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hanazou · 3 years

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matching onesies with him.

Books : Dazai | Chuuya | Oda

Shelf : Mixed

Genre : Fluff, domestic

Note : I did this of my own accord because I am, in fact, a softie

Dazai Osamu

This clingy crackhead.

Dazai will be the first to come up with the idea. It's actually a random one and he asked it so spontaneously, he doesn't expect you to actually say yes.

"Sure, why not?" You agreed.

He's both surprised and elated, and he didn't hide this reaction at all.

"Oh, darling!" He wrapped a hug around your neck. "You always revive my heart with your love!"

You both will be enthusiastic about picking the onesies and agree to surf the net instead of looking from shop to shop since Dazai is under the supervision of a certain angry Kunikida

It almost feels like babysitting. Not that you hate it right? Should you get an identical pair with different sizes? Or complementary ones?

Dazai will call the customer service to ask if they have black crow onesies since crows represent death in some cultures. The response is obviously no and it's obvious that the customer service was confused.

"That's a shame," Dazai whined disappointedly, shoulders dropping. "Wouldn't it be both cute and poetic if we had a double suicide while wearing matching crow onesie? Two achievements in one!"

At that point you wouldn't even be surprised anymore. You will just take the phone away from him to apologise and thank the customer service. You have to convince Dazai that you won't find a onesie of that kind

"Wait, don't tell me," You stared at him. "The reason you want to get onesies is just to wear a matching crow pair?"

"Is it?" He grinned mischievously. "Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong, but I just want to match with you."

Other ADA members will wonder what you and Dazai were doing, Kunikida the most. He isn't exactly curious, more like suspicious. What's that good-for-nothing Dazai up to now?

Eventually you find a pair of identical ones. Kind of rare designs too! Guess what?

Crabs! In red! The little eyes on the hood!

It will take less than a week for the onesies to arrive in a small box. When it does Dazai will pull out a cutter so energetically Atsushi will think he's going to pull a suicide attempt with it

"AAH! Dazai-san! No!"

Nothing will happen aside from Dazai stabbing the box (while making sure he doesn't cut the onesies inside. he's good with blades, ex Port Mafia and all)

The crab pincers for your hands are soft like mittens and so smooth???? Imagine sweaterpaws but with crab pincer mittens (!!)

It will take everything in you to stop Dazai from wearing it that instant since a client Fukuzawa talked about will be coming. You will need Atsushi's help to take it off him but let's not talk about it

Both of Dazai's legs are already in the onesie too..

It seems like Kyouka wants one. Yosano and Naomi will tell Atsushi to buy the girl one and match with her

When Dazai and you go home together, he will be so excited to wear the onesies immediately. Dazai will be light on his feet.

And when you finally put yours on? Pictures. Dazai will take lots of pictures of you. You're a piece of art and he wants pictures so he can recall the image anytime

"Oh, dearest~ How is it possible for you to be so cute?" He began his dramatic poses, a hand over his head while spinning like a ballet dancer.

You both will take a lot of couple pictures.

"Love, you are so adorable I want to eat you!"

"Is it me who's cute or the crab?" You teased back.

When Dazai makes a troubled expression to answer your question, you will have to pinch him 💢

If you can cook crab soup, wouldn't it be funny to make and eat one with Dazai while wearing crab onesies? He will be so clingy when you do it, like an old school married couple; when you cook, he'll be bugging you while hugging from behind. It feels cozy, don't blame him

You have to be keen with your eyes so you won't miss Dazai secretly pouring ajinomoto to the soup. Get him a healthier diet, I'm begging you.

"Look, the crab is red like us." He pointed at the soup. "And like your face when I do this." He took advantage of you turning your head to peck your cheek.

He will also pinch your nose with his pincer mitten. "Boop!" It's a challenge. Boop his nose back.

You think he's already as clingy as he can be, huh? Wrong. You are absolutely wrong. If he previously sticks around you like a magnet, this time he's glued to you.

Even in the shared living space, he won't let you go. Is it the softness of the onesie under his touch, the warmth, or your cuteness? Well, it's all of them. What then?

Snuggles.

You both cuddle together in the futon until falling asleep together. You feel twice as warm.

He's the big spoon, let him feel the smoothness of the onesie while feeling your heat. And for once, the double suicide joke stopped for the rest of day. That's how much this impacts him, and you're proud of him.

Nakahara Chuuya

Matching with Chuuhuahua in a onesie? You lucky fella.

You have to be the one initiating it with Chuuya. Baby boy will be like "Eeh?" at first. He's not against it at all but more like, confused. The request is out of the blue

"Come on, why not?" You tilt your head. "It will feel so soft to cuddle with?"

That's it, that's the spell for him to agree

Mans is a Port Mafia executive, you can't go out from shop to shop in a mall to get your onesie with his schedule, so you have to settle with online shopping with this guy too

Only when he has time to spare from beating up people

You will sit together on a couch at the headquarters once Chuuya and you don't have missions. It's a good chance to relax and unwind together too

Chuuya knows best where to find clothes, including onesies. There are so many options! Dinosaurs, frogs, bears, Sanrio characters, Doraemon, Pikachu, Line characters, pandas, unicorns, penguins!! (I should stop fantasizing Chuuya in each of them)

Chuuya will act cool and chill about it at first, but he actually got invested in choosing and thankfully he isn't a crackhead unlike a certain someone

He has a good fashion sense I don't accept criticism, and this side of him will jump out while both of you scroll the catalogue. He nails both street wear and mafia outfits daily, so you can bet he'd pick the best onesies for you both

"This one doesn't suit you," He moved to the next option. "These are the only colours available? Pass.", "What's with the unnecessarily long tail?", "Oh maybe this? Wait, I don't like the stripes."

Of course, he will listen to your opinion too but since you feel he's better at this, you just either nod or shake your head with him

You have to be careful with your words when picking the size (this is much more valid if you're taller) or he'll go "I'm not that short!"

Kouyou and Mori (+ Elise) will catch you both on the couch together while browsing, comfy and all, and Kouyou asked what you two were doing. Chuuya's face will be as red as wine.

When you want to explain, his gloved hand will cover your mouth and he frantically shakes his head, screaming "Don't!" silently.

But alas, while you want to tell him there's nothing to be embarrassed of, Kouyou will take the phone from your hand with a curious grin and a "What's this~?"

Chuuya will just accept fate at that point, growling to himself and all

Kouyou and Mori won't expect to see a catalogue of onesies, apparently. The "Huh," on their faces are hilarious, and Mori will be instantly inspired to get a full set for his Elise-chan, much to her distaste.

While Mori and Elise are going at it, Kouyou will actually share her opinions. Chuuya will crawl out from his burrow of embarrassment and listen to her with you.

"Rather than identical ones, these would be much better. They have variety." Kouyou said. And you both will agree. You both have been eyeing a specific pair anyway

You both will decide to get complementary ones! Chuuya's will be a brown teddy and yours a white bunny! (Try googling Line's Brown and Cony, they're cute you won't regret it) Kouyou will totally agree with the decision.

When the package arrives, both of you will open it together. Chuuya's eyes for clothes are never wrong, the quality is immaculate. So warm and smooth, not a seam out of place.

Imagine the blush on Chuuya's face when you put on the white bunny onesie. The bunny ears on the hood! The fluffiness! His flustered face!

He will be slightly hesitant to put his own on, but when he does, you swear you can die from the cuteness. Want to see more cuteness? Tease him about it, and maybe he'll tickle you down until you're too breathless to tease him.

Chuuya doesn't want to say it explicitly but it does feel really comfortable, it's suitable for winters too.

As usual, Chuuya will be the big spoon. You will melt into his warmth and the smoothness of his onesie, and you can tell he's enjoying it too, from the way he'll drag his hand all over you to feel the smooth fabric

"It's a good thing we listened to ane-san's suggestion, hm?" You asked. "I didn't exactly like the matching penguin pairs."

"Yeah, this isn't bad at all." Chuuya admitted, snuggling his chin into the crook of your neck. "You're so warm."

Oda Sakunosuke

First off I'm Odasaku's lover before I'm anything else.

When the weather gets cold, it's your idea to get onesies for the kids. They could use some cute onesies to sleep in.

Unlike Dazai and Chuuya, Odasaku will have time to spare to go shopping with you. Being the handyman of Port Mafia has its good sides, after all.

The atmosphere is identical to a date! You both meet up at evening after work, have a simple dinner first, then start the shopping. Shopping for the kids' onesies with him makes you feel like a parent doesn't it?

Odasaku and you will make sure not to pick flimsy, thin, or rough ones. Only the best for the kids. Both of you put your keen eyes to use, examining every considered piece

Odasaku and you will definitely discuss whether to get five identical or different ones. After considering that the kids have different personalities, choosing different pieces will sound more ideal. You both will grant them the liberty of picking themselves.

"We just have to make sure they don't fight over it." Odasaku said.

Lion, dinosaur, piglet, panda, and penguin. That's what you both will choose!

Odasaku is a man who doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeves, so you relied on his eyes when it comes to him. You will see love and sincerity. He picks each piece with careful consideration.

The store clerk will throw an unexpected (yet clichéd shoujo) question at you both. "You picked such good choices. We have sets for adults too, why not match with your children?"

Odasaku and you will widen your eyes. First of all, parents? And match? Both of you stare at each other in confusion. Should you get two get a pair for yourselves?

"Why not?" Odasaku eventually said.

Odasaku's will be a brown dog and yours a white cat (remember that one official art of Odasaku with puppy ears? <3)

Odasaku and you will immediately visit the kids and give them their onesies. Their excitement in picking one for their own made you smile, and you can see the joy in Odasaku's eyes when the kids thanked him and you. He doesn't smile, but you don't need him to just to know he's glad his children love your pick. The way he pats their heads already speaks volumes of love.

Thankfully no kid wrestled to get what they want. You were especially concerned Kousuke will compete with someone

Odasaku will bring a secondhand polaroid he once bought at Yokohama's flea market to take pictures of the kids. You will herd the children to gather for the picture while Odasaku looked for the right angle in the other side of the room.

"Why don't you stay there for the picture too?" Odasaku asked you, half of his face behind the camera.

You kneel behind the kids and put your hands on Sakura and Yuu's shoulders, the ones who stood on the far left and right. That much is enough to warm Odasaku's heart, but when you too, smile for the camera, he freezes for a while to take the sight with his eyes

The picture comes out nicely. You will end up convincing Odasaku to take more but with him in it, together, all seven of you. You would need the curry diner owner's help to take the picture

"Sakunosuke, smile, will you?" You held his shoulder while you both kneeled behind the kids for the picture. He would be a little stunned

He smiles, but it was faint. Nevertheless, you recognise the content in his eyes in the photo, and it's enough.

When it's just the two of you in the living quarters, you will have to remind Odasaku that he too, bought a onesie. He will gladly put it on him since you look so eager, he's curious how it feels too

Your heart stops when he put on the hood with the puppy ears. You will have to fight back the urge to attack him with cuddles right there and then when his confused and innocent face matches the onesie so much!

"You're adorable," You smiled half teasingly, taking in the look of confused Odasaku who looked down at his onesie. The weight of the material felt right, it's like a cozy blanket.

"Try to put yours on," He says. When you did, his heart also missed a beat. The kitten ears on your head! The pure snowy white on you!

Odasaku is a bear hugger and when he hugs you, his embrace will feel tighter than usual. It's no surprise, he likes you and cats, and the way you interacted with the kids that day played tricks on his heart. You hug him back and ruffle his head while he mumbles his thank-you's at you

That night's sleep will be filled with nothing but cuddles of love and adoration. Yes, Odasaku is the big spoon, but you will also hold his arms tighter around you as you both drift into the night, chatting about life.

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shirubae · 2 years

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Silvaze ‘06: Part 4 - Shadow of a Doubt

Previously: Silver and Blaze decided to investigate the Iblis Trigger.

To reach White Acropolis, Silver needs the Psycho Shock upgrade, a sign of his growth. This action stage is the pair’s big comeback together, carrying an exciting tone with its oppressive enemies and Blaze sprinting down slopes at breakneck speed. The boys are back in town!

The two destroy the Egg Genesis and find the blue Chaos Emerald (there's that 青い again). Blaze explains that Chaos Emeralds “turn thoughts into power” and tells Silver to keep it as a lucky charm. He is enchanted by the prospect, but what thoughts Silver wants to empower are left a mystery.

Note: The blue Chaos Emerald here often represents the emotion of hope, just like the blue World Ring from the Sonic Storybook series. Fascinating.

Also, there's a cutaway where Amy bums around with Elise. But it's not that important to Silver and Blaze's story...

Reunion with Mephiles

Silver and Blaze finally meet Mephiles again in Soleanna New City. This time Silver demands a deeper explanation about the Iblis Trigger, but Mephiles shuts him down, as he needs Silver to complete his task unquestioningly. Mephiles totally ignores Blaze, not even looking at her.

Notice how much Silver hesitates, compared to how he used to run so recklessly. He is wary of Mephiles now, it's starting to paralyze him. The narrative he's relied on is cracking. But Blaze steps forwards, urging him to take the lead like he always does - remember, nothing will get done standing around. Silver shakes away his doubts and runs ahead.

Blaze’s “Disappearance”

This is a detail most players miss: Blaze’s sudden absence during Radical Train actually is explained!

The mirror to Radical Train is located in the railroad station, which is on security lockdown due to Eggman’s most recent kidnapping of Elise. Touching the Hint Ring has Blaze say “Darn! Why can’t I get into the station? Silver, is there a way to do this without being noticed?” This leads to Silver getting the Teleport Dash so he can sneak by the guards in a stealth sidequest, ending up inside the train station alone.

So yes, the reason why Blaze didn’t accompany Silver here is because she couldn’t sneak into the train station. It’s... honestly a terrible excuse, but hey, she doesn’t randomly disappear like everyone says. Realistically, the writers just needed to get Silver alone so he could meet Shadow.

Meeting Shadow

Radical Train is a straightforward yet tense stage, as Silver lapses back into his tunnel-vision (hah train jokes). He runs against things in this level, such as conveyor belts, gates, and oncoming trains. It's as if Silver's mental blocks are manifesting in reality.

Silver attacks Sonic and Elise, again letting Eggman kidnap the princess. This time he gets interrupted by Shadow! For a second he confuses him for Mephiles, and it again troubles Silver’s trust in his “boss.” Unlike with Amy, he has no qualms with beating Shadow out of the way.

However, Silver just can’t keep up with the Ultimate Lifeform. He forgets his powers and goes in with his fists, but Shadow overwhelms him with a Chaos Emerald. Shadow hits him with that legendary roundhouse kick, and afterwards Silver shoots him this hilarious death glare from the ground. It's like a mix of "okay I'm gonna kill you now" and "wtf how did you do that???"

All of this stress compounds: frustration with his own helplessness, confusion at Shadow’s resemblance to Mephiles, and his desire to save the future. Desperate, Silver whips out his own Chaos Emerald and mimics Shadow’s Chaos Control.

This unintentional Dual Chaos Control opens a time portal. Shadow deduces that Silver’s being manipulated by Mephiles, and offers to take him ten years back in time to discover the truth. It makes sense the portal leads to this moment, considering Chaos Emeralds turn thoughts into power. Shadow has been seeking a way to stop Mephiles, and Silver has had Mephiles' identity weighing on his mind (not to mention Iblis’ identity since the very first scene). This also shows that Silver wasn’t so caught up in defeating Shadow as he was figuring out what’s going on.

Here, Shadow represents everything that Silver can be: a mature, grounded hero who seeks truth. Shadow could easily decimate Silver, but he chooses not to, instead bringing him on a mission. He sees light in this kid - more importantly, he remembers being a misguided force of chaos himself. He won't let the same happen to Silver. That speaks volumes to Shadow’s character.

Silver may recall the first time he accepted an offer to travel through time: Mephiles (in Shadow's shape) had offered him the same answer to his problems, saying the way to beat Iblis was "by knowing the truth." But this time, Silver confidently nods and jumps into the portal with Shadow to find the truth for himself - not just to listen to a stranger's second-hand account.

