#WHY WOULD Y’ALL BRING BACK ONE TWIN JUST TO KILL OFF THE OTHER
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Things in the HP fandom that ✨just don’t make sense✨
Ship wars
Loving Draco but hating on Ron
Calling Snape abusive while glossing over the fact that the series takes place in an old-fashioned magic school 30 years ago.
Thinking it’s valid that just because you hate a character you can disregard their trauma
Wolfstar shippers who bash Tonks for no good reason (you can obviously not ship Remadora and ship Wolfstar, but why hate on her when she genuinely did nothing bad?)
Insisting that George should’ve died instead of Fred (that’s so disturbing??? wtf is wrong with y’all?)
Excusing literally everything the Marauders did by saying “they’re just kids” and not acknowledging that Snape was the same age
Hating on Cho, Fleur, Tonks, and Lavender (hm I wonder what they all have in common)
Hating Percy when he has an extremely realistic and understandable story and felt genuinely overlooked by his family (which he was).
Calling 9 year old Snape a creepy stalker
Acting like Hagrid was a perfect angel just because he was kind to Harry
#if any one of y’all wanna bash percy or ron or the women i’ve mentioned you can gladly fuck off#i’ve had this saved in drafts for a couple of days#about time i posted it#also#WHY WOULD Y’ALL BRING BACK ONE TWIN JUST TO KILL OFF THE OTHER#@ anyone who says this pls get help and leave george alone#harry potter#severus snape#hp#anti snaters#anti marauder stans#anti wolfstar#(just their shippers but wtv)#pro snape#pro severus snape#snape#percy weasley#pro percy weasley#nymphadora tonks#dora tonks#tonks#pro nymphadora tonks#lavender brown#cho chang#fleur delacour#ron weasley#pro ron weasley
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Illogical Reasoning Chapter 2: Classified
Here’s chapter 2! I hope y’all like it. Please leave a comment, it helps me out a lot! You can also find this fic on ao3, same name :)
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Summary: Nina and Will Holmes have lived in Beacon Hills, California, for a little over a year by the start of their sophomore year of high school. In their time in the small town, Beacon Hills has always been quiet and boring. On the first day of school, the lower half of a Jane Doe is found in the woods; a Jane Doe that only Nina and Will seem to believe was murdered. Per their mother Imogen’s pleas, the twins agree to stick to the sidelines and let the police do their job, but it’s hard to do when every new development drags them closer and closer to the center of this case.
“How can this medical examiner possibly believe it was an animal attack?” Nina demanded, frustrated by the most recent news to come out about the woman’s body cut in half. She was finally identified as Laura Hale, Derek Hale’s sister. And instead of murder, the medical examiner in San Francisco had deemed it an animal attack. As soon as the news had covered it that morning, Nina dragged Will out the door and to the police station.
The sheriff sighed, running his hand over his face. “Look, Nina, you and Will have given a lot of useful tips over the past year you’ve been here. But all evidence points to it being an animal attack and nothing more.”
Will’s nose scrunched up in disbelief. “What animal is capable of slicing a grown woman in half?”
Another long sigh. “Our medical examiner in Sacramento still isn’t sure. We found wolf fibers on the body—”
“There are no wolves in this part of California!” What was with these people and not knowing their own geography? “And they don’t hunt for sport! There were only bite marks found on her, not any pieces taken out. She was still fully intact except for the slicing part.”
Sheriff Stilinski stared at her for a beat. “That part wasn’t released to the public. Did Stiles tell you that?” No, but he’d indirectly confirmed it, and Nina decided to let that count as telling her. She nodded, and the sheriff closed his eyes. “So, what, you think Derek Hale did it after all?”
“Hardly,” Nina scoffed. “Why would he go through the trouble of cutting his own sister in half and only burying part of her if he’d been the one to kill her? That makes no sense.”
Stilinski leaned forward in his chair, letting his elbows rest on his desk. “Look, Kid, I hear you. It doesn’t seem right to me, either. But that’s what the medical examiner determined, and we don’t have anything else to go off of.”
At that moment, a deputy burst into the room, and Nina and Will noticed heightened activity in the rest of the precinct. “A man was attacked on one of the buses at Beacon Hills High School, Sir. He’s still alive, an ambulance is bringing him to the hospital now.”
Nina and Will shared a look before turning to the sheriff, who was now standing. “I have to go. Have a good day at sch— uh, just have a good day.”
~~~
Nina sat on the opposite side of Allison at the lunch table, which just so happened to be next to Stiles. He sent her an awkward smile which she didn’t return as she pulled a fifty dollar bill out of her pocket. “There,” She said, handing it to Scott.
Scott looked down at the money, then back at her. “What is this?”
“It’s your portion of what I won from the bets I placed on you,” She explained. “Twenty-five per goal, then triple that for the winning goal. All together I made one twenty-five.”
“Oh.” Scott stared at it for a second before pocketing the money. “Thanks.”
“Keep it up, and you’ll get more. I’ll add in some bets about you doing weird flips and shit.”
Everyone else sat down around them, Lydia on the other side of Scott and Danny on the other side of Stiles. At the head of the table was one of Jackson’s friends, until Jackson approached and demanded he move.
“How come you never ask Danny to get up?” He asked.
Danny smiled. “Because I don’t stare at his girlfriend’s coin slot.”
“Classy, Daniel.” Nina rolled her eyes and opened her lunch box.
“You know me,” Danny grinned over at her. “So, I heard it was some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar?”
Nina tutted, stabbing into her lunch with a fork. “Jackson, you’ve got to keep a closer eye on your mum.” Stiles snorted, being one of the few to dare laugh at a joke made at Jackson’s expense. Allison and Scott also appeared to find it funny, but they only smiled.
To Jackson’s credit, he didn’t dignify her comment with a response. “I heard mountain lion,” He said, ignoring her completely to respond to Danny.
“A cougar is a mountain lion,” Lydia corrected, busy opening a container of jello. She then looked up at Jackson and gave him her classic doe eyes. “Isn’t it?”
Nina scoffed. It looked like Lydia’s insistence on pretending to be dumber than Jackson extended itself to animal facts. “Look at us, learning our animals. Isn’t that exciting?”
“Who cares?” Jackson sneered. “The guy’s probably just some homeless tweaker who’s gonna die anyway.”
That was definitely one of the most abhorrent things he’s ever said. Nina glared at him. “Ah, yes. As we all know, only ‘homeless tweakers’ are capable of dying. For once in your life, can you at least pretend to be a human being?”
Before Jackson could respond, Stiles cut in with a livestream of the news, revealing the victim to be a man named Garrison Myers. Scott recognized him as his former bus driver.
“Can we talk about something a little more fun, please?” Lydia asked. “Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night?” She looked at Scott and Allison, who only stared blankly back. “You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?”
Allison swallowed what she had been eating. “Um, we were thinking of what we were going to do…”
“Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are going out, we are doing something fun. Nina, do you want to join?”
“I will cut off my hand with this fork right now,” Nina threatened, holding her fork above her wrist in order to convey that she did not want to join. Stiles leaned away, staring at her in shock.
It seemed that Scott and Allison were also less than thrilled. “Hanging out?” Scott repeated, turning to Allison. Stiles began shaking his head next to Nina. “Do you wanna hang out, like us… and them?”
“You can borrow my fork, if you’d like,” Nina offered. The dramatic threats against Nina’s own wellbeing were often the only thing Lydia listened to when it came to saying no. Maybe it would work if Allison or Scott tried it, but part of what made Nina unique was that she wasn’t afraid to follow through if it meant not having to interact with Jackson any more than strictly necessary.
Allison laughed hesitantly. “Uh, we’re fine, Nina. I think it sounds fun.” Allison obviously didn’t believe that, but Lydia didn’t care.
“You know what, Holmes, I agree with you for once. I would rather stab myself in the face with this fork,” Jackson nodded, holding up his own fork that Lydia batted away.
Nina’s brow rose in mock confusion. “Who told you that you could talk to me?”
“How about bowling?” Lydia gasped, also ignoring Nina at this point. “You love to bowl.”
Rolling her eyes again, Nina tuned out the rest of the verbal competition about bowling of all things.
~~~
The next night, Allison and Lydia were busy looking for something that Allison could wear to the double date while Nina did her homework on Allison’s bed. Each time the slink of a hanger slid out of the closet, Nina spared a glance, echoing Lydia’s sentiments of “dear god don’t wear that” and “please let me burn that for you.” It wasn’t until Lydia stood and took Allison’s place at the closet, picking out a black sparkly t-shirt that something adequate had been found. Still, Nina peered into the closet from her spot on the bed and spoke up. “Light pink, closer to the left.”
Lydia found what Nina was referring to and pulled it out, examining the shirt. It was a lot simpler than the rest of Allison’s closet, which was a bunch of garish patterns and prints. It looked like it would be more form fitting, with a square neckline and flowy sleeves. “I knew I kept you around for something,” Lydia replied, looking over at Nina with a smile.
“And here I thought it was my charming disposition.”
Without warning, the door opened, and Allison’s father stepped in, holding his coat.
“Dad, hello?” Allison said, staring at him expectantly.
Chris pulled on his coat, smiling at the three teenagers. It then faded at the look Allison was giving him. “Right, I’m sorry. I completely forgot to knock,” He apologized, gesturing back to the door.
Lydia fell back onto the bed in a seductive pose, right on Nina’s textbooks and papers. “Hi, Mister Argent,” She said cheerfully, propping her head up with her arm.
“Come on, now it’s going to be wrinkled,” Nina huffed.
Allison looked back at them, then Chris. “Dad, do you need something?”
“I wanted to tell you that you’ll be staying in tonight.”
Lydia deflated and frowned at Nina. “What?” Allison also deflated. “I’m going out with my friends tonight.”
“Not when some animal is out there attacking people,” Chris explained. Allison tried to protest, but he shushed her. “It’s out of my hands, there’s a curfew. No one’s allowed out past nine thirty pm. No more arguing, okay?”
Nina’s nose scrunched up as Chris left the room. “If that’s what your parents call arguing, they would have an aneurysm if they saw how my family communicates,” She snorted once the door shut.
Standing, Lydia faced Allison with a tight smile. “Someone’s Daddy’s Little Girl.”
“Sometimes,” Allison nodded, hugging herself. “But not tonight.” She pulled on her hat, going to the window and scoping the area below before opening it and climbing out. Nina and Lydia followed her to the window, but stayed inside.
“What are you doing?” Lydia demanded in a hushed whisper.
Rather than answering, Allison flipped off of the roof, landing on the ground below. “Eight years of gymnastics,” She smiled. “You coming?”
Lydia and Nina stared at each other in surprise, then looked back down at Allison. “We’ll take the stairs,” Lydia answered for the both of them.
After gathering their things, Lydia and Nina left the Argent residence, bidding farewell to Victoria on their way out. Allison met them near Lydia’s car, and thankfully for Nina, dissuaded Lydia from trying to rope her into going bowling with them after all.
~~~
When she arrived home, it took approximately two seconds for Will to call out her name. Nina sighed and went to his room, leaning against the doorframe. “What do you want? Hi, Isaac.”
Isaac Lahey offered Nina a small smile as he returned the greeting. He was still getting used to being at their apartment, where he wasn’t made to feel like a nuisance. It hadn’t taken long to learn the true nature of Isaac’s home life, when they had seen how he behaved around Coach Finstock. Back in their first year at Beacon Hills High School, Will had surprisingly gone out of his way to befriend the boy. The only thing that had stopped them or their mother from reporting Isaac’s situation to the police was his own insistence that he didn’t have any other family, and the American child ‘protection’ system was a nightmare. Their best bet was having Isaac over as often as possible, and the curfew was a handy new excuse.
At his desk, Will was typing out what looked like a case file before he slid his chair away from his desk, gesturing to his laptop. “Before he was a bus driver, Myers was an insurance investigator. I found his cases with the company he used to work for.”
“Odd choice in career change,” Nina mused, taking a closer look at the screen. Will had two windows open on his laptop, one with the case information, and the other with his own notes on everything he had gathered. Myers’ obituary, the insurance agency he’d previously worked for, the police files reported earlier that day, and the hospital records entailing his injuries… and death. Most recently updated only an hour prior, when Nina was at Allison’s. She’d never checked the news.
“Maybe he just really liked kids.”
Nina couldn’t tell if Isaac’s comment was a joke or not, but Will laughed. She scrolled through his history at the insurance company and looked back at Will. “His last case was the Hale house fire. If his obituary is accurate, he became a bus driver shortly after.” Ten years since his report on the fire, and nine years of being a school bus driver.
Will nodded. “So, also probably not an animal attack.” He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees.
Her brow furrowed. “It’s more in line with one, though,” Nina argued. She pulled up the police report of the attack and skimmed through it. “A seat was ripped from the back of the bus and appeared to be thrown to the front. A human can’t do that.”
“And an animal can?” He countered, brow raised. “Come on, Nini. You’re smarter than that.”
She scowled. He was right. When Nina was at work earlier that afternoon, Deaton had shown her the photographs that the sheriff left the day before, during the shift Scott had covered for her. Her boss explained that there could be a wolf in Beacon Hills after all, but that the injuries Myers sustained didn’t line up with a wolf attack. Nina was mostly just grumpy that she was wrong more than once that week. “So the police should be looking for a human being capable of ripping an entire bus seat from the five-inch screws holding it to thick metal,” Nina reiterated, hoping to gain back some of her dignity by making Will feel stupid.
It didn’t work, as he only shrugged. “We don’t know the quality of the metal or how many drugs the person might have been on.”
Finally having enough of being a fly on the wall, Isaac gave his two cents. “And, y’know, there’s that whole thing about being able to lift cars off of your child when in a crisis. The inhibitors in your brain that tell you something will cause you pain shut off.” Nina rolled her eyes, and Isaac stammered. “I mean, it’s also a far stretch to say that a human could have done that. A bear could be capable of doing that.”
“A bear capable of that strength can’t fit in a school bus,” Nina sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Myers’ attacker is also a human, then. Probably the same person, if their angle is making the deaths look like animal attacks.” Isaac and Will both nodded. If it was the same person, their possible motive was getting rid of loose ends regarding the fire.
“It couldn’t be anyone that survived the fire, they would have no reason to murder both parties,” Will explained, taking his spot back in front of the computer as Nina stepped away.
Just as she was about to argue that it was way too early to make that assumption, the twins’ mother appeared in the doorway with a knock. “Isaac, John gave the okay for you to stay the weekend. Is there anything I can get for you?”
Isaac smiled at Imogen. “I’m alright, Miss Holmes.”
“Jen, Isaac. You know the drill by now.” She leaned against the doorframe and turned to Will and Nina, her eyes narrowing. “No,” She stated, pointing at the laptop.
Will held his hands out, swiveling his head around as he gave the other teenagers an innocent look. “What do you mean, no? I’m just sitting here—”
“No.” Jen rolled her eyes and entered the room, causing Will to move as she inspected the laptop. “You’re obvious, Darling. You almost got arrested the last time you did this.”
Isaac’s brow furrowed. “Wait, what we’re doing is illegal?”
“Technically.”
“Not technically,” Jen corrected. “Fully illegal. You’re lucky the last case you did this for didn’t get thrown out because of you two!”
“It wasn’t because of us, it was because the police weren’t able to see the facts—”
“Yes, well, it’s very easy to obtain the facts when you don’t have to follow procedure, William. Inserting yourself into investigations is dangerous. If you don’t stop this, I’m going to confiscate your computer.”
“I can still use my phone.”
Jen placed her hands on her hips. “I’ll take that too, then.”
“Why?” Will lounged back in his chair as Nina and Isaac watched the interaction. “There’s a killer on the loose, keeping me and Nina in the dark isn’t going to keep us safe in any way. That’s why we’re here in the first place, isn’t it? To be safe?”
It was a sore subject for the entire family. When Jen’s brother Mycroft, the twins’ uncle, decided they were ‘unsafe’ in London and demanded they leave, he gave no explanation to anyone. He had gone as far as threatening Jen’s financial status and career, along with the twins’ future opportunities if she refused. He even had his own plans on where they would go, but Jen took them to Beacon Hills instead.
Jen sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fine. You can keep doing your own research, but you can’t get involved. I don’t care if someone is getting murdered right in front of you, alright? That goes for all of you.”
As Jen stared pointedly at each teenager, they all agreed. Once she left the room, Will glared at Nina and Isaac. “Thanks for making me take her on by myself.”
“You didn’t stop talking long enough for either of us to step in,” Nina replied. She also left, quickly taking a moment to wish them goodnight. “Let me know if you find anything else that’s significant.”
Only Isaac replied, and Nina went to her own room to finish her homework for the night.
~~~
Nina’s migraines were bad enough to wake her up at two in the morning, and she wasn’t able to go back to sleep until an hour before her first university class. Because of that, she had decided to skip that morning. By the time her high school classes began, Nina was feeling well enough to attend. She had made it through her three classes before she found her migraine returning, as she walked down the hall with Lydia and Allison to their lockers. “Scott’s coming over?” Lydia asked, throwing Allison a teasing smirk.
“Tonight,” Allison answered with a shy smile. “We’re just studying together.”
“‘Just studying” never ends with just studying,” Lydia grinned. “It’s like… getting into a hot tub. Somebody eventually cops a feel.”
Allison looked between Nina and Lydia with wide eyes. “Wait, so what are you saying?”
Lydia paused on the stairs. “I’m just saying, you know, make sure he covers up.” When Allison only stared blankly, Lydia laughed. “Hello, Snow White! Do it with a condom!”
“Are you kidding? After one date?”
Lydia scoffed. “Don’t be a total prude. Give him a little taste.”
If rolling her eyes wouldn’t cause even more pain, Nina would have done so. “And that is reason three hundred and forty-nine as to why Lydia needs to break up with Jackson.”
Turning back, Lydia gave her a sardonic smile. “And that is reason three hundred and fifty as to why Nina has never had a boyfriend.”
“Reason three hundred and fifty-one is that boys are annoying,” Nina laughed. She turned to Allison, who appeared to be in her own head. “Allison, you don’t have to give him anything. Go at your own pace. Lydia is right about the condoms, though, if you do decide to go for it. And if Scott tries to pressure you or force anything, here’s how you can damage his windpipe in a way that isn’t fatal if he gets to the hospital on time.”
“I think I’ll be okay,” Allison said with an awkward laugh, pushing Nina’s hands down as she got ready to demonstrate the self-defense move her uncle had taught her. She then pulled her hands back and looked around before speaking again in a low whisper. “But, um, how much is a “little taste?’”
As Lydia and Allison discussed the girl’s growing feelings for Scott, Nina felt the familiar sensation of an ice pick stabbing through her eye. Her eyes screwed shut, the sudden pain taking her breath away. That was all routine. What wasn’t normal, however, was the stench that filled her nose. It was almost enough to make her vomit. Nina covered her nose and mouth with her hand and looked at Allison and Lydia, who were staring back at her. “What is that smell?” She asked, the intensity of the smell and her migraine combining to bring tears to her eyes.
“What smell?” Allison asked, her brow furrowed as she reached out to touch Nina’s shoulder. “Are you feeling okay? Should we bring you to the nurse?”
“Yeah, Allison, she looks great,” Lydia snapped. She pulled out her phone and immediately began typing. “The nurse’s office will be closed by now. I’m telling Will that he has to drive home. Nina, do you have your medication on you?”
“I already took it earlier. Are you sure you don’t smell anything?”
“Like what?”
Sweat, blood, rotting plants and flesh. It smelled like death.
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🧠 about the siblings!
🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?
Oh gosh I had to think about this
For Elio, I think I love how edgy and angsty he is lol. I love the fact that he puts on this edgy, serious, mysterious facade but in reality he’s a very caring person who would do anything for the people he loves. I also love drawing his hair and putting him in fancy outfits. :]
For Lyra, I’d have to say that I love who she is as a person. Design wise, Lyra is inspired by season 3 Amity Blight from the owl house and Aubrey from omori, but her personality is much more like Carmen’s from the 2019 Carmen Sandiego Netflix reboot. Although she seems scary he is an incredibly empathetic person. They have only killed people who have hurt herself or others and even then struggled to bring themself to actually kill a person. Anything they steal has already been stolen for selfish and personal reasons, so he steals it and gives it back to whoever the stuff belonged to. Lyra does their vigilante/super thief stuff to help others and would never purposefully hurt innocents.
For the twins, well first off I LOVE that one of leading characters in my story is aroace and that the other leading character is trans male. I don’t know why, but that makes me really happy. Anyways I also love their designs. I love how they compliment and match each other yet they still appear different enough to be their own people and that they could stand on their own. I myself am the youngest child with two older siblings, so I pretty much took some different aspects of myself and split them into two different characters. I love how fun they are to write. I love how silly they are and how fun they are to draw. SGSJDHDSKDBDB I just love them so much
Anyways, sorry for rambling so much, I wasn’t too sure how to respond to this with precise answers so I guess y’all get some more info on my babies lol
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Illogical Reasoning Chapter 2: Classified
** originally posted to @michael-yagoobian
Here’s chapter 2! I hope y’all like it. Please leave a comment and reblog, it helps me out a lot! You can also find this fic on ao3, same name and username :)
Ao3 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Summary: Nina and Will Holmes have lived in Beacon Hills, California, for a little over a year by the start of their sophomore year of high school. In their time in the small town, Beacon Hills has always been quiet and boring. On the first day of school, the lower half of a Jane Doe is found in the woods; a Jane Doe that only Nina and Will seem to believe was murdered. Per their mother Imogen’s pleas, the twins agree to stick to the sidelines and let the police do their job, but it’s hard to do when every new development drags them closer and closer to the center of this case.
“How can this medical examiner possibly believe it was an animal attack?” Nina demanded, frustrated by the most recent news to come out about the woman’s body cut in half. She was finally identified as Laura Hale, Derek Hale’s sister. And instead of murder, the medical examiner in San Francisco had deemed it an animal attack. As soon as the news had covered it that morning, Nina dragged Will out the door and to the police station.
The sheriff sighed, running his hand over his face. “Look, Nina, you and Will have given a lot of useful tips over the past year you’ve been here. But all evidence points to it being an animal attack and nothing more.”
Will’s nose scrunched up in disbelief. “What animal is capable of slicing a grown woman in half?”
Another long sigh. “Our medical examiner in Sacramento still isn’t sure. We found wolf fibers on the body—”
“There are no wolves in this part of California!” What was with these people and not knowing their own geography? “And they don’t hunt for sport! There were only bite marks found on her, not any pieces taken out. She was still fully intact except for the slicing part.”
Sheriff Stilinski stared at her for a beat. “That part wasn’t released to the public. Did Stiles tell you that?” No, but he’d indirectly confirmed it, and Nina decided to let that count as telling her. She nodded, and the sheriff closed his eyes. “So, what, you think Derek Hale did it after all?”
“Hardly,” Nina scoffed. “Why would he go through the trouble of cutting his own sister in half and only burying part of her if he’d been the one to kill her? That makes no sense.”
Stilinski leaned forward in his chair, letting his elbows rest on his desk. “Look, Kid, I hear you. It doesn’t seem right to me, either. But that’s what the medical examiner determined, and we don’t have anything else to go off of.”
At that moment, a deputy burst into the room, and Nina and Will noticed heightened activity in the rest of the precinct. “A man was attacked on one of the buses at Beacon Hills High School, Sir. He’s still alive, an ambulance is bringing him to the hospital now.”
