, isn't it?"

Gil: "But it isn't a colour you should find in cooking... Also, is this really something humans can eat?? My eyes already hurt from standing next to it."

Yukito: "And where did the fancy aspect go??"

Yang: "It's Hot Pot so it's fancy right? If you put something in a pot it's immediately fancy."

Gil: "What kind of master of ridiculous logic are you?? You idiot.."

Kazuma: "Eh? I don't get it? How is it fancy?"

Yukito: "Nono there is definitely no master to be found here."

Harumi: "Well it's okay isn't it! Compared to what I made."

Yukito: "Now that you say it, we still have to do the taste test! Well, both look like they aren't safe to eat... and I have a photoshoot tomorrow so an upset stomach wouldn't work for me, please excuse me."

Kazuma: "I have work tomorrow morning.. if i even touch on the topic of taking off work I swear my senpai is going to kill me."

Yukito: "Looking at the food it looks like it's gonna be a draw anyway because both look absolutely indigestible! So be good boys and both do the punishment game~!"

Yang: "Huh...? Don't you think it's cowardly to suddenly change the rules at the end?"

Gil: "Well you both completely missed the topic and failed so it's a fair loss.."

Yukito: "Anyway the punishment game is gonna be doing cosplay and doing a photoshoot for the thumbnail of this video!"

Kazuma: "The cosplay is gonna be decided by card draw again! Pick whatever card speaks to you!"

Harumi: "Haa, I guess I was kind of already expecting it while cooking..."

Yang: "How idiotic. Not like I have to draw a card."

Gil: "Well, then I'm gonna draw for you! The 2nd one from the right!"

Yang: "....Ha?"

Kazuma: "Thanks Mr. Gilbert! Ehh 2nd card from the left iiis..."

~Please wait a moment~

Yukito: huffing and puffing "We finally somehow managed to get both of them changed..."

Kazuma: "I did the makeup of course. I thought i was gonna be killed for sure while doing it, but I was brave and went through with it completely anyway!"

Gil: "Oh? I'm looking forward to the result."

Yukito: "Now, now, you two, come out!"

Yang: "................................................."

Harumi: "Mr. Yang... please... maybe you can smile a bit?"

Yang: "Huh?"

Gil: "Woaaah, almost looks like you came out of a dreamworld."

Yukito: "Looks good you two! Mr. Yang, could you lean a bit more to the side? Oh and Haru can you twist your arm a little more? Yes, like that!"

Kazuma: "This turned out to be a masterpiece! This is gonna be the raddest thumbnail!"

Yang: "I've had enough."

Harumi: "Eh? You're leaving already?? We still have to take individual pictures, too-"

Gil: "I'm moved, Yang! You endured this really well for once."

Yang: "..............................."

Gil: "Well then, thanks for having us. It was fun! We're gonna leave before Yang explodes, sorry for making you clean up!"

Kazuma: "Eh? Did they really just leave just like that?"

Harumi: "Ah... but it suited him really well... and i even crossdressed this prettily..."

Yukito: "Oh well, don't cry, Harumi-chan. You're gonna ruin your cute face."

Kazuma: "Yukito, are you really gonna flirt with anyone who looks like a girl?"

Yukito: "Huh? But Harumi-chan is always cute."

Harumi: "As if hearing you say that would make me happy!"

Kazuma: "Well seeing that those two already left, let's say our closing words for this one!"

Harumi: "*whining noises* If you think this video was funny please leave a like!"

Kazuma: "And don't forget to subscribe to our channels!"

#piofiore #lover pretend #otomate #yang #gilbert redford #harumi makino #yukito sena #kazuma kamikubo #chrisis translates stuff

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“Don’t forget me” (Part. 2)

Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader fic

Summary: you’re one of the few female clowns who working in Ha-ha’s, you felted attracted by Arthur, but you never had the courage to confess your feelings to him. The things get complicated when he gets fired of the job and you knew nothing about him until the death of his mother. Being convinced by Randall and Gary, you three going to visit Arthur.

Warnings: Description of violence, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and a little bit of sexual themes cause why not ehehehe but not smut (Not yet)

Words: 6.2k

Part one here <3

A/N: There is, there is! The second part of this story, in the end I think it was good idea of Tumblr part to divide this story into 3 parts, although originally the third part was not going to exist and this part was going to be the last. But my heart said “NO, DON’T DO IT” And weeeeeeell, I just followed what my heart says. But I have a little fight with tumblr right now, first, they don’t leave me post this fic with a beauty gif I make it of Artie :( and second, Tumblr said the file it’s heavy. AAAAA a big frustation, I hope this upload well :C. I’m sorry if I make some grammatical, spelling or writing mistakes, English is not my native language. Enjoy this second part! :3 I hope you like it!

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The days after Arthur was fired from Ha-ha's they were so long for you. You didn't know what he was doing, if he'd be okay, he'd be looking for a job, he’d enough money for him and his mother for eat. You knew absolutely nothing about Arthur.

You wanted to call him back, and you did it a couple of times, hoping he'd be calmer about his recent situation.

Nothing.

You waited for seconds and you'd get to the answering machine. You left one or two messages. Then you scolded yourself, maybe he just wanted space, and maybe you were being too invasive. You didn't mean to disturb him. You decided to respect his decision that he'll call you.

Even if it looked like that call was never going to come.

Many nights you slept late, you questioned if you'd done anything wrong in the past with him. You searched through your memories shared with him, even in the happiest memories of the two of you together. Your eyes were getting tired of crying so much, you would sometimes wake up with your eyes swollen and with dark circles too, so much that you were looking for some home remedy and non-clown make-up to hide the traces of your sorrow. You had to sleep well, but you just couldn't.

You couldn't with the fact that Arthur had taken you out of his life without explanation.

You couldn't even with the fact that maybe Arthur had already forgotten you.

Night Mime missed Carnival too. When you dress up, you wore the makeup that Arthur had created especially for you. Of course, rarely did the people of Gotham call work for events, different protests where everyone wore clown masks started in the city, and those protests overshadowed the clown agency.

Sometimes the police would come to work to ask a couple of questions, and every time they asked, Randall looked more and more nervous. Maybe he was the killer clown everyone was talking about, and if he was, you hope he was imprisoned soon.

One day, you got to work, there was a few of staff, and you didn't really care.

Just him was in your mind.

When you took your card for the time clock, you observed Arthur's was still there. It was like he was a ghost, stalking you and your feelings. What could you do now with all those feelings?

“Hello Y/N” You crouched your gaze to meet Gary's, smiled at him.

"Hi Gary, how about today?"

“Well, try to surviving, as you know, it’s a hard time for clowns”

Gary climbed the small staircase installed especially for him. He took his letter and also, he realized the same thing as you.

"Speaking of difficult times for clowns, how is Arthur? He did get a new gig?”

You didn't know what to answer, but your disappointing face must have led you away. Gary feared he had asked something he shouldn't have asked “Oh Y/N, Arthur is fine?

“Well, I don’t know how to say this…” You said it in a very low voice, as if you were going to tell him a little secret. “I don’t know nothing of Arthur…”

“What?”

You bit your lower lip, trying to stand the urge to cry, and even smiled at Gary, trying to look like you were okay.

Of course, you talked about it, but after work. The two were sitting on a park bench outside a Park in Gotham.

"…He said he was going to call me back, but he sounded very irritated, he seemed to sound annoyed with me. I know he said he would, but it had happened a few days, I just wanted to know if he was okay. I called him a few times, but always answered the answering machine. I left him some messages, but I never got one back... I haven't heard from him for more than... three weeks, or four?... I don't know anything..."

You had a little while talking, but you had said a lot to Gary, as he was a good counselor. It was good to have someone to share your concerns, Gary was a good friend of yours after all.

"Y/N, calm down. As you mentioned to me, Arthur went through many things: An unjustified dismissal, an accuse of something that was surely not to blame. Hoyt mentioned that Arthur said the gun was a prop, maybe he was right, but you know Hoyt had a long time wanting to get Arthur out of Ha-ha's, he had the perfect pretext to do it."

"That’s unfair for Arthur"

“It is, but I told you, calm Y/N, maybe Arthur had never drive with a lot of stress, maybe he needed to drop all that against something or someone and unfortunately that someone was you. Maybe he hasn't called you or answered the messages because he's embarrassed to treat you badly.”

Gary's words sounded so logical, full of sense. He could be right; it could be that what he said was true. But if only he'd been in your shoes, if he'd listened that tone of Arthur's voice and the way he addressed you. Your eyes became wet just remembering it. You were just moving your head along with your hair, in a try to strike your feelings and make them faint for a while.

"I'm afraid he forgot me..."

"No Y/N, don’t be so dramatical, just don't worry Y/N" Gary addressed you kindly again "If I hear anything about Arthur, I'll tell you. But I'm sure if I hear anything about him, it'll be by your side, because he'll talk to you again, trust me”

Gary's words gave you a little encouragement, maybe he was right, you expected Gary's words to come true.

"Thank you, Gary, thank you so much for listening to me"

Rarely did you talk to someone about your concerns, that someone usually occupied you by your best friend. However, you didn't tell Gary all your concerns, you didn't tell him how you really felt about Arthur, because you didn't know what to do with those feelings, which seemed to get heavier with each day.

You didn't know if one day that’d become so heavy you couldn't carry again.

…

Sadly, Gary found something about Arthur, not from you. And it wasn't a good thing.

You got to Ha-ha's again, you took your card for the time clock again, you noticed that Hoyt had already disposed of Arthur's card.

I should have taken it when I had the chance.