Next up: Silver and Shadow witness the failure of the Solaris Project!

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#silver the hedgehog #blaze the cat #silvaze #sonic 06 #analysis #sonic the hedgehog 2006 #sonic #chaos emerald #mephiles the dark #sonic the hedgehog #princess elise #analysis: silvaze 06

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someobscurereference · 3 years

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For one: whenever the concept of the Nohrians meeting the young trio comes up, my first thoughts are 1) Inigo being cripplingly shy and terrified of Xander 2) Severa being Extremely Unreasonable and Aggressive especially toward Camilla and 3) Owain gravitating toward Elise because she's reminiscent of his mother, because he's a mama's boy who probably lost his mom very recently and that's pretty fucked up!!

That being said, I'm screaming at the idea of Owain gravitating toward Elise because mother, Xander because cool sword, and Camilla because cool armor, and Not Trusting Leo because he's a Dark Mage and Dark Mage Means Plegia Means Grima Means Evil (almost always) and Leo being so upset about it. It turns the tables entirely, where Odin was originally the one who thought both Leo and Niles were so cool and they thought he was a weirdo idiot until he proved himself, now he thinks they're creepy and Evil and have to work for his trust. And I will always love the Nohrians realizing the trio were Fucked Up Kids and the idea of them watching the three of them take down a faceless with Brutal efficiency because of how much more dangerous Risen were...I'm so into this. AND!! The trio fucking hating each other!! They're so used to them being Best Friends and Inseparable and understanding each other on a whole different wavelength. And now? Sev and Inigo aren't very kind toward Owain's dramatics, Sev and Owain are Bothered by Inigo's flirtations, and Severa is just so harsh with both of them (and most people). Of all the people they could be stuck with, they would Not choose each other. I'm rambling but I'm so into it I'm so so into it. One of the previous asks you linked spoke a lot about Inigo, but if you could talk a bit more about Severa and Owain? Especially if their adult selves were involved with their lieges and partner retainers and how different the dynamic is now and the way they each react when realizing the trio went through something so clearly screwed up and beyond even what they've seen

(prev ask) Ayyy, glad you got a kick out of all of that, lol. And yes!! Leo Trio origins reversed!! With Niles and Leo being the ones who have to prove themselves to Owain instead of the other way around. And the Trio not getting along!! They're 100% there to save each other when they think they're in mortal danger, but as soon as they realize they're not in Plegia? Don't touch me, don't breath on me, don't look in my direction, any of you. Owain & Inigo can't be alone in a room together or else they'll scuffle, Severa stomps away whenever Inigo tries to compliment her, nobody wants to talk to Owain, etc.

Also sure! I spoke a lot about Inigo in that last ask because I wanted to be clear about what I meant with the shyness thing, but for Severa & Owain...

I don't know if they would have been in romance with their lieges before this! I obviously ship the royals & their retainers, but I don't ever see the appeal of that dynamic in deaging fics? I get the idea of like "oh, this is a new side of my partner I've never seen before," but the deaging part is such a huge part of the plot that I don't really see the benefit to that dynamic in these types of fics.

But just in general! The friendship/platonic shift!

I mentioned before about Camilla trying to dote on little Severa but struggling because Severa rejects her So Hard, lol. In general she'd want to dote on Severa because of her personality and how Severa is a tiny version of her beloved retainer, but the more it becomes clear that Severa has issues (especially re: family, which is a major reason Camilla feels the need to dote on Corrin), the more she wants to spend time with her and make some happy memories with her. Which makes Severa's rejection of this attention even stronger bc who the hell are you to presume you know her? And also you're not her big sister/mom/whoever.

Eventually, I almost feel like Camilla would?? I don't want to say "give up," but eventually you're going to get more flies with honey than vinegar. By which I mean the less Camilla tries to push the relationship, the more open Severa might be to spending time with her. But I'm not sure Camilla would get to this point within the timeframe of the Trio being deaged! I think this would take many days or perhaps even weeks to figure out. If the Trio return to normal before this, I think Camilla might feel different (Hard to say how... maybe guilty??) about the way her Selena dotes on her and wants her attention all the time vs little Severa rejecting her. But!! If the Trio stay deaged for a while and Camilla learns to stop pushing the relationship, Severa may slowly grow to approach Camilla on her own and may then be open to being doted upon once they understand each other more (bc she canonically wants all the foods and fun stuff Camilla is offering; she just wants it from someone she trusts. And primarily from her parents ((see: awakening supports w/ parents)), but they're not here).

tl;dr Camilla would have to go against her doting instincts if she wanted Severa to get comfortable with her. Otherwise Severa would avoid her/take advantage of the things Camilla is offering while not wanting to be near her very much.

Re: Beruka!

Unlike Camilla, who has a lot of sad and sympathetic feelings for Severa, Beruka really leaves feelings out of it. Which is probably to her benefit in this scenario, as she's approaching Severa's trauma's from a logical (perhaps even detachedly relatable) standpoint rather than sympathetic. She's more direct than Camilla, so Severa might be a little more comfortable with her, just because she knows what to expect.

Severa, for her part, may even seek Beruka out once she knows they're partners because (1) she wants to know what sort of person her future partner is and (2) she wants to prove that she's the better retainer than Beruka. Which of course she can't do because (a) Beruka would never compare them like that, nor Camilla and (b) Severa is younger, more hotheaded, and less skilled than her older self, so anything she tries to prove now, she'll probably fail at and will blame on her older self having more experience. This competetive spirit may start as an inferiority complex thing, but with Beruka never really fanning the flames, Severa may eventually calm down about it and just feel more driven to get better on her own/respect Beruka as her partner (sort of like her Cynthia Supports in Awakening, though a little different).

Leo & Owain, I already talked about. Owain will immediately take note of the fact that Leo & Niles are his future lord & partner, which he is very curious about, but once Xander, Camilla, & the other very cool people with melee weapons come into the picture, he's very drawn to them, which makes Leo jealous, lol. Leo dedicates himself to "solving" the deaging issue, using this as an excuse so he doesn't have to spend time around Owain and get compared to his "cooler" siblings. HOWEVER, joke's on him bc the fact he's avoiding Owain means Owain doesn't get the chance to quiz him even more and tell him about how cool Brynhilder is. When this finally happens, Leo feels incredibly foolish for trying to show off for Owain & avoid him in turns. Owain, meanwhile, may or may not have ever picked upon on the fact Leo was feeling weird about him at all (although he will admit he felt nervous around Leo at first bc Pelgian Mage Memories and had to take time to get over that).

Niles is a little hard to consider because I actually think?? He'd be good with young/immature folk when he's genuinely trying to be? (See: Niles's interactions with Elise & Nina). However, he can also be quite cruel to people who don't really deserve it (See: Mozu C & B supports) despite having a motto of only insulting "people who deserve it," (Peri Support). So!! I think Niles's interactions with Owain ultimately come down to how well he respects Odin/how good their relationship was. If they were besties when Odin gets deaged, then I don't think Niles will purposely try to make Owain feel bad, though a lot of what he says with metaphors & double meanings will probably go over Owain's head anyway. I also don't know if he'd purposely go digging for information or not?? Depending on how much he feels asking would be a betrayal to Odin's trust vs his own curiosity and all the hints Owain doesn't realize not to drop?? I think Owain would really determine what Niles does or doesn't learn about him. They have the potential to have a really good talk where Owain talks about his parents' deaths and the struggles he & the kids are going through and Niels talking about his own life on the streets. (BTW, despite Owain literally going through a war & both parent death, I think he might think Niles has the worse situation bc he's never known parental love at all, which baffles Niles).

Similar to Leo, I think Owain would be really cautious around Niles at first, both because he's an intimidating sort and because he takes cues from how everyone acts around Niles too. But!! Also just like Leo, if his future self trusted them, obviously that means something, right? So he'd approach Niles a bit more after a few days of settling in.

Niles & Owain's interactions are really hard to imagine because they depend on so many factors that I haven't decided upon! But hopefully the other ones make sense, lol

Thanks for asking!

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avengerscompound · 4 years

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The Tower: Family - 14

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3494

Warnings: Pregnancy, Smut (Bisexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal sex, fingering, hand jobs, light d/s, rough sex, come play)

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family. When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 14: Steve’s Game

Things were relaxed for a few weeks. Natasha and Wanda’s morning sickness had all but ended by the last ultrasound, so it was just me struggling in the morning and aside from the usual work things were stress-free. The major thing going on was the twins were about to start preschool and everyone was this mix of excited and panicked about it. Each of us a different blend of each.

We also couldn’t quite decide who of us should take them and pick them up on their first day. We would all agree to everyone going because we were all their parents and people should know that. Then someone would start worrying about them being teased or bullied about it and so we’d agree that it would just be the same two or four of us doing the pickups and drop-offs. Or it would be some in-between to that, five for drop off, five for pick up. Which of us should go would change when it wasn’t all of us at once. Sometimes we’d think it would be best if it was the biological parents because then it would be easier for people to accept. Other times we thought it best if it wasn't because they were our kids and biology didn't matter. We thought Steve should be there because he was the one we all turned to for the big decision making. Then we thought he absolutely shouldn't because of the attention he’d attract. Natasha was adamant that she go so she could cloak them on drop off and pick up.

Eventually, we decided that the first day was important. There were teachers to meet and while the class might be full with all ten of us walking around in it, they'd have to deal with it because we ten people were those two kids' parents and this was an important first for them. None of us wanted to miss it.

“Alright, my little ones,” Natasha said. It was the night before their first day of preschool and we’d been playing Candy Land with them in teams as we all sat by the large window that looked out over midtown. It was getting late for the kids and they were going to have a big day tomorrow. “You both start school tomorrow, so you need to go and get ready for bed. Who do you want to give you your bath?”

They looked at each other and scrunched up their noses. “Ummm… Daj?” Pietro said.

“Yeah, Daj,” Riley agreed. “You do da bubbews, Daj?”

Wanda laughed softly. “Yeah, I can do the bubbles.”

“And who should read you your stories?” Natasha asked.

“Umm…” Pietro said again, looking at Riley. “I wand… daddy Bwuce.”

“How about, daddy Steeb?” Riley suggested.

Pietro whined and stuck out his bottom lip. “Daddy Steeb don do da voices.”

“Damn, Daddy Steve,” Tony teased. “What kind of second rate act are you running?”

“I’m so sorry,” Steve laughed. “I’ll try harder from now on.”

“What if I read one and then Daddy Steve reads one?” Bruce suggested. “As a special treat?”

“Yeah!” Pietro said, bouncing in his seat.

“Alright then, come on monsters,” Wanda said, getting up. “Let’s go have a bath.”

They chased after her and I started packing up the board game.

“Can’t believe they’re starting school,” Sam said. “Gonna have to put bricks on their heads to stop them from growing.”

“Aww, no,” Clint said. “It’s cool seeing them become little people.”

“And we shall have four new little ones soon enough,” Thor added.

“We’re going to be drowning in dirty diapers,” Bucky said. “We’ll be thanking the universe they’re out of diapers.”

“I’m already thanking it for that,” Tony joked.

“How are you doing there, mama bear,” Sam asked, leaning down and rubbing my back as he kissing the side of my neck.

“I’m alright. Nervous but excited,” I said, reaching behind me and running my fingers down the back of his neck. “I’m gonna get some chocolate.”

He sat back with a chuckle. “It’s always sugar and carbs with you, huh?”

“I’m growing a human, I’m allowed,” I said getting up. I went and put away the board game and headed into the kitchen. It was sparkling clean and empty when I went in thanks to our private cook, and I beelined straight to the pantry looking for something sweet. I found a bag of peanut m&ms and when I brought them back out I was greeted by Steve with his arms folded over his chest and leaning in the doorway.

“Uh oh,” I said, pouring myself a handful of the colorful candy. “Dad’s here. Where did I do?”

“El,” he said sternly.

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m just worried about you, sweetheart,” he said coming over and putting his hands on my hips. “You seem a little tired and distant.”

I looked up into his eyes and held a red m&m to his lips. He opened his mouth, letting me drop the candy in, and nipped at my finger. “I’m fine,” I assured him. “I am tired. But the morning sickness has been kicking my ass. And the stress about tomorrow isn’t helping with it.”

“Why are you so stressed out?” He asked.

I shook my head. “We’ve been sheltering them so much. They don’t have a lot of experience with other kids and none their age. I worry they won’t know how to deal with being with a bunch of strangers. And then on top of that coming from us. Ten parents. Nine of them are probably the most famous people on the planet. There’s going to be kids there with Iron Man backpacks and Captain America t-shirts. That’s a lot for two little kids to carry on their shoulders. I’m just worried and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to relax enough to sleep properly.”

“Did you change your mind?” Steve asked. “Do you want to try homeschooling instead? We do have some of the smartest minds on the planet available.”

I shook my head. “I know. I’m not worried about them not being educated. They’re going to be fine when it comes to that. I’m worried about them not having friends or being able to socialize with their peers. I know what we have is good. They are loved and doted on. But they need to experience the real world too.”

“Tell you what,” Steve said, pulling my hips flush to his. “If they don’t like it, or it’s not working for whatever reason, we pull them out. Find a homeschooling group that likes the idea of having big field-trips funded for them and that’s where they can get their social from. So either way, they’ll get the balance.”

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest. “You’re so smart.”

“Thank you,” Steve said and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“Why couldn’t my parents be more like you?” I asked.

He rubbed my back and pulled back, looking into my eyes. “We’ll make sure all our kids get the childhoods we wished we could have had. Okay?”

I nodded and he leaned down and kissed me deeply. My hand went to his jaw and his slid down to my thighs and he lifted me, placing me on the kitchen cabinet. His lips traveled along my jaw and he sucked softly just below my ear. “How about you go up and take a shower, get nice and clean. Then after I’ve read to the kids I can get you nice and dirty again.”

“Mm… Steve, your dirty talk is getting so good,” I teased and he spanked my thigh.

“Go on,” he said, letting me down off the counter. “You can decide if you’ve been bad or good.”

I started laughing and he raised an eyebrow at me. “Sorry,” I said, patting his ass. “You made me think of Santa.”

Steve wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against him. “You do not make it easy sometimes.”

“I know,” I said, bumping him with my shoulder. “I’m a very bad girl.”

He spanked my ass again and I laughed as I headed upstairs, eating the m&ms. I poked my head into the bathroom on my way down to the master bedroom.

“Mommy!” Riley said, splashing the water when I came in. Pink bubbles were floating around their heads as Wanda wriggled her fingers, creating them from nothing, and both the kids had bubbles on their heads and chins.

“Hey, kiddos. You having fun?” I asked.

“Yeah, mommy,” Pietro said. “Daj maded de bubbews.”

“I can see,” I said, sitting down on the edge of the tub. “Daj is so clever isn’t she?”

“Yeah!” They said at once, bouncing in the tub.

“Well, I’m going to go to bed now, honey bunnies,” I said. “So I’m going to say goodnight to you now. I’ll see you both in the morning for school.”

“Otay, mommy,” Pietro said, standing up in the tub. I smiled and gave him a kiss goodnight and then kissed Riley too.

“Sweet dreams, kiddos,” I said.

“Sweet dweams, mommy,” they both said together.

I got back up and Wanda took my hand. “I’ll be down when I’m done with them,” she said.

“Okay, beautiful. See you in a bit,” I said.

I went and took a shower, washing my hair, and taking the time to let the hot water relax my muscles. When I was done I dried off and put on lotion before dressing in a sheer blue cami and thong.

Wanda was undressing when I came into the bedroom from the wardrobe and she smiled at me.

“They in bed?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, tossing her skirt into the laundry hamper. “Bruce and Steve are in with them now.”

“Steve’s going to meet me in here,” I said, climbing into the swing bed.

She smirked and climbed up onto the mattress and began to crawl over to me. She was still dressed in her matching black lace panties and bra and knee-high black socks. The swell of her stomach doing nothing at all to detract from how sexy she was. “He won’t be the only one.”