Nina and Will shared a look before turning to the sheriff, who was now standing. “I have to go. Have a good day at sch— uh, just have a good day.”
~~~
Nina sat on the opposite side of Allison at the lunch table, which just so happened to be next to Stiles. He sent her an awkward smile which she didn’t return as she pulled a fifty dollar bill out of her pocket. “There,” She said, handing it to Scott.
Scott looked down at the money, then back at her. “What is this?”
“It’s your portion of what I won from the bets I placed on you,” She explained. “Twenty-five per goal, then triple that for the winning goal. All together I made one twenty-five.”
“Oh.” Scott stared at it for a second before pocketing the money. “Thanks.”
“Keep it up, and you’ll get more. I’ll add in some bets about you doing weird flips and shit.”
Everyone else sat down around them, Lydia on the other side of Scott and Danny on the other side of Stiles. At the head of the table was one of Jackson’s friends, until Jackson approached and demanded he move.
“How come you never ask Danny to get up?” He asked.
Danny smiled. “Because I don’t stare at his girlfriend’s coin slot.”
“Classy, Daniel.” Nina rolled her eyes and opened her lunch box.
“You know me,” Danny grinned over at her. “So, I heard it was some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar?”
Nina tutted, stabbing into her lunch with a fork. “Jackson, you’ve got to keep a closer eye on your mum.” Stiles snorted, being one of the few to dare laugh at a joke made at Jackson’s expense. Allison and Scott also appeared to find it funny, but they only smiled.
To Jackson’s credit, he didn’t dignify her comment with a response. “I heard mountain lion,” He said, ignoring her completely to respond to Danny.
“A cougar is a mountain lion,” Lydia corrected, busy opening a container of jello. She then looked up at Jackson and gave him her classic doe eyes. “Isn’t it?”
Nina scoffed. It looked like Lydia’s insistence on pretending to be dumber than Jackson extended itself to animal facts. “Look at us, learning our animals. Isn’t that exciting?”
“Who cares?” Jackson sneered. “The guy’s probably just some homeless tweaker who’s gonna die anyway.”
That was definitely one of the most abhorrent things he’s ever said. Nina glared at him. “Ah, yes. As we all know, only ‘homeless tweakers’ are capable of dying. For once in your life, can you at least pretend to be a human being?”
Before Jackson could respond, Stiles cut in with a livestream of the news, revealing the victim to be a man named Garrison Myers. Scott recognized him as his former bus driver.
“Can we talk about something a little more fun, please?” Lydia asked. “Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night?” She looked at Scott and Allison, who only stared blankly back. “You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?”
Allison swallowed what she had been eating. “Um, we were thinking of what we were going to do…”
“Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are going out, we are doing something fun. Nina, do you want to join?”
“I will cut off my hand with this fork right now,” Nina threatened, holding her fork above her wrist in order to convey that she did not want to join. Stiles leaned away, staring at her in shock.
It seemed that Scott and Allison were also less than thrilled. “Hanging out?” Scott repeated, turning to Allison. Stiles began shaking his head next to Nina. “Do you wanna hang out, like us… and them?”
“You can borrow my fork, if you’d like,” Nina offered. The dramatic threats against Nina’s own wellbeing were often the only thing Lydia listened to when it came to saying no. Maybe it would work if Allison or Scott tried it, but part of what made Nina unique was that she wasn’t afraid to follow through if it meant not having to interact with Jackson any more than strictly necessary.
Allison laughed hesitantly. “Uh, we’re fine, Nina. I think it sounds fun.” Allison obviously didn’t believe that, but Lydia didn’t care.
“You know what, Holmes, I agree with you for once. I would rather stab myself in the face with this fork,” Jackson nodded, holding up his own fork that Lydia batted away.
Nina’s brow rose in mock confusion. “Who told you that you could talk to me?”
“How about bowling?” Lydia gasped, also ignoring Nina at this point. “You love to bowl.”
Rolling her eyes again, Nina tuned out the rest of the verbal competition about bowling of all things.
~~~
The next night, Allison and Lydia were busy looking for something that Allison could wear to the double date while Nina did her homework on Allison’s bed. Each time the slink of a hanger slid out of the closet, Nina spared a glance, echoing Lydia’s sentiments of “dear god don’t wear that” and “please let me burn that for you.” It wasn’t until Lydia stood and took Allison’s place at the closet, picking out a black sparkly t-shirt that something adequate had been found. Still, Nina peered into the closet from her spot on the bed and spoke up. “Light pink, closer to the left.”
Lydia found what Nina was referring to and pulled it out, examining the shirt. It was a lot simpler than the rest of Allison’s closet, which was a bunch of garish patterns and prints. It looked like it would be more form fitting, with a square neckline and flowy sleeves. “I knew I kept you around for something,” Lydia replied, looking over at Nina with a smile.
“And here I thought it was my charming disposition.”
Without warning, the door opened, and Allison’s father stepped in, holding his coat.
“Dad, hello?” Allison said, staring at him expectantly.
Chris pulled on his coat, smiling at the three teenagers. It then faded at the look Allison was giving him. “Right, I’m sorry. I completely forgot to knock,” He apologized, gesturing back to the door.
Lydia fell back onto the bed in a seductive pose, right on Nina’s textbooks and papers. “Hi, Mister Argent,” She said cheerfully, propping her head up with her arm.
“Come on, now it’s going to be wrinkled,” Nina huffed.
Allison looked back at them, then Chris. “Dad, do you need something?”
“I wanted to tell you that you’ll be staying in tonight.”
Lydia deflated and frowned at Nina. “What?” Allison also deflated. “I’m going out with my friends tonight.”
“Not when some animal is out there attacking people,” Chris explained. Allison tried to protest, but he shushed her. “It’s out of my hands, there’s a curfew. No one’s allowed out past nine thirty pm. No more arguing, okay?”
Nina’s nose scrunched up as Chris left the room. “If that’s what your parents call arguing, they would have an aneurysm if they saw how my family communicates,” She snorted once the door shut.
Standing, Lydia faced Allison with a tight smile. “Someone’s Daddy’s Little Girl.”
“Sometimes,” Allison nodded, hugging herself. “But not tonight.” She pulled on her hat, going to the window and scoping the area below before opening it and climbing out. Nina and Lydia followed her to the window, but stayed inside.
“What are you doing?” Lydia demanded in a hushed whisper.
Rather than answering, Allison flipped off of the roof, landing on the ground below. “Eight years of gymnastics,” She smiled. “You coming?”
Lydia and Nina stared at each other in surprise, then looked back down at Allison. “We’ll take the stairs,” Lydia answered for the both of them.
After gathering their things, Lydia and Nina left the Argent residence, bidding farewell to Victoria on their way out. Allison met them near Lydia’s car, and thankfully for Nina, dissuaded Lydia from trying to rope her into going bowling with them after all.
~~~
When she arrived home, it took approximately two seconds for Will to call out her name. Nina sighed and went to his room, leaning against the doorframe. “What do you want? Hi, Isaac.”
Isaac Lahey offered Nina a small smile as he returned the greeting. He was still getting used to being at their apartment, where he wasn’t made to feel like a nuisance. It hadn’t taken long to learn the true nature of Isaac’s home life, when they had seen how he behaved around Coach Finstock. Back in their first year at Beacon Hills High School, Will had surprisingly gone out of his way to befriend the boy. The only thing that had stopped them or their mother from reporting Isaac’s situation to the police was his own insistence that he didn’t have any other family, and the American child ‘protection’ system was a nightmare. Their best bet was having Isaac over as often as possible, and the curfew was a handy new excuse.
At his desk, Will was typing out what looked like a case file before he slid his chair away from his desk, gesturing to his laptop. “Before he was a bus driver, Myers was an insurance investigator. I found his cases with the company he used to work for.”
“Odd choice in career change,” Nina mused, taking a closer look at the screen. Will had two windows open on his laptop, one with the case information, and the other with his own notes on everything he had gathered. Myers’ obituary, the insurance agency he’d previously worked for, the police files reported earlier that day, and the hospital records entailing his injuries… and death. Most recently updated only an hour prior, when Nina was at Allison’s. She’d never checked the news.
“Maybe he just really liked kids.”
Nina couldn’t tell if Isaac’s comment was a joke or not, but Will laughed. She scrolled through his history at the insurance company and looked back at Will. “His last case was the Hale house fire. If his obituary is accurate, he became a bus driver shortly after.” Ten years since his report on the fire, and nine years of being a school bus driver.
Will nodded. “So, also probably not an animal attack.” He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees.
Her brow furrowed. “It’s more in line with one, though,” Nina argued. She pulled up the police report of the attack and skimmed through it. “A seat was ripped from the back of the bus and appeared to be thrown to the front. A human can’t do that.”
“And an animal can?” He countered, brow raised. “Come on, Nini. You’re smarter than that.”
She scowled. He was right. When Nina was at work earlier that afternoon, Deaton had shown her the photographs that the sheriff left the day before, during the shift Scott had covered for her. Her boss explained that there could be a wolf in Beacon Hills after all, but that the injuries Myers sustained didn’t line up with a wolf attack. Nina was mostly just grumpy that she was wrong more than once that week. “So the police should be looking for a human being capable of ripping an entire bus seat from the five-inch screws holding it to thick metal,” Nina reiterated, hoping to gain back some of her dignity by making Will feel stupid.
It didn’t work, as he only shrugged. “We don’t know the quality of the metal or how many drugs the person might have been on.”
Finally having enough of being a fly on the wall, Isaac gave his two cents. “And, y’know, there’s that whole thing about being able to lift cars off of your child when in a crisis. The inhibitors in your brain that tell you something will cause you pain shut off.” Nina rolled her eyes, and Isaac stammered. “I mean, it’s also a far stretch to say that a human could have done that. A bear could be capable of doing that.”
“A bear capable of that strength can’t fit in a school bus,” Nina sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Myers’ attacker is also a human, then. Probably the same person, if their angle is making the deaths look like animal attacks.” Isaac and Will both nodded. If it was the same person, their possible motive was getting rid of loose ends regarding the fire.
“It couldn’t be anyone that survived the fire, they would have no reason to murder both parties,” Will explained, taking his spot back in front of the computer as Nina stepped away.
Just as she was about to argue that it was way too early to make that assumption, the twins’ mother appeared in the doorway with a knock. “Isaac, John gave the okay for you to stay the weekend. Is there anything I can get for you?”
Isaac smiled at Imogen. “I’m alright, Miss Holmes.”
“Jen, Isaac. You know the drill by now.” She leaned against the doorframe and turned to Will and Nina, her eyes narrowing. “No,” She stated, pointing at the laptop.
Will held his hands out, swiveling his head around as he gave the other teenagers an innocent look. “What do you mean, no? I’m just sitting here—”
“No.” Jen rolled her eyes and entered the room, causing Will to move as she inspected the laptop. “You’re obvious, Darling. You almost got arrested the last time you did this.”
Isaac’s brow furrowed. “Wait, what we’re doing is illegal?”
“Technically.”
“Not technically,” Jen corrected. “Fully illegal. You’re lucky the last case you did this for didn’t get thrown out because of you two!”
“It wasn’t because of us, it was because the police weren’t able to see the facts—”
“Yes, well, it’s very easy to obtain the facts when you don’t have to follow procedure, William. Inserting yourself into investigations is dangerous. If you don’t stop this, I’m going to confiscate your computer.”
“I can still use my phone.”
Jen placed her hands on her hips. “I’ll take that too, then.”
“Why?” Will lounged back in his chair as Nina and Isaac watched the interaction. “There’s a killer on the loose, keeping me and Nina in the dark isn’t going to keep us safe in any way. That’s why we’re here in the first place, isn’t it? To be safe?”
It was a sore subject for the entire family. When Jen’s brother Mycroft, the twins’ uncle, decided they were ‘unsafe’ in London and demanded they leave, he gave no explanation to anyone. He had gone as far as threatening Jen’s financial status and career, along with the twins’ future opportunities if she refused. He even had his own plans on where they would go, but Jen took them to Beacon Hills instead.
Jen sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fine. You can keep doing your own research, but you can’t get involved. I don’t care if someone is getting murdered right in front of you, alright? That goes for all of you.”
As Jen stared pointedly at each teenager, they all agreed. Once she left the room, Will glared at Nina and Isaac. “Thanks for making me take her on by myself.”
“You didn’t stop talking long enough for either of us to step in,” Nina replied. She also left, quickly taking a moment to wish them goodnight. “Let me know if you find anything else that’s significant.”
Only Isaac replied, and Nina went to her own room to finish her homework for the night.
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Nina’s migraines were bad enough to wake her up at two in the morning, and she wasn’t able to go back to sleep until an hour before her first university class. Because of that, she had decided to skip that morning. By the time her high school classes began, Nina was feeling well enough to attend. She had made it through her three classes before she found her migraine returning, as she walked down the hall with Lydia and Allison to their lockers. “Scott’s coming over?” Lydia asked, throwing Allison a teasing smirk.
“Tonight,” Allison answered with a shy smile. “We’re just studying together.”
“‘Just studying” never ends with just studying,” Lydia grinned. “It’s like… getting into a hot tub. Somebody eventually cops a feel.”
Allison looked between Nina and Lydia with wide eyes. “Wait, so what are you saying?”
Lydia paused on the stairs. “I’m just saying, you know, make sure he covers up.” When Allison only stared blankly, Lydia laughed. “Hello, Snow White! Do it with a condom!”
“Are you kidding? After one date?”
Lydia scoffed. “Don’t be a total prude. Give him a little taste.”
If rolling her eyes wouldn’t cause even more pain, Nina would have done so. “And that is reason three hundred and forty-nine as to why Lydia needs to break up with Jackson.”
Turning back, Lydia gave her a sardonic smile. “And that is reason three hundred and fifty as to why Nina has never had a boyfriend.”
“Reason three hundred and fifty-one is that boys are annoying,” Nina laughed. She turned to Allison, who appeared to be in her own head. “Allison, you don’t have to give him anything. Go at your own pace. Lydia is right about the condoms, though, if you do decide to go for it. And if Scott tries to pressure you or force anything, here’s how you can damage his windpipe in a way that isn’t fatal if he gets to the hospital on time.”
“I think I’ll be okay,” Allison said with an awkward laugh, pushing Nina’s hands down as she got ready to demonstrate the self-defense move her uncle had taught her. She then pulled her hands back and looked around before speaking again in a low whisper. “But, um, how much is a “little taste?’”
As Lydia and Allison discussed the girl’s growing feelings for Scott, Nina felt the familiar sensation of an ice pick stabbing through her eye. Her eyes screwed shut, the sudden pain taking her breath away. That was all routine. What wasn’t normal, however, was the stench that filled her nose. It was almost enough to make her vomit. Nina covered her nose and mouth with her hand and looked at Allison and Lydia, who were staring back at her. “What is that smell?” She asked, the intensity of the smell and her migraine combining to bring tears to her eyes.
“What smell?” Allison asked, her brow furrowed as she reached out to touch Nina’s shoulder. “Are you feeling okay? Should we bring you to the nurse?”
“Yeah, Allison, she looks great,” Lydia snapped. She pulled out her phone and immediately began typing. “The nurse’s office will be closed by now. I’m telling Will that he has to drive home. Nina, do you have your medication on you?”
“I already took it earlier. Are you sure you don’t smell anything?”
“Like what?”
Sweat, blood, rotting plants and flesh. It smelled like death.
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hq boys as wholesome boy things
note: inspired yet again by @seijch, we’re each other’s ghost writers (though i’m still not sure if i’m using that term correctly). anyways! spawned after i was pleading eye emoji over school memories; all of the below have happened to me or my friends at least once (guess which ones are personal experiences LOL).
the sequel: here
feat. hinata, bokuto, terushima, kuroo, suna, futakuchi, osamu
hinata → walks from class to class with you to finish your conversation even though his class is the opposite direction from yours. the first time he does it you honestly thought his classroom was right next door, up until you reach the door of your class and hinata takes one look at the clock and says a cheerful “bye! talk to you later!” and just bolts to the third floor. you feel kind of bad, honestly, but when you tried to make a stop at the staircase one day he says, “it’s okay, i like talking to you!” and honestly who could argue against that :') a sweetie through and through <3
bokuto → asks to try your eyelash curler when he sees you fixing up makeup during free period. he looks so genuinely curious you can’t help but say yes, but, knowing him bokuto probably goes in for the kill and gets his eyelid caught in the curler despite your warnings. it’s one of those eyelash curlers that open when you press down too, so bokuto is just...very panicked and confused 💔
you: let go!!
him, wailing: I CAN’T!!!!!
yes you can babe, just press down again 💔 i promise it’ll get better soon just squeeze the curler it’ll come right off 💔
terushima → looks at your scented hand lotion longingly until you notice and offer him some. immediately says yes, probably uses more than he needs just to get the maximum fragrance, but honestly he looks so happy after he's done putting it on you just...let him. now he just walks into class and looks at you all wide-eyed and expectant and lets out the happiest cheer when you toss him your hand lotion. it's a early morning ritual—you buy the bulk pack of hand lotion now.
kuroo → you're in one of those period filler classes and he lets you paint his nails with highlighter when you're both bored. when you use certain colors and you wipe them off after class they still kind of stain but he wears them with pride, our masculinity king. in like a week you look at him with your collection of mildliners and he just sighs and sticks his hand out. thanks for being the ultimate trooper tetsu, we all love you <3 he still won’t let you do french tips with white out, but it’s currently a work in progress.
suna → daps you up whenever he sees you in the halls. y’all are in-class buddies cause one time he was tired from practice the night before for nationals and pokes you with the back of his pencil, does the “psst psst nudge nudge can i copy” and you’re like “yeah sure go wild” and slide your paper over to his side of the desk. forever indebted to you, truly. there’s an unwritten rule you have where if one of you sleeps in class, the other one stays awake and takes notes to give to them after class. so far the two of you have a pretty even score of sleepyhead vs. notetaker. the twins are jealous cause they don’t have you as their in-class buddy; suna likes to rub it in their faces.
futakuchi → another in-class buddy, the chaotic variant. he originally sat behind you and y’all just would not stop talking so the teacher had to move you away from each other. now, you pass notes like you’re spies during the cold war. except, not really. at this point the teacher has probably given up because kenji is literally flying paper airplanes at the back of your head with notes on it 😭
you: what did you get for number 7
kenji: figure it out yourself dumbass
you: bitch nvm i bet you’re not even on it yet
you were right, he just finished writing his name on the top line, had to rewrite the date a few times because he got the new year wrong again even though it’s literally june. doesn’t stop him from making the most offended face when he reads your note though 💔 it’s okay kenji we’ve all been there 💔 comedic duo of the entire year to be quite honest.
osamu → brings an entire four course meal during math class and shares it with you--not really of course, but he brings so many snacks it might as well be. mealtimes with osamu is the only getting you through trigonometric identities at this point. he literally has everything, sometimes takes requests on what you’d like that day but for the most part you like to be surprised on what he brings! although every time you eat it’s like those silent eating challenges because you’re technically “not allowed” to eat in class but. nothing can stop your hunger, everything can be a comfort food if the math is distressing enough. literally in the middle of the lecture it’s just:
the teacher: why are you eating again you literally just had lunch
you and osamu, snacks piled up on your desk: yeah, and??
😭😭😭😭
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helo love! i hope you're having a good day. kinda want a break from bf hq boys. can i ask for miya twins as reader's older brothers? 👉👈 i was thinking if she can be the manager of inarizaki just because i want aran to lose his mind from dealing with three miyas hahahaha. thank youuu ily!! ʕ•ε•ʔ
omg i lovelovelove the concept of the miya twins having a sister and now that i’ve gotten an ask about it skfsbfkj <3333 thank you for sending this and i hope you like it!!
MIYA TWINS WITH A YOUNGER SISTER
considering you and the two of them are only a year apart, you’re pretty close with one another. of course, the older you got, the more annoying they were, and there was this one era when they were like 9-12 that they made it their life mission to annoy you. but then they grew out of that phase eventually, and as they matured, they became more tolerable.
they’re not only teenage boys, but also your older brothers. they’re going to be annoying.
atsumu definitely does that sibling thing where he’s like eating a bowl of cereal or whatever and he enters your room, just stands there and chews really loudly, then walks back out without closing the door. it makes you want to kill him every time.
osamu probably just like tugs at your hair whenever he sees you because why not yk, especially if it’s in a ponytail or a braid. and this isn’t 9-12 year old osamu. this is like 15-17 year old osamu. he just grabs your braid and pulls. you might snap your neck one day honestly.
atsumu eats your leftovers. all the time. like literally all the time how do u still have 2 brothers and not 1
osamu comes and sits in your room like on ur couch or bed cause you have better wifi or whatever. he farts and goes “sorry :D.” he is not sorry.
sometimes the both of them team up on you and it’s so exhausting. but if you manage to get your mom on your side? consider them obliterated.
and yk what’s even more fun? when you and a twin team up on the other twin. it’s just always hilarious cause the other twin will act so betrayed vjshsdsk
anyways because you’re only one year apart, their friends are your friends and your friends are their friends. have you ever had to deal with a “best friend’s brother” type of thing where a friend of yours only wanted to come over because she heard that miya atsumu likes to walk around the house shirtless? yes.
she ended up being extremely disappointed at the fact that miya atsumu has a lot more respect for those living in the same house as him and doesn’t walk around shirtless. ironic.
but also atsumu does flirt with every single one of your friends.
flirt with his it’s okay <3
you’d think atsumu would be more protective or selfish about you being close with him and samu’s friends? nope.
it’s osamu
like, for example, every time he sees you walking alone with suna he wants to either deck suna or deck you. he can never decide on which one.
he’s just very good at hiding things like that, and atsumu isn’t, so it always seems like atsumu gives more of a shit than osamu does. and honestly, osamu’s not even sure why it bothers him so much. he’s not mad that you’re friends with his friends, like, obviously he isn’t, because he’s happy to share, especially since you’re his sister. but at the same time, he can’t help but feel like he really can’t have anything for himself you know? sounds pathetic and selfish but he can’t help it.
i think you bring it up at some point and ask him if he’s bothered by it, and it took a whileee before he admitted that yes, it kinda does. it made sense in your head though, only because he’s your brother, and obviously you’re not gonna stop being friends with them, but you understand. they were his first, in a sense.
but!!! he’s not gonna lie, osamu loves the fact that he can trust his friends with you. like if anything were to ever happen to you, he knows his friends will react the same way he would, and that alone kinda reels him in.
since you’ve known aran since you were really young, he’s kinda like a third older brother to you. he always acts like a mediator between you and your brothers (and is always on your side, even if you’re in the wrong. so what if his favoritism is showing?). you genuinely feel like you can turn to him for anything at any point if you can’t turn to your brothers first.
but out of all their friends, you’re closest to suna and you can’t explain why. he’s just so nice to be around and if you’re left alone with him, it can’t ever be awkward, even if it’s completely silent and quiet. plus, suna’s probably covered for you a couple of times if we’re being honest :)
anyways!
protective wise, they’re honestly a lot better than you’d think they’d be. like yeah they’ll give you hell if you even mention the fact that you might have a crush on someone, but in reality, they just want what’s best for you, and they want you to always be happy.
obviously, if the person of your choosing really doesn’t seem like they have your best interest in mind, your brothers will be extremely blunt about it. like i said, they want what’s best for you, and they’re not going to sugarcoat anything at all.
good luck trying to get your opinion in on their love interests they’re suddenly incapable of hearing. hypocrites and double standards <//3
they will do the whole interrogation thing, but it’s mostly because they don’t wanna look like they’re softies. they want the person to fear for their life if they even consider hurting you.
in regards to comfort;
osamu is the best listener there is. genuinely. he just sits there and lets you talk his ear off. he won’t care if you spend hours doing it. if it helps you relax, and calm down, then he’s all for it.
atsumu is who to go to when you’re sobbing and need to get your mind off of something. he’s great at distracting you, but healthily. he’s not very good at the talking thing, and he will listen if you need him to, but go to him when you don’t want to think about anything anymore, yk?
btw!! both of them are secretly huge suckers for the drama in your life. if there’s some friendship drama, they want all the details. they’re giving you the best reactions and the most ridiculous advice, and are definitely heating you up more than they should be but, what else are you expecting?
as each other’s siblings, you’re insanely supportive of each other and your respective dreams. like when you found out osamu wanted to go into a completely different field than atsumu, you spent a thousand nights trying to convince him that what he was doing was right, and spent another thousand nights trying to convince atsumu that osamu choosing a different career path didn’t mean he was leaving him behind.
whatever your own dream may be, they’re hella supportive. like suffocatingly so. if it’s something they’re well versed in, like volleyball or cooking, they’re helping you out in every way they can, every second they can. but if they’re unfamiliar with it, they’ll either pretend they’re the most knowledgable people about it and end up embarrassing themselves, or will just support you any other way they can (for example, buying or promoting your things, or proofreading, or helping you edit, etc).
when the three of you are older and have lives of your own, you still take the time out of your day to catch up. sometimes other days are harder than others, because your lives are so different that there can be no time at all, but every time you see them through a screen or you meet up after hours in osamu’s restaurant, or you and osamu sit front row at one of atsumu’s games, it genuinely doesn’t feel like any time has passed. you’re so different but the exact same.
they piss you off, insanely so, and you get on their nerves too. you’ve spat ugly words at each other, words you didn’t mean, and made each other cry, frustrated and angered one another, but at the end of the day, you’re siblings. at the end of the day, they’re the most important constants in your life. no matter what, they’re there.
you can always count on that, you know? :)
so are y’all gonna send me more prompts like these? 😼 please?