You thought, your lips curved to the opposite of a smile, feeling sick of sadness.

"Hey Y/N" You heard Gary's voice, and you mind remembered you that conversation in the park "Could you come for a second please?" You looked at him, he was at the table, along with Randall.

Fucking idiot, if it wasn't for him, Arthur would still be working. You approached both of them kindly and sat down in one of the chairs.

You saw they both had a serious face, even Randall had it too.

“It’s everything okay Gary?”

“We heard something sad Y/N, it’s about Arthur”

You trembled when you heard that name. You didn't know anything about Arthur in weeks, and you be concerned more when they told you it was sad.

“Arthur it’s okay? Please tell me Gary, He’s fine?”

“I don’t know Y/N, I don’t know if he is fine or not. His mother is dead”

“Oh my god! ...”

A huge hole in your stomach you felted at the same time you carried your hands to your mouth and your eyes were tearing. You couldn't believe it.

Arthur was going through too much things, too much shit in his life, or at least you knew that before he was fired. If he was having a hard time, how would he be handling with something like that? Arthur should be so depressed at that moment. His mother, his only family, had died. Arthur was alone, alone in the world.

You didn't want Arthur to be alone.

There was silence between the three of us, until...

"Yeah, and we thought about, you know, going to his house to cheer him up a little bit, I bought a bottle of liquor, I hope that makes him happy"

…Randall opened his mouth again, and it was enough for you.

"Do you really plan going to visit him, Randall? After for your fault he was fired?!”

"Hey, it's no time for another of your silly lawsuits Y/N, we don’t-"

"Shut the fuck up! You're so cynical and really fuck up! You're a big son of a bitch, that's what you fucking are!”

You were so angry, you told him that out loud that other workers turned confused. You were breathing hard, trying to keep your composure.

"Y/N, calm down Y/N please! try to think this is about Arthur!" Gary said that and it was true, it wasn't time for more fights with Randall, you had to conduct yourself, only for Arthur “We want you to go with us Y/N. Arthur appreciates you very much, and maybe it would mean a lot to him if you went. What do you say?"

You looked at Randall in a raging way, you really hoped he'd behave that day, or you could swear you'd kill him, no matter what.

"Ok Gary, I'm coming with you…”

…

The next day, you waited for Gary and Randall at the subway stop. Your stomach was shaking a lot. You'd finally see Arthur after all this time! But not for the best reasons.

A subway passed in front you, you looked through the reflections of the windows your clothes, a blouse, skirt, socks and black shoes.

The color of mourning.

Would he be really fine? Would he cope well with his mother's death? You had so much to ask Arthur, you wanted to comfort him, to tell him that he was never going to be alone, that you'd always be with him.

“Well, I’m here” You looked back and it was Randall "We're going?"

"Where's Gary?"

"Gary called me on the phone, woke up sick to his stomach, he sends greetings and condolences to Arthur for his part"

Oh, no. You'd be alone with Randall for a long while. Damn, it was going to be worse than torture. Both entered the subway and went to Arthur's house.

In all this time, a huge concern began to nest in your mind, and if it was a Randall's trap? If he'd take advantage of the situation and get revenge at you? You hadn't thought of it that way. Randall was a cruel man, he had disrespected you so many times, and you had returned to him every one of the insults he had dedicated to you.

You are so scared in the subway, in the street when you two were walking, you trying to walk on the side of the sidewalk where the cars were, away from the alleys, planned thousands of escapes in your head, how you were going to shout "Fire!" instead of "Help!" in case Randall attacked you, only then would people go to help you.

Hopping nothing bad happened.

You went to the Arthur’s building; you wanted to use the stairs but Randall insisted with the elevator. You prayed that Randall didn't punch you in the elevator, you got scared when he stopped suddenly, you almost cried. Fortunately, the elevator continued to the eighth floor.

Finally arrived at Arthur's apartment, at that moment, you gave yourself the luxury of breathing and reassuring you. Randall don’t punch you, and finally, you would see Arthur.

Randall rang the bell twice, you heard a "Coming!" that altered your heart, and then, he opened the door.

Arthur was there. Shirtless, with wet and green hair? his face painted of white and cigarette in his hand.

You were delighted with him. You finally saw Arthur, your Arthur, your best friend, the boy who you love, after all this time.

Randall don’t say nothing, so, you decide to talk.

“Hello Arthur, how are you?”

“Hi guys” Arthur greeting you two with joy “Come on in”.

You entered in his apartment first, with a silly smile in your face.

“Did you get a new job Arthur? I’m wonder it for the paint in your face”

“Nah” He smoked again with that indifferent voice, you felted the rejection again, but you’re really good cover your emotions.

“Oh, you must be going down to that rally at City Hall, I hear it’s gonna be nuts” Randall said that so quickly, so robotic, and little ashamed. Like he tried to like Arthur after the shit he was with him.

“Oh, is that today?”

This left Randall confused, which was not explained because Arthur had his face painted. You didn't really care, you just cared if Arthur was okay.

“Yeah… What’s with the makeup then?”

Arthur rested on the wall and put one of his hand on his pants. He was always ashamed to show himself shirtless in front of everyone, especially in front of you, but not this time. And this time, you didn't to avoid seeing his body, how thin he was, his arms, his chest, his collarbones.

And for the first time you had thoughts about Arthur beyond all the love you had of him, something you hadn't thought of him before. You love him, yes, but you hadn't imagined that way of loving him before. Suddenly, you wanted Randall to go to hell in that instant, get closer to Arthur, run your fingers through his thin skin, your hands over his chest, and kiss him deeply.

You blushed at the thought of it, of wanting to have Arthur that way, that he’ll love you that way. You looked at the couch, that couch looked good enough to made love to Arthur for the first time.

“My mom is died, I’m celebrating”

You blinked; how could you think of something like that at a time like that? Arthur was in mourning; you were so ashamed instantly.

Although it struck you that Arthur used the word "Celebrating".

“Right, we heard, that’s why we came by, we figured, you know, you could use some cheering up” Randall shook the bottle of liquor in front of Arthur, animated.

"Gary was going to come with us, actually he made me the invitation, but he got sick and couldn't come" You made the comment to Arthur, as if you had to explain to him why are you accompany Randall, hoping he understood.

“Aw, that’s sweet, but no, I feel good”

Arthur feels good? Feels good despite his mother's death?

And if Arthur feel good, that’s mean he’s not sad, that’s mean he don’t need somebody for help him, that’s mean he don’t need you?

“Yeah, I stopped taking my medication, I feel a lot better now”

That’s made you confused. He stopped to take his medication? But he had seven different medication, he had a lot of problems and conditions, why he stopped to take it? Miraculously all his illnesses were cured? That couldn't be possible.

“What? Your medication? You don’t use more medication Arthur?” You asked him in that tone of voice of concern that he knew, but his look at you was not at all kind.

“No…” He answered you so cutting. Why he treated you like that?

Embarrassed again, you took a few steps back. Maybe it was a bad idea to accompany Randall and Gary, even he’s not with you. Maybe he was upset that you were there without him asking you.

“Oh, okay, good for you”

Randall congratulated him, if that could be called a "congratulation". Suddenly, Randall changed the subject of the conversation, and you discovered the real reason what Randall wanted to go with Arthur from the beginning.

Randall didn't want to offer his condolences to Arthur for his mother's death, he had other intentions.

“So, hey, listen, I don’t know if your heard, but the cops have been coming around the shop, talking to all the guys…” While Randall pathetically exposed his request, Arthur began to draw a happy face with his cigarette in the wall.

Arthur wasn't well, something bad was going on with him.

“…And um…”

“They didn’t talk to me” You interrupted Randall on purpose, or maybe not, because it was true, the cops hadn't called with you.

“That’s because the suspect it’s a man, a real man does this kind of thing, do you really think a woman can do something like that? If it had been a woman, she would possibly be the dead one, not the three rich”

He’s seriously? Made one of his fucking and horrible jokes in a moment like that? You want to punch his face so hard.

But you heard a bizarre laugh, it was from Arthur.

Arthur looked you, his gaze was no longer shy, he wasn't the Arthur you met, who occasionally you invited to dinner after work, the man who always hugged you when the road suddenly got cold and their sweaters both weren't enough against the freezing wind. The one who told you his worries, but at the same time his little dreams and goals.

But he’s not that Arthur, no more.

“Anyway, um…”

Arthur stopped watching you, lowered his head, beginning to tremble again, rather irritated.

“Hoyt said that they talked to you, and now they’re looking for me…”

It could have been wrong, but you felt good hearing that the police thought Randall was the killer clown. He probably was.

“And I just wanna know what you said, make sure our stories line up…”

You were about to interfere, tell Randall to fuck off, and not get Arthur into his fucking trouble.

“Seeing as how, you’re my boy”

“Yeah, that’s important”

But you never imagined what was about to happen.

“You know what I meant?”

“That makes a lot of sense… Thank you Randall, thank you so much”

“I just wanna-“

Arthur took out a pair of scissors from his pocket so quickly and attacked Randall, sticking in his neck, and seconds later, in his eye.

You screamed like you've never screamed in your life, ran away backwards, tripped and fell to the ground, and even lying on the ground, you crawled away from the scene.

“ARTHUR!”

Arthur led Randall against a wall right in front of your sight.

“NO! ARTHUR NO! DON’T ARTHUR! PLEASE!”

You yelled at Arthur hysterically, begging that he'll stop. Arthur began to hit Randall's head against the wall, and you could see his head disfigure with every blow.

“ARTHUR!”

You can’t see anymore, you put your hands in your eyes, which were already wet with tears.