She brought her lips to mine, and we kissed slowly and passionately, our lips caressing against each other and our tongues dancing together. I tangled my legs with hers and my stomach pressed against her baby bump. There was no frantic rush to proceed. We were just killing time, kissing, and touching each other.

My cunt flooded. My arousal soaked through my panties and smeared on her bare thigh. The door opened and I looked up, expecting to see Steve but finding Clint instead.

“Well, well,” he teased, closing the door behind him. “What do we have here?”

“Nothing much,” I hummed, running my fingers up Wanda’s side. “Just killing time.

“Well, I was gonna have a shower,” Clint said, taking off his shirt as he sauntered over to the bed. “But this looks like much more fun.”

He unfastened his pants and pushed them down, tripping as he tried to step out of the legs and landing sprawled on the mattress and making the bed rock back-and-forth wildly.

Wanda and I started laughing. “Nice one, Clint,” I teased.

“Hush,” he said as he crawled up behind me. He leaned over me and began to kiss Wanda as he rutted slowly against my ass and massaged my sensitive breasts. His cock started hardening against my ass and I moaned loudly and rocked my hips between them.

The door opened again and this time when I looked up there were three people silhouetted in the doorway. Steve was standing at the front of Bucky and Sam with his arms folded over his chest. The three men surveyed us, I could see Sam smirking as Bucky shifted on his feet.

“Elise,” Steve scolded. “I don’t remember saying you could start without me.”

I sat up quickly and pulled my legs up against me. Wanda and Clint sat up too. Clint bouncing with excitement while Wanda tilted her head and looked at Steve with an expression telling me they were having a silent conversation. I assumed it was about what was about to happen. I was excited too. Wanda wasn’t super into any level of BDSM, but she did seem to have fun being on the side of it while other people were doing something mild. It was almost like she liked the roleplaying aspect but not the physical side. Bucky on the other hand I’d never known to participate at all in this kind of thing. It was going to be fun to see what Steve had in his head that had made him want to bring both Sam and Bucky along with him.

“We’re playing a Steve game? I didn’t know we were playing a Steve game,” Clint said excitedly.

Wanda gave a little nod and Steve stepped into the room properly. He walked around the side of the bed and turned the levers so the bed would be held firmly in place. Sam closed the door behind them as Steve sat on the edge of the bed. Wanda quickly moved so she was sitting in Steve’s lap. “So it seems to me,” Steve said as he unhooked Wanda’s bra. “We have one very good girl and one very bad girl and they both need a seeing to.”

Wanda giggled and tossed her bra aside as Steve leaned down and sucked on her breast. Bucky and Sam began to undress as they watched on as Wanda moaned and let her head fall back and her hands tangle in Steve’s hair. My eyes kept flicking from Steve and Wanda to Bucky and Sam as I sat buzzing with anticipation. Steve pulled back and gently massaged Wanda’s breasts. “There’s four of us though, so I think we should be able to take care of them,” he guided Wanda to her feet and pulled her panties down. “Who’d like to start with our very good girl?”

“Sounds like fun,” Bucky said, stepping forward as he stroked his cock. “What do you say, Wan? You gonna be good for me?”

“I’d like that, Bucky,” she said, guiding him back onto the bed and straddling his waist.

Steve grabbed my ankle and dragged me over to him. I squealed and he pulled me up into his lap. “Our bad girl is going to need a firmer hand I think,” Steve said and tore my camisole straight down the front. I squeaked and he wrapped his arm around me and began to palm my cunt. “She’s going to need to be shown who’s in charge. Who’s up for that?”

Sam stepped up. “I think I’m up for that,” Sam teased, pumping his cock. “If you know what I mean.”

“Oh my god,” Clint cackled. “That was the perviest dad joke ever!”

Steve pushed me to my feet and ripped my thong at the waistband, so both it and my cami fell to the floor. Sam stepped close and grabbed my wrist, spinning me around so my back was pressed against his chest. His finger slipped between my folds and he rubbed my clit roughly as he nipped at the shell of your ear. “You’re already so wet and ready for my cock, princess,” he whispered against my ear. “How about you bend over the bed for me, princess?”

“How about you make me?” I taunted, grinding my ass back against his dick.

Sam shoved me forward so I was bent over the bed facing Wanda and Bucky, and spanked my ass hard. I gasped and wriggled a little on my feet.

“What are we doing?” Clint asked, moving over to Steve.

Steve pulled him close and began to palm Clint’s cock. “We’re going to be patient, enjoy the show and when Sam and Bucky are done we’ll have our turn.”

I watched as Wanda slowly rolled her hips as she rode Bucky. He leaned up pulling one of her nipples into his mouth and making her mewl and throw her head back. While I watched, Sam lined himself up with my entrance and thrust hard in. It pushed me forward on the mattress and made the bed sway slightly even though it had been tethered down. “Fuck, Sam,” I moaned loudly.

He spanked my ass and wrapped his hand in my hair. “None of that talk,” he growled.

“Fuck you,” I mewled.

He spanked me again and began to just rail into me. He pulled my hair, yanking my head back while at the same time he pressed down in the middle of my back. “No, princess,” Sam said. “It’s you that is going to get fucked.”

Clint started laughing again. “Sam! Seriously! You can’t do dad jokes during sex.”

I started laughing and Sam spanked me hard again, making me yelp and jerk under him. “Do something about the mouthy bird will you, Cap?”

Steve grabbed Clint’s hair and whispered into Clint’s ear. “Yes, sir,” Clint mewled, letting Steve hold him with his head yanked back.

I turned my focus to Wanda. She was panting heavily and Bucky was fucking up into her as he suckled on her breast. I could see how close she was and there was something about seeing him much more tame and gentle sex happening in front of me made the way Sam was pounding into feel even more intense. I started moaning and trying to hold myself up. Sam wrapped his arm around my waist and rubbed my clit hard as he leaned right over me, so he was pressed down on me. “You wanna come, princess?”

“Yes, please, Sam,” I begged. “Please.”

He pinched my clit and picked up his pace and I came, screaming out. Sam groaned, grabbing my hips and thrusting hard into me as his orgasm hit and he emptied inside me.

Our orgasms seemed to drag Wanda over and she threw her head back and moaned loudly as it shuddered through her. “Alright, Clint,” Steve said, patting his thigh. “Your turn with Wanda.”

“Hey, wait a second. I’m not done yet,” Bucky complained.

“You’re gonna help me with El,” Steve said moving over to me as Sam slipped from within me. He picked me up and flipped me over, putting me back on the bed so my head was hanging over the edge. Wanda rolled off Bucky, onto her back and Clint crawled up between her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs.

Steve pushed my knees up and tapped the head of his cock on my clit as Bucky teased my lips with his cock. I tilted my head back, opening my throat up and letting Bucky push his cock into my mouth as Steve thrust into my cunt. Bucky went slow but deep, testing my limit and blocking my airway as he pushed his cock down my throat. His cock was soaked in Wanda’s juices and I hungrily sucked her tart fluids from him. Steve on the other was relentless. He pounded into me, pushing me further down onto Bucky’s cock with each thrust. I went to grab Bucky’s hips, but Steve grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the mattress. I was vaguely aware of Clint and Wanda beside us, but only in an abstract way. All my focus was on Steve and Bucky and my impending orgasm. Sam began to rub my clit and an orgasm crashed down on my immediately, I mewled into Bucky’s cock as I shuddered around Steve, but neither man eased up, they both just kept fucking me even harder than before. Steve guided one of my hands up and it touched on Sam’s cock. I started to jerk him off. The men would kiss and whisper things to each other above me but what they were saying, I couldn’t tell.

Another orgasm hit and then a third. I could barely hold myself together. Wanda had moved up close to me and when a fourth hit both Bucky and Steve pulled out at once. I choked and arched my back, my whole body quaking with my orgasm. Wanda put her head on my shoulder and cupped my jaw, pulling me into a kiss, and around me, Steve, Bucky, and Sam jerked their cocks. As Wanda and I kissed, Steve, Bucky, and Sam came, painting the two of us in hot white ropes.

“Fuck,” Clint groaned and reached over, and ran his fingers through the mess. “You both look so fucking hot.”

“And you are such a dirty bird,” Sam teased and spanked his ass.

“Alright, you two,” Steve said, scooping me up as Bucky picked up Wanda. “Let’s get you cleaned off and get you into bed. Big day tomorrow.”

I hummed and curled up in his arms not at all concerned about sleep at all.

// NEXT

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pluto-writes · 4 years

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Mori, Fitzgerald and Fukuzawa with an S/O who likes donuts!

Wildnya requested: mori, fiz, fuku hcs: s/o has an adorable love for donuts, homemade in particular. the boys find out by them mentioning it and she’s like “doughnuts?!” with sparkly eyes but denies it saying it’s childish for an adult to like them. they make some themselves for her and when they bring them to her she gets really excited and it’s extremely cute. now it’s their thing to make doughnuts together to relax together

A/N: Thank you for the request! Also, these are a bit long, I don’t think I understand what I meant by headcanons (ᅌᴗᅌ* ) I’ll try to go shorter next time but I don’t understand how other writers can write such lovely headcanons with so few words.

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Mori:

Elise’s sweet tooth decided to kick in again, and she was begging him to get her some doughnuts. You happened to overhear this ordeal between them and wanted to help sedate her sweet tooth, and maybe eat a couple doughnuts for yourself as well.

You approached Elise and started asking her about her favorite flavors, the more you talked about it, the more excited you got, and Mori noticed.

“(Y/n)? You like doughnuts too, I take it?”

“Huh?” Oh shit- You didn’t mean to get that excited over something as childish as doughnuts. “No, no. Not at all…” You lied stiffly. “I was just trying to know what her favorite type was, and besides, doughnuts are just for kids. I’m a mature adult, my taste is much more refined…”

“Oh, really? Like what then?”

“Oh you know…” In a panic you name a type of desert that isn’t well liked, “fruit cake...” Looking at Mori you can tell he’s eyeing you a bit as you answered, so to get away from the embarrassment you just put yourself through you gave a quick ‘bye’ and left the room.

“Interesting…” Mori mumbled to himself. He turned to Elise, “Come with me, Elise! How do you feel about us making our very own doughnuts?”

“Huh!? Our? You mean I have to share with you?”

You’ve been hiding out in your room since your encounter with Mori. You can’t believe you still get excited over something as childish as doughnuts. You’re an adult now and your tastes in things should’ve grown with you too but you just can’t help it!

While you were lost in your thoughts, someone knocked on your door. “Go away,” you weakly replied.

“That’s not nice,” Mori pouted from the other side of the door, “I even made these doughnuts for you.”

!!!!

You got up from your bed in a flash and opened the door to reveal Mori, and true to his word he had homemade doughnuts. Your eyes grew massive at the sight of them.

Without a second thought you grabbed one of the doughnuts, and they were still warm, just the way you liked it. Taking the first bite was always the best part.

After you ate your first doughnut, your mood improved significantly! You wore a giant smile and thanked Mori.

“Now that’s the (Y/n) I like to see!” He gives you a quick kiss on the lips. “It tastes good. How about next time we make doughnuts together, okay?”

Fitzgerald:

After Alcott helped Fitzgerald get out of his slump, he decided to treat you by buying you something you’d enjoy. While on your little shopping trip, you seemed to be distracted the whole time, which he knew wasn’t like you.

“We’ve been at this for a while now, haven’t we?” He turned to smile at you. “How about we give it a break for now and get something to eat?” You nodded at his suggestion and followed him.

He noticed that you still seemed to be rather blank, so he started to name items he’s heard buzz about recently, “You know, I’ve heard people talking about hamburgers, and how popular they are, yet I never had one before. Maybe you’d be interested in that?”

Nothing. “Hm, maybe something more sweet will give you a boost?” You slightly perked at that suggestion, but didn't comment on it. “What about cake? No, we’ve had that plenty of times before...hm.” He began to mull on it for a moment but then, “How about doughnuts!? I heard that they have different flavors.”

Your eyes were sparkling. But you quickly lost them, “Doughnuts? Don’t you think that’s a bit childish? How about we eat some ramen? That’s popular here isn’t it?”

He thought it was weird with the sudden change of topic, since you usually go along with new foods he wants to try. And you looked excited, so why had you rejected the idea so fast, he wondered.

After your little shopping trip was finished he went to consult Alcott about potential strategies the Guild can do to earn their permit. Then he somehow got around to talking about you and how… off you had acted earlier.

“If I remember clearly… When Montgomery used to be here she used to eat all kinds of sweets with (Y/n).” Alcott racked her brain, trying to help her boss the best she can to understand why you had dismissed his choice when she was aware that you’ve eaten sweets on multiple occasions.

“Now that you mention it, (Y/n) said something about it being childish… how curious.” With a dramatic flare he called out, “Follow me now, Miss Alcott! We have some doughnuts to buy!”

Knowing that the two had different versions of ‘buying doughnuts’ she tried to stop him from making a huge mistake.“H-huh!? Doughnuts? Sir, I don’t mean to be rude but.. But perhaps they’ll appreciate homemade ones…” She waited anxiously, and played with her fingers.

“...” He put his hand against his chin then shouted, “Excellent idea! I’ve never made anything before so hopefully this’ll be my chance!”

Alcott could only hope that he doesn’t burn anything down.

On his first attempt the mixture was too runny and didn’t get the proper shape.

His next attempt was slightly better, but when he put it to fry the oil began to pop which he wasn’t prepared for, and caused him to drop it.

After many attempts his best try was somewhat edible. Since he’s never had one before he didn’t have a base to go off and just thought that it was normal and got ready to show you.

He couldn’t wait to show you, and hoped that this would turn your downcasted mood upside down.

He approached you with the plate behind his back, “Ta-da~!” He brought the plate into your view and gave you a huge smile. “Surprise! I made you doughnuts!” You stare dumbfoundedly at him, confused as to why he would do such a thing, but he just continued to ramble on.

“I noticed that you were feeling down recently, so I made something sweet for you. Miss Alcott helped me make these, my first couple of tries didn’t work so well. But after all my attempts we managed to salvage the best looking ones.” You looked between the doughnuts and back to him. Breaking out into a big smile you jump into his arms, almost causing him to drop the doughnuts in the process.

“Thank you! Thank you!” You repeated into his chest. You figured the doughnuts wouldn’t taste that good since he had made them, but above everything it was the thought that counted and you were touched he had thought of making them for you.

You pulled away from him and grabbed one of the doughnuts he had made. Upon grabbing it you could tell it was a little hard, but you still gave it a chance since the most important thing about homemade doughnuts was the love baked into them.

Taking your first bite was tough, but you managed. It tasted dry but you hummed at the taste anyway. You can feel his love reaching you, and how he tried his best to make you feel better.

“This is exactly what I needed, thank you.” Fitzgerald smiled wide at that, his mission had been accomplished. “Maybe… next time, you and I can make some together? I know we can make it better.”

Fukuzawa:

He had just officially started the Armed Detective Agency to use Ranpo’s gift to its full potential. And no longer held his title as the Silver Wolf, which allowed him to enter a relationship with you, and not have your life in immediate danger.

And he may not show it, but you can tell he’s been happier recently. Lighter even.

“Fukuzawa~ Buy me more sweets~” Ranpo pouted. “I worked really hard today, I deserve it!”

You laughed at the young boy’s antics. With him around everything ran along more smoothly due to his smarts. “And what would you like to have Ranpo? My treat this time, since you’ve been so diligent lately.” You gave him a comforting smile.

“Really!? Yay!” He cheered at your offering. “I want to have donuts! I’ve never had donuts from Yokohama before!”

“Ooo! Good choice! I know of a good donut place nearby, they taste just as good as homemade!” At the mention of donuts, your excitement easily leaked out.

“You do, (Y/n)?” Fukuzawa said. “I never knew you liked donuts so much.” He didn’t speak much unless it was necessary. So was it so weird for you to like donuts that he asked about it? Feeling embarrassed about it, you came up with a quick lie.

“Me? Liking donuts!?” You laughed nervously, “Fukuzawa you shouldn’t joke like that. Donuts are for kids, like Ranpo to have. An adult like me shouldn’t indulge myself to such childish things like that.”