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu headcanons#miya atsumu x reader#miya osamu x reader#miya twins x reader#miya twins x sister!reader#miya twins x sister
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domestic life with the bros headcannons!! (GN MC)
a/n: thank you for all the likes and reposts on my mammon headcannon posts I LOVE ALL OF YOU GUYS SO MUCH MWAH MWAH MWAH!!!
i was imagining doing headcannon posts for the others but could really only think of like one thing for each so i scratched the idea and wanted to make this!!!
also i thought abt it and i feel like most of the brothers would live with you in the human world if you wanted to live there so expect that
IM ALSO SORRY FOR NOT INCLUDING ASMO AND BELPHIE I REALLY HAD A HARD TIME THINKING OF HEADCANNONS FOR THEM
but i hope you still enjoy my luvs<3
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lucifer:
this is lucifer we’re talking about you know which on wakes up first
but sometimes he’ll surprise you and sleep in a little bit cuddling you and just admiring your pretty sleeping face
that image puts a smile on his face every time
this relationship is basically lucifer works you stay home and look pretty
(unless you have a job, he’ll understand but he’ll make sure you come home before him so he can open the door to you welcoming him and giving him a big hug)
since he’s a busy man he doesn’t have time for breakfast unless you make him but he never leaves the house without his lunch you make him and a kiss
he’s a little child but you love him so you don’t mind
he’s thinking about you all day expect texts from him just checking in on you or asking what you and his brothers are up to
(he may be ok on the outside but on the inside he’s jealous that he doesn’t get to be around you all the time like his brothers. texting you is just his way of virtually being with you)
on rare occasions after work he’ll bring home a bouquet of your favorite flowers and say some cheesy line that never fails to bring a smile to both of your faces
after dinner you both sit in his office talking about each other’s day and make small talk
this makes lucifer do his work faster because he wants to spend real time with you so after finishing it he plays a new record he got the other day and you hold each other tightly dancing the night away
mammon:
you two can never get up in the morning because mammon adores cuddling you
he’s like a mama bear protecting his baby cub so take that as a warning you will be late for all morning activities/work
but on the off chance you wake up early mammon either is making breakfast for you to eat in bed, coming back with coffee/tea or is taking a shower
sometimes he’s cooking hint sometimes only because his cooking is kinda bad. i also wanna think that human world cooking is slightly different than devildom cooking
(in the human world mammon is a househusband it’s my headcannon)
if mammon doesn’t have a job he’ll stay home and think of ways to make money while also trying his best to clean the house
and totally not missing you and thinking about you and possibly stealing you stuff to pretend you’re still at home with him
when you get home mammon can be seen acting like a puppy reacting to his owner coming home hugging and kissing you(he just loves you<3)
as tradition you guys spend the night eating dinner, watching a movie cuddling and talking about your day
levi:
the only reason levi wakes up before you is for livestreams, mobile game rewards and to sometimes surprise you like making you coffee/tea or making breakfast for the both of you
his idea of breakfast is either sugary cereal or some sort of pop tart/toaster strudel you know?
that’s why you always have to make breakfast lunch and dinner unless you wanna eat takeout and junk food for the rest of your life
because levi is an otaku he would have a lot of careers he could focus on the most popular one being a streamer
when levi tells you he wants to live in the human world expect a LOT of requests for living arrangements
like for example he needs extra rooms for his figurines, possible streaming room, if you think henry and lotan aren’t moving in with you then guess again massive pool anyone??? he also wouldn��t mind a movie theater in the house as well :)
just like mammon when you get home he’s excited to see you again because he feels like a decade passed since he last saw you
you decide to order takeout again and levi tells you about this new anime he discovered (you know living in the human world and such) so with your takeout in one hand and levi’s hand in the other you both cuddle watching anime until you inevitably fall asleep on the couch
satan:
you both wake up at the same time i wanna say but satan might beat you to the punch because he may or may not have been reading the entire night or woke up early and started reading
always expect tea on your nightstand every morning and kisses from satan waking you from your slumber
you both make breakfast together everyday listening to jazz music or classical and sometimes dancing around the kitchen just laughing satan spinning you around both of you truly enjoying each other’s company
satan wants a fresh start living in the human world and such
even though is name is a dead giveaway
so he works at a bookstore maybe like barnes and nobles but i wanna say he works at a little library not known and enjoys the piece and quite while reading a new shipment of books they just got
when you come home from work you see satan sitting in his usual chair reading welcoming you home
you make tea for the both of you and sit on his lap resting your head on his/his shoulders while you talk about each other’s day or you sit there in silence soaking up each other’s presence
beel:
i know i basically said for all of these that the brothers wake up first but when it comes to beel he really only wakes up first for two reasons one to eat and two to go to the gym
you know beel’s gone because your personal heater is gone and without him in bed with your basically freezing your butt off sorry mc
you both cook meals together it not only makes beel happy that he’s eating but food is basically his love language so both of you cooking together giggling and talking makes him happy more than you’ll ever know
speaking of food beel will always do the chores especially grocery shopping
the only way beel is moving to the human world is if belphie is coming to. no if, ands, or buts about it. he doesn’t have to live in the same home as you guys but the twins are a package deal mc you should of known that from the start
if you do decide to move to the human world i feel like beel would work as a florist or a baker or that’s what i want to believe anyways
i feel like it would be something nice and relaxing for him and he would definitely come home with tons of flowers and be like “here mc i got these for you 🥺🤲” or he would come home and be like “mc i made these today at the bakery and i made extra so you and belphie could have some🥺🤲”
like i said before the twins are a packaged deal so the three of you definitely have meals together everyday
you don’t understand mc the idea of you, him, and belphie together eating it makes his whole heart swell with happiness this is something he only thought could happen in his dreams he never thought it would happen in real life
and if you decide to have kids... he could just cry right then and there HE CANT HANDLE THE CUTENESS AND THE FAMILY DINNERS WITH UNCLE BELPHIE AND YOU MC YOU’RE KILLING HIM
have a wonderful mother’s day y’all if you celebrate it and i hope you like this post!!! i probably won’t do asmo and belphie separately just because i really couldn’t think of headcannons for them lolz
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Can we take a moment to talk about what a tragic character Minerva is? Y’all know that for the longest time I haven’t been the biggest fan of her, and honestly I’m still not? but I think I might’ve had a breakthrough on why that is.
Whenever I’ve asked around to see why people find her so appealing or why they consider her their favorite, I’ll get answers like, “she’s such a complex character and she deserved a redemption arc!” or “she should’ve come back to the school with us! Let Minnie be happy, you cowards! Telltale did her dirty! I could write paragraph after paragraph about her!” all sorts of things along those lines… but like, no one seems to want to actually talk about her. I find that interesting? Since when I do follow up with a “care to explain further?” I get nothing. Radio static. Like…. no, talk to me please, I just wanna understand-
Minerva within the context of TFS is such a tragedy. She grew up in a school for troubled youth where all the adults left them for death at the start of the breakout, they had walkers trying to eat the living all around them, and I’m sure she saw her fair share of traumatic violence and despair… but on the bright side, she always had her twin sister, Sophie, and little brother, Tenn. She had her friend and eventual girlfriend, Violet. She had music, and a dorm full of pretty paintings done by Sophie. She and Louis composed a song together to make everyone feel better. There are worse places to live than the school.
Then one day she got traded away to a bunch of raiders against her will, having no idea what the hell these people were gonna do to her and Sophie. They were made to be soldiers to fight in a war that had nothing to do with them. The delta fucking broke her. If we’re to believe Lilly’s story about the twins, they started their brainwashing process early on when Sophie was still alive, and it seems like Minerva was easier to control as Sophie was still planning a way out and causing trouble. Then, when Sophie convinced her to steal a boat and get the hell out, they got caught and the delta forced her to murder her own twin sister.
Like…. I’m sorry, not only did Minerva kill her own sister, but she was made to believe that was the right thing to do? That line she says about how she had to prove her loyalty to the place she calls home? That shit’s ingrained in her brain, you can tell that isn’t the first time she’s heard or said that very thing. That is what made her family to the delta. Delta is her home now, her family. Sophie was just a thing that needed to be dealt with. You keep your head down, do as you’re told, and you survive. You survive and you get to go home, eat a hot meal, take a shower, and be with your delta family. If not, you end up like Sophie.
What’s also fucked is that Minerva actually cares about these people now. Think about that. After everything they did to her and made her do, she’s been trained to see them as her family and obey. When you save Louis and he kills Dorian, Minerva actually cries out and is visibly hurt by her death. When she’s with the other raiders on land, she's screaming at walkers to get away from them. She cares about the people who made her kill Sophie… and no one ever talks about that??
She fucking hates Clementine. Clementine is just another thing in Minnie’s way. I know the part of the fandom likes to ship these two together and they think it’s hot when they fight and shit, but within the canon text, Minerva wants Clementine gone. Dead. She is the thing stopping her from having her old family merge with her new family. If Clementine hadn’t made them fight, they all would’ve been captured and they’d all be a delta family now. She would’ve had Tenn back.
Clementine is the problem, she made everyone fight back and that’s why people are dead. Minerva hates her for it… it’s not a “I hate you but like the sexual tension, y’know?” that I see people pretend it is, it’s “you are ruining everything and if I have to, I will kill you myself and I won’t give a second thought about it when they toss your body overboard.”
Like….. seriously, think about how fucked up all of this is. Minerva is a husk of who she was before she was taken away. Sure, you do have to keep in mind that when Tenn and Violet are describing her, their sights are a bit clouded, y’know? But I do believe that she was someone who was kind and cared about people, she wanted to make people feel safe and comforted.
Now she’s a brainwashed soldier who won’t help the people she used to call friends when they’re about to get limbs cut off. She won’t hesitate to knock someone unconscious or threaten a child. She’s willing to trick them into being captured with no regard for what’s going to happen to them. … all she knows is this was the mission, and now they all get to be together again back at the delta.
Then when she finds out there’s a bomb on the boat, she ditches Violet to blow up with it in order to make it to land herself. She loses her shit seeing everyone die and gets her face chewed off by a walker… and then she tries to blow Clementine and AJ up with a grenade.
Oh, and who can forget the fact that she tracks the group down with plans of murdering Tenn so that they can go to a better place together? And she’ll take down anyone who gets in her way?
Like….. jesus christ, Minerva’s waaaaay too far gone. It’s awful.
I think that’s what stumps me about why she’s so loved in the way that she is. It’s not that I don’t understand why she’s complex and well-written, I get that perfectly fine. She’s a compelling character study when you comb over all her scenes and take different factors into account.
What I don’t understand is why we tend to just throw everything interesting about her away? For what?
These days, I never see anyone talking about any of this unless they’re insisting she deserved a redemption arc which…. Eh, I’ll touch on this later. What I mostly see here and mostly other platforms is how great it would be if she and Clementine made out, or hey what if she and Violet got back together if she did come back to the school? Or they just….the best term I have for this is “uwu-ify.” As in she’s reduced to a caricature of a tall, pretty, mean, white lesbian who has “good damage.”
People insist that Telltale are cowards or bastards because their predictions of her turning on the delta to save Clem and crew didn’t happen. Instead, Minerva ends up being the final baddie you gotta get away from, and she ends up taking someone down with her. But did you really expect to just do a 180 and suddenly decide being brainwashed for over a year was lame and Clementine and friends are cool? Gonna help them out and be with Tenn again? Sure, there’s some left over trauma but love conquers and fixes everything, right?
Uh…. no? That’s not how people work? Honestly, if we entertain the idea that Minerva wasn’t bit and somehow didn’t murder Clementine when they all got back to the school…. romance is the last thing she is ever gonna think of??
I think that’s what bothers me most when reading these au’s and rants about redemption and the entire idea of clemerva as a whole. It’s the same thing that I see happen with Violet- Minerva only has value to fans if she’s in a wlw relationship. By herself, she doesn’t matter. They don’t care about her canon story, they don’t care about Sophie, they don’t care about discussing what could’ve happened if she and Tenn reunited under better circumstances or had a healing recovery together. But why?
Throwing a girlfriend at her isn’t some band aid that’s gonna cover up all the bad she went through?? Having an enemies to lovers romance with Clementine isn’t going to fix a years worth of brainwashing, trauma or the fact that she murdered her own sister and the delta told her she's proved her worth to them??
Having the support of those around her is a good thing, don’t get me wrong. The idea of the Ericson crew as a whole trying to help her out and do the best they can to accommodate her is bittersweet since there’s only so much they can do. They’re not trained therapists, which is what Minerva would need and plenty of years ahead of her to work through and come to terms with everything that happened as well as taking steps forward. I’m not saying that she shouldn’t have friends or that she couldn’t have a healthy romantic relationship someday... but that isn’t the solution, y’know?
I don’t know how else to explain this, but it makes me feel weird that all of this stuff is flat out overlooked or doesn’t appear to matter to fans of her.
Look, I get it. We all want these characters to be happy. AU’s are a thing, after all. Sometimes we want to forget about the bad things and focus on the good that bring us comfort. You wanna gush about the idea of an AU where the twins never got traded, the raiders didn’t exist, and Clementine got to meet them the way they were before? I feel that, AU’s are super comforting and fun to explore, and my point isn’t to try and shame anyone who has an AU you like this.
Hell, you think I don’t have days where I pretend mute Louis isn’t a thing because the whole concept of Louis having his tongue cut out of his mouth breaks my fucking heart? No, lot’s of days I just want to forget everything about that route, I want to set aside all the bad and just intake as much clouis fluff as I can get…. But that doesn’t mean I always ignore or refuse to acknowledge the bad just because I don’t like it. I fucking hate the fact that Louis loses his tongue when you don’t save him, but guess what? That’s a canon route you can play, just like any other route, and the possibilities that come with a mute Louis are vast and compelling.
This is how it is for me… my favorite characters are my favorite for a reason, and I take all the bad with the good. Louis isn’t perfect, and I don’t want him to be. I was to dive into his backstory about why did that to his parents, I like to talk about what he went through with Marlon’s murder and his feelings about AJ and Clementine at the point, I like to view his love of music as bittersweet. He can stand on his own, and while he is a love interest for Clementine, that isn’t his only purpose.
I know everyone’s different, they express their love for characters in their own ways, but I do have a genuine question: do you guys actually like Minerva?
Believe it or not, I’m not trying to step on toes or make everyone feel defensive which I know is how people will react to this. “You’re just saying all of this to make us feel bad for shipping clemerva! You don’t even like Minnie so you don’t get to say shit!” yeah yeah, I hear you and look, it’s true that she’s not my favorite character. I know I’ve said I hate her in the past but upon reflection and throwing out fandom interpretations.... I don’t hate her. I get it now. She’s a great character study to dissect and analyze and I think she deserves more than what the writers and the fandom have given her.
And yeah, what I do hate is clemerva, and I’ve explained why. It’s not for me, it makes me uncomfortable, but at the end of the day, who cares? Me not liking it doesn’t mean anything to those who create AU’s for them. They have their reasons, they can do as they please as long as they’re not hurting anyone. I’m just here pointing out things I see and things that bother me in hopes of starting a discussion.
There’s my ramble about Minerva. I’m gonna go make some tea now.
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You stared at your phone with a blank look. Trying to wrap your mind around what just happened. You felt the concerned looks from Suna and Kita and the smug expression that was on Atsumu’s face. You refused to look at anyone, rereading the message you just sent to the blonde twin.
Did I really tell Atsumu… that I and Suna were pretending? I need to shut him up somehow…
Slowly placing your phone gently on the table, you moved your hand and tugged on Suna’s sleeve to gain his attention, not that you needed to do it. Suna looked down at you, face still filled with concern. “Can you get up please?” You asked the middle blocker softly, “I need to do something.”
“Okay?” Suna moved, standing up and allowing you to move so you can walk in the aisle. You muttered a thank you as you moved out of your seat. Now standing in the aisle, you looked at Atsumu. Your eye slightly twitched as you saw the smug smirk on his face, knowing ways to blackmail you.
Letting out a deep sigh, you walked past Atsumu. But first, you made sure to grabbed Atsumu by the ear harshly as you walked, making him get up from his seat and follow you. Everyone watched you with wide eyes, surprised by your action. Atsumu shrieked out in pain, bending over as you pulled his ear.
Reaching the end of the train cart, you let go of Atsumu’s ear and gave him a close eye smile. Atsumu saw how you smiled at him and creased his eyebrows in confusion as he rubs his ear. Leaving in close to him, you whispered to him, “Say one word about this, and I’ll kill you.”
Letting out a small giggle, you patted his arm and open your eyes a bit, giving him a harsh glare. You saw Atsumu tensed up and had a fearful look on his face, making you smile even more. “I’m kidding!” You laughed at him, “But really… Say a word and I will kill you.”
Atsumu let out a gulp in fear as you walked away. Suna quickly got up from his seat to allow you to move to your seat by the window, fearing for himself as he saw how scared Atsumu looked. You gave him a smile as a thank you as you moved to your seat.
As you sat down with a smile, you looked in front go you and saw Kita waiting for a response from you, to which you nodded your head and mouthed, “I’ll tell you later.”
Atsumu soon later went back to his seat in front of Suna, looking down at the table in fear. You smiled, not worrying about Atsumu saying anything. “So um,” You heard Suna gulped, “about tomorrow…”
“Tomorrow?” Kita asked.
“Yeah, (Y/n) and I are going on a double date tomorrow with Samu and you know who,” Suna replied to Kita while you nodded.
“I thought,” Kita said quietly, turning to face you, “you were supposed to-”
You perked up, remembering what you were supposed to do, “I was supposed to do that…” You said thoughtfully. Looking at Suna, you asked him, “Maybe we can reschedule?”
You quickly looked away once you asked him those words, still embarrassed at the events. You heard Suna let out a sigh as he said, “Oi ‘Samu!”
“Huh?” You heard Osamu said across the aisle, where he sat.
“We got to reschedule the double date,” Suna said plainly.
“Double date?” Osamu thought, giving him a blank look. “What double-Oh that double date!” Osamu remembered the agreement with Suna from a few days back, “Yeah we can reschedule.”
“Cool,” Suna nodded his head,” is this Saturday good?”
“Why Saturday?” You asked your fake boyfriend.
“Isn’t this Saturday the summer festival?” Atsumu chimed in, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
I need to find another way to silence Atsumu.
You glared at him, not enjoying how Atsumu was smirking at you. Suna didn’t pay mind to him, not caring why he had that look on his face. “I figured it’ll be a good place to have a double date,” Suna shrugged.
“I guess,” Osamu weakly said.
“A date at the festival!” Yuna squealed as she hugged Osamu’s arm and inserted herself in the conversation as she suddenly whines. “But why a double date? I rather be with you alone and away from everyone!”
“I would rather be away from you,” You and Suna muttered quickly, You both looked at each other, but you quickly turned away when you felt your cheeks heating up.
I need to stop acting like a high-school girl with a crush! Wait…. I’m a high schooler….
“Did ya’ll say something?” Yuna glared at the two of you.
“Nope,” Suna puckered his lips and shook his head.
“Not at all,” you tugged your lips to the side, also shaking your head.
Yuna gave the two of you a scowled, but it quickly turned into a smirk. “By the way (y/n),” Yuna purred she looked at you smugly, “where did you go last night? You were really… breathless when you came back…”
“What do you mean?” You screwed your eyebrows in a confused manner.
“It’s just you left in the middle of the night and came back really late,” Yuna shrugged her shoulders.
“Rin wanted to show me something,” you said normally, leaning back on your seat.
“Show you something,” Yuna winked, “did it make you breathless when you came back?”
“No,” you said, looking at everyone and saw. They were equally confused as you were.
“Really?” Yuna smiled at you innocently, “He could have shown you something that would require him to do something to you?”
“And what would that be?” You narrowed your eyes at her.
“That’s enough,” Kita stated.
But Yuna didn’t listen. Instead, she continued to push further, by giving you an annoying smile, “You know what I’m talking about.”
“I don’t,” You sighed, “but I think you should say it out loud.”
“There’s no need for me to-”
“I agree,” Suna smirked at Yuna, “please help us know what we did last night.”
“I also want to know as well,” Osamu looked down at Yuna.
“Same here,” Atsumu and Aran replied.
“T-They,” Yuna stuttered, trying to find the words.
“We what?” You smiled at her, “It’s best if you talk with your chest, makes your voice have more volume.”
“I won’t ask again,” Kita sighed, wanting it to end.
“You and Suna h-had,” Yuna gulped, feeling embarrassed with all the stares on her, “you two had…You know what… it won’t be very ladylike of me to say that word…But I know what you two did.”
“Sure you did,” You muttered, nodding sarcastically at her. Yuna let out a huffed and leaned back on her chair as you let out a chuckle and looked out the window. Soon later, you felt your eyes started to heavy. You closed your eyes and tried to open them, but they were too heavy. So slowly, you were swept away into dreamland.