You stopped hearing blows, now you heard a louder blow, and Arthur's euphoric breathing. You didn't want to see where that ended, you didn't want to see Randall's body, you didn't want to see Arthur's eyes after committing murder.

Sobbing, you still cried. Now what was going to happen? You were going to be next one? Hours earlier you were so afraid Randall would dare hurt you, now you were so sure Arthur was going to hurt you. You were so sure you weren't going to be alive that day.

“Hey… Hey Y/N…” You heard Arthur’s voice, you were so afraid to see him “Y/N, please, open your eyes… Look at me…”

Doubting, you gradually pulled your trembling fingers out of your eyes, opening them. You looked at Arthur sitting on the floor, his face and torso stained with blood, like the wall, and next to him, Randall's lifeless body.

“A-Arthur?” You asked fearful.

“It’s okay Y/N, you should to smile”

“W-W-W-What?” Your lips trembled from what he said.

He smiled and look at you with that smile.

“You won Y/N, you won the war”

“W-W-W-what t-the fuck, w-what war Arthur?”

"The one you and Randall had; do you see Y/N? you finally beat Randall. I'm so glad I helped you to win"

You started to cry again. You remembered how you said some like that to Arthur before, when you and Randall had discussions.

Why did Arthur have to become something as horrible as a murder? Why did your best friend have to get infected by the poison of this rotten city?

You can’t see him anymore. You were just waiting for the moment when Arthur would get up and end with your life, you hoped your death wasn't as violent as Randall's.

“I’m not gonna hurt you Y/N if that you think…”

You trembled again, and you could hear that voice you knew from him. Arthur got up off the ground and came to you “Come here, you've got to go” he offered help you getting up offering his hand. But it was his blood-filled hand.

It was too much for you, and when Arthur realized his mistake and changed hands, you had already fainted.

…

You didn't know how much time you fainted. When you woke up, you weren't on the cold wooden floor, looking at that horrible scene, you were on a comfortable bed with old sheets.

Everything in your mind was cloudy, as was your eyesight. Was that real? You didn't remember sleeping in that bed before.

"For a moment I thought you were never going to wake up."

You looked at the origin of the voice. There was Arthur, but different, again. His green hair dried up, wearing a clown makeup similar and at the same time different from carnival. He was wearing a red suit, a yellow vest (Was Carnival west?) and a turquoise shirt.

Smoking, he was standing in a corner of the room, looking at you.

“Arthur?” You asked nervously, you were so weak to get out of bed.

“Yes, Y/N?”

Your mind reminded that bloody image before you fainted, and you felt the need to clarify something.

“Arthur…That… That was a nightmare Arthur, right? That was no real, right? Please, tell me that was a nightmare”

Arthur looked at you worried, left the cigarette and went where you were, sitting next to you while you were still lying down.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, you shouldn't have seen that…” Arthur apologized, worried about you, at last you could recognize him “He lied to Hoyt, saying I wanted to buy him a gun, when he actually gave me that gun"

“Arthur, you should to tell me that…” You said it in a lamenting voice. Arthur just shrugged.

"I know. Randall said not to, because you wouldn't understand... Fuck…”

Arthur started caressing your hair and head. Gradually, you didn't know if it was because you were still a little afraid of him or because you had gone too long without seeing him, you were back to trust with him.

"I'm sorry you've become this" You told him honestly. You knew Arthur could sometimes lose control when everything in his life got out of hand, but you never imagined he'd be able to do something like murder.

“Y/N, but this is the real me”

“What?”

“This is the real me, I discovered it a couple of weeks ago, it was painful, but in the end, I feel good, I feel really good"

He looked so lost, it hurt so much to see Arthur like this. When he said he had discovered his "true self" a few weeks ago, you began to suspect how he did it. But you were so afraid to confirm it.

"How did you find out this is the real you?"

“I can tell you a secret, Y/N?”

“Yeah”

And your suspicions came true.

“I am who killed that three rich guys in the subway. I’m am the clown who everybody talks”

The tears almost came out instantly again, but this time in silence. You closed your eyes, you didn't know what to think, what to do, what to tell him

You could only ask one thing.

“… Why?...”

Arthur crouched down his gaze, remembering that shadowy moment. He saw you cry again, he owed you an explanation, he had to give it to you.

“… They didn’t stop to beat me. It was like the assault of the alley, but worse. If I hadn’t killed them, maybe I was dead”

You could see how he started shaking, it seemed that Arthur felt so bad just to remember that terrible experience. How the hell could he have survived to all this?

“Arthur… Oh my god Arthur…” So many things to process in your head again, you could only say one thing “You don’t deserve this shit”

Arthur began to wipe your tear-soaked cheeks, and passed his finger through your watery eyes.

“But I have it”

You didn't know what else you could tell Arthur. You're speechless. However, he had a lot to tell you, starting with something Arthur carried from the beginning of that terrible cruise.

“I'm sorry if I was mean to you these weeks… I didn't want to get you involved in this… This is all so dark for you, I wanted you to be away from me” You could see how he wanted to avoid his look at you "I didn't want you to be placed in this, I didn't want you to be injured by these bad decisions I made" He took your hand, you let him do it.

You sat on the bed, with your free hand, you took his cheek, making he see you.

"You have no idea how much I missed you, how many times I went to bed before sleep wondering if I'd done anything wrong with you”

However strange it will sound, at least you hadn't ruined anything, at least your Friendship was still intact. And knowing that made you cry again, you didn't know if happiness because in the end Arthur didn't hate you, or sad to just remember that last call.

Arthur saw you start crying and immediately wrapped you in a hug.

“I was a fucking idiot with you, Y/N. Please, forgive me” You hugged him too, putting your hands on his back and your head on his chest. You could hear his heart's fast-paced beats” You were never mean to me Y/N, you were the only one who was nice to me”

He took your hand to his mouth and left a little kiss, took your cheeks and left another kiss on your forehead, and one more timidly on your cheek. You smiled shyly at that, feeling those same butterflies when you saw him coming to Ha-ha's or when you saw him eat some doughnuts from that restaurant he loved to go to.

“Don’t forget Gary”

He smiled so silly, you too.

“You’ve right Y/N”

Arthur and you started to laugh. Finally, you could laugh together. A little break for both of us, a little break in your lives.

Arthur for a moment stopped smiling, but there was no aggression in his face; there was a strange feeling you couldn't decipher.

”Y/N… Can I confess you something?”

“Yeah…” you prayed internally that he wouldn't confess to you another crime or murder. You wouldn't stand something like that again from Arthur.

But it was quite the opposite, what your heart long craved and desired.

“Y/N, I love you…”

And again, you get speechless. And blushed too. You looked into Arthur's eyes. He had just confessed his love to you.

“Arthur…”

And of course, you weren't going to miss your chance.

“I wanted you to know because… You probably won't see m-“

“Arthur, I love you too”

You interrupted him, confessing your feelings too.

“What?

“I love you; I love you too Arthur”

His surprised face said it all. Arthur started shaking and feeling so strange, he could feel his heart beat too hard, and he didn't know if that was happiness. Arthur was able to felted the happiness for a few seconds.

“That’s true, Y/N? You love me?” He asked very hopeful. You couldn't help smile at him. You couldn't believe he felt the same way about you, too.

“Of course it’s true Artie, I love you”

“Oh Y/N… Fuck” He hugged you so tightly again, you just tried to hug him too. You heard a little sob come out of his mouth “Why? Why just did this have to happen to me?"

“W-What you mean Artie?” You asking to him worried.

“Oh Y/N… I confessed my love to you because maybe you never see me back… Well… I wanted you to know. But I Never expect you to feel the same way about me. I never thought anyone would be able to love me”

You ignored the first sentence he said. You only focused on the latter, that he thought no one would love him the way you did.

“Arthur… How could I not fall in love with you?"

Arthur smiled as little tears flowed from his eyes. It didn't matter if those tears would ruin his clown makeup, he'd put it back together later.

However, things couldn't be perfect, you separated from him (But still hugging him) to ask him that question, referring to his first sentence.

“But why you said I’ll never see you again? What you mean with that?”

You were afraid to ask about that, but you did it anyway. That "new" Arthur was like a new unread book, and you discovered it little by little.

“Oh… Well…” Arthur didn't know what to tell you, how could Arthur explain to you what he planned to do just when you had just confessed your love to him? Even if you didn't love him, if you just love him as a friend, he couldn't find a way to explain what he was going to do that night “You remembered The Murray Franklin Show? When together we watch the show?”

“Yeah, I do Art” Smiled shyly to the memory.

“I’m be gonna be on tonight”

You were surprised, you didn't even doubt whether or not was true Arthur was telling you, you could only feel good about him.

“R-Really Arthur? That’s… Amazing…” You smiled to him so honestly. Wow, one of his dreams was about to come true.

“But I don’t want you watch the show”

And the smile disappears.

“Why not Arthur?”

He stopped hugging you to look at your face one more time. Stroking it with his fingers, he passed two fingers on your lips. The feeling was hypnotic, caressing you that way, just as he had done only in his dreams. You were so beautiful for him.

And he realized you were going through a lot because of him.

“... I hurt you a lot Y/N, first being mean to you and then with what I did with... With Randall... I don't want to hurt you again, Y/N, you don't deserve that"

He prayed for you understand him, he prayed that you didn't ask more questions, because if you did, he wouldn't be able to lie to you again, but he wouldn't be able to tell you that he planned to kill himself in the Murray’s Show.