You looked around the room, looking for an excuse until your eyes landed on the clock. “Oh! Would you look at the time! I have a place to go to now and I can’t be late!” You moved past Fukuzawa and went out the door.

“Strange… I didn’t know (Y/n) had business to attend to today.” Fukuzawa accepted your poor attempt at an excuse and was about to go back to his work until Ranpo interrupted him.

“Cause they didn’t!” Ranpo groaned, “They were obviously lying!”

“Lying…?” Fukuzawa knew not to doubt Ranpo’s abilities since he’s seen how smart he was first hand, but he couldn't imagine as to why you would lie.

“Yeah. Adults are so weird. Lying over something so simple as donuts.” He shook his head, “Man, I really wanted to try Yokohama donuts too…” He continued to pout.

“Oh! I know!” Fukuzawa looked up at him.

“Hm?”

“You can make donuts!” He grinned mirthfully. Bouncing in his spot.

“Why would I-”

“Think about it! (Y/n) is embarrassed about eating donuts cause it’s ‘childish’, whatever that means,” Ranpo huffed out. “If you make them donuts then they won’t feel so shy about it!”

‘Hmm. It is a good idea.’ Fukuzawa thought to himself, ‘but this is a bit out of character for Ranpo…’

“And plus! Once they know that donuts aren’t just for kids, they’ll take me out to get them!”

‘Oh. Of course he’d say something like that.’ But Fukuzawa smiled anyway. He thought about it more, and it would be nice to make you something. He could show his appreciation for you by making you something you’d enjoy.

Fukuzawa agreed with Ranpo’s idea and began his personal mission, to make his lover donuts.

Once you finished running small errands to fill in the time, you walked back to the agency. Upon opening the door, you were met with an unmistakable fragrance.

‘Donuts!’ You thought happily. Though that thought was immediately stopped. ‘Knock it off, (Y/n). It’s probably for Ranpo.’

You walked further into the office and was met with the sight of Fukuzawa, waiting for you there. On the table beside him sat a plate of donuts. They had a light brown color to them, cooked perfectly.

“W-what’s this all about?” You asked, clearly confused.

“You see, you said that liking donuts are childish, but I don’t think that’s true.” His voice came out, his eyes turning soft at the sight of you. “To show you that adults are capable of eating donuts, I made us some. You like homemade ones best, correct?” He smiled, gently, which expelled any doubts you had in mind.

You grab one of the donts he made, and bite into it, savoring the taste. They tasted surprisingly good! You never took Fukuzawa as someone to be so good at baking.

“It's… very delicious,” you said bashfully. “Um…” Your eyes shifted anxiously, “Thank you, Yukichi.” Your face grew hot.

His heart melted at the sight, and it showed on his face. “Of course.”

You continued to eat the rest of the donuts with Fukuzawa, blissfully unaware of the green eyes watching you.

“You know, I had fun making these donuts. Hopefully next time we can make them together, what do you think?” Fukuzawa asked as he finished his last donut.

“I think I’d like that,” you smiled at him, “And when we do, we can share them with Ranpo. I don’t think he’d like the fact that we ate these without him.”

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #mori ougai #francis scott fitzgerald #fukuzawa yukichi #mori x reader #fitzgerald x reader #fukuzawa x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #plutowrites #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #i hope these werent too ooc >_<

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sixmapleleafs · 4 years

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bedtime // frederik andersen

Summary: A special bedtime story for your four kids turns into a night of reminiscing and possibly an addition to the family...

The kids cheered in front of the TV as Freddie blocked yet another shot from the opposing team, he’d had an amazing game and the kids had been cheering him on from the couch since it was a school night. The microwave dinged behind you and you grabbed the now warm milk, pouring it into your daughters sippy cup, walking out of the kitchen into the family room in order to make your presence known.

“Ok kids” you said making them look at you, “time for bed” they all whined causing you to chuckle, “its a school night and it’s already past your bedtimes”.

“But mommy, daddy’s not home yet” your seven year old son says.

“I know Ethan but he will be home soon and I’ll make sure he tucks you in when he is, ok?” He nodded his head pulling himself up and running past you as you picked up your three year old daughter, handing her the sippy cup.

“Can we have a bedtime story, mamma?” She asks you.

“Yeah! In you and daddy’s bed!” Your five year old son, Nathan, shouts excitedly as he jumps up from his spot on the couch.

“Yeah! Yeah!” Your daughter says from your arms as she claps her hands as best as she could.

“Of course baby, get Ethan and Harry to help you pick one” you say nodding towards your oldest son who was still watching the post game stuff that was playing on the TV. Harry looked up at you and nodded when you gave him a look silently asking him to help his youngest brother. He was just like Freddie in almost every way, a gentle giant and already an amazing goalie at only age 9, he was also a giant mommas boy and you’d found him playing dress up with his little sister or partaking in her tea parties many times.

You headed upstairs with your daughter in your arms making your way straight to your room since she was already in her pyjamas. The boys come running in, Nathan has a large book in his hands that you don’t recognise from their bookshelves.

“What have you got there baby?” You ask him as they all climb into the bed. You grab the blanket that was folded at the end of the bed, getting ready to pull it up over all of you as you get comfortable in between the four of them, so they can snuggle into your side.

“We found it earlier and we didn’t know what it was” Harry explains as he takes the book from his brother and hands it to you. That’s when you see it. It was your wedding album. You hadn’t looked at it in years. You ran your fingers over the gold lettering that spelt out Frederik and Y/n.

“It’s daddy and I’s wedding album” you tell them as they look at you confused.

“What’s a wedding album?” Nathan says looking at you with his big brown eyes.

“Well in this book is all the photos from the day we got married, from start to finish, it’s all in here” you told him and a giant smile broke out onto his face.

“I want to see your wedding mommy, can we look through it?” Haley says from beside her oldest brother and you smile brightly looking over at her.

“Of course, if that’s ok with the boys?” They all nod and smile as they snuggle closer together on either side of you.

You opened the book, waving your hand as dust flew into the air, you hadn’t realised it had been so long since you last opened it. The first four pages were covered in signatures and messages from everyone who came to the wedding. You smiled as you read a few of them quickly. You turned the page and the words the groom were written in the same gold lettering as the front of the book.

The next few pages had photos of Freddie and his groomsmen, there were loads of shots the photographer had taken of Freddie getting ready in his suit and styling his hair. The next page had pictures of Freddie and his family, a few with his dad and his brother then one with all the men from his extended family. There were a few of Freddie and the boys all together in their suits, then one of just Freddie and Auston, who was the best man of course. The kids immediately burst into laughter when they saw the picture.

“Look at uncle Auston’s moustache” Ethan said in between laughs and you laughed along with them, remembering how Auston proudly wore that moustache everyday with no shame. You had no idea why he had decided to get rid of it to be honest.

“He was daddy’s best man, in fact mommy and daddy introduced him to Aunty Elise that day and now they’re married” you told them, referring to how you had introduced them at the wedding and they’d immediately hit it off.

“And we’re getting another cousin soon” Harry said making you chuckle.

“Mhm any day now there will be a third baby Matthews” you told him as he smiled before returning his attention back to the book in front of you. “Doesn’t daddy look handsome?”

The kids all nodded in agreement and Harry joked about how he looked like he was the prince of Denmark making you all laugh. It was a common joke in your family that Freddie looked more like royalty that the actual royal family. You turned the page, the bride was written in gold in the middle of the page and you smiled as you remembered the day and how you felt getting ready to marry your best friend.

“Are these pictures of you mamma?” Haley said and you nodded, turning the page.

The first photo was of you getting your hair curled as you sat surrounded by your mother and grandmother, both of them smiling with tears in their eyes as they looked at you. It was a beautiful shot and you were thankful that the photographer had managed to catch that moment.

The next one showed you stood in the middle of all your bridesmaids, standing in your matching robes and styled hair with your make up done perfectly.

“There’s all your aunties with mommy whilst we were getting ready” you told them as they looked intently at the photos on the page. “And there’s grandma and great nana” you said pointing at the photo.

You turned the page, showing them the photos of you with Freddie’s mom and sister and they all immediately pointed and asked if that was mormor and you nodded. Next there were pictures of you in your dress looking in the mirror as you teared up.

“Why were you crying mommy?” Nathan asked you looking concerned.

“Because I was really happy baby” you explained and he nodded, his face relaxing as he looked away again. “Look there’s grandpa, that was the first time he ever saw me in my dress” you said as you pointed at the next picture.

“He’s crying like you” Haley pointed out and you chuckled, “was he really happy too?” She asked and you nodded. You turned the page again.

“What’s a first look?” Harry asked reading from the page.

“It’s when the bride and groom get to see each other for the first time on the wedding day, it’s just them and they get to share a moment together before the wedding begins” you explain, “sometimes they give each other gifts but daddy and I decided to write letters to each other and read them before we saw each other”.

The next pictures revealed exactly what you had just described, you and Freddie stood back to back reading the letters. The photographer had captured a shot of each of you smiling, then tearing up, then reaching down to your side to grab each other’s hand.

You remembered how Freddie had spun you around to face him, taking in every inch of you in your dress. His eyes had filled with tears and he’d crouched down covering his face with his hand as his emotions took over him. It was one of the rare occasions where you had seen him cry, since that day he’d only really cried like that when each of your kids were born. You remembered how you had reached out to rub his shoulder giggling even though your own tears were threatening to spill over. He’d stood up and immediately wrapped his arms around you, telling you he loved you and he was the luckiest man alive. The photographer had captured every moment.

“Now daddy’s crying” Ethan said with a laugh, snapping you out of the memory.

“Daddy never cries” Nathan pointed out and you nodded.

“It was a very emotional day baby, everyone cried even daddy” you explained smiling softly at your son, suddenly feeling extremely grateful for your family in that moment.

“You look so pretty mamma” Haley said running her small figures delicately over the photo of you in your dress.

“She looked like a princess” you heard Freddie’s voice from the doorway, he was wearing his game day suit and leaning against the doorframe to your bedroom.

“Daddy!” Haley squealed as she climbed down from your bed and ran into her fathers arms, he immediately lifted her up and she wrapped her small arms around his neck, the sight made your heart melt as he carried her back over to the bed.

“Congrats on the win dad, you played really good” Harry said.

“Thanks bud, did you guys watch the whole game?” He asked as Nathan moved from the spot beside you where the two of them had previously been and Freddie scooped him up in his other arm. He sat down beside you, the kids getting comfortable in his lap as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

“We all wore our jerseys too daddy” Haley said bringing her fathers attention back to her, she’d had him wrapped around her finger since the day she was born, in fact since the day you found out you were having a girl and Freddie had immediately started painting the nursery pink and buying her little outfits. Freddie chuckled as he kissed her forehead.

“How long were you stood there?” You asked him.

“Since you called me handsome” he said with a smirk and you rolled your eyes, not being able to stop the smile from spreading across your face. You continued looking through the album until you got to the last page and noticed the kids were struggling to keep their eyes open. It was well past all of their bedtimes and you looked up at Freddie to find him already looking at you smiling softly.

“C’mon lets get them in bed” you said but he didn’t budge, instead he leaned down to kiss you softly.

“I love you” he said and you smiled bringing him into another soft kiss.

“I love you too” he kissed your forehead before you were burst out of your little love bubble by Harry.

“Ewwwwww” he said making you giggle and blush a little bit, you didn’t think he had been paying attention to the two of you.

“Come on big man, it’s time for bed” you said as you carefully moved Ethan so he was standing, he was seconds away from falling asleep but he followed his brother down the hallway anyway.

Freddie picked up the younger two and carried them to their beds. You followed Harry and Ethan to their bedrooms, tucking Ethan into his bed and kissing his head softly as he mumbled a goodnight and love you. You moved next door to Harry’s room where he was already tucked into bed waiting for you to say goodnight as he did every night, you kissed his forehead and said goodnight before closing the door quietly. You walked down the hall to Nathan’s room where he was already snoring softly, you kissed his forehead gently so you wouldn’t wake him then headed to Haley’s room.

“I love you daddy” you heard her say in her tiny voice, you peaked your head around the door to see Freddie’s large frame knelt beside her bed, her small hand was in his giant one and she had her Carlton the bear stuffed animal under her arm.

“I love you too princess” he said placing a small kiss to her forehead.

“Goodnight mamma” she said causing Freddie to look over at you, a content smile on his face. He looked truly relaxed. Like this was where he was meant to be.

“Goodnight baby” you said as Freddie stood up, switching the nightlight beside her bed on as he did so.

You made your way into your en suite bathroom, Freddie not far behind you. You both brushed your teeth in a comfortable silence before he headed towards his closet to get changed into something he could sleep in.

When you finally made it under the covers you were hit by how exhausted you really were, you closed your eyes and were just about to fall asleep when you felt Freddie’s strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. You looked up at him sleepily and he pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

“Thank you” he said quietly and you looked at him confused.

“For what?”

“For giving me all of this, our family. I love you so much and I never want you to feel like you aren’t appreciated because you are, baby, you really are” he said before you pulled him down for another kiss, suddenly not feeling so tired anymore. The kiss quickly got heated and Freddie was in top of you in no time. Let’s just say your family of six was about to become seven...

#hockey imagines #nhl #nhlimagines #frederik andersen #frederik andersen imagine #nhl imagine #toronto maple leafs

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Despite rivalry...we’ll always be friends...even if neither of us know it

Characters: Dazai Osamu (main character); Chuya Nakahara (main character); Mori Ougai; OC-Asahi Ruki; Port Mafia

Warnings: slight mentions of torture (just mentions of how dazai was a torturer in his PM days); dark themes; tsundereness; cursing (of course it’s Chuya)

Notes: Hi everyone! I apologize for not posting in a while. I just needed to rest my tired brain after the exams for a few days. So here, have some platonic soukoku content i’ve written. This can also be found on AO3 on my account name: xXxNoLongerHumanXxX. Also, sorry about not doing an event for my 100 followers milestone yet. I’ll get that done as soon as I have time for it.

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The city lights of Yokohama shine brightly like stars. It looks beautiful against the back-drop of the midnight sky. The snow white moon illuminates the much darker parts of Yokohama. But the darkest place of all, was none other than the Port Mafia. Even though you can see lights on from the outside decorating the jet black buildings, it's sinister and might I say bloody secrets is what made it much more darker than any other place in the city.

But there was something, no someone much more sinister than everyone else who worked in the mafia. He was feared immensely not only by civilians and enemies, but by his very own colleagues as well. Torture was his specialty. Whether it's for interrogation or punishment, he'll do it with a sadistic smile and enjoy the pained expressions that his victims make.

His pitch black suit and coat as well as the white bandage over his right eye made him all the more intimidating, His wavy, somewhat unruly hair was a dark chocolate brown. The eyes belonging to this man were a mocha brown but ever so darkened to match his cold expression when giving commands or in the presence of an enemy. This Port Mafia Executive's name was Dazai Osamu, also known as the 'Demonic Prodigy'. There's a saying in the Port Mafia, "The biggest misfortune for Dazai's enemies, is that they're Dazai's enemies."

But as much as he might seem cold, he acts like a little child as well. This can be seen when he's with two of his 'friends' that he goes drinking with to Bar Lupin. He'll even joke about his suicidal tendencies and experiment with little things such as cooking, much like a kid does. Only to have his friends try his dish and end up with twisting stomachs in the morning.

His childish antics can also be seen with another mafia executive, his name being Chuya Nakahara. A rather bit shorter than average height for his age. He had graceful ginger locks in his hair with a longer section falling over his left shoulder. His formal attire was red and black, his signature colors. And of course his beloved fedora topped his head much like a sundae that's topped off with a red cherry.

Dazai and Chuya, despite being partners often bickered, regardless their age of eighteen, they never seemed to stop fighting like children who can't stand each other. But maybe for just one night, they might actually stop bickering for once. ________________________________________

One of the members of the Port Mafia thought of an idea but started regretting it when he thought of the boss. A party? At the Port Mafia? There's no way Mori would ever agree to such a thing. But the thought had good intentions. The Port Mafia had just finished off a rival gang and it surely was a tedious job. But they succeeded in executing them. This one member wanted to celebrate the fact they're all still alive and their victory.