“Wake up,” you heard some whispered to you, feeling your shoulder slightly being nudged. You let out a small whine, nuzzling your head to whatever it was leaning on and wrapping your arms around the said object. You heard a deep chuckle as you did so, making you let out another whine. But slowly, your senses came back when you heard, “We’re back at Hyogo, we have to go.”
“Okay,” you nuzzled your head into the soft object. But you then suddenly froze, thinking back to when you fell asleep.
Wasn’t I leaning against the window…
Slowly move your head up, you saw Suna looking down at you with a smirk. “Was I a good pillow?” Suna said in a baby voice to tease you.
You leaned away from him and muttered out a small, “Yes.”
“I didn’t hear you,” Suna said teasingly, leaning down so his face was near you.
“I said-” you turned your face at him but you froze when you saw how close his face was to yours. You let out an audible gulp, feeling nervous about how close you two were. But your nervousness slowly went away when you saw the challenging look in Suna’s eye, making you narrow your eyes.
I’m not going to back down until he backs down first!
You saw Suna lift an eyebrow at you in a teasing way, seeing how you weren’t backing down. But he did saw how red your face is becoming with how close he is. Notice how red you were becoming, Suna decided to lean in a bit further, making you let out a small whimper in embarrassment.
“Do you think they’ll kiss again?” The both of you heard Atsumu asked.
“I don’t want to see that,” Osamu said plainly. “Wait…What do you mean again?”
“Suna, (Y/n),” Kita sighed, “we need to get going, and please limit the PDA.”
Suna let out a sigh as he slowly leaned away and stand up from his sweat. Grabbing his bag, Suna looked down at you and smiled, “You coming?”
“Y-Yeah,” you whispered, moving out of your seat and grabbing your bag. You and the team filled out the train and making a group around the coaches. The coaches thanked everyone for joining and congratulated them for working hard. They also said how the team had the day off tomorrow to rest, to which everyone responded with a cheer. The coaches then said their goodbyes and reminded everyone there will be practice the day after.
You said goodbye to everyone and started to walk home with Suna walking with you. As the two of you started to walk, one thought was running in both of your heads: I’m going to make them bring it up first!
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Secrets of the Shore (Chapter10)
Pairing: Pogues x OC, Eventually JJ x OC
Summary: This is just my rewrite of the show Outer Banks with my own twist by adding another main character which also happens to be John B’s twin sister.
Note: Happy Valentines Day y’all! Hope your day was filled with love (even if you’re not in a relationship) Thank you guys for reading! I’m sorry I’m torturing you with the tension between Marleigh and JJ but I gotta keep you on your toes somehow (;
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Chapter 9
When I drop my things off at Kie's house and invite myself to stay at her house for a few days, she bombards me with questions. Most of them revolve around John B. Where is he? How are we going to find him? How do we know he's okay? Of course I don't have the answers to any of these questions, which only makes the curly brunette more worried.
"Look, he's going to be fine," I tell her as we walk down her long driveway where Pope and JJ are waiting for us. "John B wouldn't let them take him without a fight. Plus, I oddly take the fact that I haven't even gotten one phone call from him as a good sign. If he was at the station, they would probably use him to bait me."
When we get closer to the boys, I bite my lip to hide my smile. The blonde smirks back at me and even throws in a wink. Every nerve in my body ignites with a fire-like spark when I look at his sparkling blue eyes. I can't believe I almost kissed my best friend. I don't know what it would do to our friendship if something were to happen.
The thought terrifies me enough to make my smile falter. I can't lose JJ. I can't fuck up the best thing I have in my life which is my friendship with Kie, Pope, and especially JJ.
JJ tilts his head to look at me questioningly so I plaster a fake grin on my face.
The movie is being projected in an open field on Figure Eight. They have a huge blow up screen and a projector in front of it. There's already about fifty people here and more on the way.
We set up our lawn chairs in the middle of the field. My chest tightens with anxiety when we're surrounded by Kooks and Tourons. Rafe and his friends could be hiding anywhere in the faces around us. I can tell Pope is thinking the same thing. His head is snapping back and froth, left and right, keeping an eye out for the people who want to kill us. JJ tries to calm him down, but nothing settles him.
"Back to OBX life," Kie says as she sits down next to me. She opens the cooler at her feet and hands me a bag of grapes she packed. "You know? Aren't you glad I made you come?"
"Ecstatic," I mutter. My eyes scan the crowd for dudes with slicked back hair and neon shorts.
"My couch was pretty comfy, I'll be honest," JJ says next to me. He reaches into the bag of grapes and steals a few. He throws them in the air, catching them in his mouth.
Kie stands up to grab a couple of sodas from the snack bar. The second she's out of ear shot, Pope whips his head in our direction. His eyes are big with fear as they study every face that walks through the field.
"We're out of the green zone, man," Pope whispers on the other side of JJ.
"Dude, tranqüilo, okay?" JJ says.
"We're in the middle of kooklandia," Pope says. "This is the last place I wanted to be."
"Shut up, Pope," I hiss when I see Kie making her way back to us with three Pepsis in her hand. She has a scowl on her face. That can't be good.
"Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote, 'Tell your boy that we know what he did.'" Kie looks between JJ and Pope with raised brows. She doesn't look happy. She looks suspicious and somewhat annoyed that she doesn't know what Rafe is talking about. "What is that?"
Pope snaps his head in the direction of the snack bar. JJ tries to act normal and purses his lips. He avoids Kie's glare by looking at me, immediately throwing me under the bus for knowing their secret too.
Kie turns to look at me with her mouth slightly open. "You know?" I open my mouth to respond but she cuts me off. "Why do you know and I don't? What did you guys do?"
"Where is he?" JJ asks, glancing over his shoulder.
"Right there." Kie points at the snack bar where Rafe, Topper, and Kelce are throwing popcorn at each other. They look up and smirk in our direction.
"Great, the whole death squad," Pope says.
JJ grabs the top of Pope's head and physically turns it back to the screen. "Don't stare, bro."
I feel my hands clench around the arms of my beach chair. I know for a fact that tonight's not going to be as easy as we thought it would be. And I hate that its because of Rafe of all people.
"Just warning you, bro. If they corner me, I'm coming out swinging, okay? Slice and dicin'. I'm on edge right now," JJ says, shaking out his shoulders.
"Yeah, yeah," Pope nods in agreement, which makes both Kie and I look at him incredulously. Pope's a lover, not a fighter.
"If that doesn't work, I got this right here," JJ smacks his backpack that I now know his gun is in.
"Yeah, yeah," Pope continues to nod. He's so deep in fear that he doesn't even realize that JJ just offered to whip a gun out in a sea of people and children.
"So, we just gotta stay in the group," JJ says, officially ignoring Kie's glares. "They can't get us in the group."
"Like a school of fish," Pope agrees. "Stay in the school. Can't leave the school."
I roll my eyes. "Oh my god. We're screwed."
"I'm sorry, JJ," Kie leans over me to get a better look at the blonde boy sitting next to me. "Please tell me that you did not bring a gun here." JJ just stares at her blankly. "JJ, there are kids!"
"No!" JJ snaps. "Kie, I didn't bring the gun. Okay? Everything's fine."
"Wow thank you. That's really convincing. I love that JJ," Kie says sarcastically with a roll of her eyes.
"Welcome to the summer movie series!" A man stands at the front of the field by the screen with a microphone in his hand, addressing the crowd.
"Founding principle you guys," Kie says with a quieter voice. "No secrets amongst Pogues." She looks at me and holds her stare. I swallow the bad memories that threaten to rise to the surface. I know she's implying the secret that she's been keeping for me. The one she wants me to tell the others. And now I'm hiding another secret. From her of all people. "What is Rafe talking about?"
I open my mouth to try to calm her down, but JJ cuts me off, which only makes matters worse.
"Kie, it might go down tonight."
I groan and roll my eyes.
"What does that mean?" Kie asks. She even slaps me on my shoulder with the back of her hand. If looks could kill...
"Might go down tonight..." Pope says slowly.
"What did y'all do?"
JJ leans closer to Pope and says in his ear, "Deny, deny, deny."
I look at Kie with soft eyes. "Do you trust me?" Kie reluctantly nods and glances between me and the boys. I grab her wrist to make her look at me, my eyes pleading. "Then trust me when I tell you that the less you know, the better."
Kie finally drops the subject and sits back into her seat. She's not happy about not knowing and if I were her, I'd feel the same way. But its best if she doesn't know.
We watch the movie with tension in our shoulders and frowns on our lips. Our relaxing night took a turn for the worst. I can't even focus on the movie or JJ being so close to my side, our shoulders practically against each other. All I can feel is a pair of eyes on the back of my head, burning holes through my skull.
Halfway through the movie I hear Pope lean in closer to JJ. His voice is a whisper but I detach my focus from the movie to listen. "JJ?"
"What?" JJ whispers back.
"Gotta take a piss," Pope says.
I look over my shoulder towards the bathrooms. Like I suspect, the Kooks are gathered around it.
"Hold it," JJ hisses.
"I can't hold it. I drank too much soda."
"It's too exposed. They'll totally see us."
"I gotta go," Pope says more definitively.
JJ looks in the direction I was just looking at. "They're blocking the bathrooms." JJ sighs and looks ahead. "Come here. I know where."
JJ pulls Pope up by his arm and walks in the opposite direction of the bathroom, towards the movie screen.
"Hey, where y'all going?" Kie calls out in a hushed whisper.
"We gotta wring it out," JJ says.
"You gonna hold it for each other?" Kie responds which makes me laugh.
They don't reply. They walk around the screen to the other side. The second they're out of view, Kie turns to look at me with a face that says she wants answers and she wants them now.
"Please don't ask me to tell you."
"You're making me worried," Kie says honestly.
I sigh with guilt, completely understanding the feeling. If the three of them were hiding something from me, my mind would be racking through millions of different thoughts about what it was.
"Does it have to do with the day you got that?" Kie points to the bruise on my face.
I bite my lip and turn towards the movie, trying my best not to let her convince me to tell her. If the cops were to get involved, I want Kie to be as innocent as possible. They would probably never go after her because she lives on Figure Eight, but knowing Kie, she would do whatever she needed to help her best friends.
I look over my shoulder again, making sure the Kooks were still guarding the bathroom, but my heart stops when I don't see them.
"Shit," I stand up and step through the crowd of people, running to where Pope and JJ disappeared.
As I get closer to the screen I can hear the heavy grunts of guys fighting from behind it. Pope and JJ are fighting against Kelce, Rafe, and Topper. I shuffle on my two feet, not sure where to go, who to help first.
Kelce has his arms wrapped around JJ's, holding him against his chest and leaving him open for Rafe's punches . A couple feet away from them, Topper and Pope wrestle on the grass, throwing hands wherever will make contact with skin.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kie running towards Pope and Topper with JJ's backpack. I run towards Rafe and shove him back by his shoulders. I risk a glance at JJ. His face is red from the Kooks' punches and there's a split in his bottom lip. The sight of him being hurt is enough to make my vision blur to red.
I shove Rafe backwards by his shoulders again. The older boy just laughs at me humorlessly, only fueling the fire to my rage. I narrow my eyes into a glare and take another menacing step towards him.
"Mar, stop!" I hear JJ call behind me but I ignore him.
"Let go of him, Topper!" I hear Kie say a little further away. She's beating him with JJ's backpack and jumping on Topper's back to get him away from Pope.
"I told you I was going to find out who did it," Rafe says.
"And I told you we didn't do shit," I say, keeping my face steady with a scowl. I turn to send daggers in Kelce's direction. "Let him go."
Rafe whistles and keeps the cocky smirk spread across his face. "Would you look at this. I think someone has a little soft spot for the blonde Pogue over here. Don't you think Kelce? I mean princess over here didn't even acknowledge her other friend."
"You know what? I don't think you're worried about who sunk Topper's boat. That would have to mean you actually care about someone other than yourself. I think your problem is with me."
The older boy scoffs, "With you?"
"Yeah," I take another step closer to him. "It must be really frustrating when the guy who gets everything he wants without lifting a perfectly manicured finger can't even get laid by ...oh what was it that you called me? The Cut's biggest whore? Must be pretty pathetic that some whore won't even sleep with you."
The back of Rafe's hand slaps me across the face, snapping my head with the direction of his hand. I hear JJ cry after me but its muffled by my back slamming into the grass with a weight on top of me.
Rafe's hands encircle around my neck and they squeeze tighter than they did the other day when I was in this same position. But this time, I wanted this because it got his attention away from JJ.
"You know, they say Pogues are the one's with the short temper," I chuckle maliciously. My voice is raspy and my throat is on fire, but I'm loving how easy it is to get under Rafe's skin. "But a little taste of reality is all it takes to ignite your fuse."
"Marleigh!" JJ shouts. I hear the sound of fists connecting with skin, followed by grunts and groans. "Rafe I swear to god -"
"Go ahead," I wrap my fingers around Rafe's wrists to try and pull him off of me but he's too strong. "But killing me will only add to your dad's growing list of reasons why you're his biggest disappointment."
Rafe grips my neck tighter, completely cutting off my air supply. The pounding in my ear muffles the cries and shouts from all my friends. From the Kooks. I can barely breathe and my vision sparkles with white specks. I try fighting him, but his rage is now stronger than mine.
Heat flows through my body and sweat bubbles at my hairline. I see orange out of the corner of my eye, but I think that's just my vision blurring together. A second later, I feel the weight of Rafe's body lifted off of me. There's a thump from the ground next to me and more heavy grunts. When I look up, I watch the screen light up in flames. Literally.
I gasp for breath and turn on my side. I can feel the contents of my stomach rising up my throat, leaving my throat in even more burning anguish. I pant for air, inhaling sharply and ignoring the sharp pain from my lungs.
I feel warm hands wrap around my biceps, pulling me up to my feet. My legs and arms feel like rubber, but I muster up enough strength to walk out of here. I'd be damned if I let Rafe see me as some weak link again.
Topper, Kelce, and Pope try pulling JJ off of Rafe who jams his fist against Rafe's face relentlessly. JJ's face is red with anger, his scowl hardening with every hit.
"JJ!" I call out to him. I know this is only going to get him in more trouble. They're Kooks. They never get in trouble. Leaving any kind of mark on Rafe's skin will call for consequences. That's just how it goes around here and we can't be stupid to it. "JJ, stop!" I try breaking out of Kie's grip. "JJ! You're going to kill him!"
JJ's head snaps in my direction. His eyes scan wildly down my body, looking for any source of life threatening injuries. I try to grin assuringly at him, but it's hard to turn my lips upwards.
When JJ is distracted, Pope manages to pull him away. The Kooks grab Rafe by his shoulders and yank him in the opposite direction. If we don't want to be caught, we all have to leave right now. The fire department and probably the police will be here any second to put out the fire.
When we're finally separated, I pull myself away from Kie and run directly into JJ's arms. He wraps himself around my waist and lifts me off the ground to pull me even closer to his body. I snuggle my face into the crook of his neck and hold him tight.
He's okay. He's okay. He's okay. It's all I can manage to say in my head.
~ ~ ~
No one says a word the entire ride home from the movies. But even without it being discussed, we knew none of us wanted to spend the night alone. I can't go back to my house and Kie's parents wouldn't want all of us at her's, so she drives us to Pope's.
Pope didn't get too hurt in the scuffle. In fact he's the one that threw the first punch...well the first head. He head butted Topper before the Kook had a chance to swing. Kie's only injury was a small burn on her finger from when she flicked the lighter to burn down the screen. JJ and I however are bruised and sore.
Kie helps Pope set up his living room for all of us to sleep. Before I can offer to help, JJ tugs on my hand and brings me down the hall towards the bathroom. He locks the door behind me.
I tilt my head and my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. "Are you okay?"
JJ steps closer to me, basically pinning my body against the door. My breath hitches in my throat as his hands come up to cup my jaw. He's so close I can feel his breath on my face. He pulls my head up and tilts it to the side. He looks down at my neck, looking for bruises and scratches that Rafe might have left me with. My neck is sore and it hurts to swallow, but that's it. Even his backhand didn't leave a mark on my cheek.
"Hey," I say softly. I pull his hands away from my face and intertwine our fingers together. "I'm okay."
"He could have killed you," JJ says through clenched teeth.
"But he didn't."
"But -"
"No buts," I tell him. Unwrapping one hand from his, I pull him further into the bathroom and tap on the sink counter top, motioning for him to hop up and sit so I can take a look at his face which looks worse the mine. "Come on."
JJ reluctantly hops on the counter. I go to the closet and pull out a small face towel and run it under cold water. Standing between his legs, I lightly dab the towel on his bottom lip that's split down the middle. I bite my lip nervously under the scrutiny of his stare. Neither of us say anything, relaxed in the comfort of the other one's presence. I feel safe when I'm with him. There's no Kooks versus Pogues. There's no abusive fathers or DCS. Its just me and him.
I drop the towel next to JJ and slowly touch the hem of his shirt. I look up at him, waiting for him to give me the go-ahead or to stop me. I need to see the damage that can be hidden with clothes.
JJ nods slowly and lets me pull his shirt up. His toned abs are the first thing I notice. I've seen him without a shirt hundreds of times, but something about this moment makes me stare. Maybe it's how close I'm standing next to him, or how I can feel the warmth radiating from his skin onto mine.
His body isn't marked with any discoloration and his ribs are still intact. When I pull his shirt back down and nod to say he's okay, I'm looking deep into his eyes - the eyes that never left mine.
"Are you okay?" He asks. His voice is soft and raspy, sexy even.
I nod my head, grinning, "Yes. I promise. Are you?"
"I swear to god, I'm going to kill him."
"J-"
"He hurt you, Mar!" JJ finally snaps. "He had his hands wrapped around your throat!"
"Shh," I shush him by pressing my index finger against his lips, afraid that he's going to wake up Pope's parents. "It's okay."
"It's not and you know it!" JJ sighs and lets his shoulders relax when I look at him pleadingly. He takes my hand and wraps it around his own. He brings it to his lips, gently kissing the tender skin around my knuckles. Blush creeps up my neck to my cheeks. I lean in closer to him, pressing my hips against the counter and glancing between my hand, his lips, and his eyes.
Every fiber in my being tells me to lean in further and finally press my lips against his. At this moment I don't care about the rules or what it might do to our friendship or what John B might say about it. I just want to feel him, every part of him, against me. I want to forget the rest of the world exists and just be with JJ.
But I don't. Because Kie quietly knocking on the door pulls me out of my thoughts.
"Hey, are you guys okay?" She asks.
The corner of JJ's lips tug upwards into a slanted grin, causing mine to do the same. I take a step backwards and help him down from the counter.
Kie looks between us confused. I grin at her and nod my head to show her that we're both okay. JJ grins to himself and follows me out to the living room where Pope is already passed out on the couch.
I bend down to lay on the makeshift bed on the floor made out of blankets and pillows. I was expecting Kie to lay down next to me, but JJ takes the spot to my left.
Kie trudges to the other couch, too tired to say anything about the fight or JJ and I. I know she'll wanna talk about it later with me. She always does when it involves Rafe.
I keep my eyes trained to the ceiling. My body is exhausted but I'm not tired. I finally feel like I defended myself against Rafe today, a personal accomplishment and a milestone. I don't think my feud with Rafe will ever go away. I think we'll always hate each other until one of us leaves the island for good. But at least he knows I won't put up with his crap anymore. With or without his dad's money.
I don't know how long I've been staring at a blank canvas of nothing. Not even Pope's snores can lullaby me to sleep. I turn my body towards JJ. I wonder if kissing him in the bathroom would have been a mistake or not. Maybe it would disrupt the peace in our friend group, but I can't deny my feelings for him anymore. I know what I want and that's JJ. I would do anything for the blonde lying next to me.
I watch his chest rise up and down slowly. His lips are slightly parted as he sleeps. My fingers delicately play with the shark tooth necklace around his neck. I've always loved this necklace on him, even thought about getting one myself. But I knew Kie would tease me endlessly if I did.
"You know, some people think it's rude to stare," JJ's raspy voice pulls me out of my head. His eyes are still closed and his lips are now turned up into a smirk from catching me in the act.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," I whisper.
"How come you're not sleeping?"
"My head won't let me," I reply. "Just thinking. Hey, where did you get this?"
JJ slowly opens his eyes and looks down at my thumb that glides over the smooth surface of the shark tooth. "Pretty sure this is from the country club's gift shop."
I shake my head with a grin, expecting nothing less from my klepto friend. "Of course it is."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"When did Rafe call you a whore?"
I drop my hand from his necklace and lay it flat on his chest. JJ takes his arm and rests it behind his head, sitting up to look at me. I shrug like it's no big deal.
"It was a long time ago."
"Why would he call you that?"
"The Kook doesn't handle rejection very well. It's fine, JJ."
JJ sighs. "You would tell me if someone really hurt you, right?"
This time my eyes flicker back up to meet his. His gaze feels delicate, like if he looked at me any other way, I'd break. I think he knows something but he's not telling me. Maybe that's for the better. After tonight, I never want to tell him what Rafe almost did to me. I don't trust JJ to not run off to actually try to murder the Kook.
"I'm fine."
"You're not answering the question. Please, Mar. I know Pope's hiding something too. Something about you. About the other day."
I swallow thickly and nod my head. "Of course I'd tell you."
Guilt trickles through me at the lie. JJ trusted me enough to tell me about his dad, and I had the same reaction JJ would probably have if I told him about Rafe. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
JJ nods. I can't tell if he believes me or not but he drops the subject and opens his arms for me to cuddle into him. "Come here."
I snuggle into his side and wrap my arm around his waist. This feels good, this feels normal. For a second, I forget that Kie and Pope are even in the same room as us. JJ's warm. He smells like grass, cologne, and a hint of weed. I match my breathing to his and let my eyes close, finally falling into a deep dreamless slumber.
~ ~ ~
When the four of us wake up, we offer to help Heyward out at his shop as a thank you for letting us stay over. I'm waiting for Kie to say something to me about being wrapped around JJ when we all woke up, but she doesn't say anything. Instead she passes me looks of concern. I can tell she's itching to talk about last night.
Pope's in his head about last night too and he's not giving himself enough credit for fighting Topper back.
"Don't let it get in your head," JJ says. "Three of them and two of us. That's typical Kook shit right there."
"Hell yeah," Kie says, agreeing.
"What was your thought process, using your head?"
Pope shrugs. "I don't know, man. I just kind of acted off instinct. I was a cornered animal."
Heyward walks into the shop and approaches us. I can already tell by his face that he's not about to tell us we can take a souvenir to go. His eyes are trained on his son and he looks worried. "Hey, Pope, someone here to see you."
The three of us look at Pope for some kind of tell as to who might be here for him, but he looks just as confused as the rest of us.
We follow him outside where Officer Shoupe is waiting for him. My heart drops deep into the pit of my stomach. I glance between the officer and Pope, knowing exactly who was to blame for this.
"Morning, officer," Pope says nervously. He looks like he's about to puke.
Shoupe doesn't greet him. Instead he slowly approaches my friend with a paper in his hand. "I have an arrest warrant for felony of destruction of property."
Fucking Topper.
"What?" Heyward says loudly. He looks between Shoupe and Pope, then to us as if we could explain the misunderstanding.
Shoupe moves closer to Pope. "Hands where I can see them." Kie immediately steps in to block the officer's path, saying something about how he can't do this. "Young lady, out of my way. Look at the warrant."