Just when life gave him another chance to go on living: All the love he felt for you, every gram, was reciprocated

“Oh Arthur… You... You're not going to do anything wrong, right?”

“I hope that”

“Y-you said we probably won't see each other again because... I don’t know, why you think that?"

“Just don’t know Y/N…”

“You’re afraid to the police recognize you or something like that?”

You asked so naively, hoping that would be the answer.

“I wish it was that Y/N, I really wish it…”

With those words, you decided not to question him anymore.

Silence between you two. He kept caressed your face while you kept looking his face under the makeup. Through your gazes, you two wanted to say thousands of things to each other, and you did, but only in one way. Arthur grabbed you by the cheeks and brought your face to yours, along with his lips with yours. He kissed you, and felt like it was heaven.

Both kissed in several times, you didn't care if your lips and around them ended up crimson, Arthur didn't care if he could run out of time to go to the Murray’s Show. It was what had both waited for a long time, you two deserved to enjoy it.

And without you realizing, slowly, besides love, desire began to meddle.

Suddenly, you started to lie in bed again, and Arthur went after you, putting himself on top of you. Arthur's hands started to caress your neck and shoulders. He separated from you only to appreciate the gorgeous girl who loves lying front him. An abominable desire inside Arthur started to burn him. An arduous pain.

And the only cure was loving her in that barbarous way.

He kissed you again with a wet kiss, so hungry of your lips.

His hands go down to your chest, and in his ecstasy, he caressed your breasts. You didn’t expect his touch, but your decided to delight it. You let him do it, while slowly, you started putting your hand under his shirt, touching the ardent skin of his chest, just as you imagined.

Excited, being grateful to yourself from the past to choose a dark skirt to use that day, you opened your legs to him, offering yourself to Arthur.

“Arthur… Please…”

Arthur, seeing you like this, felt like you were something divine, like you were crystal, afraid of breaking you, but he wanted you so badly. He needed to be with you, he needed to be a part of you, and you to be a part of him.

However, despite how emotional and exciting it would be to do that act of love with you, he stopped, separating you from you and clenching his fists.

He closed his eyes, and sadly had to have self-control. He thought coldly the things, if you did, if he made the love to you, you could get too happy and enthusiastic about him, and if he carried out his plan for the Murray’s Show, your heart would break into a thousand pieces, you'd blame yourself for not being able to save him, and you'd be depressed all your life.

He didn't want you have a depressed life like he had.

“No, Y/N…”

It must have been a little funny that your face full of ecstasy will suddenly change to one full of surprise and confusion. But he, despite everything, he wanted to keep protecting you.

“Why not Art?”

“… I can’t…”

He stopped seeing you because he was ashamed not to love you the way you begged him.

You don’t say nothing, but you respect his decision. You took his cheek, looked at him with love and a huge smile, you wanted to make sure everything was okay.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay Artie, I swear” You smiled sincerely at him. At the end of it all, he respected you, and of course, you were going to respect him.

Arthur saw you again, smiling at you.

"You have to go home Y/N" you say yes with your head. Both got out of bed, but when you were about to walk through the door, you remembered that terrible scene. You turned to Arthur scared and hugged him.

“No, Y/N, listen me, I've taken care of that. There's nothing anymore"

“C-Can you take me to the door, please?"

“Sure” Still hugging you, Arthur took you out of the room, you walked through the hallway and as he told you, there was no evidence of murder in the living room but some bloodstains.

You fell back into reality by remembering that. Arthur Fleck had become someone different from the one you knew.

Arthur came to the door and took the knob, open it. You thinking on that. Arthur noticed how serious you suddenly turned and feared.

“Y/N? Are you ok-“

You push the door to closed it with your hand, and carrying your arms to his neck, you kissed him deep. The last kiss with him

Maybe Arthur could change for the worse, maybe it wasn't the same Arthur you knew, the one you'd fallen in love with. But for some strange reason, reason you didn't want to look for logic, you love him, you still love him, and there was nothing in the world that could change your mind.

He clearly told you were likely never to see each other again. You didn't want to believe that, you didn't want to believe that neither he nor you would ever see each other again. You were clinging to that slight hope that they would soon be reunited.

And if destiny decided not to be like that, then you'd only ask Arthur for one thing

“Please, don’t forget me”

You two looked each other in the eye.

You’ll treasured that last moment between the two.

“Never, my love”

You opened the door for him and ran out of his apartment. You felt the door close behind you. You ran down the stairs, battling the feeling of crying.

Arthur looked out the window as you ran away from the building. Letting go of the only chance of his life to be truly happy.

But you were always a little rebellious, and Arthur wasn't going to be the exception. As much as he asked you not to, you'd see The Murray Franklin’s Show that night.

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jjdoggies-fanfics · 4 years

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Aaaaa hi if you’re ever in the mood what about a benya/ fiveya fic but it takes place within the sparrow academy universe 🙈💕 something about just sparrow!ben and vanya ( that maybe ends with a slightly jealous n protective five ) is so undeniably cute n I didn’t know I needed this until now 🔥✨💕

I hope you like it Anon!! And I hope I did it justice!!

~~ Isn’t What I Want ~~ Sparrow!Benya & Fiveya ~~

When they’d returned from 1963, narrowly avoiding another apocalypse, it is pretty safe to say they were not expecting this other version of Ben or the entirety of The Sparrow Academy in the place of The Umbrella Academy. Luther and Allison, soon after being told by their father, ex-father, that he didn’t want them in his house, split off on their own, leaving the house together. Allison saying she needed to see if Claire was in this version of the world or not.

Diego pulled Klaus out a bit later, when he wouldn’t stop pestering Sparrow Ben about how different he was from their Ben. Five had been talking with Reginald briefly, they’d been talking about what they’d do in this alternate timeline while Five worked out a way to get them to the right one, when he realized that the entirety of The Sparrow Academy and Vanya had disappeared on him.

Five quickly ended his talk with Reginald, already sick of hearing the old man go on about things he already knew about not fucking up the timeline. But it also wasn’t their timeline so, he really didn’t care. What he did care about, was finding Vanya, wherever the fuck she went. The longer he was in this new timeline his physical body seemed to be catching up to what it would’ve been in 2019 if he’d never jumped into the apocalypse like a dumbass.

As he searched through the many rooms of the house, each of them vaguely familiar but not quite the same, he was nearing the last sets of rooms in the house, being able to jump from room to room certainly helped in his search, all that was left were the rooms that were the furthest upstairs. Where his room was, or used to be.

He avoided the step that had always squeaked at the bottom, unsure if it would still squeak in this alternate world, as he made his way up the stairs. Five had already expended most of his energy with his earlier jumps and needed some more time to recover, especially without a snack. Once he reached the top of the stairs he heard a very familiar, yet slightly muffled, laugh. Vanya.

Following where he’d thought he’d heard the laughter coming from, his former room, he waited just outside of the door for a moment, listening. “Ben,” Vanya’s voice sighed, “why are you still here?”

Ben, Sparrow Ben, gave her a bit of a mocking laugh before returning, “Where else would I go?”

“Anywhere! Anywhere but here!” Vanya hissed back, “See the world? That was something you’d always wanted to do.”

“Vanya,” Her name falling from this Other Ben’s lips sounded, wrong, “that may have been what your Ben wanted to do, but I am perfectly content with staying here. With my family, so maybe it’s time you returned to yours.”

Five had been expecting one of the two to leave or storm out of the room by now, spot him and his now late teens body, yell at him or something. But that didn’t happen. Instead he heard Vanya huff in the room, imaging her rolling her eyes, arms crossed, nostrils flaring as they did when she got angry, “How can you be ‘content’ living with Dad? He’s an asshole.”

“That maybe so,” Ben replied, not sounding agitated in the slightest, instead he sounded enticed and a bit cocky, “but the world is full of assholes, so why bother with them?”

“You can’t generalize the entirety of the world based on the few assholes that unfortunately are there too!” Vanya snapped back.

Ben scoffed, “Why are you so passionate about this? Why do you care? What the hell do they mean to you?” his tone went from mocking to being far more aggressive with each question. Vanya tried to give him a reply, but only managed to stammer out a few syllables before Ben continued, “Maybe it’s because there’s something you want, but you can’t have. For whatever stupid reason you’ve conviced yourself of.” There was an audible thump before Ben continued, “I think, you’re still a scared little girl, desperately pinning after the attention of a boy, who will never give it to you.”

“You don’t know anything about me.” Vanya muttered back, all the fire she’d had before gone.

Five was readying himself to storm in there when Ben sneered back, “You are an open book, wear your heart on your sleeve, and let every single person in your life walk all over you.” Vanya started to say something back to him but Ben steamrolled right over her, “You have never been made to grow up. You are still living in a fantasy world where everyone can get their happily ever after. But it’s time for you to grow the hell up Vanya.”

There were no other words Five could hear through the walls or cracked ever so slightly door, but there were still a few noises coming from the room. Deciding to risk it, Five pushed the door open more ever so slowly, and when he looked in he was shocked and angry. Ben had Vanya pinned to the bed, presumably Ben’s now, as he peppered kisses along her neck, jaw, cheeks, and lips while Vanya pushed against him a bit, but not as hard as she could, even without her powers.

Five jumped over to them and shoved Ben off of Vanya, Ben muttered several expletives after he hit the floor, before grabbing Vanya’s wrists and jumping with her to just outside The Sparrow Academy’s front door. “Are you okay?” Five asked, eyes roaming over her, looking for any injuries, “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

“I’m fine Five.” Vanya hissed at him, pulling her wrists out of his grasp, “Ben didn’t do anything.”