He decides to take the chance one morning and head to Mori Ougai's office. Once reaching the doors of the office after getting through security, he hesitantly places his hands on the door knobs and pauses. He takes a deep breath and opens the doors, closing them behind him. He turns back around to find Mori playing dress up with Elise, she didn't seem happy to try anything on though. He clears his throat and makes his appearance known, "Boss, it's Asahi Ruki I have come to propose an idea that I hope you approve of." he says trying to sound confident.

Mori shifts himself in the chair towards his left to see who has entered and then gives his signature sickeningly sweet smile, "Ah yes Asahi-kun. What is this idea you have in mind?" Asahi stands with his hands behind his back and holds a professional upright posture, "Yes, my idea is..." "Go on, spill it out, I'm listening." Mori teases when Asahi pauses mid sentence. "My idea is...that we...throw a party, not necessarily extravagant, to celebrate our victory against the vile rival gang that we have just gotten rid off. And the fact that everyone's still alive. I've discussed this with a few fellow colleagues and they seem to be excited for such an event." he continues, cursing himself for stuttering the first few words. "...very well then, it would be a good idea, after all, why not some fun after such a tedious and stressful job?" Mori chuckles as he nods. "A party! Finally something exciting around this crappy place!" exclaims Elise.

A bead of sweat rolls down the side of Asahi's temple as he gulps when he hears Elise's words. "Thank you Boss, should I make the arrangements?" "No, leave that to me and the executives, thank you, you may be excused now if there's nothing else." replies Mori yet again with that sick smile. Asahi bows and turns around to leave, silently cheering that his idea was approved of and most of all, his head didn't get chopped off. Back in the office, Elise starts putting on her normal attire and starts contemplating all the possible party ideas. Mori just looks on with a pout on his lips.

"...do you really think this place is "crappy" my dear Elise-chan?" ___________________________________________

A week later or so, the demonic prodigy walks through the red velvet halls of the Port Mafia to get to his rather "boring" office as he calls it. He notices people a tad bit busier than usual today. It seemed as if he was oblivious to the fact that that day was the day of the party approved by the Boss and proposed by a mafioso named Asahi. But he wasn't. He just didn't like the idea of parties. Too noisy, too rowdy, too many people for his liking.

Mori had called him numerous times on his cellphone to get him to come to his office to plan this event, but before he would even bother about picking up the call, he knew what is was about already. He finally makes it to his "boring" office and shuts the door behind him with the heel of his shoe. He takes his hands out of his pockets and settles down at his desk. Tons of paperwork lay on his desk and there were at least four more piles of paperwork to be done on the floor. He groans at the sight of them, all that is unnecessary and too much of a tedious job to do.

He spins around in his chair in endless circles and finally stops when he hears a knock at his door. 'Great, which fool is here to bother me now.' he grumbles internally. "Come in" he says hiding his annoyance behind an expressionless voice. The door opens and the last person he wants to see steps in. "Hey suicidal maniac. There's a party this evening at about 9 til' late. You weren't in Mori's office to plan the damn thing, where the heck where you!? Goofing off?" says Chuya with annoyance lacing his voice. "I don't care for such things. It's so useless to waste time on such a stupid event." Dazai replies nonchalantly. "And yes, I wasn't exactly goofing off...I was trying out this new method of suicide! You see this is how you do it, first you..." "Shut up Mackerel I don't want to hear your stupid attempts of ending your life, are coming to the party or what?"

"Hmmm, how about no. Parties are so annoying." Dazai whines while slumping his upper body over his desk. "Fine by me, finally I can be free of you and actually have a good time and..." "Blah-blah-blah, I don't wanna hear how much you're going to enjoy your time acting like the fool you are, Slug." Dazai smirks. "Bastard!" Chuya grimaces and leaves shutting the door with a bang behind him. Dazai doesn't even wince at the annoyingly loud noise and goes back to spinning in his chair. He stops again but not because there's someone at the door, but at his own thoughts intruding his mind.

He sighs heavily and displays an empty and solemn look on his face, which he'll never show anyone. ___________________________________________

It was currently 9:00 pm and most of the Port Mafia members like Higuchi, Tachihara, Gin and others helped with the decorations earlier that day. And they got it done fast too, without hassles, except for Tachihara who slipped off a ladder while hanging decorations and fell. Akutagawa of course wasn't going to be at such a 'hideous' event as he called such unnecessary gatherings.

Dazai was at Bar Lupin, tonight however he was alone, no Odasaku, no Ango. He takes a sip of the amber whiskey in front of him and sighs out of relief as well as boredom. He ran out of suicide methods to try. A man wearing a fedora and crimson red button up shirt with coal black formal pants makes his way to the bar and enters. Dazai doesn't seem to notice at all. At this point he's too lost in his fog of thoughts to bother about anyone else. "Hey suicidal maniac!" calls Chuya as he comes down the steps in the bar with a fine bottle of one of the most expensive wines he's ever bought in his gloved hand.

Dazai turns his attention towards the ginger and for once in his life he's genuinely surprised not expecting Chuya to be here. "What are you doing here Chuya? I thought you'd be drunk out of your mind by now." Dazai snickers. "So early? The party only started half an hour ago!" "Knowing you, you'd go there half drunk." Dazai laughs. "Hey shut that mouth of yours you stupid Mackerel, I was bored and decided to come here instead!" "Since when do you come to Bar Lupin? And did you decide to come here because you were bored, or did you come here knowing I'd be here?" Dazai smirks.

"Shut up already will you!" Chuya yells angrily at Dazai's teasing and takes a seat next to him and places down his wine. "So answer which is it!" Dazai exclaims. "Bastard, I came here because I was bored of course! And besides you weren't at the party either. Perhaps it got boring because I wasn't constantly running around after you trying to stop you from causing havoc!"

Dazai chuckles, "Are my antics that entertaining?" "Hey, don't act all smug! All I'm saying is that I've gotten so used to your annoying and bizarre antics that other things seem somewhat boring." "Ah, I see." Dazai says and leans forward to take a sip of his drink. Chuya was lying though, the party wasn't boring at all, he felt bad that Dazai wasn't there, and decided not to go because of the suicidal maniac. As much as Chuya hates him, he still enjoys his company nonetheless, even if he doesn't know it.

"Ugh, it's getting boring here too!" exclaims Chuya out of frustration. "Yeah, it got boring since you arrived." Dazai remarks. "Why you!..." Chuya aims to kick at Dazai's calf but fails miserably as Dazai casually got up before Chuya could even graze him. "Since it's boring here, let's get outta here then hmm?" Dazai suggests. "...idiot, fine." he gets up makes his way out of the bar with Dazai, of course taking his precious wine with him. "How come you don't like parties? You're already an animal, I'm sure you wouldn't have trouble fitting in with a bunch of party animals." Chuya smirks.

"I already told you earlier you stupid Slug, it's useless and a waste of time!" Dazai replies. "But why is what I'm asking you!!!" "I just don't." "...don't be vague Mackerel." "...fine, they're too noisy and rowdy for my liking, besides there's too many annoying people like you there."

"Do you seriously have to insult me in everything you say!?" exclaims a frustrated Chuya. "Yes, yes I do." Dazai says nonchalantly not evening glancing at the short ginger walking beside him. "...stupid Mackerel." grumbles the ginger. "Hey why don't we go on the rooftop of that building and just chill there for a while hmm?" suggests the demonic prodigy. "...fine." The two mafia executives make their way to the very top of a building, Chuya silently curses Dazai because he doesn't have an ability that will take him to the rooftop in a just a few seconds. Chuya thought he could have just used his ability but Dazai's would only nullify it.

"Finally!" Chuya exclaims in excitement after climbing stairs after stairs to reach the rooftop. "We survived! Great job petite mafioso." Dazai snickers and walks passed him to go to the very edge of the rooftop. "Don't you dare even think about jumping you bastard!" Chuya yells from where he is. "Already thought about it!" Dazai replies and sits down letting his legs dangle off the building. He pats the place next to him motioning for Chuya to sit. The ginger makes his way over and reluctantly sits next to the person he supposedly despises the most. "That's some expensive wine you've got there." Dazai remarks. "Yeah, it is to you." the ginger says as he takes it in his hands and pops open the bottle with his ability. "I thought you only open such expensive wines on special occasions?" "If I'm hanging out with you, it must be a special occasion." "Chuya! You're such a wonderful human being!" "Go to hell, I'll probably regret it in the morning." "You're such a tsundere." "I SAID GO TO HELL!" shouts Chuya before taking a big gulp of the wine straight from the bottle.

"How am I supposed to go to hell, if I'm already there?" Dazai smiles sickeningly sweet. "Tsk, what kind of philosophy is that!?" "Ugh, nevermind I'm surprised you use such a big word as 'philosophy'." "For the last time today, SHUT UP!" "Aww, is the petite mafioso getting all upset?" Dazai teases. Chuya swings a fist at him but of course Dazai dodges it with ease. "Bastard." The ginger then offers the wine bottle to the brunette begrudgingly. "Uh, I don't drink wine but since there's nothing else..." Dazai takes the bottle and drinks almost half the bottle one time. "Hey easy! I want some too!" Chuya say trying to stop his partner in crime.

"Mmm, this is some sweet wine." says Dazai giving back the half empty wine bottle to Chuya. "Geez, how greedy." "Hey hatrack." "What do you want!?" "What's the real reason you didn't go to the party?" asks Dazai as he looks at the midnight black sky. "...ugh, the real reason...I didn't want you to feel alone or left out and besides it would have been much more boring there anyway." "Not so much of a tsundere now huh?" Chuya says teasing Dazai. "Oh keep quiet will you!? Be grateful that I chose to hang out with the person I despise the most in the world!" "Yeah yeah sure." Dazai leans back and lays down on the rooftop with his hands behind his neck. Chuya glances at him and then does the same. "Why do you constantly annoy me all the time?" asks Chuya and this time, he doesn't sound annoyed or angry but rather calm.

"I dunno, it's entertaining I guess?" "You seriously use me for your entertainment? Tsk, you always use people for your personal needs anyway." and he takes another swig of the wine again. "...I don't use you...not all the time" "Idiot" and he yet again takes another swig of the wine. "No wonder why you don't have friends Mackerel." "Who says I need friends?" "I say you need friends." "...why?" "So that you're not lonely all the time and trying to constantly kill yourself."

"...why would you care about such a thing?" Dazai figures Chuya's almost drunk by now. "Oh see. now who's being a tsundere!?" "...whatever..." he still gazes up at the sky as if searching for something. Chuya realizes what Dazai's doing and does the same, "Here have some more before I finish the bottle." Dazai glances at the bottle in Chuya's hand and takes it drinking all of it. "Hey! I was supposed to finish it! Stupid Mackerel!" but he doesn't sound all too disappointed this time when he shouts at Dazai.

"Hey Chuya?" “Finally you call me by my name...what do you want Dazai?" "Thanks for hanging out with me tonight, didn't know you cared that much about me." he tries to tease towards the end of his sentence. "It's nothing, just thought you might need a friend to keep you company." Chuya says, eyes droopy hinting he was tired and drunk. Dazai's eyes widen when he heard Chuya say that, he glanced over at the ginger and sees him trying to fight his sleep. Dazai gets up and shoves his hands into his pockets. "Let's go home now Chuya, I knew you'd get drunk out of your mind." "Tsk" Chuya gets up slowly and leaves with Dazai, leaving behind the empty wine bottle they shared. Despite their rivalry, they're friends...even if neither of them know it.

#bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #chuya nakahara #oneshot #scenario #bittersweet #slight angst #fluff #comedy #soukoku #double black #mori ougai #OC #oc-asahi ruki #port mafia #port mafia members

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btsslowburnfic · 3 years

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Sonata Second Movement

The dear @omgalyssag17 asked: hi i saw you have your requests open and was wondering if you’d be interested in writing a story where yoongi moves into a haunted apartment/house (human!yoongi x ghost!reader pairing). i like giving authors lots of room for creativity so let your imagination flow.

Here is part one Series Summary: Yoongi travels to a lake house to get some work done in peace. While he is there he has several strange encounters that make him question his own sanity. Chapter Notes: Ghosty girl is catching feelings WK:6kish

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Previously... “Wow you look even better when you are soaking wet,” you mused from your spot by the fireplace mantle.

Yoongi shook his hair out of his face and looked over at you, “Thanks, but who are you and why are you here….” His eyes widened as he was finally able to see clearly.

Your eyes also grew wider and you looked behind you to make sure he wasn’t speaking to anyone else. You looked back at him, “You can see me?”

Yoongi slowly nodded his head. The woman definitely looked like she could be twins with [y/n] from the photograph. “Of course I can, you’re ogling me from the fireplace.”

If you were alive you would have blushed. “Yeah well...I didn’t think you would see me. Let a girl have a little fun.” You wrung your hands. “Go put on a towel or something.”

Yoongi laughed, his shoulders gently shaking up and down. “Sorry. I’m Min Yoongi. It’s nice to meet you. Are you [y/n’]’s sister? Didn’t you know the cabin is booked for the week?

“………..yes. I’m her sister.” You decided, what the hell? You’re dead. He’s not going to believe that you’re a ghost anyways. Let’s go with it. “ It’s nice to meet you. My name is Elise. I’m so sorry for staring at you. I didn’t know anyone was staying here. My parents are awful about letting me know the schedule.”

Yoongi felt his heartbeat slowing down. “S’okay. Uh...when did you get here? I didn’t see a car?”

“Late this morning. I had a friend drop me off. I saw your car out front but I thought maybe one of our family friends had stopped by to go fishing or something. When I came inside I headed straight for the guest bedroom to relax.” The lies easily fell from your lips and you felt a little bad. But an easy lie was better than a hard truth for today.

Yoongi was so shocked from the ghost incident and the surprise of having another person there he didn’t analyze the story too much. “OK. Well, like you said. I’m going to go put on a towel or something. Probably dry clothes, unless you’d prefer the towel?” He teased.

“Hey, don’t flatter yourself too much. Like I said, I didn’t think you’d be able to hear me,” you looked away embarrassed.

Yoongi smirked, not quite sure where his confidence just now had come from. He shouldn’t flirt with some random girl in an isolated cabin. He was here to work. He walked back to the bedroom to change.

You gathered a few logs and paper to start a fire in the fireplace. He would probably be cold and you felt bad for scaring him out into the cool rain. How on earth could he see you? You wondered. You tossed a match into the pile and waited for the flames to catch.

Yoongi came out with his hair still damp and dressed in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. “I’m booked here through the week just so you know. Oh,” he looked at the fireplace, “thanks for starting a fire.”

You sat down in front of it and held your hands out, imitating getting warm.. “No problem. And OK. Are you trying to kick me out of my dead sister’s house?”

Yoongi froze. “Well I guess when you put it like that, I was going to. But now I feel bad.”

“I’ll try and get a hold of my friend tomorrow to see if they can come back early. But you know how the reception is out here.” You said from your spot in front of the fire.

“Yeah. No worries. I just came up here to get some work done. So as long as that still happens, it’s all good.” He squatted next to the fire and began to blow on it to add oxygen. You had tried to blow on it as well, but of course your efforts amounted to nothing.

“Oh? What kind of work?” You pretended like you had no idea even though you figured it out the first night.

“I’m a music producer. I also write songs and rap. Sometimes I'm even forced to sing,” he joked as he stood up and walked over to the desk. “Was your sister a musician?”

“Yes. She was a concert pianist and also dabbled in composing. She had written a few things before she died."

"Anything I'd recognize?" he asked, putting his notebook into his bag.

"No, nothing you would have heard of. How did you know?”

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck and walked over carrying the letter. “Ah, here. I found this in the piano. Umm...it might be difficult to read. I think she wrote it when she was really sick.” He gently handed it to you. You took the time to read your words and reflect on them.