"You're arresting him?" I say, moving next to Pope. I narrow my eyes at the stuck up officer. I know for a fact that the police don't have any evidence that can prove Pope did it. The only witnesses were me and JJ.
"You're just arresting my boy?" Heyward says defensively.
Shoupe ignores both of us and grabs Pope by the arm and forcefully takes him to the car.
"Be careful!" Kie yells at him.
I can't wrap my brain around what is happening. Pope is the last person who should ever go to jail. What happened to Topper's boat is fair game. Okay, yes, maybe illegal, but so is assault which the Kooks did first!
"Shoupe, are you listening?" Heyward yells.
Shoupe ignores us again and starts reading Pope his rights. Our friend looks back at us, specifically at JJ and I, the ones who knew the truth. JJ grips the routes of his hair stressfully as I try to come up with any kind of idea to get him out of it.
"How much did they pay you, man?" JJ says, taking a step closer to the car.
"Stop!" I yell. This time Shoupe turns to look at me. So does everyone else. I do the only thing I can think of. "It wasn't him. It was -"
"It was me!" JJ says quickly.
My head snaps in his direction with an open mouth and wide eyes. He refuses to look at me, keeping his eyes on Shoupe and Pope.
"JJ -"
JJ cuts me off, "He tried to talk me out of it, but I was mad because he'd just been beaten up." The blonde takes another step closer to Shoupe. "I was so sick of those assholes from Figure Eight that I lost my shit." He looks at Pope with a look that tells him to go along with it. A look that tells him why he's doing this. "I can't let you take the blame for something I did. You've got too much to lose."
"JJ, what are you doing?" Pope stares at him with big eyes.
My eyes narrow into a glare as I stare at the back of JJ's head. Fear rises up my chest and tightens around my heart. Why is he doing this? I was going to do it! They're already looking for me anyway to take me to DCS. JJ's bargaining a lot for his friend. The others think he's only going to be arrested, but I know his punishment isn't going to stop there. His dad is going to be pissed. And I know what happens when his dad is pissed.
"I'm telling the truth," JJ says. "For once in my goddamn life, I'm gonna tell the truth." He looks over his shoulder, glancing at me before looking at Heyward. "Stole his old man's boat too."
"What the hell?" Heyward says.
"JJ, come on," Pope pleads.
"Just shut up, Pope!" JJ snaps. "Just shut up." He looks back at Shoupe. "He's a good kid. You know where I'm from."
"Yeah," Shoupe says, agreeing that he wouldn't put this past JJ.
"This was all me."
Shoupe sighs and looks at Pope one more time. "That's the whole truth?"
"Whole truth, swear to god!" JJ says loudly.
"I know what you think, damn it, I'm asking Pope."
I look at Pope with clenched teeth, fighting my tears off with heavy breaths. I don't want Pope to agree, but I can't let him be taken away either. I can only watch as JJ does something so incredibly stupid, I don't know if he'll come back from it.
"Yeah," Pope says hesitantly. "That about covers it."
Shoupe nods and pulls out his handcuffs. Knowing the drill a little too well, JJ turns and lets Shoupe snap the handcuffs around his wrist.
"JJ!" I call out to him. I'm about to run over to him but Kie steps in my way, holding me back from making a mistake. "No, stop!"
JJ looks at me one last time before Shoupe shuts the back door with him inside. He nods once, trying to tell me he's going to be okay. But I know better. No one understands the risk he just took by taking the fall for Pope. For me.
"Ms. Routledge," Shoupe says before getting in the driver's seat. "Have you spoken to your brother?"
I pull away from Kie and glare at the old man, feeling nothing but hatred for him. "No. I haven't seen him."
"I suggest you go home and pack a bag. DCS is looking for the both of you. I'd take you in myself, but I can't without a social worker present."
I don't say anything. I just hold his stare.
When Shoupe drives away, I turn back to my best friend and pull at my hair. I start to hyperventilate, thinking about how JJ's dad is going to react when he hears JJ's been arrested. It doesn't take a lot to rile Luke Maybank up into a rage. I don't even want to think about what he's going to think about this.
Kie holds me to her, the both of us crying into each other's shoulders while Pope tries to come up with an explanation for his father. I let my best friend hold me. I don't care if bystanders are watching us. I don't care how pathetic I look. I can only think of JJ. I can only think about how I'm going to get JJ back.
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Everything Undesired chapter 12
chapter 11
Warning: kidnapping
A/N: I hope y'all are ready for a very heavy chapter because toward the end our Greed boi is going to go to a very dark place with his real thoughts on Cyrus.
“Do you think he does?” Belphie asked as he watched his older brother feed the baby.
“It would make sense.” The second-born shrugs. “I think Lucifer realized it too ‘n that’s why he was in such a big hurry for Beel and him to leave.”
The seventh-born only nods in response. “Hey I heard you three are going up to the mortal world after the term... Is that true?”
“Yeah... ‘Rella says she wants to go back to her home in York. I like the idea- been there a couple times with her after Solomon taught her to summon us. It’s nice. Hardly anybody stops by so it should be relaxin’ ‘n maybe it’ll do the baby some good to get away from the house for a bit.”
“More power to you, since we don’t know a whole lot about what kind of nutrients cambions need to begin with, it’ll probably be good for him to get some sunlight, I guess. Hey, why’re you holding the bottle that way? Doesn't it make more sense to hold it higher so he finishes eating faster?”
“Nah, any higher and he could take too much and inhale it while he’s eating. Learned that out the hard way with Satan. Plus, lowers your chances of gettin' spat up on.”
“It’s crazy that you stepped up like that for him... How did you do it?” The Avatar of Sloth leans his head against Mammon’s shoulder.
“Lots of sleepless nights and lots of coffee- I swear, m’blood probly consisted of just coffee back then,” Mammon pulls the bottle away from Cyrus after he had finished eating and started to burp him, “at least for those first few months anyway.”
“I’m not surprised,” Belphie hums.
“S'why our rooms are right next to each other. That way I wasn’t having to risk poppin’ my stitches runnin’ through the halls just t’get to him before he could wake any of y’all up. Man, that thing took forever t’heal. Not t’mention it kept getting infected since between watchin’ out for the lil’ ball of wrath that was our brother ‘n school, ‘n plannin’ Lilith’s service, I only had the time t’really take care of it when I showered save for the rare moments I had to change my bandages...” Mammon is silent for a moment, “I don’t regret it though. Gettin' to see him grow up to become a strong demon and knowing I made that possible, makes it all the reward itself.”
The younger brother only nods as he notices the infant’s eyes were glued to him- more specifically at his face. “What’re you staring at, kid? Do I have something on my face?”
“Nah, it’s just a thing babies do around this age. Its more about learning faces and facial expressions right now,” The older brother explains.
“Considering what you went through, you seem awfully calm now when you deal with him.”
“It's parental instinct and nothing more right now. Think of it as your body moving on its own. If I’m being honest with you, it’s still kind of hard- especially when he gets clingy like this but I think I’m gettin' better with him- acceptin' reality for what it is and learning to bond with him. Believe me, Belphie this isn’t how I wanted to have my first kid, but,” Mammon lets out a depressed sigh, “I’m a father now... and that means I have to suck it up and get my shit together. It’s what he deserves at the very least.”
“Wow, I guess what they say is true, huh? You really do change your ways once you have a kid.”
“Whatcha mean by that? I feel like I should feel insulted...”
“Sorry, it wasn’t meant to come out that way, Mams... It’s just that it feels like you’ve changed. Before all this, there wasn’t a single day where you went without thinking of easy ways to make a quick grimm, not a day where we didn’t have to take inventory of our stuff in fear that you had stolen something valuable of ours, went on massive shopping sprees whenever you could, but now... now, you don’t do any of that. It’s like you grew up somehow... like you’re back to how you were when we were angels and how you were way back when we had just fallen and your sin hadn’t quite settled in yet, you know?”
“Let’s just say priorities have changed...”
“Well, whatever the reason, it’s a nice change. I’m going to head to bed now. See you around.” Belphie smiled as he got up and left.
“See ya, Belphie.”
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He doesn’t remember how long he sat with Cyrus until the little one fell asleep against his chest, but once he placed the infant in the crib, he just stood there, lost in dark thoughts.
“It’s funny...” The white-haired demon’s voice was hardly above a whisper, “I should resent your presence in my life- wish you were never born, hate you. The worst part of me- the scummy part of me- does. You took everything that I was reserving for my child with Arella and you’re a representation of everything your birth mother did to me but... I can’t- and that’s what I hate most about you. Maybe my reason for keepin’ you comes from a fear that I won’t have the guts to risk my mate’s life that way so I just took the closest alternative I could ever get to that... I know... I know I’m being selfish by keeping her for myself as long as I can and not giving her that family with me she wants so badly and it makes me angry to watch her give a child that’s not even hers so much love when you shouldn’t have ever existed in the first place... Now it's far too late to get rid of you without hurting her.... I made the wrong choice for me even though I know ultimately it was the right one for you.”
He bit his tongue as a snarl formed on his face. Here, with no one to hear him, Mammon would let out his true feelings as wrong as it was. As if letting them out would somehow change his feelings for this child.
“For now, I’ll lie and pretend for your sake and everyone else’s. No one will ever know the way I wish Lucifer just would have done away with ya and part of me wonders... if a lower demon were to attack you and none of my brothers or Arella were there to spur me to action, would I even bother to protect you or would I dare to act selfishly and just let you die? Let the problem resolve itself? Ya better prove that you were ever worth what I’ve been putting myself through in the first pla-”
A sudden bout of clarity strikes the demon, the weight of what he had just said hit him like a stack of bricks and suddenly he can’t breathe. Oh devils, he can’t breathe under the weight of it all. Was he really that messed up in the head that he would do this to his own child? That he would force Cyrus to earn his love when he knows he should just give it to him unconditionally? What happened to all that progress he thought he’d been making? What kind of father would that make him? His eyes widened in horror at the thought as he broke down in silent tears.
How unfit of a father am I? He thought, He’s my son and I can’t even bring myself to love him? I really am the worst scum of the devildom. I’ve been holding some kind of grudge against a baby for crying out loud! Is this how I would act if Arella and I had a kid and they killed her?! The thought terrifies him. He wanted so badly to be a father and now that he was, this is the way he reacted to it? Unforgivable. Mammon remembered how it felt to fight for his father’s love and how he felt when Arella told him about her horrible mother and he felt so disgusted with it but wasn’t he just the same?
As he sank down to his knees, he felt a tiny hand grasp one of his fingers and his head snapped up. There was his son who had managed to wiggle his way closer to the edge of the crib, watching him with eyes full of what appeared to be fear. It froze his blood to see that look on anyone, let alone his own child. Without thinking, the Avatar of Greed rushes forward, scoops the child up and holds his son close to his chest.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers as fresh tears begin to fall. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” Apologies tumble from his mouth in between choked sobs. “I said all those terrible things to ya. I don’t mean them. I don’t.” He doesn’t know who he’s trying to convince more at this point. Was it himself or his son? “I love ya. I love ya. I love ya. I’ll change. I’ll do anything I can for you- give you everything ya deserve.”
The baby only cooed softly, trying so hard to lift his head up, but with the way his father was held his head to his chest left no other option but for Cyrus to pat his hands against his father’s chest.
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Over the coming years, Mammon held true to his word on that dark night. He embraced his son fully and finally formed a deep bond with him. There were some good days, some bad, but never once had the demon let his mind wander back to that dark place of hate and malice. At some point, the Avatar of Greed was even able to move past the rape all together and he felt completely at peace with everything that had happened to bring his son into his life. He and Arella had even decided to take the chance to bring a new life into this world and were now expecting a set of twins. Everything felt right. But peace is never lasting for demons and Mammon has always been unlucky.
It was five minutes. Five. Damn. Minutes. Mammon should have known better. Cyrus had gone with his father to one of his photoshoots. Typically, he kept the boy in his sights at all times but this time he allowed his director to turn his attention elsewhere for a better shot from a different angle. When the demon turned back to check on his child, Cyrus was nowhere to be seen and the Avatar of Greed panicked. It was only five minutes but he was gone. He hoped the little one had just gone off to use the bathroom and would be back shortly, but after a few minutes of nervous waiting, Cyrus never reappeared.
The whole set went into a frenzy searching for the child but he was nowhere to be found in the building. Mammon wanted to scream. How could he have let this happen? His child was taken. The white-haired demon couldn’t even finish the photoshoot as he dashed out the door searching- looking for any possible trail that would lead him to Cyrus, but there was nothing. Not even a scent trail to follow. He feels his heart break as horrible thoughts ran rampant through his head. That crushing weight from five years earlier was back.
With shaking hands, he pulled out his D.D.D. from his pocket and called his older brother. Told him everything that happened. How he let his child be abducted because he got careless, how he’s searched every conceivable place he could think of. After that, the entire family mobilized. Levi ordered his Navy to search for the boy, other smaller search parties were formed as well but nothing ever came of them. They even asked Solomon to search the mortal world and there were some leads but that too led to dead ends.
Mammon, Arella and the rest of the Avatars were left heartbroken by the loss. Not even with the birth of their twins were the parents able to find peace. Six months went by, then a year, then three- after five, the searches were called off. His body was never found, which left everyone with hope. It was hope that Mammon would hold onto until he was left with no other choice.
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Trouble ~ J.V.
A/n: I see my Jerome peeps are HERE and I’m LOVING IT! Prompt list here so y’all don’t have to scroll ;) Feel free to request as many as you want for commission or when requests are open again. I LOVE using prompts!!
Request: “...6, 8 with Jerome Valeska” by anon
6: “You are actually Satan, oh my god.”
8: “Wow, I am so in love with you… just wow.”
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You know how you see someone, and it’s so obvious where they’ll end up that it’s like a scene in your head? It’s never good when this happens, so usually it’s a sad story and you kind of just frown and shake your head and pity the person, but you know that saying anything won’t do you any good so you just sit back and keep your mouth shut and wait for the inevitable end.
That’s how everyone saw Jerome Valeska.
People had never cared about Jerome, though. If they ever had, it was wiped away pretty quickly. Brutally murdering people with no care for who was on what side, who had helped or hurt, or without even a little remorse or pity or hesitation or regret... it was one of those things that most people found to be a bit of a turn off. Those who didn’t were seen to be just as unhinged as Jerome was, so they were dismissed as well.
The thing was, people HAD cared about Y/n. She was one of the most intellectually promising in her entire high school, maybe in all of Gotham. She was the kind of teenager that seemed so very adult. She was respectful and poised and very well controlled. She was pleasant to be around, and even much older people didn’t mind talking to her if they happened to be in the same place. She’d even made some pleasant relationships.
Like the friendship she had with Bruce Wayne.
Through him, she had come to learn about and meet and even get along with everyone Bruce knew. She could get along with anybody she wanted to, without threats or intimidation or groveling. She simply existed, and she had a sort of comforting, approachable presence about her. She wasn’t the least bit threatening, but she was... nice, I guess. Even dangerous people liked her, because she was the only person who didn’t seem to care about power or advantageous interactions or anything like that.
She was just nice to talk to.
This showed most prominently when she talked to people like Edward Nigma, or Oswald Cobblepott, or Silena Kyle. She’d even found herself in situations to talk to Barbara Gordan. Victor Zsasz.
People usually chalked it up to her being quite unlucky.
Because she was so unsuspecting and unproblematic and calm, she turned out to be a really good hostage. She didn’t talk back or lash out, she just sat and behaved and looked at you with a very calm, calculated expression.
Zsasz had run into her when he’d worked for Penguin and had been guarding her so that Oswald could make a deal without worrying about his bargaining chip being compromised. After a while, Y/n had asked how Zsasz’s day was going. They’d had a short, pleasant conversation, leaving the assassin intrigued by the girl when she’d been let go.
Barbara had a similar experience, except it had been when she was in Arkham of all places. Everyone had a weird thing, and very few if any people knew Y/n’s, but even she had one too. Her weird thing was visiting Arkham Asylum every once in a while visiting random people inside it, and then talking to them with the most easy normality. Like they’d been life long friends, or the person she was talking to was completely sane. She never judged or snapped, she just had a neutral expression with a sort of interest in her eyes. She was polite enough that Barbara had entertained the visit, and found herself not totally regretting it afterward.
Oswald had met her when he was mayor. She had dropped by as an errand for Jim Gordon, and had started a casual conversation when Oswald had expected her to leave when thing were handled. At first he’d been suspicious, and he still was if he was honest, but she hadn’t asked any prying questions or tried to get at him from any angle. If he drew a line, she respected it immediately and moved onto something else without missing a beat. When he got uncomfortable, she apologized and wished him a good day before excusing herself. After she’d show up several more times, sometimes sent by Jim, sometimes just to say hello, Oswald eventually relaxed. He didn’t trust her, and she didn’t expect him to, but when she stopped by to say hello he’d have someone bring them tea and they’d have a little chat. He was a little surprised when she didn’t visit him in Arkham, but when they ran into each other a little later, she nodded to him with a little smile and he got the impression she wasn’t angry with him.
As time passed, more and more people who were considered to be Gotham’s worst were coming up with more and more stories of Y/n. The girl who didn’t scream when she walked into a store and saw a dead body, but who’s neutrality wasn’t unsettling as much as it was kind of calming. She had all the makings of a twisted, demented villain, and yet she was the most normal person ever. It was confusing and intriguing, but never distinctly a bad thing. She was well known, and no one had anything bad to say about her.
It was only a matter of time before Jerome found her.
Not long after he did, he was as taken with her as everyone else. She wasn’t annoying, or unnerved by him. She was in fact endlessly interesting. He thought eventually he would get bored of her complete lack of response to even the most terrible things he told her in an effort to get her going, but found instead that the sort of sparks of interest in her gaze and the small smile that sometimes almost touched her lips was enough to keep him engaged.
She was the exact opposite of him, but in a way that didn’t drive him to want her to be gone. He didn’t WANT to kill her. It was weird, and he was living for it.
Slowly, Y/n stopped showing up in public. She stopped visiting Arkham, and the police department. She stopped running into dangerous people who never seemed to mind seeing her around, even if they weren’t supposed to be seen by anyone. She graduated high school but never talked about college. She just... slowly started to disappear.
It wasn’t as suspicious as it was disappointing. No one could tell where she was going or why all the accidental bump ins were being so carefully removed, but it was leaving the idea in everyone’s head that they might not have been accidents to begin with. Not most of them at least. That was the only thing that it could be, after years and years of her being so very unlucky, only for her to quite suddenly not run into a single soul ever. Even when people sought her out, they couldn’t find her unless she wanted to be found.
She appeared rather suddenly at Jerome’s side one day out of the blue.
No one noticed her behind the line of people in chairs. They were distracted by Jerome talking about his terribly sad past, and the people with explosive collars locked around their necks. Most importantly noted: Bruce Wayne and Jerome’s twin brother, Jeremiah.
It wasn’t until Jerome drew attention to her that anyone even registered her at all. She was so still and quiet that behind all the chaos, she might as well have been invisible.
Jerome was only too enthused to rub it in everyone’s faces.
“You know you don’t like me, and that’s fair. I’m not like any of you, am I? I don’t smile right, and I act weird. Then there’s the whole killing people thing.” He giggled, but the crowd in front of him only looked disgusted. “But is that why you really hate me, Gotham? Because I’m a big ol mean bad guy? Do you hate me because I’m a little unhinged? Because I’m a little loud and hysterical and I scare you? Or do I scare you because I have no problem being very honest and very open with all of the things you people LOVE to push under the rug and hide away and pretend no one can see.” He shook his head. “Because I’ve come to realize there is someone who’s exactly like me, but so much better at playing all of you. So much better at playing innocent and harmless and friendly, and with no real intentions other than to prove how easy you all are. How transparent.” His eyes drifted toward Y/n, and he motioned her forward. Without hesitating, she did take a few steps forward, into the light and right behind Bruce Wayne.
Gasps echoed in the crowd. To everyone’s stunned silence, Y/n stood there with the same calm and reservation she always did. She seemed perfectly unbothered by the dead body inches from her, or the people she had always seemed so close to being in danger. She didn’t look around, trying to gauge a way out, and nothing held her in forced obedience. She just looked at Jerome, that same nice, almost-smile and curiosity dancing in her eyes.
“What-” Bruce looked around, mouth dropping open when he saw who was behind him. “Y/n?”
“Ah yes,” Jerome purred. “Gotham’s little angel. Friend to all. Unassuming and nice and calm and wonderful. Aren’t you just a pillar of perfection, Y/n?” He giggled again, and Y/n tilted her head, her smile growing a little,
For the first time ever, Y/n was unnerving. Seeing her of all people look dangerous was so upsetting that the crowd started to step down from their anger towards Jerome and were edging toward true fear. If she could end up being bad, who else could? If even the bets of them could be corrupted, and even the most deranged mind could act completely normal, how could anyone ever tell when people were dangerous anymore?
It could be anyone. Anyone they trusted. Anyone they knew. Anyone they’d talked to long enough to decide they were safe. Because Bruce Wayne had known Y/n best of anyone in Gotham, and even he looked as stunned as everyone felt. He had spent copious amounts of time with her, including for hours straight during school hours, and even he had not on any level or in any way seen anything like this coming.
“Y/n?” Bruce whispered.
Y/n met his gaze. “Yes?”
He wasn’t sure what to ask her. “What’s going on?” is what he settled on.
She shrugged, as if they were catching up after school. During tea time maybe, after having not seen each other recently. “Nothing much. I’m observing and learning. People are so intriguing Bruce, have you ever noticed? I’ve learned so much. All I ever had to do was be polite, and everyone would let me sit there as long as I wanted and observe them. You learn so much by watching people, but even more from talking to them. And they always let me. All I had to do was let them talk. I never lied. I never pushed. I was respectful and curious, and they responded so well. I’ve come to learn that even the most suspicious people feel the loneliness of humanity. They crave to be wanted. To looked at. All I had to do was show interest, and they thrived under that attention. You really have to do so little for people to like you. It’s so interesting.”
Bruce’s eyes had been widening as she spoke. She said it all like she was observing humanity in a way that she wasn’t apart of it. “You’re like us, aren’t you?”
“Oh of course,” she agreed. “That’s the thing. I wanted to understand myself, so I looked at those like me. And those unlike me. To see what was and wasn’t me. To see what was similar and what was so very completely different.” She chuckled softly and Bruce felt sick to his stomach. “I never expected to find someone so very similar to me to be someone seen the eyes of everyone else as exactly opposite. Jerome and I? Very much the same, except I’d rather learn than act. I never really cared about people’s opinions or if they didn’t like me or if they were mean. I was too unassuming for bullying or abuse. I didn’t care if people looked over me like Jerome does, and that’s really the only difference. I just wanted to learn, and people were always willing to let me.” She shrugged. “But people are so simple. So easy to understand. MUCH more straight forward than any of them would like to admit. I think I’m going to be staying with Jerome from now on. He’s interesting. He understands.”
Jeremiah knew who she was only by association, and even he was surprised, despite having known Jerome very close up for so long. He supposed it wasn’t fault, but watching Bruce, he wondered if he’d even been able to tell her true nature. Even now she looked completely normal and safe. Her eyes were full of life, and she was fairly attractive. The way she stood was relaxed and the way she talked was completely normal. What was upsetting about her was not that she was obviously messed up. It was that she was so painfully normal in even a situation that should have been quite upsetting.