“That’s not Ben. At least, not our Ben.” Five hissed back.

Vanya gave him a weird look, as if she was disgusted by him, “Why are you being so weird Five?”

“I am not the one being weird Vanya!” Five snapped, “At least I wasn’t making out with a Sparrow!”

Five internally winced at his obviously poor choice of words, timing, and just overall lack of sensibility. And Vanya, sensibly, glared at him before she began storming away from him. Five tried to jump in front of Vanya to stop her, but as fate would have it because the universe really just hated him today he was too tapped of energy to jump in front of her.

“Vanya wait!” Five yelled after her, trying to catch up with her, which was much easier now that he had adult sized legs instead of child sized ones. Five quickly caught up to and stepped in front of Vanya, effective stopping her, “Vanya, please listen to me.”

Vanya crossed her arms, looking quite angry at him, “Why should I Five?” she asked him, which, was quite fair.

“About what Ben said-” Five started.

“I thought you just said he wasn’t Ben.” Vanya hissed at him, sounding angrier than she’d ever sounded towards him that Five could remember, “So is he Ben or is he not Five?”

Five, a bit stunned by Vanya’s bitterness, especially towards him, stammered back, “I, well, um, he’s not, exactly, Ben, but he also, is, Ben. I don’t know Vanya. But listen, what that Ben said to you back there about the whole ‘open book’ thing-”

“You were listening?” Vanya asked, no anger in her voice now, just filled with hurt, “You were listening that whole time? What the hell Five? You have no right to eavesdrop on people!”

“That’s not the point Vanya!” Five snapped back at her, “That fucking idiot doesn’t know jack shit about you. It doesn’t matter if you were like that before, now we have the opportunity to be whoever the fuck we want to be in this world.”

Vanya’s gaze had been focused on the sidewalk but shifted up to him as she asked, “We?”

“We.” Five said, hesitantly taking hold of one of Vanya’s hands then the other, “We can be whoever we want to be and do whatever we want to do here, but we’ll do it together.”

“Together.” Vanya repeated with a small nod and a smile on her face. Five moved his hands from her hands to Vanya’s shoulders, pulling her toward him as he planted a kiss on her lips. There was a moment of fear that spread through Five when Vanya didn’t kiss him back, worrying that he’d messed up everything, but all his worries melted away when he felt Vanya’s lips pushing against his own with equal force.

Vanya threw her arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he picked her up before jumping them from the midst of the sidewalk to an empty storefront, windows completely boarded up. After another minute of kissing, the lack of oxygen burning their lungs they pulled apart. “Five,” Vanya sighed, still trying to catch her breath, “I love you.”

“I love you too Vanya.” Five replied, relishing in the smile and blush that spread across her face at his admission. And just like that Vanya was pressing her lips to his again, and he lifted her back up, intending to do whatever he needed to do to make her happy for as long as he lives.

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Summary: At this point, Adalyn and Dakota as a duo is almost second nature. Any and all missions involving one would end up with the other as a partner. And it worked out. But sometimes, even such a great duo needs a small break. Even if it is in an old, prewar house with an annoying leak. Warnings: Ah. Slightly depressing talk towards the end? Aaaa

Hhhhh more Adalyn and Dakota because,,, I love them. Did you know Adalyn was originally a bitch and Dakota was less depressing? I know! Shocker! They also used to hate each other. But now??? They love. Anyways they’re just two friends with mutual pining in this fic. Aaaaa.

I wanna draw them being farmers now

The roof had been leaking for several hours before Dakota finally spoke up about it. It wasn’t a bad leak, not some awful thing, but by now it was annoying. Dakota nudged her companion, jolting Adalyn out of some daydream. “The roof.” Dakota said.

“It’s...real?” Adalyn tilted her head to the side. Dakota was about to explain when a look of understanding flashed across her face. It made Dakota laugh a bit. Adalyn was by no means slow, she just… wasn’t always the best at understanding things. But really, who is?

Adalyn stood up, walking around the room. She rummaged in the corners, presumably to find something to fix the leak with. Dakota watched her, pursing her lips. The leak kept drip, drip, dripping, and the rain didn’t relent. No, it actually seemed to get a bit worse now. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

Adalyn came back with a clock (of all things) and a roll of half used, still good duct tape. And then she frowned. “Screwdriver?”

“Nope. Just use a nail or something.” Dakota pushed herself up with a grunt, looking at the back of the clock. Adalyn snorted.

“Contrary to popular belief, my friend, my nails are pretty organic. They’d break.” Adalyn paused again, her mouth opening into a little “o” shape. “Oh. You mean, like… an actual nail?”

Dakota hadn’t, in fact, meant an actual nail. She had quite literally been suggesting Adalyn try using her fingernail. But she didn’t know, all for the better. “Yeah, duh. I’m not an idiot.”

“We all tell ourselves lies.” Adalyn walked to a wall, taking down a picture and discarding it haphazardly. Sure enough, there was a small hanging nail. She pulled it out with ease, and started fumbling around with the back of the clock. Specifically, where the batteries would have been. She worked at it for a couple seconds before she yelped and dropped both the clock and the nail. Dakota instantly perked up.

“What happened?” She asked, reaching out and grabbing Adalyn’s hand. Adalyn laughed a bit.

“Ah. I… stabbed myself.” She replied. There was a small dot of… something. Was it blood? Do synths bleed? Adalyn must’ve noticed the confusion on Dakota’s face, because she just shrugged. “I think it’s like blood. Whatever blood like thing keeps me going.”

“When you got shot there was a blood like substance.”

“That there was.” Adalyn touched her stomach gingerly. She then bent down and picked up the clock again. Dakota took it from her hands, as well as the duct tape from the floor. She walked over to the leak and taped the clock up. It was far less beautiful than what having just the back would’ve been, but beggars can’t be choosers. Adalyn fake pouted. “You had to wait for me to start bleeding out before you did that?”

“Didn’t know they made you with a sense of humor,” Dakota retorted. Adalyn gave a mock gasp of offense.

“Are all humans born assholes?”

“Ask one.” Dakota sat back down, leaning against the wall with a smile. Adalyn sat down next to her.

“Fine then. Are all humans born jerks?” The teasing tone had left her voice, leaving just a serious question. Dakota’s smile faded away.

“I mean… depends who you ask. Me? I think we are. I think all humans are… inherently awful, awful people. I think no human deserves to be alive, but… through the miracles we work, we earn a place.” Dakota turned to look at Adalyn. She was staring at the ground with a pensive expression.

“Do you think I’m inherently awful?”

“No! No, not at all—“

“Then what’s the difference between being born and being made?” Adalyn looked at Dakota, her eyes grave.

“Sometimes, people are accidents. You’re no accident.” Dakota’s joke came out far more serious than intended. Adalyn sighed. They sat in silence for several seconds, before Adalyn gently rested her head on Dakota’s shoulder. She was frowning.

“Why do you think I’m not awful? I was designed to take the place of some random doctor. And then I was trained to be, frankly put, a killer. If anything, I’m not the innocent one. A human baby is.”

“All this self hate is… probably not that healthy.”

“Oh! No, don’t take it that way!” Adalyn idly took Dakota’s hand. “I don’t hate myself. I’m just… curious. How does the mysterious Dakota think.”

“Quite simply, really. If it could kill me? Do it. If it will kill me? Don’t do it.” Dakota laughed a bit, “I’m… not that deep.”

“You’re a negative, pessimistic nihilist that believes the world should’ve ended when the bombs dropped, society is a mistake, and that life would be best if you died. I wanna know why you think that way.”

“Why?”

“...so maybe I could help you?” Adalyn looked up at Dakota.

“That’s… also probably not healthy. Listen. My mind is… so fucked up, that I just find it hard to be positive. But you shouldn’t try and help me. That—“

“Then carrying your burdens yourself also isn’t healthy. Dakota… you help me deal with my stuff. You listen to me, you talk with me, you defend me. Why can’t I do the same to you?” Dakota’s face must’ve revealed some secret answer, because Adalyn sighed. “You’ve gotten so used to being alone that you can’t bear the thought of letting people in? Is that it?”

“Spot on.” Dakota pursed her lips, closing her eyes. “When you lived like me, you… you keep your cards close to your chest. Keep your friends a knife’s distance away, and an enemy a bullet’s. Came up with that myself. You just can’t let people know… that you hurt. That you struggle, and… yeah.”

“But you don't live like that anymore.”

“Yeah, but old habits die hard.” Dakota sighed. “Let’s just… go to sleep. Anne will want to see us tomorrow, with our news.” Dakota disentangled herself from Adalyn, walking over to the small bag she carried. In just a couple minutes, she had two bedrolls set up. They were touching, not intentionally. Adalyn watched her for a few more seconds, before she moved to sit on a bedroll.

Her face was painfully sad as she studied Dakota. A gentle smile, brows slightly upturned, just… sad like a puppy. Dakota got into her own bedroll, forcing herself not to look at Adalyn. Adalyn got down into hers a second later.

There were several more beats of silence, before Adalyn sighed, almost defeatedly. “I hope one day you don’t see vulnerability as weakness. I hope one day you’ll be willing to share your story with me.” Adalyn paused. “I hope one day you’ll really trust me.”

And then she swung an arm over Dakota’s side, and fell asleep—or did the closest thing to sleep that a synth could do.

Dakota cried that night. For the first time since she escaped her own vault and killed that woman, Dakota cried. And she knew, deep down, that Adalyn was right.

She needed the help.

And when Dakota finally fell asleep that cold, wet, rainy night, she fell asleep in the arms of a person that genuinely cared.