You gave the letter back to Yoongi and let out a deep breath. “Cancer. She was so young, they didn’t suspect anything. By the time they caught it, it had spread to her bones. She turned down treatment and moved up here full time. All she wanted to do was enjoy the lake views and play music.” You sighed, remembering the worst year of your life.

“I’m sorry. That must have been really horrible for both of you.” He nods in understanding and you don’t say anything, just staring into the fire.

Yoongi sucked in some air, making a whooshing sound and began, “Well, along with the letter she also left the music she was working on, would you like to hear it?” He sat down at the piano bench.

“Please,” you responded and turned to face the piano. You were absolutely relishing every minute that he was actually interacting with you.

Yoongi began to play the song as you had written it, along with the few notes he (and you) had added. Before you knew it, you felt something on your face. Tears? Ghosts couldn’t cry?? What was going on with you today?

Yoongi stopped playing and turned around to hear your appraisal. “Oh shit. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t even know I could cry.” You responded, wiping the tears away. He didn’t notice your strange phrasing, just assuming you weren’t a very emotional person.

“Your sister wrote most of it, I added just a few notes. It’s really good. Hold on.” He got up and went hunting for tissues. He returned a moment later and gently handed you the box. “Here.”

“Thank you,” you said while wiping the tears from your face. “It sounds so gentle the way you play it.”

He mumbled a response you couldn’t quite make out while rubbing the back of his neck and sat down next to you on the floor.

“Would you like some coffee?” You asked, suddenly remembering the task he was trying to complete when you scared him earlier.

He shook the bangs out of his face, “Sure, if you want to make some I’d drink it. By the way, did you sit all the stuff out earlier?”

I mean. It wasn’t a lie this time, “Yes. I was going to make some this morning but then I got distracted.”

“Oh good. For a while I thought this lake house was haunted.”

“Ahahaha” you laughed way too much. Creepily, if you were being honest. You stood up, “that’s so weird. A haunted Lake house. Are you easily frightened?”

He leaned back on his elbows, enjoying the heat from the fireplace. “No. I mean, I don’t like horror movies, but I don’t think I get scared easily. Imagine if you thought you were alone and suddenly the groceries were in other places and doors were unlocking and locking.” He pouted.

You added water and coffee grounds to the machine. “Yeah yeah that’s fair. Sorry for teasing you, that would be pretty scary.”

“Plus I found that note, and the piano seems like it has a mind of its own. And it’s a secluded cabin.” He lists reasons, defending himself. You feel bad since he wasn’t wrong; the house was haunted.

“Hey stop, you’re starting to freak ME out.” You teased as you leaned against the counter. “So, are you on vacation or working or….?” You gestured hoping for him to finish the sentence.

He turned to face you entirely, his tiny legs folded underneath him. “Both. But I can’t stand not working. A lot of my teammates are traveling and spending time with their friends and family, but I’d rather work. I had dinner with my brother the first night and then headed here the next day.”

“I understand.” You truly did. You weren’t lying earlier when you had said you spent your last year up at the Lake house mostly by yourself. Your family and friends didn’t understand your decision. But for you it was easier to not see them sad. To not hear them ask “how are you doing?” every time they saw you. You were dying. How the hell did they think you were doing?

You poured some coffee into two mugs. “Milk? Sugar?” you asked.

“Sorry, I like it iced. Here, I’ll get it.” He stood up and walked over to the kitchen, taking the mug from your hand. In doing so he ever so slightly brushed up against your hand. You hadn’t touched anyone in ten years. Holy shit that felt weird. And Amazing. You quickly put the cup up to your mouth to hide all of your feelings.

“Well, I’m going to give you some space to work. I’ll try to stay in my room.” You mumbled into the cup and turned to leave.

“Ah, don’t worry about it. Like I said, as long as it’s quiet I don’t mind. So you know, no karaoke parties or anything.” He teased as he put ice cubes into a glass and dumped the mug contents into it.

You smiled, “Ok ok. It was on my list of things to do while I was up here, but I guess I’ll hold back.”

“Oh well, if it’s on your to-do list, we can always try it later today,” He took a sip of the coffee. “Ahhh much better.”

He was nice. You thought as you walked over to the sofa and nestled in, watching the rain fall. Could you drink coffee? you wondered. You very hesitantly stuck out your tongue and tried to place it on the liquid. Success. Maybe you were actually in heaven now. A cute boy was talking to you and you could drink coffee again. And cry. And he actually was able to touch your hand. You tried not to freak out as you remembered. It was not a big deal. This was all totally normal. As normal as a day could be for a ghost. You heard beats quietly playing and saw that Yoongi had placed his headphones on and was working on his laptop.

You looked around for a book that you hadn’t read twenty times. The last family that stayed here had left in such a rush they left behind several paperbacks of various genres. They thought they would have a relaxing time in your house, reading on your deck. Oh no. Not once their children smashed on your piano and jumped on your bed. They had to go. Banging a few pots and pans, opening up their car doors, and opening up the windows had done the trick. And voila, you had new books. You picked your new Jojo Moyes’ book and laid back on the couch.

The rest of the afternoon passed relatively peacefully. Yoongi was really dedicated to his work. He occasionally would get up to refill his coffee, but that was it. Was he going to eat? Humans needed to eat right? Yes. You remembered. Humans ate 2-3 times a day. Sometimes more.You got up and started the rice maker.

You heard Yoongi sit his headphones down and walk over to the kitchen. “Did you bring any food? What were you planning on eating?” He asked as he opened the refrigerator door.

Shit. Shit. He started pulling out some vegetables and meat.

“Umm...I don’t know. I was just in such a hurry to get up here, I guess I forgot.”

Yoongi scoffed. “Forgot to bring food? For the weekend? Are you a careless person?”

Damn, he was very blunt for such a nice person “There’s a chalet on the other side of the lake that has a market. I was planning on going there in the boat.”

“Oh? I didn’t know about that.” He shrugged.

Well maybe it was still open. You had no clue actually. Shit. Fortunately for you he didn’t ask any follow up questions, suddenly immersed in his new task of chopping vegetables and meat. Apparently he could cook? So domestic, you thought as you stood there feeling useless.

You wandered over to the piano and took a seat, the wood creaking beneath you. You looked at your unfinished piece, still sitting there with the picture of yourself staring back. You placed your fingers on the keys and began to play. When you arrived at the end you tried a few other runs to see if they fit, but, much like when you were alive, none of them felt right. You sighed and turned around to see Yoongi staring at you with his lips slightly parted. “Wow, You play as well?”

You don’t know why but suddenly you felt very shy. “Yeah. My parents made me start taking lessons when I was three. Piano, eat, sleep. Then, Piano, school, eat, sleep. It’s ok though. I actually enjoyed playing so I didn’t mind. Especially when I got old enough to where I could pick my own music.”

“That’s nice. My parents hated that I loved music. They’re supportive now, but when I was in high school I got caught writing lyrics in class and they tore up all of them. Notebooks full of music all gone in a matter of minutes.” He said it with a smile on his face, but you could still sense the bitterness in his voice.

“That’s so awful. I’m sorry that happened to you.”

He shrugged, “They were doing what they thought was best for me at the time. Our parents are just humans too.” A timer went off in the kitchen. “I need to check on the soup.”

Apparently he had made soup. You turned back to the piano and played through a few more times, still getting stuck at the same place. Frustrated, you started playing some other songs so you could feel like you had accomplished something.

“Food’s ready.” You heard him call from the kitchen. You stood up and walked over to the countertop bar.

“Thank you. Wow. This looks amazing,” you commented as you stared at the delicious food sitting in the bowl.

“Ah it’s nothing.” He said, blowing onto his spoon, his cheeks puffing out with each breath.

“Well I haven’t had homemade soup in forever, so I am very excited.” You took a spoonful as well and began to try to cool it down.

The two of you eat mostly in silence. The soup is of course, very good. “I’ll clean up, you can get back to work.” You offered, taking the empty dishes over to the sink. Being dead was weird, you missed even the small things like feeling water against your hands; smelling soap. So many small everyday moments that you had taken for granted.

He mumbled his gratitude and headed back over to the desk, putting his headphones back on. You washed and dried the dishes. Looking outside, you saw that the rain had finally cleared up. You grabbed your book and headed out to the deck. To your amazement, you were able to feel the sun’s warmth. God. It had been forever. You had come out here almost every day for ten years but hadn’t been able to feel sensations like hot, cold, or wind. You gazed out over the lake, admiring the way the sun shimmered over the water.

You weren’t sure if hours or minutes passed by, but eventually you came to a good stopping point in your book and headed inside. To your surprise, Yoongi was asleep on the couch, a pillow tucked between his knees. He looked so tiny and cute. You walked over to the corner of the room and grabbed a blanket. You headed back towards the couch and covered him up, wishing for a moment you were still invisible so you could watch him sleep without being a total creep. You looked at him for a few more seconds, trying to memorize his features so when he left you would still be able to remember him. You decided it was best if you didn’t stare creepily at him and headed to the guest bedroom.

Yoongi woke up in total darkness and yawned loudly. How long had he slept for? He meant to take a power nap on the couch but had apparently rested for much longer. Constant traveling and insomnia meant he had a messed up sleep schedule anyway which is what made him lay down in the first place. He pulled the blanket up to his chin and stretched, the tips of his toes hitting the other end of the couch. He hadn’t remembered putting a blanket on. Honestly, that’s probably what made him sleep for as long as he did. Ah, he remembered his new housemate. He smiled. Something about someone putting a blanket on you when you were sleeping was so cute.

He sat up and neatly folded the blanket. Running his hands through his hair he took out his phone to use as a flashlight and made his way over to the light switch. He stretched once more and headed over to the piano to see if any progress could be made with [y/n]’s composition. This time he was able to string together a few more chords that sounded like they fit. The melody was difficult to categorize, but if he had to he would call it “nostalgic.” It was both happy and sad, and befitting of a dying woman, he thought sadly.

“That sounds great.” He heard a voice say behind him. He jumped slightly, he hadn’t heard you enter the room. “Ack. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, you’re fine. I just didn’t hear you come in.” He scooted over on the black bench, making room for you. “Would you like to try?”

You sat down, trying to not notice that your legs were touching on the very small bench. You played through the piece, adding in the newest notes he had written.

“Hmmm...I think your playing style is better suited for this song,” he said. He leaned over and grabbed a pen and sheet music from the desktop and made some notes.

“I like listening to you play it, but I suppose since it was [y/n]s song, maybe I’m a bit more familiar with the style. We did have the same teacher after all.” You said as you began to play through it once again. “I like the progress you’ve made on it though. In just this afternoon?”

Yoongi smiled at that and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, well at first it was easy for me to see what direction the song wanted to go in, but now I’m not sure. I can see why she struggled with it.”

“Well between that and the pain and headaches and nausea,” you added without thinking.

“Yes. Once again, I’m just so sorry that happened. When did [y/n] die?”

“Ten years ago.” You looked sadly out the large back windows. It was night now and the moon was casting it’s tiny crescent reflection on the water.

“Did she pass away here?” He asked, gesturing to the room.

“Right over on there.” You pointed to the sofa. “Don’t worry. They bought a new couch.” You quickly amended your statement when you saw his eyes bug out ever so slightly. “She sent our parents a message saying it wouldn’t be long. She sat out a bunch of food and water for Barley and then laid down for a nap. But she never woke back up.”

“Jesus that’s sad.”

“Yeah….Cancer sucks.”

“What happened to Barley?” Yoongi asked, reaching out to hold the picture of [y/n] and the dog that rested on the piano.

“He passed away shortly after. My parents said he died of a broken heart. Soooooooo, that sucks too.” you said and you felt tears starting to run down your face. Your poor dog. He didn’t understand. All he knew was that you weren’t waking up. No matter how much he barked or pulled on you or whined; you wouldn’t get up to let him out or play with him. Your parents arrived the next morning to Barley lying on top of you on the couch, trying to keep you warm. Of course, you weren’t ever going to be warm again at that point. It really sucked.

You felt a gentle squeeze on your hand that was still resting on the keys. You looked over at Yoongi, his face a few inches away from yours. “That does suck.”

You sniffled loudly and reached for the Kleenex box. “Yeah. Thanks. Sorry. Coming up here and hearing the song has made me an emotional wreck. I usually don’t cry.”

“It’s fine. I mean, I’m sorry it’s happening to you, but don’t feel bad on my account. Feel your feelings. It’s all good.” He said and gave you an understanding :]

“Thanks. I’m going to go lay down for a bit. Good luck with the song.” You stood up abruptly.

“Ok.” He was slightly surprised. “Do you need anything? Dinner? Water?”

“No, thank you. I’m not very hungry. I just. I need to go lay down.” You turned to go to the guest bedroom. Then you awkwardly turned around, “Thanks again. Really.” You felt your cheeks growing red and felt a sound in your ears that would have felt like a heartbeat if you were alive. Today had been so very confusing. You forgot what it was like to feel all of these things at once. You didn’t need to be trapped in a lake house, as a ghost, with a crush on a guy who you would never see again. Even you knew this was a bad idea. You just wanted to creepily stare at him. Not talk to him. Not like him. Not have a crush on him. Stupid ghost, you chided yourself as you laid down. You resolved to try to avoid him for the next 2 days. It would be easier to accept oblivion without missing somebody.

Yoongi sat on the piano bench, staring at the couch. Wow. What a sad story. He knew that people died all the time. He comprehended that young people died and that life was unfair. But it was still just so shitty. The more he thought about it the more angry and sad he got. He moved over to the desk and started to write some lyrics. The next thing he knew it was the middle of the night and his notebook was full of words and sentences; concepts and ideas. If there was one thing Yoongi was good at, it was turning pain and anger into music.

He stood up and raised his arms over his head, then moved side to side. You had never come back out so he assumed you went to sleep. All things considered, he thought, you were actually doing pretty well. He couldn’t imagine if his brother passed away, going to his house and having to think about poor Holly being left alone. Well he could actually, since he just got into that headspace to write lyrics, but it was still a shitty thing to think about, and even shittier that it actually happened to [y/n]. He grabbed himself a glass of water, skipping food, and went to bed.

Day 4

You woke up to the sunlight streaming in your room. Gross. You had planned on just trying to sleep a solid 2 days in order to avoid Yoongi but the bright ass sun was making it difficult. You grumbled and decided to take advantage of being able to drink coffee again today. You weren’t sure how long this being able to interact with food and beverages was going to last but you were going to take advantage. You listened for Yoongi, hearing nothing, you walked quietly out to the kitchen and prepared the coffee.

A few minutes later you heard Yoongi’s heavy footsteps in the hallway and saw him yawning with his hair sticking up. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

He stood there, blinking slowly. “Coffee.”

You laughed. “It’s dripping right now. Late night?”

“Mmmm…” was all he responded as he walked into the bathroom.

So much for avoiding him. You looked around and noticed everything was in the same place as last night. Had Yoongi not eaten dinner? You wondered. Humans need to eat. You poured the coffee over ice and sat it on the countertop.

Yoongi walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later, straight over to the glass. He took a few sips. “Thank you.” He sat down at the counter and rested his head on his arms.

“Did you eat dinner last night?” You asked, checking the rice cooker.

“uh-uh... “ he mumbled, still not quite coherent.

You frowned, “That’s no good. I’ll make something in a few minutes after coffee, ok?”

“Mmmm….” was the response you got. Wow, he was really out of it this morning. It wasn’t often that a ghost had more energy than an alive person. You took your cup of coffee out onto the deck, determined to distance yourself. Even though you didn’t want to. You felt very conflicted.

Yoongi slowly came back to the realm of the living with each sip of coffee. He wanted to sleep longer, but the sunshine, magnified by the lake, wasn’t going to let him do that this morning. He guessed another afternoon nap was in his future. He stood up and wandered into the kitchen. Realizing you hadn’t eaten dinner either, he decided he should go ahead and prepare lunch.

You walked back in to refill your cup and found Yoongi cooking. “Hey, I said I was going to make something.” You chided.