“You’re a sociopath,” Jeremiah offered in a sort of leveled voice. Her eyes turned to him and he realized that her calmness was contagious. She had the look of someone you could just... fall into. So easy to trust. Even now he found himself a little lured by her. She was honest about who she was. She didn’t hide anything. She was just quiet, and people forgot to ask. That wasn’t her fault. Maybe she could still be saved from his deranged brother.
“Yes,” Y/n agreed, and her complete acceptance of that didn’t sit well with Jeremiah. “Would you like me to show you? I have come to learn that everyone wants some sort of proof of it. They have a hard time believing me.”
“No that’s okay,” Jeremiah rushed to reassure just as Jerome squealed, “Yes please!”
Between the two opposite reactions from the two very opposite twins, Bruce got the idea of what her kind of proof might mean. “Don’t worry Y/n, we believe you.”
She nodded, and the two boys thought that’d be the end of it. But then she pulled an actual gun out of seemingly nowhere, pointed it at the crowd, and shot without even hesitating. There went up a scream as people scattered, revealing the body of a woman bleeding out on the ground. The bullet had hit someone around her neck and no one could do anything other than give her and themselves plenty of room away from her.
Jerome squealed with excitement.
Bruce looked at Y/n with horror. “I said we believed you! You didn’t have to kill her!”
“But I did,” Y/n decided. “Because they didn’t believe me.” Her lips turned up into a stronger smile. There was no regret or hesitation in her eyes, and Bruce felt dread slowly settle throughout his body. She WAS exactly like Jerome and the only reason this was her first kill is because she’d decided to wait until now to kill someone. They’d all been at her mercy this entire time, like a mouse held down by a mouse trap. Except they’d been perfectly fine just sitting in her trap and letting her watch with mild interest as they died.
She was just like Jerome.
One of the other people in line spat, “You’re actually Satan, oh my god.” His eyes were wide and Bruce got the idea that if he hadn’t been held by the explosive collar, he might have bolted. “You let all of us trust you and welcome you and be around you. You gained our trust, and you don’t even care about us?”
Very calmly, Y/n simply shook her head. “We’re all just meat. Do you care about the animals scientists test on to give you your makeup products and medicine? Do you care about the pig killed for its meat, or the dogs that rip each other apart in the streets for entertainment and money? We’re just animals. You guys have just gotten the idea stuck in your head for some reason that we’re special animals. You won’t admit those animals will eat you just as quickly as you will them. Pigs have high intelligence. You think you’re gods because you have the highest intelligence and then ignore how you so easily ignore what you know and do what you want instead. You give into nature just like any predator. I have simply stopped being either. I’m not villain. I’m not a hero. And you think the people who watch the villain are a different category, but they’re not. They do nothing, and bad thing happen, and that’s it. A woman died, and people didn’t do anything to stop it. There’s a whole crowd of people not held here by anything other than a secret, sick fascination with the terrible things happening here. You are just as bad as Jerome. Just as bad as me. You just refuse to admit it. I don’t. That’s all.”
Grinning, Jerome sat forward in his chair. “Wow I am so in love with you.” He giggled and everyone in the area cringed. The idea of Jerome Valeska being involved like that with Y/n... And the way she seemed to not mind it either. On top of everything else that had happened here, it was so viscerally upsetting. Jerome stood, moving behind the people in chairs to gently grab Y/n’s face, pulling her lips against his. When he pulled away, everyone’s face had gone scaringly pale. “Just, wow,” the red head whispered.
Y/n seemed to consider that. “You know, I think I have some sort of care for you. Like... like how someone explained a pet to me. Is that how affection feels?” She still looked only curious. It made sense that in a world who didn’t care to learn about people like her, and after a lifetime of holding back her questions and lack of understanding, even after all this time she still would be confused about the different way she experienced relationships with other people.
Jerome shrugged. “I think not, but I can be your pet if you want.”
Y/n smiled. “I think I do want that.”
A victorious smile adorned Jerome’s face. “That’s all I needed!” He turned to face his brother and Bruce Wayne again. “See, I was so stuck on you two. I died wanting to kill Brucie, and I’ve lived my entire life wanting to kill my dear brother, so I lived for nothing else. I thought of nothing else. I existed to end you two. But now, I have a different purpose. There is nothing like looking at someone you find so very interesting and them returning that back to you.” He giggled. “Mom always said I’d never find love. Aren’t you proud of me for proving her wrong?”
“This isn’t love,” Bruce snapped. “It’s demented. You can’t feel love. Neither of you can.”
“Maybe not,” Y/n agreed. “But it will be fun testing that.” She turned and walked off the stage, heading back and disappearing.
Jerome sighed. “And that’s my cue.” There was a gun shot and a sharp pain in his hand as the detonator fell out of his hands. He could no longer explode the necklaces. He made an ‘oopsie’ sort of expression before ducking away as another gunshot run out. “See you around, you two!” His laughter echoed as he disappeared after Y/n, fading away too quickly.
By the time Jim Gordon chased after Jerome, it was far passed too late. Whatever Y/n had done to ensure their escape, it had left no traces. They were gone.
Behind them, they left death and the lingering feeling in the air like this was only the beginning to a very, very terrible love story.
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The Adventure - TMNT Bitches: Chapter 6
(Reminder, this story has been I the works since early July so any recent changes aren't in here...but I promise to make it up to my two loves not present)
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CHAPTER 6: Crossing Paths
· It is here! It is FINALLY HERE! Valerie can barely contain her excitement as she drives through the semi-familiar streets of the city she hates, except for one weekend out of the year, Dragon Con weekend!
· It is Thursday, the official start of Dragon Con, or ‘con’ or ‘DC’, as it’s fans often referred to it as. Dragon Con is the largest comic book/sci-fi/fantasy/horror/cosplay convention on the east coast and it happens every Labor Day weekend in Atlanta, GA.
· DC is always a cause for excitement for Valerie; however, this year is extra special! Not only is she going to con, which is always the highlight of her year, but this time she is meeting up with some VERY special ladies that have helped her explore the fandom world of TMNT and who have become very close, dear, cherished friends.
· While everyone from their close knit group couldn’t make it this year, Lucy living in the UK and Kyla having prior commitments, she is still going to get to finally meet and hug the extraordinary talented fandom writers Holly, Kassie, and Kari! Life just can’t be better!
· Well…maybe it could if TMNT actually existed…but…she couldn’t complain too much because these special ladies can bring the guys to life almost like no other person can!
· Valerie’s tummy twists and tumbles as she pulls into the familiar parking deck just one block away from one of the main hotels to host the convention, the Marriott of Atlanta. Valerie is antsy and anxious!
· She just wants to park, grab her suitcases and rush in to the hotel to join the other three women, whom have flown and driven into Atlanta from other parts of the US, and start their 4 day long party!
· As she rounds through the parking deck she’s not finding any available spots on the first few levels, looks like it’s going to be another crowded year at con! As she driving up into the open air of the top level, she’s hoping to find one spot left or she’ll have to drive further away and she really hates navigating Atlanta’s one-way streets. She may be from Georgia, but she detests Atlanta’s crazy crowded maze with a passion.
· Valerie is so focused on finding that one elusive empty parking spot that she isn’t fully aware of her surroundings. As she rounds the corner of one row of cars, and angles to turn up the next aisle, her heart drops to her feet and she slams on the breaks in her SUV trying not to flatten the four MORONS standing in the middle of the driving lane.
· Cussing like a sailor, laying down on the horn, and hoping to all that is holy that the silver, 4,000lb, vehicle will stop in time to not kill the guys playing some form of LARP game in the middle of the parking deck.
· Her ire flares like a campfire doused with kerosene!
· She was riding a high of anticipated fun bit now is jerked down to earth with a body-slam! What the HELL are these guys thinking??
· Sure, pretty much all types come out at con, the gamers, the goths, the cosplayers, the kinks, the through and through nerds/geeks, and even the LARPers…but JEEZ GUYS…don’t do it in the middle of the roadway!
· Four sets of shocked eyes stare back at her from the middle of the lane. And they just stand there…not moving! She throws her hands up in the air and says out loud in the car, “What?!! Don’t just stare at me like that! Fucking move!”.
· Valerie starts shooing them out of the way with hand signals and they slowly back out of the way. If she weren’t in such a tizzy and pissed off, at nearly being indicted for vehicular man-slaughter, she may have noticed and admired the handsome quartet. After all, most LARPers don’t have bodies like these...muscles busting clothes at the seams and height on all of them; no, most LARPers looked like mommy still did their laundry for them and feed them too many Hot Pockets.
· As she pulls up next to them, she lets down her window and growls out in her southern-ass-whoopin’-accent, “What the HELL do you think you are doing? You idiots, stay out of the road!”. Two sets of baby blue eyes, a set of emerald green, and a set of amber-green hazel stare at her dumbfounded and silent. She doesn’t give the stunned group enough time to respond before she rolls up her window and drives on up the aisle and parks half-way up.
· She sits in her front seat fuming, trying desperately to regain her composure. She talks to herself, a normal thing out of habit, “Val, let it go. Just let it go. Forget about it, you are about to meet your wonder ladies in person and y’all are about to bring Atlanta to it’s knees over the next four days. Ommmmmm…..(yoga centering…zen baby zen)…let it go.”.
· Finally, feeling SLIGHTLY less murderous, she steps out of her truck and moves to the back and lifts the hatch to retrieve her suitcase. She has most of her costumes and items packed in bags and her rolling suitcase; however, the katanas for her Leonardo costume would not fit in any of the bags, so she slings the holster, with the twin sheathed blades crisscrossed, onto her back. She straps her green turtle-shell backpack onto the extended handle of her rolling suitcase, she locks up her truck and starts rolling her suitcase down the aisle head towards the parking deck staircase.
· As she gets close to the end of the car aisle, she can see the LARPing quartet still standing where she left them. ‘Ugh, morons’, she thinks to herself.
· As she walks past, the quiet conversation they were having suddenly stops and they all stare at her with mild confusion, amusement, and interest. Valerie isn’t one to accept blatant staring. She doesn’t like to be ‘seen’. She is the wall-flower type, the one who likes to stand in the back. She’s the Observer, not the Observee…so she becomes irked by their stares and stops and faces them, “WHAT?!!”, she asks staring challengingly back at them.
· No answer comes from the quiet group, just four sets of eyes staring at her in…what is that? Shock? Amusement? Their expressions are such a mixture that she can’t quite pin-point the expressions playing across their handsome faces.
· So she stands there, with the blue tendrils from the hilts of her katanas whipping in the wind, staring back at them.
· One set of eyes stares with more intensity than the others. They are discerningly more intense; like they are searching, evaluating, noting qualities and vulnerabilities. It makes her uneasy. However, she isn’t one to show a predator weakness, no matter what they threaten her with, so she stares back just as intently, refusing to turn her back on them.
· In staring, Valerie becomes acutely aware of their size. These guys are all tall, two of them VERY tall, and all of them are well built. Actually, one of them is a fucking monster. Forget eating his Wheaties for breakfast; that red haired one looks like he ate the whole damn Wheaties truck, tires and all! This would not turn out well if they decided attacking the alone girl in the parking deck was more fun than LARPing in the parking deck.
· Valerie wants to get to the safety of the crowds below, but she doesn’t feel safe retreating into a closed stairwell with these guys fixated on her presence.
· ‘Maybe yelling at them earlier wasn’t the best idea, me and my temper…shit! What are they talking about and WHY does that one keep staring at me so hard? Jeez, dude, get your own life and stop trying the stare me out of mine’, she thinks to herself.
· The staring match goes on for an uncomfortably long time, finally they start to move backward as a group, putting more space between her and them.
· Just as Valerie is starting to consider how fast she can out run all four of them, another car, searching for its own elusive parking spot, comes rolling through the driving lane. Thankful for the distraction, the active presence of witnesses, and a reason to move on, Valerie leaves the LARPing group watching her rolling her suitcase towards the stairwell.
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Welcome To The Pack: Not Lost
Summary- 8.5k Alpha Steve x You. You wake up, and your not in your northern home anymore, but deep in Wakanda, in the palace of T’Challa and under Shuri’s care with Steve and Natasha at your side. Can Shuri fix you? Bucky is about to head out with Clint, Wanda and Pietro to bring back who Brock and Alanna took, The White Wolf and his team are ready for the hunt. Warnings- Smut, bad words. It’s a softer chapter.
A/N- Wow, thank you everyone who reads this. I always appreciate thoughts on The Pack, and what you would like to see. Much Love and Happy Reading. 🐺❤️
Chapter 7 / Pack Masterlist
Bucky returning home made him sigh in relief once him and Clint pulled onto Pack lands once more. The White Wolf pacing his mind lifted his muzzle in appreciation, inhaling deeply the cool forests that they called home.
<Feels like we haven't run here in ages.>
Don't get too comfortable, we're headed out right away. Brock still has Cassandra. Bucky wouldn't even consider another thought, one where Brock didn't have the woman anymore.
Bucky thoughts darkened with worry for her and the White Wolf growled deeply in the deepest parts of his mind. They might have nothing more than a physical attachment to her, but he was responsible for her safety. Brock would pay for ever laying a hand on her. Bucky turned back to his current thoughts, watching the dappled sunlight through the trees, like it was welcoming them home.
The tension ebbed from his shoulders and glancing at Clint, he could see the archer felt the same way, immediately taking a relaxed stance, elbow on the window sill of the jeep, fingers thrumming the steering wheel in the same way the songs beat flowed through the cab. Although it was a known fact the archer was partially deaf to an military accident when he was a younger man, his other senses heightened. He had once told Bucky he felt music as much as could hear it. It seemed so the way his fingers danced on the steering wheel, following the beats' vibrations.
“Never thought I would be so damn glad to be back.” Barton said as the jeep rumbled towards the garage, and put it into park.
“It's a shame we won't be staying, are you sure you want to come with me?” Bucky asked as he opened the door and slid out, preparing to go find Wanda and get a hold of Pietro who should be headed back to the east coast anytime now.
“Of course, I wouldn't have made the offer brother if I didn't mean it.” The Archer said as he stretched and they made their way towards the gathering group, Sara leading them as she was now the acting Alpha till Steve returned.
“Boys, am I damn glad to see you.” She held her arms out, first hugging Bucky and then Clint, stepping back to inspect them. “Although you two are a sight for sore eyes, I just got off the phone with Sam, he said that clean up at Pierces is now going much faster, since Stark’s crew showed up, and he's hoping the pack can come home within’ a day or two if you two are sticking around.”
“That's good, I’m sure Sam is ready to be back home, as well as you.” Sara gave an affirmative nod, the mates bond ached for their partners when separated, her hand absently moving up to the mark Sam left on her years ago, rubbing it absently. “We're going after Rumlow, he's still got a hostage and we need to return her home, safe.” Bucky said, staying vague. It wasn't that he didn't want Sara knowing, the White Wolf was always a bit of a loner, and did not want the whole pack knowing his relationship with Cassandra, especially since he didn't entirely know himself what it was. “Is Wanda around? I would like to speak with her.”
At the mention of her name, she came out of the crowd, and Sara nodded over to her home. How about we all go inside? You three can discuss what you need to and fill me in on what's going on with the Alpha, Y/N and Natasha.” Her arms embraced around the two men, leading them away from the group. When she felt the rest of the pack unsettled behind her, she looked over her shoulder growling softly for silence. She would fill them in on the details later.
Sara ushered them inside of her home, everyone settling in comfortably while she got beers for all of them, and sat down too.
Bucky wasted no time while screwing off the top of the beer he was given. “Thanks Doll.” Turning to Wanda, he motioned between him and Clint. “I was hoping I could rope you and Pietro into coming with me and Clint while we hunt down Brock and Alanna. They took someone, we need to get her back.”
“If that's what the Alpha has requested, Pietro can meet us on the road if you’re ready to leave right away.”
Bucky shook his head, and twisted the bottle in his hand, messing with the label. “No Wanda, this gotta be something you wanna do. Steve, he's fine with whatever you choose, and I know Stark is your Alpha, so really you're a free Wolf here. But she is probably going to be hurt, in ways… I just don't know. I can really use a healer for her.”
Wanda listened intently, Bucky could see that she was discussing with her Wolf, the risks going off with him and Clint could mean for her and her brother, but then her resolve passed over her face.
<She will join us, and it's good to have her with us. She can keep Cassandra calm.>
Partly why I wanted her with us.
“Of course I will come, I will message Pietro. My brother, he will want to come.” Wanda was already pulling out her phone to call her twin, pulling away from the table. “Pietro, how do you feel about…” Stepping out of the room, Sara turned back to the two of them.
“And Steve… How's he doing?” It was easy to sense her worry and concern for her Alpha and friend. Bucky and Clint look at each other a moment, recalling how feral he had turned in the tunnel.
“Not good, he was close to attacking us after Y/N was infected and lost consciousness. If Bucky wasn't there to challenge him, he probably would have. I'm sure Sam told you Tony is shipping them to Wakanda. Banner seems to think that the Panthers might have a solution to bring her Wolf back.”
“Even if they can't, Steve isn't just letting her go. You know him and the Wolf are already attached to her as if they have already shared the bite.”
Clint nodded in agreement and Bucky winked. “Mans got it bad, I bet y’all fifty bucks they have bonded before they get back.” Sara gasped and smacked Bucky's arm.
“You're terrible, betting on your friends like that.”
Bucky grinned as he tipped up his bottle. “Doll, never said I was a good man or a good wolf.”
Inside the White Wolf yipped in agreement, making Bucky’s grin wider.
Clint piped up on the other side of Sara. “I will take that bet.” and Sara pointed a finger at Clint.
“You're no better than him.” Leaving both the wolves laughing as she got up, shaking her head at them. “Bond or not, Steve obviously cares for her in a way he didn’t with Alanna. I cant see him going all the way to Africa on a whim for her.”
Bucky thought about his best friend's earlier relationship, and had to agree. Their bond wasn't there, Steve had lied to himself for years about it, but if push came to shove, Steve would have stayed with the pack first and sent someone else. With You, you couldn't pry him away, if it had been anyone other than Bucky, he would have killed them for coming near you when you first went under.
“Your right Doll, there isn't anything Steve wouldn't do for Y/N, bond or not.” Bucky agreed and Sara gave a knowing smile.
Wanda came back into the room, her phone going back into her pocket. “Pietro’s in.”
“Good, then let's get packed.” Bucky finished off his beer.
You finally tore yourself away from the view of Wakanda, and went back in, much to Steve’s persuasion. Once you settled back down at a nearby table that still provided a view for you to get lost in. Steve drew his hand along the back of your neck, and you tilted it back, looking up at him. “Hungry? I can call down for breakfast before we go back to the lab.”
You questioned yourself a bit if you wanted food, and was met with quiet in your mind. A stillness that made you uneasy. Usually your Little Wolf would be demanding some answers right now. Or food, she would have liked that. That silence tightens your chest in grief that for the first time you felt alone inside. You put on a smile instead and a nod.
“Breakfast sounds good. I'm ravished Alpha.”
He gave a soft smile and dropped a kiss to your forehead. “Right away Little One.”
Steve went to make that call, you turned back to the view. Tilting your head to inhale deeply, thankfully you didn't lose your strong sense of smell, cause it was something to behold. Heavy sweet scents of fruit encased your tongue, tasting it on the air as if you cupped that fruit in your hands to inhale. Rainfall, it was crisper than your lake, but not quite like the streams you liked to jump over. It was a heavy moisture that seemed to dew even now on your skin, the shower outside was reflecting the sun in prisms that danced around the walls of your room. All of it was so leafy and green in your mind, dripping constantly in the lushness under the towering trees that stretched up to your balcony. Steve footsteps drew you back from your daydream, seating himself across from you.
“It will be up soon Little One.” He reached across the table, and weaved his fingers with yours, studying you.
You nodded and gave a light squeeze to his hand. “How many days has it been Alpha, since all this happened.”
“About three, after you passed out, Barton flew us to Stark. Banner couldn't do anything, but he told us that maybe the Panthers could. A plant, Shuri is positive, it's what caused this to happen to you. The dose Pierce gave you, more than it should have been.”
You wrinkle your nose at what he's saying, trying to keep calm, without the help of your Little Wolf now. But you can't help the shimmer of tears brimming your eyes.
<She is so lost without her Steve.> The Wolf whined, and Steve softly agreed with his beast.
“Come here Little One.” He gave a soft tug to your hand and you raised from your seat circling around the table, where Steve opened his arms, and pulled you gently into his hold till you were cradled into him, one hand wrapped around your waist, and the other gently tracing your outer thigh, tucking you into his shoulder.
“I promised you that you're not alone, we will find her Little One. Shuri is sure she isn't gone.”
“No? Then where is she Steve? I searched and called for her. She never came.” Your voice was muffled into his neck, and he could feel the wetness falling on his shoulder to slide down his back. “I'm nothing without her.” You said with defeat and Steve shifted you enough to look at him.
“No Little One, that is not true.” He nudged his nose gently against yours, nipping softly at your lips. “You stood up against your abuser just as you are now, and would again. How many times have your decisions been because they are what you wanted, and she supported you? All your choices, the one to escape, the one to trust me, and the one to fight with the pack, all you Little One. You and Her are the same. Even when you can't see or feel her.”
Steve’s Wolf rumbled softly in response, Steve could feel it rolling through his chest, which you felt the vibration, heard it. His way of saying he agreed. You were no less a wolf then before.
A knock on your door made Steve catch your lips quickly, and pull away, calling out. “Give us a minute.” Tapping gently on your thigh to signal you to get up, he reached for a folded robe at the end of the bed, and snapped it open to ease onto you, and while you were tying it shut, he grabbed his own, and slipped it on to go to the door. Opening it, they found Natasha standing there, with a full cart of food.
“Figured I would join you two, if you don't mind?”
“Of course not Nat, there's plenty for all of us.” Steve stepped aside, and when Natasha came in, she grinned seeing you awake.
“Thank God, it's so good to see you Y/N! I thought I was gonna be stuck here alone with Steve.” She ditched the cart once it was inside and went over to hug you, which you were so happily to give back, nuzzling into the red head.
“It's so good to see you to, and I wouldn't subject you to that. What kind of pack member would I be, leaving you all alone with the Alpha. “ Steve strolled the cart past them, snorting at them.
“I see how it is, two against one. That's fine, don’t worry about it. I will just leave you two alone.” He gave a teasing growl while popping a grape in his mouth, stopping at the table.
You and Natasha grin at each other and follow along after him.
“Not like you can eat all this yourself.” You sweep down into Steve's lap, picking up the cup of coffee he just made while Natasha took the seat next to you two, quickly falling into easy conversation till Shuri called for you all to join her in the lab.
Back home Sara was giving the group lasting hugs as they all prepared to leave. Sam still wasn’t back with the rest of the pack, and maybe she was getting a little emotional as she hugged Bucky around his neck. “Stay safe, and come home soon. You hear me Buck? Sam misses it when you take off.”
Bucky couldn't help but grin at this news, and Sara groaned softly. “You can't tell him I ever said that either. My mate would never forgive me.”
At this the whole group laughed, Bucky folding his arms over each other. “Sara, that man worships the ground you walk on. He would forgive you in ten seconds if he thought you were sad about it.”