#writing #fanfic #fo4 fanfic #oc: Adalyn #oc: Dakota #any and all fics with them are just:#*goofing off #*Adalyn asks a question that Dakota replies to in a very. Depressing.. manner #*almost argument about how Dakotaneeds mental help #*gay cuddles #it... tumblr didn’t let me put a space between Dakota and needs #aaaa

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5555

@finnwolfhard

Yeah... this is sort of long....

I’m not putting all this into your ask box lmao, and I couldn’t submit it because of images either, so!! Sorry about this. Aaaa!

..and I curse way too much. My apologies for that.

Originally, I was going to try and keep spoilers out of this. But. That’s obviously not what happened so:

Spoilers for anyone on my blog reading this who plans to read “5555.”

Thoughts on 5555. Featuring Shitty images and reactions from me and a pal. Written as I go. Oh god.

Intro:

Let’s get started.

* “I dare you.”/ some other clever comment or challenge between soulmates in a story (romantic or other) as an opening scene is so fucking powerful. It’s such a good introduction to stories, and I rarely see it, but it never fails to hype me the HELL UP!

* I have never met a person on this earth that doesn’t like blue raspberry. Sorry, Eddie, guess we can’t be friends. :/

* haha :) is :)) Sonia :) going to make :)) a return :) please :) no. Guess I’ll find out. Fingers crossed she’s dead or something, even though you’d never do that.

* Emotional update: I am smiling VERY hard right now.

* “My love” is Reddie culture, it’s a fact, it’s in the textbooks! Just had to get that out there. Thanks for listening.

* New rap album coming out next month, go and buy that shit.

* “soul mates”

AH! THERE IT IS! Phew! Thank goodness, I was gonna explode for a second there.

* Richie, honey, I love you, but you’re kind of a dumbass.

* Ahhh! I take it back I love you, trash man! :(

* Me, Myself, and I?”? Like...likethefuckihn, like the fuckin’ show Jack D Grazer is in????

* For real, I can hear and see and imagine this line so well.

* Eddie with Richie’s jacket that’s like eight times too big for him is a life source.

* Room 555. Hooo boy I am not ready for this fic I ain’t even lying.

* AdSDFFfFG THE FUCKING HOTEL SHOWERS HURT, DUDE! They’re so uncomfortable aaaaaa turn it down a notch, maybe???!!

* hhhhhhjjjjhhhh scarsss,,,FUCK lets hope this turn out wellllll! D:

* Hungry and Tired!! the Power Couple!! Of!! The!!! Century!!!

* Chat Update:

* cUTE!!!

* that one vine: “cAM, THERE’S A COCKROACH RIGHT THEREEE!!!! CAAAMMM!!!!” “you need cheeze-its! (jesus lmao)”

* Chat Update:

* Eddie “not that we’re DATING or anything hahaha” Kaspbrak.

* Chat Update: oh no

* AAAAA A A AAAAAA AA AAA!!!

* Oh my god, the whole “It was my birthday” conversation in the truck is ripping my soul to shreds right now!! Aaaaaahhhhh!!! :( My boys better be okay!!

* I love this so much. Happy Richie!! I’d die for him!!! ❤️

* This was funny and cute! :) but then it turned into this:

And now Wellp.

You okay babey?? :(

* AAAAAAAAA!! THE WHOLE “STRANGER/“I’M ALONE” THING AT THE MALL! THAT’S HIS FEAR AAAAAHSDHHFHGGHHGHG RICHIEEEE I LOVE YOU BABEY!! EDDIE DOES TOO!!

* ICONIC DUO!!!

* HMM. Isthisforeshadowingisthisforeshadowingisthisforeshadowingisthis

* Well, call me a fucking idiot, but this whole thing going on with Richie is very interesting....hmmm.... I’ll bet it’s all gonna hit me at the end and I’m gonna say “OH HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK” or something like that :) haha watch me.

* YOU’RE HOT, THEN YOU’RE COLD! YOU’RE YES, THEN YOU’RE NO! YOU’RE IN, THEN YOU’RE OUT! YOU’RE UP THEN Y

* Lmao “cheap boys”!!! Love ‘em!!

* All these people be talking to Richie...bruhhhh what kinda conspiracy shit is THIS! what is going ON! AAAAAA!!

* yoooooooooooooooo... What the fuck is goin’ ooooonnn???

* WELL NOW I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON. AAAAAAAHHHH! NO OFFENSE, BUT WHAT THE HELL, IM SCREAMING.

* I KNEW 5555 HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH ANGELS, I JUST HAD NO IDEA HOW IT CONNECTED OH DEAR GOD.

* I have so much to say. Uhdhdhdhshshccckk this was so clever and incredible and beautifully written. Also now I’m crying! Hooray! I’d write a lot of stuff on this ending, but I would never stop. So, I’ll let this final chat update do the talking: :)

* Final Chat Update:

+ Bonus:

*Conclusion on “5555” by Stell/@finnwolfhard:

* Anyways Stell is amazing and talented and I love your work so fucking much. Excited for literally anything you’ll write and post in the future. Take care!!! ❤️❤️❤️ xo

Also. Haha. I wrote all this in notes. And...tumblr doesn’t really do copying and pasting with images. So. I had to send them all to myself, try and submit the post, which didn’t work after a good fifteen minutes. So then I had to paste everything into an actual post to tag the person again. And then put all the images back in and re-format everything. I’m sure there’s an easier way, but I’m inexperienced. This one fucking post. Between writing it, and right now: as I’m trying this paragraph, took four hours. What the fuck. So if there’s any mistake, I’m so sorry! It’s late and my hands are cramping.

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freeasthewindsthatblowpastme · 2 years

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Confusion

Hope

Dominating

My thoughts

Confusion

Worrying

Hoping

Changes

For the better

Time feels like my enemy

Hoping it’s not

Just

Hoping

For the better

I am always searching for the problem

Cause I am used to the fact that there are problems

And I wonder what would happen

If I would just

Stop

And exist

For a while

Stop worrying

Stop Hiding

Stop fighting

Stop needing

Stop wanting

Everything and

Anything

Sometimes I feel like a privileged idiot

Aaaaa

Bbbbbbb

Ccccc

Ddd Dddddd

Eeeee

Ffffffff Fffffff

Gggg gggggg gggg

Hhhhh hhhh hh hhhhh

And still I am not happy

I am lost searching

For something

That maybe isn’t even there

And I feel so alone

So torn

Sometimes no one seems to care

And sometimes I want to talk

Find words for all the bitterness within

My math teacher:

And next you are going to jump out of the window.

He joked

But it wasn’t funny

And it will never be

But I also won’t do that

Anyways

I feel the pressure within

The fear of the governing body

The fear of the state

Although I haven’t done anything unlawful

I am scared of

discrimination

anticipation

That I am supposed to do something

I don’t know about

That I accidentally do something against the law

Because it is impossible to know every law

I am scared of a system that should protect me

I am scared of people acting on their dissaprovement or hate on me

I am scared although everyone I meet is

Helpful

Nice

Smiling

Understanding

Trying

Helping

Doing stuff

To make me

Feel better

I want do burst out

I want to say everything is bad

I want to shout at everyone

Because the pressure within is so big

I am an emotional blob

And I don’t know how to not be

So fucking sensitive

Idk

I have a headache

My chest hurts

And everything else

This process is so annoying

Emotionally exhausting

It feels like someone can decide:

I don’t like you

You can’t be happy

You can’t do that

And I know it’s not that way

And I know nearly everyone wants to help

But the fear and negativity run through me

And I don’t know how to stop them

It is all so much

I am so overwhelmed

And scared

And I feel pressured

But I want to know so desperately how it goes

And I should never forget how old I am

And how that is adding to the fact how hard it is

And I should never forget my biography

And how it is hard to change habits

Especially when you experienced so much

Neglecting

Ignoring

Shouting

Screaming

Pressuring

Drinking

Violence

Trauma

And I want to blurr it out again

I don’t want to say it

I don’t want to admit how bad it was

And I am scared I picture it too bad

Because there rarely was physical violence

I only remember one time

And someone else told me it happened another time

I am glad no one who reads this knows me in real life

Because I don’t want people to know

Because everytime I talked about it

people

Treated me differently

Ran away

Couldn’t deal with it

So I am scared to talk again

Although I know it’s necessary

Yeah

This is heavy

Again

I want so desperately

To paint

A positive picture

But in the end I don’t feel positive

And I wish it was different

But this is the reality

And I think it is for many people

So I guess it is ok to suffer

Although I hold certain priviledges

They don’t mean that I can’t not have other priviledges

So yeah I hope you are well

I am in one way

And I am not in another

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strengthrequireskindness · 6 years

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Aaaaa I wanna write a Batfam fanfic but my brain is fried

So I'm gonna post a Drabble here and see the response it gets

@this-canadian-girl and @desolationofzara this one's for you! Thanks for your help!

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Najida sighed. Like every day before, her mother's eyes were unfocused, staring off into space. Sliding onto the bed, she leaned forward, waving a hand in front of her face. Nothing.

She didn't know why she kept hoping for a miracle. She should know by now that Gotham didn't deal in miracles. All it gave was hurt.

The doctors at Leslie Thompkins' clinic had been very clear when they said Tien Tran would never regain her memory, or even her ability to walk. The injuries to her head and spine were too severe. The once-proud Arkham guard, on a fast track to promotion, now couldn't even remember that she had a daughter. All Najida was to her was a stranger who, for some reason, was assigned to look after her.