He shrugged, “I like to cook. It’s nothing fancy. Kimchi fried rice. You need to eat. You can’t just feel sad sitting around your sister’s house.”

“Well I could if I really felt like it. It is sad.” You responded. “But, I guess you’re right. It’s not the best thing to do. Did you eat dinner?” You asked. He didn’t answer. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You teased. “Get any work done last night?”

“A lot actually,” he responded while moving the food around the pan. “Do you want to go out on the lake today?”

This sudden question caught you off guard. You weren’t sure if you could go out on the lake. “Don’t you need to work?”

He shook his bangs out of his eyes. “I wrote a lot last night. And experiencing things is a type of work for me. It influences my writing. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“No,” you quickly answered. “I want to go. I’m just nervous and I didn’t want to interrupt your work.”

“I suggested it, it’s no trouble. Why are you nervous?” He asked, taking plates down from a cabinet.

Uh because I’m afraid I’ll suddenly disappear if I get too far away from the Lakehouse, is what you wanted to say. Of course you couldn’t. When this had first happened, when you first died, you tried walking out of here. You made it to the end of the gravel path before you felt yourself being pulled back towards the house. A force physically repelled you away from going too far. It hurt. You didn’t know ghosts could experience pain until that happened. But how could you resist going on a boat ride with Yoongi on a nice sunny day? Wait. weren’t you trying to avoid him? You couldn't avoid him if you were in a boat with him.

“Why are you nervous?” he asked again, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Oh. I can’t swim.” You lied. When had you become such a good liar? You asked yourself. Oh well. What’s the worst thing that could happen? You wondered.

“I’m not a very good swimmer either.” He put the rice onto the plates. “I almost drowned in the ocean when I was a child. I assume there’s life jackets in the boat house though.”

“Yeah. There are.” You decided, what the hell? You’re a ghost. How often did you get to do anything fun. “Sure. Let’s do that.”

The two of you ate lunch and headed down to the boat dock, Yoongi putting a hat on to shield his eyes and skin from the sun. “I don’t have a license for the motorboat, so I guess we’ll take the rowboat.” He said as the two of you approached the garage.

“Yeah, my license is expired,” You said truthfully. Expired by about ten years.

He unlocked the garage and fished out two lifejackets for the two of you. To your shock he held one out for you to put one one. You walked over and slipped your arms through. “There,” he commented. “Nice and safe.”

You zipped it up and really hoped that this didn’t turn into a total shitshow. The two of you climbed into the rowboat, ensuring the weight was evenly distributed. Yoongi grabbed the paddles while you untied the rope and pushed away from the dock gently.

“It’s nice out today,” you commented as you felt the breeze blowing through your hair. The sun felt warm on your face and for a minute, you felt like the happiest woman in the world. You forgot about death and pain and loneliness.

“It is. I was worried there would be another afternoon rain storm. Without cell service it’s hard to tell what the weather will be like.” He said as he gently rowed.

“Can we stay closer to the dock? That would make me feel better.”

“Sure.” He let the oars drag against the water, bringing the boat to a gentle stop. The vessel gently bobbed up and down. “Do you ever go fishing?” He asked suddenly.

You shook your head, “No. The hook going through worms and the fishes mouth grosses me out. And I feel bad for the fish. Why? Do you?”

“Yeah, sometimes me and my friend go fishing. We don’t usually catch anything though.” He mused, looking into the water and trying to see if he could spot anything.

“Well I have heard it’s a good lake for fishing. You should bring your friend up here sometime,” you smiled and dipped your fingers into the water.

“Your parents tried to sell the Lakehouse?” He asked.

“Yeah, it was on the market for a while. But with no serious interest they started renting it out so they weren’t losing money on it.”

“I wonder why it didn’t sell. It’s a cute house, and the lake is quiet.” He pouted his lips in thought.

“Well there is that whole “ghost” thing.”

“You said there was no ghost,” you heard him whine.

You laughed, “I haven’t had any problems with a ghost. Other people on the other hand...maybeeee they have.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not.” He pouted.

“Do you believe in ghosts?” you asked.

“I believe that there is no way human beings could possibly know everything about the universe. People once thought the Earth was flat. People one hundred years ago would have no concept of what the internet was. So I don’t know. Maybe. Just because something is unlikely doesn’t mean it isn’t possible.”

“What a diplomatic answer. Do you give interviews often?” You shook your hair behind your back.

He smiled shyly, “I mean actually yes. I do. But that’s not why I said it. I just think there are a lot of unexplainable things in the world. Maybe the house isn’t haunted to you because it’s your family's house.”

You shrugged. What an interesting guy. “Maybe. Why? You want to buy a haunted lakehouse? I’m sure my parents would sell it to you. At a discount even; boats included.”

He laughed and leaned back a little bit. “Maybe. Do you think they’d throw in the piano?”

If you had a heart it would have stopped beating at that exact moment. This was the opposite of avoiding him. This was falling for him even more. Ugh. Stupid stupid ghost. You suddenly felt very sad.

“Hey? Did I say something wrong?” He asked.

“No, no. Sorry. Just thinking.” You put on a fake smile.

“You could still come visit the house if I bought it. You don’t need to be sad about that.” He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. How was this guy so nice?!?!

“That’s very kind of you.” You said quietly. “I’m sure you can get a hold of them through the agency.”

“You can’t ask them?”

“Ehhhh ever since [y/n] died we don’t really talk much. Things got weird. I’m sure it’s hard for them.” It hurt you at how true your words were. You missed your parents so much. They had come by the house a few times after you died, but it was too hard for them to be there after you were gone. No parent should have to bury their child.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure your sister dying is hard on all of you. I think I’ll do that once I’m back in Seoul. Get a hold of them about the house.”

You smiled. “That’s great. If you like it here, I’m happy for you.”

As the two of you talked, the boat had gently moved itself further out into the middle of the lake. You hadn’t even noticed since the two of you had been talking so much. Suddenly though, you felt it. The pulling sensation.

“Yoongi,” you said, the pitch of our voice higher with fear.

“Eh?” He responded lazily, unaware that anything was wrong.

“Can we please go back towards the dock?”

“Just a second, I’m taking some pictures for Jin.” He answered. He had his phone out and was capturing a panoramic of the lake.

Ouch. Ouch.Ouch. “Please. I’m very uncomfortable,” you said, but even as you spoke you could feel your words becoming less and less audible.It felt as though someone had taken a weighted blanket and placed it on top of you.

“Ok. All done.” He turned back to face you. You could tell immediately that something was wrong with the way he suddenly dropped his phone down onto the floorboards of the boat. His mouth came up to his hands. “[Y/N]?” You barely heard.

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(I've decided to send all of our replies in one here for an overview so far! The rest of our rp is going through asks!)

Finding the same nine people you were joking around during the day, carrying weaponry and dealing with drugs in a dimly lit alley way was more than a shock to your system. The first to acknowledge your presence was Hyerin, and holy hell did her expression carry a complete 180' from how she looked that morning. Was this really the same person? "Elise, what are you doing snooping around? The night is a dangerous place."

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"I was about to go home actually", I answered her while holding my grocery bag slightly tighter in my hands at the scene in front of me. "What did you do to those people?", I asked the whole as my body language showed tensed up shoulders, ragged breath, pupils widened and having an even more paled up face than usually. The scene in front of me could be out of a crime scene. Bodies on the ground and only the guys I've called my so called friends standing in the middle of it.

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All she did was look at Hongjoong, who immediately caught onto what she was thinking about and ordered the others to get back in the group car. Joining his right-hand, Hongjoong rolled his eyes, "None of your business, unless you'd rather get scarred."

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"Alright. I've never seen anything", I asked him as I morphed my face completely blank despite my stiff posture before looking behind me briefly and then making my way, passing the car while only shaking my head in dissappointment at Hyerin.

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They had no other business that night, and returned to the car before Seonghwa drove back to the cafe. Sighing as they all walked inside, Yunho needed very little incentive to gather intel on you; you had found them out - in a way - after all.

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"I'm home", I called out and walking inside my house to sort my groceries inside the fridge. I didn't hear anything besides the Amazon Echo greeting me back. Walking inside the living room to turn the lights on, with a beer glass in my hand I then went ahead to recall the memories of what happened a few hours ago. The bodies on the ground, Hyerin and the others being completely different from how I know them and knowing now that they're somehow involved in something criminal, I've decided to stay away from them as good as possible.

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Finding your location, then everything else about you was easy. Yunho scoffed as he made his way through your systems, who actually kept Echoes? Especially when they're such easy targets. Yeosang couldn't have agreed more as he rerouted through the smart devices in your home, the data falling in his lap like candy. Meanwhile, Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Hyerin were in the leader's office discussing what they would do with you. Leave you and possibly risk having you reveal them to the police, or keep you under watch.

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"And... another night alone with no friends to help me finish my food from yesterday", I sighed softly to myself as I looked at the time and walking upstairs to the attic. I opened the door to reveal hundreds rolls of paintings I've been doing in the past. When you walk upstairs, you can smell the plastic mixed in with a white substance called C17H21NO4 or for the Day to Day person between us, Cocaine. I use that particular powder in my paintings, hidden in the pigments and the paper that can be used to smoke it as a cigarette or joint. I've had some encounters indirectly with the dealers from BigHit and Pledis but had managed to keep my name clean up until now. I've started early with selling it in the black market as dupes for certain museums. The actual thieves swapped them out with mine and I can still see one of the not caught paintings in the next Art museum. Nobody has to know that unless they start to actually burn the paintings that most of these are priceless. I always have them in big jars that are labeled as Sugar and Flour, one being more intense than the other but the results are mostly the same.

The thing is, I started at the age of 15. I was stupid and unknowingly sold them online to finance my living expenses for some pocket money after my escape from the organization. Then I found out about it through an unknown source that works for those people and...here I am. Not even Hyerin knows about it, because I always lock the attic and most people wouldn't be assuming that there are illegal drug paintings in there in the first place anyways. She never seemed to be interested in it and asked me questions.

Here I am, making sure that my newest painting gets sold online as the address is always changing in alphabetical order. It can't be the same route as it's another drug dealers territory and he's a scary bulky man that I ALMOST broke his nose when we were talking the first time I've put it in there. I got away with a few bruises anyways, no big deal.

A few days since then passed after the encounter that they're in the mafia and I kept my distance with each member of Hyerins friend group. I went the other way when I heard familiar steps, excuse myself from attending classes and turning in my assignments online, and I ignored Hyerins texts and calls as good as I can. But...the Mafia people are persistent more than the scam callers or mild inconveniences on the street to make you donate to a charity.

I heard my bell ring one night on a Saturday, while I was finishing my painting for the night. I kept the door to my attic open and walking downstairs with my mask on before opening up. Well, it wasn't for sure the neighbors that got my packages or the delivery guy I've been waiting on for 20 minutes. It's them. And I immediately tried to close the door shut.

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A week's worth of research, intelligence gathering and hacking on part of Yunho and Yeosang had paid off. And they weren't in the mood to be patient. In silent agreement, Seonghwa and Mingi kicked the door down together, the group walking in with a beyond intimidating presence. "Gather everything of value, I want to see this place ransacked, understand?" Hongjoong ordered, no room in his tone for debate. Hyerin seemed to have taken an interest in the jars, and began to walk towards you, "Interested in the world of narcotics, are we? How fascinating." Her words weren't scary on their own, but with a handgun in her hand and the more than evident danger she carried with her, Hyerin could induce a nightmarish fear in even the most hardened individuals.

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"Do whatever you want, but if you want to take something... you have to pay for it first", I began saying and being to list all of the prices at each item they're holding, "You". I pointed at Mingi first who's holding my lamp, "I got it from Ikea for 25,99€ plus the light switch. You". I pointed to Hyerin as she's taking an interest in my jars of cocaine, "That includes highly concentrated cocaine and because it's opened it's going to be released in the air around us that will get us addicted. It's also 3000€ worth per kilograms. You." I then pointed at Yunho and Yeosang, "Individual paintings are worth 5000€ each, customized fakes are 10.000€ and up worth. The the ones you're holding are for my customers that pay lots of it and if you want to snatch it it's 40 Million€ worth. You". I pointed at San and Wooyoung carrying out my pigments, "I made these myself and they're mixed with the cocaine. I would say 500.000 in total and You." I pointed at Hongjoong and Seonghwa that is taking a sit on my couch, "390€ and 5.99€ each of the pillows. And lastly, you." I looked over Jongho with a tired sigh, "Please don't raid my fridge...". I sighed softly before doing the math in my head, "That'll be 4.518.421,98€, please. I take checks too". And despite being terrified of every member of the Mafia people, I managed to sit down on the couch to cross my arms over my chest. Until I got a gun against my temple, which made me raise an eyebrow. My forehead started to sweat, my hands got clammy and my throat dried up immensely but I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "What are you going to do with me once you took everything out of my house and killed me? I mean, I didn't tell anyone about your hidden secret,Hyerin. I've lived my life in peace and didn't meddle in on your business. Don't you think that I deserve a different death than a gun against my head?", I began to speak slowly and looking at her direction with a small smile despite her glaring that already killed me, "I want to be killed in a different way, not like that"

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Maybe the three eldest of Ateez had a twisted sense of mercy, or maybe they were interested, but once Hongjoong had processed how much money you could possibly bring in, he was at Herin's side, whispering in her ear. With an amused smirk, Hyerin put the gun back in the holster and chuckled, "Since my friend here is so~ interested in your works, Hongjoong thinks I should let you go." Her laugh was dangerous, as she called for the the others to bring the artworks to the van. Walking to you, Hongjoong crossed his arms, "You'll make us quite a bit of profit, you'll be pretty useful with us. " He remarked, voice twinged with interest. How much could you make them? Well, that was for them to find out. And it would cost you absolute loyalty to the mafia, and Seonghwa was still unsure whether you'd be a good fit.

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"I choose death please", I replied blankly and sighing softly as I immediately shake my head at their direction and pointing at Hyerins gun, "Please shoot me, or roll me over with your car or burn me alive. Anything to satisfy your twisted fake conceptions of sadism."

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A dark, slightly seductive (well, to the others, with you, who knew?) chuckle fell from the other female in the room, as she ran her tongue over her lips. Fuck, that was hot. Sadism? That would her be middle name. "Oh, oh~ I haven't been in the Crimson ward in so long~ maybe I should give our little friend here a personal tour?" She taunted, flicking your chin with the tip of her nails. "I agree with Hongjoong, let's take this one with us."

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"Careful, I bite", I played along with with her and holding her cheek gently to kiss her forehead lightly, "But I would rather go ahead and begin suicide than leaving my house in the middle of the night. I can't leave physically this place, unless you want me to paint ugly paintings that aren't worth lots of money? I wonder what would happen if I just killed myself now?"

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Okay, you were a brave one. Amused, Hyerin pulled you to your feet by you collar and whispered, her breath fanning your neck, "From now on, your life is in my hands, understand that? And don't you worry about the quality, you'll have a much better studio for your art." She saw something in you, and she wanted to harness that. The other members had long since emptied the apartment of your artworks, and they were in the van. They'd definitely sell to the highest bidder, and my God there were crooked curators who'd kill to get hands on your art.

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"Let me say goodbye before I go", I requested to her and gently taking her hands off my collar to take a few steps back. "Would you be kind and wait outside? I won't take long", I added with a small smile that seemed almost too forced but I refused to cry infront of anyone

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"Very well. Make it quick, and don't you dare think about running." Hyerin replied simply, her arms folded at her chest. Reading emotions was no effort, and it was clear you had no intention of streaking your face with tears in their presence. Walking by the door, she gave you one last look before she stepped outside, silently ordering the soldiers in the other cars to surround the building. Trying to flee wouldn't be a good idea, nor would breaking the miniscule amount of trust Hyerin had granted you.