Wanda arched a brow to see if Sara would deny it and Clint, grinned, knowing full well Bucky told the truth.
“Fine! He really wouldn't, but for the love of god, don't Barnes. Or I won't forgive you.” She said and ushered the three of them to the vehicle. “Be safe!”
Barnes slipped in behind the wheel as Clint and Wanda got in as well, closing the door and letting his elbow rest on the door. “Doll, don't worry about it. We will see you soon” Giving Sara a wink, he flicked on the radio and left.
Sara watched from the side, watching the dust kick up behind the Suv. Trying to battle the unease in the pit of her stomach.
Her Wolf sidled up with a whine, her ears laid back as she watched her family drive away.
It will be okay, they will be home safe. Sam will be home safe. Steve, Y/N and Natasha will be home safe.
<Then why are we feeling like this?>
Sara didn't answer the Wolf, turning away from the road and headed back to her cabin, clearly not having an answer.
Down in the lab, you stuck close to Steve’s side, again immensely missing your Little Wolf's presence in your mind as you looked around in awe. Natasha followed along close behind, her hand taking your free one, and giving a light squeeze of assurance. Steve's arm was also wrapped around your waist, keeping you tucked in close. His eyes would glance down at you once in a while, and catch yours, giving you a soft smile and pressing his lips to the top of your hair, soft and silken against his mouth as he would mouth softly. “You're not alone.”
You're not alone.
You repeated it back to yourself, and turned back towards the awaiting Panthers. Natasha released your hand while Steve drew you forward to introduce you to the others now that you were awake. Steve could feel the soft nervous shiver that rolled through you, catching these predators scent. It spoke of night stalking in the jungle treetops and danger, although Shuri beamed wide at you, and the King smiled softly. “Alpha, your queen is a true beauty.” Taking your hand he bowed his head to touch his forehead to your knuckles and backed up afterwards. Steve's hand tightened around you slightly. “Y/N, this is the King of Wakanda, T’Challa.”
“Errr, what is respectful to a King? I'm sorry, this kind of etiquette I just don't know.”
Shuri gave a laugh and T’Challa put up his hands. “You have no need to be formal Y/N, that is only for the rituals of old. T’Challa is fine.”
“If we had to bow down every time, his head would get swollen.” Shuri made a motion around her head, and crossed her eyes at T’Challa. You gave a soft laugh listening to the siblings.
“And this is my sister, Shuri.” T’Challa said, clearly ignoring Shuri now. And Shuri bounced forward, slinging her arm around your shoulders.
“What do you say, I drag you away from your Alpha and see if we can't figure out where your Wolf has wandered off to?”
You bite your lip and look up at Steve, who gives a soft nod, and extracts his arm from around your hip. Shuri is quick to drag you away, chatting the whole time while you look over your shoulder one last time at Steve and Natasha before turning back towards her.
“I’m sorry, what?” You can't help but feel your Little Wolf would have really liked her, she was so outgoing and just automatically acted like you two were friends.
“What happened, after Piece gave you the shot?” She asked again and had you sit on an examination table.
“Oh.” You rub at the back of your neck, watching Shuri closely while she tapped on a computer. “It all happened suddenly, the syringe was emptied into me, and then there was pain. All over, and my Little Wolf collapsed where she was, withering in pain, and said she was trying to hold on, but then… she was just… gone.” You wiped at your face, wishing Steve was there, but you could still sense him. Just on the other side of the door, and you took a deep breath to calm yourself. Shuri was typing quickly, hissing in aggravation at your story.
“Fucking asshole gave you like five times what he should, no wonder you fell into a coma like state.” Shuri said sympathetically, and tapped her computer till it projected an image.
It showed a flower, beautiful to look at, something exotic like you've never seen in your woods before. You study it closer, the shape of the flower reminded you of a calla lily, the shimmering purple almost glowing that made it almost seem unreal, ethereal.
“This is what he gave me? What is it?” you tear your gaze away and Shuri comes over by you, also looking at the flower.
“We simply call it a Heart Shaped Herb, native to Wakanda. Very rare, and we grow it in a special place, so how Pierce got it…” She bared her teeth in agitation. “We are looking into that. It’s abilities include putting our Beasts into hibernation. Which, I think is where your Wolf is right now. You can't find her cause she's in a deep sleep. Right now.”
“Can you wake her?” You ask, a bit of hope in your voice. And Shuri nods.
“Give me a bit of time, and access to your mind Y/N, and I think she will be back with you.”
You gave a soft pleased cry and hugged around Shuri’s neck, who hugged you back, patting your back.
“My Panther thinks you're absolutely adorable!” Shuri giggled.
In the other room, Steve and Natasha watched the interactions, Steve’s Wolf pacing back and forth, his ears roving back and forth.
Can you hear them?
<No, but isnt going to stop me from trying.>
She is safe here.
<She is safe when she's back with us.>
Steve switched subjects on the Beast, tilting his head as he watched you stretch out on the table.
Our Little One, she seems relieved.
<Whatever the Panther told her has certainly given her excitement. And some good news. She didn't even hesitate touching her.>
Not at all, I think she will be okay. I trust the Panther.
The Wolf finally settled down, still watching. <I do to, she is good for our Mate.>
Natasha gave the Alpha a sidelong glance. “What are you two discussing, I can see the way you're concentrating on Y/N that the both of you are extremely focused.”
Letting his gaze break from you as you and Shuri broke apart, and you started to get comfortable on the examination table, he loosened his rigid hold, relaxing slightly. “My Mate of course.”
Natasha let her eyes roam over her Alpha as he went back to watching you, making sure you were safe above all else.
<Do you think he's noticed that he no longer battles denying she is his?> The Red Wolf thoughts echoed in Natasha’s mind. Although she kept a straight face, not letting the smile she could feel bubbling in her chest cross her face. Natasha was happy for Steve, she had been witness to the years before he was Alpha of the Pack, and many times forced herself to bite her tongue at disrespecting Alanna out loud. But her and her Wolf, neither liked the woman who wound herself into Steve’s life at the time.
I do not know, but being a mate is good for him, having someone to call his own.
Shuri spent about an hour tapping into your mind, searching for any sign of the Little Wolf, and finally once she finished, knowing you were exhausted.
“You did great Y/N.” She helped you up, and motioned for Steve to come inside. “How about you go rest with your Alpha, and I'm sure T’Challa has set it up where you two can go do some exploring. Just not too much.” Shuri stressed looking at Steve, who arched a brow, taking your hand to help you to a stand.
“Trust me, my mate's health is first and foremost in my mind.” Steve assured Shuri as he steadied you on your feet, always knowing just where you were at his side even when he wasn't looking at you. You picked up that subtle remark, letting it sink in that he had called you his Mate. Shuri gave a nod, and flashed you a smile.
“I hope to see you at Dinner tonight. T’Challa I’m sure will be extending an invitation. Some of the clans will get together on the palace grounds, and will all love to meet our Northern Friends. But only if you've gotten rest.”
You gave an assuring smile to Shuri as you let yourself lean into Steve. Even without the Little Wolf adding her own desires, you still craved that closeness to him. “Im afraid my attire is very limited.” Steve's hand dipped along your ribs, tracing your body through the wisps of clothing you had been given while here. He started to ease you away, ready to get you back to the room. He could feel the strain the past hour had put on you.
“We will see tonight Highness, if Y/N is up for it.” Excusing the two of you for the elevator, you rubbed at your forehead a bit, and he enclosed you close in his arms during the speedy ride up to your floor, his voice soft as he inhaled against your neck, feeling the rumble more than hear him.
“You okay?” Tilting his head to be able to look at you and you nodded, rubbing your face against his rumbling chest and looked up at him with a grin.
“Im okay Alpha, a shower and nap. I will be as good as new.” Once the doors opened, both of you headed towards the rooms you were staying in, and opening the door, Steve saw someone had brought them up some food. Fresh cut fruit, drizzles of golden honey to spread over it, light and appreciated as you inspected it, surprised to find you stomach rumbling while Steve went to start the shower for you. Taking a slice of kiwi, you put just a touch of the golden sweetness on it, and taste, giving a soft surprised moan at the taste.
“Oh damn.”
Immediately hearing you, Steve popped his head out of the bathroom, tugging off his shirt and tossing it to the now made bed. “Find something good?”
You chuckled softly seeing him getting ready to join you in the shower while you were snacking. Licking at your fingertip, you went to pass him to go into the bathroom. “Fruit and honey. And honestly the best I've ever tasted.” Steve caught sight of some golden droplets at the corner of your lip and he grasped your chin, letting his tongue lap at the stickiness. He rumbled softly in appreciation. “It certainly does taste good, on you.” Catching the wicked gleam in his eye, you bit at your lip and thought about going back for more. But he turned you towards the shower with a gentle nudge and chuckle having seen the shift in your expression.
“Later, we’re not leaving right away.”
You relent, and start stripping off your clothes, and let them fall where they land. Your hand tests the water, and then you duck inside, stepping under the rainstorm shower head, tilting your head back to let it flow over your face and into your hair. A rustle behind you and a brush of Steve’s chest across your back had you backing up to give him room. He ducked his head under and gave a vigorous shake of his head, spraying water before he stepped out. “Turn around Little One, let me wash your hair.”
Glancing at the choices provided, you picked up a bottle and flipped the cap, sniffing it. Fresh and clean, lightly scented with a hint of citrus, you handed the bottle to Steve and did as he asked. The Alpha took it and palmed a generous amount. Letting his fingers massage against your scalp, keeping it in a steady deep pressure without it hurting. You groaned, tilting your head this way and that when he pressed slightly.
Steve admired the way the water beaded on your skin, and streaked down your body, the droplets precarious in the curves before falling over the edge and falling away from your body. Your soft sighs made the Beast rumble softly in appreciation, and it rolled through Steve as he pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “Close your eyes so I can rinse.” His tone dropped an octave, his Alpha tone. There was no impulse directly from your Little Wolf, but you still didnt even think twice about it as you stepped back under and his hands massaged your hair again, making the suds fall away. A light grasp to your throat brought you back into his chest, his nose tracing the column of your neck, inhaling deeply, and nuzzling against your pulse. A lap of his tongue over what you knew would be his preferred spot to mark you made you shiver in his hold. “Steve?” you questioned, but the Alpha just inhaled one last time and let you go. You waited patiently for him to tell you what to do as his eyes looked down your back. You no longer tried to hide the scars, not like before. His hands eased over them, and he felt that shiver that rolled through you. One day he would touch you there, and you wouldn’t fight it.
“Face me Little One.” Hands eased you to face him, and another palmful of soap was applied, his hands sliding down your shoulders, your arms, then back up. He groaned, not hiding at all how turned on he was just seeing you dripping wet. “Little One, you are so incredibly beautiful.” Down to your full breasts, his fingertips just sliding over your nipples, and rolling between calloused pads, pulling slightly to hear you gasp and that shift in your eyes spark in arousal.
“Even though I'm just me right now?” Your brows furrowed, your head dropping enough for wet strands to hide your face from him in that moment. He was quick to bring your back, palming your breasts and giving a firm squeeze. “
“Little One, Y/N” He used your name to really drive his next words into you. “I still want you just as you are now. If you wanted my bite, I would bond with you right now Y/N, don't think that you're not a wolf just because you can't see the Little Wolf. She is you, and you are her.” His hands massaged your quivering belly, and over your hips to reach behind and clasp your ass, pulling you in close against him. Before you could make any kind of argument against what he said, he claimed your mouth, his size pressing you to step back under the warm spray when he advanced. His hands rinsed you off, warm slippery skin under his palms, curves he had grown intimate with. You couldn't help digging your fingers in slightly on his arms when your back contacted the cool tile, you gasped into his mouth.
“That's right Little One.” He growled against your lips, then lapping his tongue along the roof of your mouth, and over your teeth before once more pulling away, making you lean forward and whine at the loss of contact. “I will always want you by my side.” His hands didnt stop till the reached your waist and Steve went to his knees, his nose sliding over your stomach to kiss and nip around your belly button. Everything he said was true, him and the Wolf were completely enraptured with you, and had a lifetime to find out all the little things that made up who you were.
Changing those nips to kisses, the traveled further town, his beard scraping against your thighs till you couldn't take the teasing any longer, the burn making you wetter than you already were. Your fingers plunged into his hair and your thighs parted so that his cheek could rub up against your inner thigh.
“Again Alpha?” You shuddered, and tipped your head back, moaning when you felt the rasp of his beard again and his nose trailed your slit before he even took a taste.
“You smell so sweet Little One, much better than that honey.” A hand moved from your waist to the back of your thigh sliding to your knee and lifting to hook it over his shoulder. Nothing would be hidden from him, and he kissed your inner thigh pressed near his cheek, firmly biting it hard enough to bruise, leaving his teeth impressions without breaking your skin. The sting made your back arch off the tile, tightening your hold in his hair, hissing with satisfaction.
You could feel the upturned curve of his lips pressing where the bruise would form, but then your Alpha turned his attention to your aching core, and you spied a look down, that made you whimper, clench around nothing yet. His gaze on you wasn't just a man in need, it was a beast. Eyes shimmering a slight yellow as his pupils enlarged, the pink of his tongue escaping to plunge between your folds, and gathered your slick all over his tongue with a deep lap, the tip teasing your clit before going back to inhaling your arousal, making his head swarm, the Wolf to start howling in his lust. You were perfect, completely enrapturing him with those soft mewling sounds above him whenever he honed in on a sensitive spot for you.
“Steve, Alpha” you chanted his name, tugging his hair to press him in more. His beard scraping your sensitive folds every time he took those long laps to spread your slick, and when his teeth would pull at your folds, his lips suck on your clit, it was just a mess of sensations that made your jolt under his firm hold. He would growl at you once in a while out of instinct, his eyes flicking up at you to see you start to fall apart. “Please Alpha.” Begging now for him.
The vibrations from Steve made you clench around him the moment he let his tongue fill you, stroking your fluttering walls and sucking all the juices, squeezing you to give him more. Your thigh ached to close against his head, and you tilted your head back, giving a low wail when he took one more demanding stroke with his tongue. “Little One, Look at me.” The Alphas voice was graveled, not giving an option to deny him, you struggled to look at him, but once your eyes locked, he bit your mound, drawing it into his mouth, while he sucked on your clit, and you knew he wanted you to cum for him.
Another lap, demanding growl and harder fingers, one hand pinning your hip against the cool tile while being misted by the warm water, and Steve's other hand had laid claim to your thigh over his shoulder, his arm folded over it, and fingertips biting in your inner thighs sensitive flesh. When the Alpha looked up again, eyes now a weird mix of yellow and blue, the wolf laying claim to you as well, you broke for him. Flooding his mouth with your release, grinding into him as you stiffened almost painfully, he worked your orgasm from its high to low point, letting you sink down the tile, when he let your leg drop, and when you landed before him, he grasped your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, needing to lay claim not just to your body, but to all of you.
Fingers curled at the back of his neck, your eyes closed as your tongue danced with his, when he broke from you, your head fell to his shoulder and you could hear Steve whispering. “I got you Little One, sleep.” and the water suddenly stopped. Somewhere as you were fading away, you could feel his hands sliding around your wet body and then his firm chest cushioning you. Even further away, a barely there howl you were all too familiar with made you stir in his arms, your Little Wolf calling for you before you sunk back into a deep sleep.
When you woke, there was a soft light in the room and that's what your eyes focused on at first. It was a lamp near the bed, and you rolled to the other side, seeking out Steve but he wasn't there either. Rubbing at your eyes to focus them, you inhaled to try and scent him instead. You just barely caught him amid the barrage of other smells, and you would see him on the balcony, ear to his shoulder like he was holding a phone, and leaning forward on muscled forearms against the balconies railing and the muscles in his back were taunt in that position. You allowed yourself a moment to appreciate the sight before you. His deep voice drifted back to you in bits and pieces, but you picked up enough to know he must be talking to either Sam or Bucky. After a few moments you pushed the sheet covering you off and started to seek out some clothes, pushing yourself up out of the soft bed.
Hearing the sheet rustle, Steve glanced over his shoulder to see you move to a stand, arching your arms over your head, and the curve of your back dipped further in an arch. Momentarily distracted as he admired you, Sam's voice grew aggravated.
“Steve? Did I lose you?”
Turning away from watching you sort through some clothes Shuri had provided, Steve went back to Sam.
“No I’m here, Y/N just woke up.” He stated and Sam gave a slight chuckle in a knowing manner. “So you are all about to head back home? Were you able to find a temporary Alpha for them till that pack can figure out what they wanted to do?”
“Caine is going to take over, he wants to. Turns out Pierce didn't actually kill all those Wolves he claimed he did. A few, but there's still plenty there. Tony's crew turned up, helped us out. The Council came down. Ross in particular.” Steve heard a slight growl in Sam’s voice, and he couldn't disagree. Ross had a way of pushing the wrong buttons. “Claims he wants to speak with you once you come home.”
“Well his ass can wait. I don't know when I will be home.” A pair of hands slid up his back, and Steve straightened, his arm moving to rest around yours and pull you in against his chest, his nose dipping into your hair and breathing you in while he listened to Sam.
“What I told him. Besides what he doesn’t know wont hurt his ass any. As soon as I get home, we’re picking up those customer orders that had been sidetracked, but other than that things are all good here. Tell Y/N that Sara is ready for her to come home and send your girl our love.”
“Of course, you can tell her yourself actually.” Steve handed you the phone, and you pressed it to your ear, talking to Sam for a few minutes.
“Miss you guys too, I will keep him in line.” You give Steve a look and he gives a playful growl, snapping his teeth near your ear before kissing your shoulder, making you laugh as you hang up the phone.
“Sam seems to like playing Alpha.” You hand it back to Steve while he drops it into his pocket.
“Well good, I will take you on more exotic vacations like this one.” He teased, wrapping you in his arms and you rubbed his chest looking excitedly up at him.
“Alpha, before I fell asleep…”
“In the shower.” Steve had a bit of a grin, and you felt your cheeks get warm at the memory, his hand catching your chin and pressing his lips to yours. “Don't be shy, it was beautiful seeing you like that.”
You could feel your body warm, and the praise settle in, making you feel good. “ANYWAYS, I think I heard my Little Wolf!”
Steve arched his brows in surprise, and the Wolf stirred to hear you, pushing himself up from where he was resting and pacing closer to the front of Steve’s mind.
<Maybe the Panther was able to bring her back after all.>
Did you really doubt Shuri and Y/N that they couldn't bring her back?
The Wolf flicked his ears back and let his muzzle drop, sighing. <Some of me did.>
I was worried too. You're not the only one.
Steve's hands rubbed along your back and grinned at your news, kissing your forehead, and letting his hands move to cup your face. “We will tell Shuri when we go down to dinner, maybe she will be back home sooner than we thought if you heard her.”
You couldn't help the elation you were feeling, that you might have her back soon, fill that emptiness that you have been feeling since that day.
“Dinner? Oh that's right, but I have nothing to wear.” You frowned a bit and Steve took your hand, leading you inside the room.
“Natasha is waiting for you. The Queen and Shuri had outfits brought up for you two to pick from. Nat insisted they were brought to her room, and that you can change with her once you woke up.” Steve loved seeing the excitement suddenly flash across your face, and he grabbed a tee to yank on, and opened the door. “Shall we?” Slipping your hand into his, he led you down the hallway, your gaze wandering. Beautiful woven tapestries, mostly of Panthers lined the hallways.
You were a bit excited, you had never had the opportunity to dress up before, not for anyone. You just genuinely hoped you could give something for Natasha to work with. Stopping a few doors down from you, Steve knocked and Natasha’s voice rang out “Come in.”
What Steve opened the door to was not what you were expecting and your eyes widened taking in the room. There were outfits everywhere and even Steve looking around seemed a bit overwhelmed.
Natasha on the other hand, with a glass of what looked like champagne was perfectly at home, running her fingers over the richly colored fabrics, until she reached you. “Perfect, Alpha I got her. You go get ready yourself.”
Steve gave a half grin looking down at you in apology, and you gave him a gentle push. “Go on, let Nat doll me up, see if I can't make you pant a little later.” You winked as he growled.
“You always do Little One.” Nuzzling your neck he pulled away and Natasha handed you your own glass of champagne while shutting the door.
“Lets blow his fucking mind. Okay, here's what I was thinking.” She tugged you along, and you were lost in a sea of bright colors and girl talk.
They had been on the road most of the afternoon, Bucky got the coordinates from the trackers Steve had sent when Cassandra first came up missing. Wanda sent Pietro a message of where to meet them once Bucky confirmed where the trackers were waiting. It wasn’t anything more than a few hours drive. Meeting up all together in a truck stop diner, late at night. They all crowded around a table, pulling up extra chairs, and the waitress came over, taking their orders. Small talk was exchanged at first, waiting till they would be left alone for a period of time after food was brought to them. Once everything was brought, and their host left them to enjoy their meals, they turned towards the food, each one digging in.
Ravenous as Bucky, Clint and Wanda were, they spoke between bites, Pietro next to his sister would quickly reach in and snag a fry, making her growl at him while he smirked.
“Can't share with your brother?”
“Get your own.” she responded as she dunked it in ketchup and popped it in her mouth.
“Why when I can just take yours?” He grinned and lightning quick grabbed another.
Bucky normally wouldn't say anything, knowing the twins were playing in their usual manner, but there wasn't time for games. The White Wolf growled at the younger Wolves and they were quick to quiet down, Wanda sliding her plate between the two of them to share while Bucky turned back to the trackers.
“Do you have any idea of where Brock and Alanna are?”
They both nodded, the older, a male named Adam slipped a piece of paper across the table. “From what Tonya dragged up about them, they have been staying here for a few months. We checked it out before you all came into town, and sure enough their scent is all over it. And others, I'm guessing it's your woman Bucky.”
Bucky didn't correct him, even though he did catch Clint's side eye.
<Tonight, we can't wait any longer to get to her and pull her out.>
Tonight, as soon as we clear it with the rest.
<Your Alpha here, they will go as soon as you suggest it.>
Bucky looked among the wolves seated around him, and he knew the White Wolf was right. He couldn't have asked for better pack members then what he had right here with him now.
“And the house is currently occupied, we saw movement inside. Someone checks the curtains once in a while although they are closed all the time.” Tonya added, and Bucky nodded, looking at each member of their tables.
“Tonight, after dark, we storm the place. Get Cassandra out, if Brock and Alanna are casualties then so be it.” Bucky said, and there were nods from around the group.
“Well sounds like a good time Alpha.” Pietro grinned from across the table, and Bucky snorted, arching his brows in amusement.
“I'm no Alpha.”
Clint chuckled and slapped his comrades back. “Ya are tonight man, this is your gig. Were along for the ride.”
Wanda nodded at him while dunking another fry, and the trackers joining them shrugged and nodded. “We did our part, we're just following you now.”
Bucky growled out with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t know how the fuck Steve puts up with all of you.” The White Wolf shook out his fur, arching to a stand.
<The same way we put up with them. They are our family, our pack.>
Bucky didn't have anything to say to that, he just reached over and stole one of Wanda's fries from her fingers and popped it in his mouth with a grin.
Steve had knocked on Nat’s door, but Nat opened it just a peek, not allowing him to look in. “Were not ready yet.”
“Where is Y/N, is she okay?” He asked trying to look over Natasha’s head, inhaling deeply your scent that was reaching him, but she blocked him, hands moving to her hips.