Sure, it hurt a lot. So did knowing that she had to take care of her mother instead of getting the education she so desperately wanted. Her father had helped at first, taking a high-risk job at a new biomedical company. Apparently, high-risk involved finding your father's body in a pool of blood and a nightmare creature standing over it....

She shook her head, adjusting her hijab so it wouldn't fall in her face. There wasn't time to reminisce now. She was running late already.

Shoving the disused wheelchair in front of the door to the side, (it had broken a year ago, and they couldn't afford to replace it) she rushed out the door, snagging her heavy bag as she did so.

A blast of cold air hit her in the face as she jogged down the steps of their crappy apartment. December weather wasn't always snowy in Gotham, but it was never not freezing.

She picked up the pace a little, her borderline-threadbare jacket doing no part of its intended job.

---

Living in the Narrows sucked. The library was tiny, crime was rampant, and they had the good fortune of being smack-dab next to Arkham Asylum. But hey, Najida thought sarcastically. At least we have a coffee shop!

Personally, she hated coffee. It tasted awful no matter what you put into it. And the manager was a jerk. If so much wasn't at stake, she would definitely have quit a long time ago. But she needed the money. If she didn't have money, she and her mother would be out on the street in December weather, with nowhere else to go.

Crime wasn't an option, either. Even if she wanted to (which she didn't), she was the kid of an Arkham guard. Any gang worth their salt would kill her on the spot.

So she grit her teeth and headed in, preparing for yet another dull day as a barista at the Bat-Bean.

---

It had been a slow day. Most baristas didn't want to work on such a cold day, and the manager was off yelling at another poor employee, leaving Najida to man the counter. Even when she took a break at lunchtime and after to pray and eat, there were still no people coming in. Just a few more minutes, she told herself. Then your shift's over, and you'll be home free.

There weren't many customers, most people electing to do their Christmas shopping instead. As a Muslim, Najida was happy not to have that problem. Too much stress if you asked her.

She was surprised when the bell on the door jangled, heralding the arrival of the first and also the last customers she'd had all day. Even before the door opened, she could hear them bickering.

"Grayson, this is stupid."

"What's stupid about getting Timbo his much-needed coffee?"

"You didn't have to take me along."

Even from her position at the counter, Najida could hear the disdain in the kid's voice. Perhaps this day would actually turn out to be interesting. If nothing else, she might get to see a tantrum.

They moved up to the counter, and she was able to get a glimpse of them for the first time.

The kid was short, about ten if she had to guess. His features were Middle Eastern, but the country of origin she had no clue about. Contrary to what most people thought, the Middle East was actually a pretty big place. The glare in his eyes promised murder, though. It reminded her a little of the homicidal kids in a horror movie she shouldn't have watched when she was little.

The other customer seemed to be in his twenties. His build was sleek and muscular, without an inch of fat on him. This was a guy who definitely worked out. Black hair and blue eyes completed the look, making him seem weirdly similar to the kid next to him. Maybe they were related?

She cleared her throat, and both heads whipped around to look at her, eyes lingering on her for a bit longer than she was comfortable with.

Najida was used to stares. As a part-Pakistani, part-Syrian, and part-Vietnamese kid of immigrants, she definitely stood out. And that was even before you factored the hijab into the equation. That didn't mean she had to like the attention, though.

"Um, hi. As interesting as your argument is, do you want to order?"

The smaller customer made a noise of annoyance. "This isn't your concern, bar wench."

Najida made a similar noise of annoyance. This kid was definitely a brat. "Excuse me?"

"Damian!" The other customer sharply whacked him on the back of the head before turning to her. "I am so sorry. I swear, we raised him better than this."

"It's fine. I've heard worse."

"If you're sure." He grinned a little. "What's with the name?"

"The Bat-Bean? Oh, that's a stupid thing my manager came up with. Something about thanking Batman for what he's done. Now, I get that, but jeez, at least be creative about it!"

A small chuckle came out of his mouth. "Fair point. I'd like two Bat-Brews, please."

"All right then. I'll be just a minute."

---

The customer-Grayson, she guessed-was happy to get his drinks. "Tim's gonna love this. Thanks again..." He trailed off. "Sorry, I never got your name."

Damian snorted, but whether it was out of frustration or humor, she couldn't tell. "Her tag says Najida."

"Thank you, Damian. Najida, then. Pretty name. Arabic?"

"Yeah. Not many people know that. What's yours?"

"Richard. But people call me Dick."

Now it was Najida's turn to chuckle. "And you let them?"

As Dick sputtered, a grin like the edge of a knife cut across Damian's face. "Apparently, you're not as idiotic as you seem."

That was it. She was done with this smug little brat. "I swear, you have a gift for subtly insulting people. Now, I'm running on three hours of sleep and pure sarcasm, so either you shut up and be polite or I dump hot coffee down the back of your shirt."

"You wouldn't." Okay, he definitely looked more murdery now. Dick looked nervous, like he'd seen this sort of thing happen before and wasn't keen on how it ended. But Najida couldn't back down.

"Don't tempt me."

Dick squeezed the kid's shoulder. "Seriously, behave. That was uncalled for."

Wonder of wonders, Damian finally was quiet, but his eyes were still glaring daggers at Najida as Dick hustled him out the door.

----

It was still as cold as it had been earlier when Najida got off of her shift. Unsurprisingly, her coat was still as ineffective as it had been that morning. But now it was darker, which was bad. The dark was when the shadier side of Gotham came out to play. She had to get home quick.

Najida was four blocks away from her house when she heard it. Footsteps, loud and ominous. More than one set too. And to top it all off, they were coming from right behind her.

Her heart sped up, frantically beating in her chest like a bird against the bars of a cage. This was not good. This was very bad. A tidal wave of panic swept through her as the footsteps got closer and closer. She tugged her jacket close to her, as if it might provide some sort of protection.

It could be nothing, but she wasn't taking that chance. She sped up a little, clenching her hands into fists. She needed to get away. Just a few more blocks, and then she could lock the door and she'd be safe.

Just as she was ready to scream from the tension, it happened. Something cold, hard, and shaped like a circle pressed hard into the back of her head.

"Don't move." The voice was colder than the metal, if that was even possible. "Walk straight into the alley or I'll blow your brains out."

Trembling, Najida obeyed. It sounded childish and stupid even to her own ears, but she didn't want to die. Hell, she didn't even want to be shot. It sounded painful and scary and generally like something she wanted to avoid.

It was hesitant and small, but she finally managed to find her voice. "What do you want?"

The man lowered his gun, the pressure on her head from the weapon thankfully easing as he did so. "Turn around so I can see you."

That was definitely not a tone she liked. Not only was it threatening, it was also creepy. Reluctantly, she turned to face her attacker.

He was big and brawny, with day-old stubble, greasy hair, and a whole lot of tattoos. Bloodshot eyes looked her up and down like she was his latest catch.

Okay, bad train of thought.

Glancing at the entrance, she saw that it was blocked by several other thugs, all either muscular or with weapons. Plus, the gun their leader had was still pointed at her. So escape wasn't an option. Great. If escape wasn't possible, she really had only three other options. Give up, stall for time, or fight. Strangely, she wasn't that fond of the first one.

"What do you want?"

The leader grinned, showing a mouth full of sharp yellow teeth. "This ain't personal, kid. It's just business. Some rich guy in a suit's paying a whole lot of money for me and my boys to kill you."

He might have said more, but Najida had stopped listening. These people had been paid to kill her. Why? And for what purpose?

With a concerted effort, she managed to focus on the man in front of her. He was still smiling, to her frustration. Either her distress gave him pleasure, or he was just an idiot.

Whatever. She'd ponder the scary piece of information he'd just given her later. If there was a later. Right now, she needed to try not to die.

"Now, the suit said we had to kill you. But he also said we had to make it look messy. So this next bit's gonna be both business and pleasure for me." Tossing his gun to one of his cronies, the man in front of Najida moved forward, arms out and hands reaching for her.

This was only getting scarier by the second. She knew what was going to happen next if she didn't do something. She knew she had to fight back. But she also knew that she stood no chance against him with nothing but her tiny fists.

Okay, so she had the basic outline of a plan. Time to do what she did best and improvise.

The wooden plank was heavy in her hands as she picked it up, holding it out in front of her like a shield. Silently, she thanked whatever person threw out their empty fruit crate.

She knew she'd read something in the Quran about not harming people, and this was pretty much the exact opposite of that. But she was being marked for death by a shadowy biotechnology company. Maybe that could be an exception to the rule?

Ah, hell. He'd probably understand.

As the man lunged for her, she yelled a war cry, swinging the board with all the strength she had. It smashed over his head with a sharp crack, and he let out a howl of pain. He wobbled, swaying on his feet as the pieces of the board fell to the ground.

One minute went by, then two. At the three-minute mark, she cursed as the man struggled to a standing position, blood streaming from the top of his head and pure hate in his eyes.

Great. All she'd done was throw away her only advantage and make things worse. Still, it was better than having done nothing.

"You're dead, you bitch!" he spat. Najida's mouth went dry as she spotted a glint of silver in his hand. Of course he'd have another weapon. It looked like a knife, and a sharp one too. Or was it the gun he'd threatened her with? She didn't know. Panic tended to do things to one's memory and vision. Whatever it was he had, that man was going to kill her.

She turned her head to the sky, closing her eyes. "Yaa Allaha, yaghfir li wahramani wadaeuni tasil 'iilaa rafiq ealaa."

Oh Allah, forgive me and have mercy on me and let me reach the Companion on high.

Just as the man's hand grabbed her arm, wrenching it painfully and forcing her back into the brick, she heard it. Or rather, them.