“She’s just fine Steve. Now go on downstairs and we will join you soon.” Natasha worked on closing the door. But the Alpha and the Wolf were not entirely ready for that and his foot blocked it from shutting completely.
“Shouldn't I escort you ladies down? That is the gentlemanly thing to do after all.” The Wolf huffed in laughter at his attempts, but Natasha shook her head, green eyes glimmering in amusement. “I will escort her, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.” Pushing his foot out, the door closed on Steve, and he relented.
“If you're not down in ten minutes, I’m coming back up!” He raised his voice through the heavy wooden door and tilted his head listening. Natasha’s distinct laugh on the other side.
The redhead had her ear pressed against the door, listening to Steve's retreating steps before turning back to you, wriggling into the dress.
“You think he's really going to like this?” You pressed once more as you turned in the mirror and Natasha tilted her head, inspecting you.
“Y/N, you got my wolf howling.” Grabbing her lipstick and turning you towards her, applying it on. “Just need this last touch. Done.”
You took one last look, smoothing a hand over the lush fabric, Natasha grinning over your shoulder while also admiring you in the full length mirror. “Trust me Y/N, he will not be able to contain himself.”
Steve had entered the banquet room, to see Wakandians milling around, the Wolf in him alerting all the non wolf predators in the room, his hackles raising slightly and shaking himself out like he was trying to shake out the nerves.
It's okay, they are friends.
<I know, I know.> The Wolf paced around a couple times and started to settle back down in his mind. <Still makes me nervous.>
T’Challa approached him with a friendly smile, still keeping a bit of distance, sensing the Alphas' wariness. “Welcome Roger’s, it's an honor you were able to come.” Steve was first to hold his hand out, and gave a shake.
“Y/N and Natasha will be down soon, they are still getting themselves prepared.”
T’Challa gave a smile in acknowledgment, motioning towards his sister who was excitedly talking with an older lady. “My mother and Shuri were rather excited to be able to send up some clothing for them. How are you three settling in? Accommodations are suitable?”
“Excellent, Y/N is rather taken with the balcony and the view. Over the canopy this morning a flock of macaws caught her eye.” T’Challa laughed with a nod.
“They come by every morning, loud beasts aren't they.”
“Hell yes.” The Alpha grumbled good-natured. “But stunning. Thank You again for opening your home. Should you ever come to the states, we would love you to visit The Pack.”
“I might take you up on that.” T’Challa was quick to surprise Steve. “I plan on traveling there in a year or two to New York. Dr.Cho who works for Stark is tackling the genetics issue of your children, and is hoping to exchange her work with ours, to resolve it. At least let your females come to term easier and safer in their pregnancies. We've had good luck here, again thanks to Shuri.” Steve took interest in this, he couldn't fathom getting into specifics, as he wouldn’t understand, but the problem had plagued the Wolves for a lifetime. “We're only waiting cause Dr.Cho is still doing her own studies. We have similar issues, but separate species and all. I honestly don't understand much of it, but Shuri seems very hopeful.”
“That’s incredible. Do you really think you could help us?” Steve had given up the idea of having his own children years ago, but now if you two decided to make it official, it could be a possibility.
The Wolf had started to grow excited at the prospect.
<Imagine the cabin with our children, bringing them to Little One in the morning so she could cuddle with them.> Steve's mind was filled with images of you with a full bump, the sight of you in the moonlight, bathing in the glow. Inhaling deeply to simmer himself down, the whole idea… well it set the Alpha on edge.
“It is always a possibility. Never say never Alpha.” The King gave a shrug and looked over Steve’s shoulder, his face brightening up. “And here comes the ladies now.” T’Challa turned towards where Steve had entered, and the Alpha caught sight of Natasha first, but then she stepped aside to talk to you, and Steve could have sworn his heart stopped beating.
You were always beautiful to him, he had a hard time keeping hands off you. But when you came in, The Wolf howled your song, and his own eyes widened a bit. Rich blue was wrapped around you, loose and flowing at the bottom, the top hugged around your waist and cusped around your breasts, showing off all those curves Steve had gotten familiar with. A simple bit of silver adorned your throat. Natasha had done your hair in a manner that wasn’t your usual style, but it framed your face in a wispy gentle way. Your hand smoothed down the curves of your side, and looked around. He could even see you tilting your head up a bit, nose in air seeking him out with closed eyes. Images of you again dancing in the moonlight struck him and the Wolf growled softly, need, lust, desire. It was all hitting Steve at once. Would he be able to last through this dinner?
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Introducing My Fallout OCs!
OMGGGG y’all, I can’t. I’ve apparently reached over 200 of you fantabulous followers and I am so ecstatic! I honestly don’t even know if this is considered a milestone or anything, but I was super psyched, so I'm doing something about it, dang it!
Also, just a heads up on me right now, I just started school again, so my posting miiiiiiight be a bit sporadic every now and then, but I’m determined to still try and get a few posts out every week, so we’ll see how that goes. I’m also pretty backed up on requests at the moment, I’m still accepting them for the time being, but I may turn off my asks if I’m finding difficulty getting to everyone.
Anyways, I know I don’t ever really talk about my Fallout Original Characters, but I’m thinking of doing some stuff with them in the future, so this seemed like a good place to start 🤷♀️ So, here they are! One from each of the 3 FO games I write for. If ya’ll want to send in any asks about these folks, please feel free to do so!
(Art for these peeps is pending potentially as well).
My Lone Wanderer: Hope
Appearance:
- Basically like a black-haired, blue eyed Sarah Connor (y’know, from Terminator), she’s got a small frame, but is an absolute beast. She loves to change up her hair, but prefers the iron maiden, unladylike, or rude ridge styles and will often dye it bright-ass colors, cuz why not? She’s pretty pale considering the vault background and the fact she is constantly wearing full body combat or leather armor when she’s outdoors, and she has a few piercings she actually got before leaving the vault.
What’s in a Name:
- “Hope” was the name that her parents chose for her before she was even born, but she can’t stand it, she just tends to see it as a cruel joke in the world they live in. She instead goes by Effie (short for Ephialtes, cuz she’s edgy and dramatic and read too much in school). Hope tends not to tell anyone her real name, and if she does, you’d best not use it to refer to her, unless you like being enslaved. The only one who could ever get away with it is Jericho and a select few people from the vault (Stanley, and her father, but she’s still not happy about it.)
Sexuality:
- Pansexual
Main Companion:
- Jericho
Relationship(s):
- She has a sort of “friends with benefits” type situation going with Jericho, but it ends up getting... complicated, and turning somewhat into a relationship.
Bestie(s):
- Even though he’s her boss, Hope likes to hang out with Eulogy when she’s in Paradise Falls. When she was in the vault, she spent a lot of time with Stanley, and was pretty close with Butch, Wally, and Paul as well.
Fam Dam:
- James and Catherine are/were her parents (obviously). But she also considered Stanley to be a sort of uncle to her.
Karma:
- Oh, the worst. She’s honestly awful. She steals, she murders, she enslaves, she blows up settlements, all of it. She’s got a lot of things she needs to work out...
Faction of Choice:
- The Slavers of Paradise Falls. (Yeah... she sucks.) The Brotherhood and the Outcasts just never really struck her fancy, and her and Jericho found it was easy to make bank with the slavers. Hope also is a friend to Allistair Tenpenny and Mister Burke... and not the folks in Megaton. Cuz they’re all not really alive.
Vault Occupation:
- Engineer
Fun Fact!:
- Hope is really bad with empathy, and absolutely needs to experience something for herself before she can make any sort of judgement on it, or other people who have had that same experience.
My Courier Six: Sage
Appearence:
- Sage doesn’t really consider herself very “flashy” in comparison to most folks in NV. She’s got shoulder length brown hair (blast back or clean cut style) and brownish-hazel eyes. She’s pretty damn tan (Mojave, you know) and doesn’t have many scars, but the ones on the right side of her forehead clearly indicate where she was shot in the head (thanks, Benny). She and Boone tend to twin quite a bit, with matching red berets and sunglasses.
What’s in a Name:
- The poor girl has no clue what her real name was before she was shot, but she saw a box of labelled herbs in Doc Mitchell’s house when she was recovering from her headwounds and decided she liked the name “Sage.”
Sexuality:
- Bisexual
Main Companion:
- Craig Boone
Relationship:
- Also Boone :) it’s a pretty darn slow-burn romance with lots of bumps along the way, but their love always seems to prevail. (Gross and sappy, I know)
Bestie(s):
- Arcade, plus Rex, and ED-E. Also Victor and Doc Mitchell.
Fam Dam:
- No clue, unfortunately. She eventually tries to find out something about her past and her family, if she has any, but she’s got a few things to deal with first (hint, one rhymes with pleaser’s fleegion).
Karma:
- She may make mistakes along the way, but Sage really does try her best to be as good as possible.
Faction of Choice:
- Mr. House and the Followers of the Apocalypse. Would like to get rid of House, but can't bring herself to become responsible for everything once he's gone. She considers herself his personal empathy and tries to assist with the goings on of the Mojave even after the battle of hoover dam. Fucking wiped out everyone in the Legion. Her and Boone are a force to be reckoned with. And she never really cared much for the Brotherhood since she had such little interaction with them. She has a good relationship with Freeside and most of the settlements/other towns as well.
Previous Occupation:
- Courier? She has no idea what else. But she’s oddly really good with medicine 🤔
Fun Fact!:
- She supports Mr. House for a number of reasons, but one of the biggest is that she doesn't want to lose Victor. He saved her, and she considers the securitron to be her oldest friend (besides Doc Mitchell). She knows it's a little selfish, but she can't bring herself to put an end to him after he pulled her from her own grave and helped bring her back from the brink of death.
My Sole Survivor: Jolene Arvanidis-Ryan
Appearence:
- She’s got auburn hair she usually keeps cut short (clean cut) or in a bun, green eyes, pale skin with a good amount of freckles and has exceptionally straight teeth (braces suck, but you know.) When traveling with Cait, people tend to think they’re related. Jolene tends to wear a black beret and, if she has the time and resources, she likes cat eye style eyeliner.
What’s in a Name:
- Her first name runs in the family... plus her dad really liked Dolly Parton, so that helped cement the first name for him. Nate’s last name was Arvanidis, and she tends to use that as her last name exclusively, she rarely reveals her maiden name (Ryan) to anyone.
Sexuality:
- Straight
Main Companion:
- Paladin Danse
Relationship:
- It takes a long time (post BB), but she ends up being with Danse.
Bestie(s):
- MacCready and Cait
Fam Dam:
- Pre-war, her father was a carpenter and her mother was a major in the US military, she had no siblings and was very close with her father since her mom was often away on deployment.
Karma:
- Decent. Tries her best to do what’s “right,” but she sometimes has a hard time determining what that is. Is good at following orders, even if she doesn’t always agree with them (BB is the exception in this case).
Faction of Choice:
- Brotherhood of Steel, at least until BB, then she tends to focus more on the Minutemen, but still stays by the BOS’s side when it comes to taking down the Institute. Despite her loyalty to the BOS, she always regrets what she did to the Railroad, and how she ended things with the Institute, and she holds quite a bit of resentment towards Elder Maxson for ordering her to pull the trigger that ended her son’s life, and the other lives within the Institute.
Previous Occupation (Pre-War):
- She was a Gunnery Sergeant in the US Military. (Trying to follow in her mother’s footsteps).
Fun Fact!:
- She hates killing feral ghouls, but keeps it under wraps since she tends to travel with MacCready and Danse the most. After that random encounter where she found herself murdering her own neighbors, she can’t bring herself to look into the eyes of any feral ghouls she has to kill.
Bonus! Fun Fact!:
- She started out as my sort of "throw away" playthrough where I wanted to do a BOS run, just out of curiosity, but she ended up being my main playthrough… probably because Danse is just the best and I can't get enough of that tin can thesaur-ass.
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VIII: saudade; you love him too.
— you tell him what it’s like to be in love with his reckless self, and he can’t help but smile.
+pairing: miya atsumu x reader.
+genre: crossover(hq x hp); fluff; angst; frenemies to lovers.
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Miya Atsumu was a person who tended to overthink a lot—whether it be his own decisions or his words. Mainly, it was his actions.
What he regretted the most, was this. The walk of shame to his own dorm room in the middle of the night, after doing the same thing he used to do for the past few years to take his mind off of you, made his heartstrings clench in repentance. His eyes were glued to his feet when he finally made his way to the Common Room, his throat as dry as sand, and lumps the size of pudding cups forming in his throat. He sighed, mumbling in the password in a morose tone.
He walked in, fixing his black turtle-neck as his eyes landed on you by the fire. Your back faced towards him, as a small smile made its way onto his lips, immediately disintegrating when he realized what he had just done.
He could hear small sobs coming from your direction, a slight tug of his mind wanting to come and comfort you from them. Whatever your problems might be, he wanted to push them all away. He wanted to make whoever, or whatever, caused your pain to be reminded that he was always protecting you.
Most importantly, he wanted to know why your heart was hurting. What made you cry like this?
Your eyes were glistening when you got up from where you were sitting, the invisibility cloak in your hands as you turned around and widened your bloodshot eyes after seeing Atsumu. You brought up a hand to stifle a sob, trying your hardest to not make him hear it, as you almost sprinted towards the stairs towards the girls' dormitory.
"[Y/N], wait—"
He flinched when you slammed the door to your dormitory, sighing too loudly as his gaze downcasted yet again. He shuffles up the stairs to his own room, where he sees Osamu and Suna sitting up and chatting.
"Why the hell are you two still up?" Atsumu groaned, walking to his trunk as he sifted through shirts to wear to bed, then deciding on sleeping without one.
"Oh, we're just casually chitchatting about what a fuckin' knobhead ya are," Osamu grunts, Suna placing a hand on his shoulder, muttering, "Calm down, Moony. Sakusa and Aran'll wake up if you shout."
"For Merlin's sake, 'Samu, I'm not in the mood," Atsumu shrugs his younger twin off, heading to his bed as Suna throws the map at his head.
"Oi, be careful!"
"Where's [Y/N]?" Suna asks, his arms folded across his chest as he leans on the front door, raising an eyebrow at the yellow-haired male in disappointment.
"In her dorm, saw 'er go up when I came in," Atsumu says, completely clueless as to what Suna was hinting towards.
"Swear to fuckin' Salazar," Osamu flops into his bed, pulling the duvet over his head as he murmurs, "Yer so dumb."
"'Samu, shut yer trap for a second," Atsumu brings a hand up to gesture to Osamu to stay quiet, continuing to pay attention to the wolf talking.
"Where's the girl you were snogging?" Suna sighed, ruffling his hair as he sat down on his bed, as Atsumu shrugs to the question—a clear indicator that he does not know.
"Merlin's Beard," Osamu grumbles, earning an annoyed expression from Atsumu who closes his eyes shut in inconvenience. Atsumu raises an eyebrow, not being able to put two-and-two together, as Suna finally says the words Atsumu would probably dread to hear.
"[Y/N] saw you snogging the girl by the Astronomy Tower," Suna says quickly, pulling the duvet over his head finally as Atsumu's eyes widen in shock.
All the mustard-furred fox wants right now is to run to you and apologize a million times—because whatever he has to say right now is probably not enough. Just a few minutes ago, he wanted to make your worries fade away. He wanted to teach whoever made you sad a lesson—but how could he, when the person who hurt you was Atsumu himself?
Osamu turned in his bed when he saw Atsumu sitting there, staring off into space, rather than going to bed. The grey-haired knew that Atsumu probably felt immense guilt, but what could he say? His twin brother had messed up on his own, and now he had to deal with it on his own as well.
And Osamu knew, that in no way possible would it be easy.
You slammed the door to your dorm, muffling your sobs the best you could as you shut your eyes and slid down the door. Hugging your knees to your chest, and when you finally looked up, you saw that all of your roommates were sitting there, looking at you with pity in their eyes.
You hated this. You hated Miya Atsumu. You hated being pitied.
"[Y/N]—" Alisa started but quickly stopping when Kiyoko gave her a certain look. You opened your mouth to say something, but it seemed as if your own body was in denial, not wanting to listen to your mind. You sighed, your eyes bleeding seawater as you bit your lip until a metallic taste filled your senses. You wanted an out—no matter what it was, you just wanted to get out of here. Everything reminded you of him, you just wanted to go back home to the haunting memories instead of staying here.
"Hold on a minute, darling, why are you crying?" Hana says, walking up to you and handing you a glass of water. You push it away, shaking your head as you mutter out incomprehensible words. Hana's features softened, as she helped you get up and into bed, everyone else giving you your space as the oldest in the room bid you a good night with a ruffle of your hair.
As the lights in the dorm finally went off, you tried your best to fall asleep, but couldn't when all your thoughts were swarmed by a certain blonde.
When all the other students walked to breakfast for their normal Saturday morning, you made your way to the Black Lake. You remembered to carry a small loaf of bread, throwing in a few crumbles every few minutes so the fishes underneath your dangling feet eat them. You sighed, your mind racing at a million light-years per second.
Were you not good enough?
Was that it? Why couldn't Atsumu even ask if you felt the same? It was true that your love for him was just beginning to bloom—but if you had realized it sooner then maybe it wouldn't have gotten to such a point where every inch of your being wanted to burst into tears or sulk in a lightless room. If he loved you, then why was it that he was with a girl yesterday? Was she more pretty, or more talented? Was she better in Quidditch, or did she make him laugh?
Did he fall in love with her, forgetting about you in the process?
You heard footsteps behind you, causing a small sigh to escape your cerise lips. You didn't want to look at whoever it was, your mind simply longing to shut yourself out of existence.
"[Y/N]," the all-too-familiar voice says. You closed your eyes, your mind screaming a 'no' loudly and repeatedly, dreading whatever the older Miya twin has to say.
"Leave me the hell alone, Miya," you grumble, tossing in another few breadcrumbs into the sheer water. He winced at the tone and the way you said his last name—the former nickname discarded somewhere he couldn't reach. He closed his eyes, sucking in a breath as he said, "'Samu told me you saw."
"Well, I'd like you to leave me alone. Because whatever stupid apology you have prepared, I don't want to hear it," you rasped, your expression turning into a nasty scowl as the boy was taken aback. Your previous banters in these past years were never as serious as the matter at hand, so he couldn't tell how he was supposed to react according to the cold manner.
"I don't deserve you," he mumbles, "I know you just said you didn't want to hear an apology from me. But honestly, there's nothing else I can say to you except the fact that I don't deserve you."
You scoffed, getting up as you threw in the last bits of bread in your palms, as you finally faced him. His gloved hands in his coat as you huffed, "You didn't even care to ask how I felt, did you?"
"What?"
"You got mad that I 'ignored' you for sometime, so you fucking ignore me back. I'm rude to you for what, a few days to figure out how I feel, and you go ahead and get mad. You're such a petty little shit, Miya," you hissed, gritting your teeth at the last sentence as you continued, "You didn't think once to come and ask me why I ignored you. No, you just went along with it—"
"Hey, I asked!"
"Fine, you asked. But did you understand why I was behaving that way, you knob?" you raised an eyebrow, staring into his eyes as if it's the last banter you get with him, "No. You ignored me after that, which led to this."
"You said you hated me, don't you dare go back on your word, [L/N]," his voice cracks as he takes a step closer to you, grabbing your arm so you don't fall into the water behind you, "You made me think that you hated me, so I backed off. What else was I supposed to do? I didn't expect you to walk into the Shrieking Shack just for me!"
"Because I wanted to tell you that I loved you too! But you were in over your head so you didn't listen!"
"Wait, what?!" Atsumu yelled in surprise, his clutch on you becoming tighter as he continued, "And you didn't think to tell me beforehand?"
"On the first day of school, you lost a certain book. Don't you remember?" you murmur, voice undeniably small as your shy eyes avert their gaze from him. A juxtaposition of anger, fear, and anxiety mixing in your heart. You simply wanted an out more than anything at this moment—an abditory sounding better than to admit stealing his book.
"My diary, yeah. Wait a minute, I found it under my bed the next day. How do you know 'bout that? Even 'Samu doesn't—" the fox paused, mumbling obscure words under his breath as he put two-and-two together, "You stole it?!"
"I didn't steal it!" you fought back, "I found it. I didn't read anything but the first page, because I started to feel guilty and so I wanted to return it because you would kill me if you noticed I had it. On the night we met here, of all places, I returned it to your room. Merlin's beard, I almost got caught by you too—"
"[Y/N]."
"And then I went to the Black Lake and I was conflicted because I thought you loved someone. That was when I actually realized I was really in love with you, because damn, it hurts when you find out that something you've had all along isn't yours anymore—"
"[Y/N]," Atsumu almost wanted to laugh. You were flailing your hands around as you rambled on about. He was listening to whatever you said, and he was completely entranced. Because now he really understood why he loved you. Simply spending some time with you made his heart bloom like a hibiscus on a hot summer day. And you continued, "But then your stupid arse decided to take me to the Shrieking Shack and show me that you were an animagus. I swear, who does that? The girl, God, I saw her and I felt so bad for just being with you because she nicely asked me to set you up with her."
"Wait, you wanted to set me up with her?" Atsumu asked, his mouth turning into an almost overjoyed smile, "That's—"
"Shut it!" you yelled, "That's why I ignored you. I thought you'd be better off without me, and now I'm starting to think you are."
Dejected, you begin to walk off, but somehow, just somehow, Miya Atsumu gets the smallest sliver of courage to tell you how much he cares for you—how much he wants you to stay, how much he wants to hold you, and how in love he actually is.
He takes a step forward, catching your wrist and tugging slightly, making you look back at him. The winter breeze making you look like an angel as the sky decided that it was time to shower Hogwarts with white specks of joy.
"You have no idea how much I waited to tell you I loved you," he began, "I love you so much, [L/N]."
"Why'd you run off with another girl last night, then?" you choked out a sob, tugging Atsumu's heartstrings forcefully. He opened his mouth to speak when he realized he doesn't exactly have proper reasoning for why he did what he did. You let out a dry chuckle, the atmosphere thickening as you shook off his hand and began walking.
"On the second page of my diary," he begins, "I talk about our nightly trips around Hogwarts."
"Atsumu, don't—"
"Please, just listen to me," he begs, "On the second page of my diary, I talk about how much I want to be with you. I talk about how yer one of the only things that give me happiness, and I talk about the little things you do depending on yer mood."
You chuckle as you let out a sob, but he continues, "I want to see more of it, y'know? The little thing with your hand that you do usually when you're nervous—trust me, I've seen a lot of it when you're around me. I love how yers eyes light up when eating Treacle Tarts, and I adore how you can come back with ten times the insults I throw at ya."
"You're going to make me stay, dummy," you say, with a rueful smile on your face, as he chuckles, "That's the intention, slug."
"I thought you hated me," he says, making your heart swell up, "I avoided you because I thought you hated me. And yesterday, I-I did that 'cause I didn't wanna bother you anymore. I thought," he paused, sucking in a breath, "I thought if I distance myself enough then you won't hate me anymore."
"What am I supposed to say to that, you idiot?" you laugh, to hide what you really wanted to say. You brushed your hair out of your face, walking closer to the boy. And without saying anything, he wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you even closer as he whispers into your ear, "I'm so in love with you, slug."
"I'm so in love with you too, 'Tsumu."
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