Four soft thuds. That was all the warning she got that her world was about to change forever. Even from her uncomfortable position against the wall, she'd have a hard time not seeing the people who were dropping from the roof up above.

The first person to land was garbed in black and blue, an unmistakable chevron design across his chest and a black domino mask obscuring his identity. Two metal sticks hung in a distinctive X across his back. Nightwing.

The second person to land had a dark brown jacket, a gray uniform with a red bat insignia on the chest, and a red metal hood covering his entire head. He held two guns in his hands, the weapons trained squarely on the thugs. The Red Hood.

The third person to land didn't technically land at all. Wearing a black and red uniform, he had the same domino mask as the first person, but he also had red bladed wings stretching out from his back. He twirled a bo staff with the ease of an expert, clearly excited to fight. Red Robin.

The fourth person to land was smaller than the rest. He had a yellow and black hooded cape, green domino mask and gloves, a red tunic, gray pants, and a golden R on the right side of his chest. Two-Batarangs, she thought they were called-were in his hands, tensed and ready to let fly. Robin.

Najida's eyes widened. This just got even more serious.

(To be continued! Part 2 will be up soon!)

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chillykitty · 5 years

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OC tober #5 Lost

(aaaaaaaaaaaaanother prompt from @oc-growth-and-development ‘s OC tober aaaaa read it in order here aaaaaa)

Barter didn’t have to travel for long before she started hear the distant mumbles and hoofsteps of a busy village of ponies. Her ear perked and she grinned as she picked up speed. She hoped this village had a market or at least another pony who’d wish to trade.

Perhaps they’d have an inn for her to spend the day in, she’d never seen an inn before but they were in plenty of her books, and she was getting quite tired.

The chorus of ponies got louder, causing her to pick up her pace, she would've galloped if galloping wasn't so hard under the weight of her saddlebags. With a burst of energy, she broke away from the trees. Leaving the jungle behind her, she lifted one side off her blindfold to see a town not far away. She raced to it, still not galloping, but going as fast as she could.

She stopped and looked around, her was a large statue of a pegasus and several triangular buildings. The ponies around her walked at a steady pass, stopping to talk to one another. They hardly seemed to be celebrating, but she did notice a few piles of snow and several wreaths, signifying that they were at least going to celebrate Hearth’s Warming. The thought of spending Hearth’s Warming brought a smile to her muzzle.

Her smile was cut short when she heard something, “Okay, how about a pie for those earrings?”

She whipped her head around to see a unicorn mare who head set up shop on a blanket, bartering with a stallion.

“A pie? Sir, these are crafted from pure gold.”

“Two pies?”

“Now that’s more reasonable, you’re lucky I'm hungry.”

As the stallion trotted away and the mare tucked the earrings into a satchel, likely saving them for when the stallion brought the pies, Barter stepped towards her.

"Um," she said, her heart beating out of her chest, "Excuse me, Miss."

The pale pink mare looked up at Barter.

Barter smiled, "Well, hello I-"

"What's wrong with your eye?!" The fear on the mare's face was obvious.

Barter took a step back, she hadn’t thought about ponies who’d never seen batponies before. They hadn’t been in hiding for that long, she just assumed that the diurnals would know what slit eyes meant. She relaxed, preparing to explain her species to this unknown pony, “Oh I’m a bat-”

“Why’s her wings like that?”

Barter turned to see a young colt point at her with a small, feathery wings. His mother spoke up before even looking at Barter, “Sweetie, it’s impolite to-” When her eyes locked with barter she almost jumped out of her feathers, “What is that?!”

Barter furrowed her eyebrows, “I’m a batpony.” she turned.

“It has fangs!” Was all the foal said, bringing the attention of the nearby villagers.

“Yes, because I’m a batpony.” she turned to the colt.

The pink mare gasped, “It’s wings are made of leather!” As she turned, she must’ve given the perfect view of her wings to the merchant.

“They’re made of skin,” She whipped her head back around. Seeing the horror that showed on the diurnal’s face, she realized her mistake, “My own skin, it’s just like pegasus feathers.”

“That’s nothing like my wings!” An offended pegasus declared from the crowd.

Barter scoffed, she turned back to the merchant, “Look, I was just asking for directions. Do you have an inn?”

“Why would I tell you, Monster?”

Barter took a step back. Monster? How could any pony call another pony a monster? She wasn’t a dragon or a griffon. “I’m a pony.”

“Ponies don’t have fangs.” One voice shouted, Barter’s ear swiveled to listen to it instinctively, “Fangs are for eating meat.”

“They’re for hunting bugs.” Barter defended as tears began stinging her eyes, “And drinking from fruits.”

“Ponies don’t eat bugs.”

“Do you think it eats ponies?”

“It must suck blood like a bat sucks fruit.”

“I would never-” Barter gasped only to be cut off again by a cacophony of voices she only wished she couldn’t hear. Why did her ears have to detect every little insult that came her way?

“Go away Monster!”

“You should have never came!”

“Kill it before it hurts somepony!”

Everything from loudest of screams to quietest ‘tch’ made its way to Barter. She shook her head and backed away, pushing against the crowd as they closed in on her. She shoved ponies out of her way as she tried to force herself out of town and back to the jungle, at least there it was quiet.

“Make it show it’s face!”

Somepony called out a command and a nearby diurnal was more than happy to oblige. The stallion ripped of her sash, exposing her other eye to the harsh light of day.

She cried out in pain as the light of noon hit both eyes at once. She shrunk away from the sky, letting out uncontrollable sobbing. She still shoved her way through, pushing against ponies and eventually spreading her leathery wings to help boost her past the ponies.

However her wings worked a little too well and cause nearly every diurnal to gasp and back away. Before Barter had even realized that her wing had scared them, she galloped. Actually galloped, despite the weight on her back. Her eyes shut tight against cruel daylight.

The shade of the jungle was helpful but not nearly enough to allow her to open her eyes. She could barely feel herself breath, though she definitely felt her heart beat out of her chest, and not in a good way.

She ran and ran, narrowly avoiding hitting most trees head on, though plenty of roots snagged at her hooves and tough bark slammed into her half spread wings. The the foliage she trampled got pushed into the dirt with how hard she galloped, but she good barely feel her hooves even touching the ground.

She wanted to go home, back to the caves, to be cradled and scolded by her family. She wanted to promise that she’d never do anythhing so stupid again, she’d be fine with being tormented by her peers for the rest of life if sh never lived this down. She just wanted to go back to the darkness and not be called a monster. Head head stung as she turned and opened her eyes for half a second. She couldn’t tell where she was or where the cave was. He ears swiveled around as she ran, trying to detect a distant echo that could’ve been coming from her home. She took step after step until there was no other step left to take.

She accidentally shot herself forward and opened her eyes as she fell into the trees below.

She slammed into a branch that knocked the air from her. She gasped, falling further before quickly hitting another branch broke under the weight of her.

She tossed and turned for a few terrifying moments but eventually found herself on the ground, sore all over and covered in vines and sticks. She looked up for a split second and concluded that her bags had ripped and her things fell everywhere, she slammed her eyes shut again. It was too painful to keep them open. It was too painful to move at all.

So she stayed exactly where she was and she cried. It was an unbearably ugly cry mixed with wails and sobs. Hot tears stained her coat and her shack breaths between her cries could’ve been heard by a batpony a mile away.

Why did they call her a monster? She wasn’t that different. She should have known how ponies reacted to those who were different though, she read the books on the founding of Equestria.

She was stupid. So utterly stupid. “I’m an idiot.” she wept. She should’ve never left her caves. She should’ve never seen that sunrise.

She wasn’t sure how long she laid her before she heard something stir.

“Hello?” She called, still unable to move. She feared the worse, what if it was wild cat ready to eat her? Well, being eaten would be easier that try to find her cave at this moment.

“What have we here? It’s an injured pony, I fear.”

A deep, heavily accented voice spoke in rhyme. Barter flashed her eyes open, but the stranger had not walked close enough for her to see.

“I have lived in this land for quite some time but never have I heard such dreadful crying.” the stranger continued stepping closer.

Barter looked again, she saw a vaguely pony shaped thing, but it had stripes like she’d never seen. “What are you?” she mumbled.

“What am I? Well I am me. The only zebra I assume you’ve ever seen?”

Barter looked again and successfully kept one eye painfully open. “Zebra?” The non-pony nodded, “What are you doing here? It’s sounds like we’re pretty deep in the forest.” she swerved her ears and failed to here any shouts of the outside world.

“Oh yes we are, the nearest ponies are quite far. I heard a friend call for my help, the bird pointed me towards your yelp.” he said.

“The parrot?” She asked, gratitude swelled in her heart.

“Indeed she is and she awaits, my home is not far and it’s getting late. Come with me, young filly.”

Barter raised an eyebrow, “It’s midday.”

“It’s lunchtime for me and rest time for you, I may not be a pony but I know a thing or two.” he winked.

Barter’s glee must’ve shown on her face, a creature who knew she was a batpony and not a monster! She struggled but got up at once, her muscles screamed at her to stop but she didn’t listen.

“Leave your things for now, they will be safe. First we heal your wounds at my place.” The zebra said, helping her up and allowing her to lean on him as he lead in some direction. She let her eyes shut, she trusted him, she didn’t know if she should but she did. And even if he was about to sacrifice her in a pot of stew, or something absurd like that, she was in no position to escape, so why worry? Though he didn’t seem like a pony who’d do that. Or zebra, rather.

#oc tober #mlp #mlp fanfic #mlp oc #oc

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