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Walking to my room that I usually put in my clothes in my luggage, I somehow played it off with no suspicion whatsoever for now. Taking out a piece of paper to then start writing a note to people who are going to be searching for me, at least I hoped that someone would care about me in my friend group. I sighed softly as I kept it short and simple to write down a simple note of me being taken away to a remote place for awhile. Wiping my tears away from my eyes as I hide the note in between the broken cracks of the house, I walked out of my room to do a last room tour to then join the group again. "My luggage, here's also my ID... I don't think I need it anymore from now on", I mumbled and avoiding their eyes as good as I can while handing my belongings to them. Walking over to the trunk, I willingly climb in to avoid talking to anyone as good as possible.

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By the time you stepped inside the trunk, the others had all piled in and were more than just a little impatient to get back. Taking the wheel, Seonghwa pressed his foot on the gas and soon you found yourself on the way back to the...cafe? The Twilight Cafe was probably the most innocent looking cafe on the street, and that's where they were returning to?

What?

Parking round the back, the members all filed out, entering the cafe and taking a seat. The three eldest remained, ordering the soldiers to bring your belongings into the main part of the building, and Hongjoong pulled you out of the trunk, a bored stare in his eyes.

"You'll be escorted to the living quarters. Don't cause any trouble; I'm not looking to get my gun out right now."

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"Yes, Sir", I replied in a small whisper, following the people inside while keeping a straight face. I couldn't even hide my stiff posture, how I'm holding my hands behind my back as if I'm a prisoner and the bloodied underlip that I've bit on the whole time. It didn't help my situation at this point on how my stomach started to rumble loudly during the ride and how nauseated I'm feeling due to motion sickness.

I didn't look around the cafe at all, too scared to anger even more people and knowing that I'm not going to get my freedom back at all is the worst thing that could be happening to a human being. I know that I'm fucked at this point. Sometimes I wished to be not able to draw or paint, maybe then I'd be a normal person with a bright future.

'I want this nightmare to end already... please help me', I thought to myself almost desperately and started to pray in my head already. I'm thinking of ending my life at this point, ending the pain and start somewhere new. I think it's out of question right now and the pressure only pumped up my adrenaline rush in my system. My survival instincts are tingling and my heart beats even louder than a hammer against a wall.

The steps stopped ultimately, and I snapped out of my trance. It's a small room, enough to sleep in and change your clothes. Plus an attached bathroom, that didn't have security cameras. I'm slightly thankful for it at least, they give me the privacy to an extent. I didn't think much of what happened afterwards, nodding along the order for tomorrow and I was finally alone. Alone as I can get, at least.

So I quickly walked inside the bathroom to get everything out of my system and let my guard down. I cried in silence, hugging my knees and hiding behind my hands to muffle out my sobs. "I want to...go home", I whispered gently to myself and swallowing thickly, my body started to shake violently due to the pressure. I'm currently having a panic attack and I couldn't control it entirely. For some reason, I managed to pass out on the bed, shaking violently to the core and desperately trying to stay conscious to not cause even more problems.

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Once you had been escorted from the initial cafe space, Hyerin immediately got up, getting her phone to discuss the latest findings with the financial heads at KQ -one of which she was a deputy to. There was much to discuss. And she'd definitely have to work overnight to draft up a reasonable report to KQ.

Among all the staff that walked around the complex, one stood out. Younger than Ateez's youngest, a high rank that almost rivalled Ateez themselves. With a tablet in hand, she walked through the dorms until she arrived at your rooms, a mutter of 'this wasn't used before...' coming from her.

She entered your room, making no announcement that she was entering. Maybe she had received similar training to the mafia members themselves, because her presence was palpable in the air. She tsked when she saw your condition, placing her tablet on the windowsill and walked over to you.

"Come to your senses, you've been brought here and you need to hurry up and accept it. Now what's you name? I have to provide KQ with accurate reports."

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"Elise Liddell, Ma'am. I would appreciate it if I could use this night to eventually finish my mental break down until tomorrow morning", I answered her as quickly as possible, almost making it sound that I've rapped and my still shaking body leaning towards the cold wall. Wiping my tears away from my eyes, I avoided her gaze despite listening to her instructions intensely. "I'm just an ordinary artist, my paintings aren't real to be original.", I continued further, then quieting down as I don't want to spill out more information about myself and why I'm even doing my current profession as follows. 'Over my dead body, I'll be free in no time, even if I have to plot against them somehow', I thought, straightening my posture and eventually looking at the person nearby the windowsill. "What am I supposed to do tomorrow morning? I have to go to college and I don't want to be raising suspicion over my disappearence that soon", I asked her, coughing slightly as the crying made me thirsty, yet knowing that those bastards are going to love it to see me dying of dehydration soon.

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The girl almost laughed. Almost. Scoffing, she tilted her head and gave you an overly sweet smile. But her eyes held something much, much more dangerous. "I'm not going to stop your precious little mental breakdown, go right ahead~."

The very idea that Ateez had someone as young as the girl in front of you working with them definitely seemed off. Shouldn't she at least be in school? Reaching for her tablet, she was quiet for a moment before meeting your eyes.

"Ateez will take care of that. If you require something to drink I will put in a notice for the staff to provide a water dispenser."

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"The absence of me entering college should be because I got either pregnant and have to leave due to my VISA or because I'm going back to Germany to fulfill one of the courses there. Any other reason isn't acceptable at all", I sighed softly and nodding slowly at the water dispenser for my casual use. "Anything else that I need to know?"

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All she did was roll her eyes. It wasn't her problem, neither did she care. Whatever excuse they came up with would have to be the one you accepted. "You're not to enter Hongjoong, Seonghwa or Hyerin's office without letting either them or myself know beforehand." About to continue, her focus is drawn to someone calling her name.

"Minnie, you're needed in Seonghwa's office."

"Okay Kai, I'll be there."

At least you knew her name. Leaving the room and shutting the door behind her, you were left to your own devices, and thoughts, again.

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'If she's going to tell them what excuse they should use in order to get me out of there, they also don't know who I'm close in contact too.', I thought to myself, drinking the water that Kai brought earlier to then walk to the bathroom and using some of the time to clean myself up as good as possible. The room had my luggage inside and instead of hyperventilating the whole time, I looked straight at the camera to flip off with my perfectly long nails to the person who watches me now. The ordering process of my stuff, made me calm down just a little bit, despite the shaky hands and the low blood pressure I'm feeling on my body the whole time. I sighed softly to myself, taking out my Notebook to write down the first informations about today.

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Holy shit I forgot how long our responses were. Also I am practically gonna include eveny group I stan in this plot.

The rest of the complex was active, like a city that never slept. Throughout the night, footsteps rang through the building, staff - and some of Ateez themselves - working the night shift, keeping all operations stable. One location in particular that was lit up like daylight was the camera and intel rooms, where Yunho was asleep on a bed in the back, while Yeosang watched the moniters with his team, rolling his eyes as he checked the camera in your room. Thank God he’d only have to keep that camera installed for another few weeks. Watching new arrivals for their three month probation period was a pain, and more often than not he left the task to some unsuspecting staff. And that’s exactly what he did.

“Hey, Yang Jungwon, watch our new arrival, I need a smoke break.”

“Y-Yes Sir!”

#roleplay prompt #prompt #submission #thisisnoteuropeanstyle #ateez #ot8 #oc #x y/n #mafia au #tw smoking #smoking tw #smoking

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First, hello. A few facts about me: I'm German, currently still living in Germany, going to school, 10th grade and am somewhat interessted in history. As it is in Germany you can't be interessted in history without at least knowing more about World War 2 than the average person, although I believe that Germans tend to see the horror in it, yet still make jokes and laugh about it more than other nations. There also are a lot, and I mean a lot of movies about WW2 or set in WW2. One of these is my number 3 favorite movie, Inglorious Basterds. Now, when I first watched IB, I immediately (as so many of us probably) fell in love with SS-Colonel Hans Landa, whom I'll just be referring to as Hans from now on. I wondered about something everytime I watched him though and that was what exactly made him so terrifying? What makes our blood run cold the moment we hear this abstract, weird version of Für Elise, or at least this abstract song with the Für Elise beginning? What makes us feel as if we're in serious danger everytime Hans is on screen? It couldn't just be the uniform or his obvious Nazi typical mannerisms, no, otherwise we would have been just as scared of Gestapo Major Dieter Hellstrom and I don't know about you, but the more I watch IB, the more I think Dieter is just hilariously failing at trying to be like Hans.

So, what made Hans so different? Well, in my opinion you can already see that in the first scene.

Let's make one thing clear here, I'm a writer, I want to become a psychologist, I can't and won't talk about this in a cinematography kind of way, but rather on a people level. Also, I'm a theatre kid, so I'm gonna use some of the shit I learned in drama class and all in all this is just a lot of rambling and me fanboying over Nazi Daddy Landa, so don't take everything I say too seriously.

The first thing I want to briefly touch upon is the music. The iconic intro of Für Elise, a song that screams German and what is it followed by? Abstract, not at all fitting notes, making you feel uneasy because something isn't right at all. LaPadite and his daughter also show this perfectly. She sees the car driving their way, the music sets in, their erratic, nervous and you as the audience don't know why. You can guess why, a German song in the background, a movie set in WW2? This is going to be Nazis, no doubt, but you're still uneasy because something just doesn't seem right. Not one bit.

And then Hans arrives, open top car, showing that he's not at all scared about what he is doing. He tells his men he doesn't want to be disturbed and walks up to LaPadite, asking if this land belongs to the LaPadites, fully aware that of course it does, but still being polite, asking questions, introducing himself and shaking LaPadites hand. This handshake shows perfectly that from that moment on Hans has full control over the entire situation. Hans is the one initiating the handshake and he holds it. If you look closely you can see LaPadite trying to take his hand away, but Hans doesn't let him. He looks into LaPadites eyes, holding the stare, his hand still firmly gripping LaPadites. Hans politely asks if he could be invited in, a clear order disguised as a polite question and when LaPadite agrees and wants to walk off, Hans lays his hand on LaPadites upper arm, showing that he has a higher status than LaPadite, that he is in control and they both know it.

The next bit that just makes you hold your breath is when Hans meets LaPadites daughters, mesmerized by Charlottes beauty, her having blonde hair and blue eyes, the Arien norm the Nazis were so fascinated with. She is the only one he pays attention to, staring at her even after sitting down, his face devote of emotion, just an emtpy stare that you're unable to read. When another of the daughters was asked to get him a glass of wine, Hans gripped her arm, soft, yet clearly in a threatening way. We know he has power over everyone in that room, but we don't see him clearly abusing this power, we only see small motions like that and that makes us nervous, because we wait for the moment he snaps but it just doesn't happen.

When he tells LaPadite to sit down with him and tells him to send his girls outside, we see that this is Hans' stage. He decides who goes where when and you follow those orders.

Next Hans asks to switch the language to English because his French is exhausted and he would only embarrass himself if he kept on talking, but once you have seen the full scene, you know this was only so that he could have a full conversation with LaPadite without the Dreyfuses underneath the floorboards knowing too much and making a silent escape.

From here on it gets really clear that Hans doesn't accept a simple yes or no as an answer, or any answer that he deems as too vague. He asks LaPadite to „please tell me waht you've heard“ after asking him if he's familiar with who Hans is, reminding LaPadite of the monster that is sitting in front of him. He wants LaPadite to talk, to slip up and reveal himself so that Hans can get the job done with and leave.

Hans smiles when LaPadite tells him that his visit may be pleasant, but LaPadite doesn't know why Hans is there. Hans smiles because he knows LaPadite is lying and we know that Hans knows. That's a terrifying thought. We don't know how he knows, all we know is he does. Hans entire preperation happened off screen, we know exactly nothing about him except for the fact that he knows. That he has power and knows the secrets hanging heavy in the air.

He drags the entire process as long as he can, doing everything neat and tidy, getting LaPadite to talk, asking him questions, still accepting no vague answers. When LaPadite asked if he could smoke his pipe, Hans reacts in a sort of „don't be silly“ demeanor. As if he isn't the one in control of everything, but just a mere guest in LaPadites house out of pure friendliness from LaPadite.

Now, let's get to my favorite part of the scene, the rat speech. This entire speech is just so that we would agree with Hans. Makes us understand his position, maybe even feel sympathy for him. He says he loves his nickname „precisely because I've earned it.“, saying it as if he means „I worked hard for this“, trying to gather sympathy. „I don't consider the comparison an insult“ can be read as the typical „I'm not the bad guy here, I'm not like them, I don't have anything against Jews.“ and I'm pretty sure I am not the only one believes him with that, who believes him that he never had anything against Jews, but merely just followed the regime flooding the entirety of Europe. When he says he doesn't consider the comparison an insult, he puts a hand onto his chest, underlining this „it's not me who's the bad one“ meaning. He makes us agree with him through comparisons like the one between a rat and a squirrel, because it's true. He repeats certain aspects, making it clear that they are important, making us think about it and in the end agreeing. It's terrifying to realize how easy he can make you agree with something so atrocious. It's as if he gets into your head with complete ease.

I always felt as if the phrase „Because I'm aware of what tremendous feats human beings are capable of once they abandon dignity“ felt off. Just, not really fitting, but that's for another time. After smoking his ridiculous pipe, which, let's be honest here, was not intended to intimidate LaPadite further, but was probably just something Hans thought was fucking hilarious (it was) since Hans is someone with a sense of humor. A really dark and disturbed sense of humor, but he loves cracking jokes and this was one of them. Anyway, he emphasizes a lot on the word „dictates“. His job dictates that his men conduct a search. Hans doesn't want to do this but he has to. It's again this weird sense of sympathy we feel for him. When he talks about the irregularities and says that „rest assured there will be“ some, we have the last clue that we needed. Now it's obvious that Hans knows everything. He knows that the Dreyfuses are hiding beneath the floorboards, he knows LaPadite has been lying, he knows everything.

What he is doing now is disguising obvious threats as rewards, telling LaPadite that his family would be save if he told Hans everything Hans wanted to know, reminding him that his daughters were outside with Hans men and that with one word from Hans, they could be shot on the spot and by now not just LaPadite but also the audience know that Hans would indeed give them the order to kill the girls just to get the information he wants.

I believe that from here on it's very obvious why we're so scared of Hans, if you don't remember, go back and watch the scene again. Actually, go watch the entire movie, it's wonderful.

Now, this was just a short retelling of the first 20 minutes, a lot of the things I mentioned were repeated to enhance the feeling and of course I may be reading way too much into this, but honestly? I don't care. It was fun writing this, it was even more fun staring at frame for frame of those first 20 minutes for more than 2 days, talking to myself more than I talked to anyone else the entire past week, but I just love Hans on so many levels. Christoph Waltz acting is amazing, he is an amazing actor that deserves the two Oscars he won and even more and I hope we will see him in a lot more movies before having to part from him.

Please excuse any mistakes since it's fairly late, I'm dying on the inside (well, I'm already dead inside but you know what I mean), English isn't my mothertongue and all in all I'm just ranting as always.

Stay hydrated you wonderful human beings.

#hans landa #inglorious basterds #christoph waltz

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fanficwriter013 · 5 years

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The Tower: Unexpected - 2

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2354

Warnings: Y’all it’s us, if you don’t know what you’re in for. Boy, you gon cry. Angst baby angst, pregnancy, sickness/vomiting.

Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds. While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.

Author’s Note: Written with my wordy bitch co-captain @avengerscompound

Chapter 2: Against the Odds

It took quite a while to suspect I was pregnant. It was after Thor had left for Asgard. I know you’re probably thinking I’m a huge idiot for that. You’ve been following the story. You’ve heard about the kinds of sex I have and with the sheer volume of people I have it with. I’ve also never mentioned a condom once. The thing is I have Implanon in place. The stats for that are good. Yeah, okay, no birth control is 100% effective. But this one is like 1/1000 women every three years. The odds were in my favor.

I also can hear the mom in the back of my head yelling at me about how ‘condoms don’t just protect against pregnancy, Elise’. That is true, and okay I’m not the smartest person. I got carried away sometimes, but they are the Avengers. I figured with the amount Natasha had stalked me, to begin with, they had something in place to make sure nothing was passed on to other people or vice versa. I was right in the end too, so back off, mom. Also, don’t follow my example, it gets you pregnant.

The thing I didn’t mention, was before I even came along Bruce had developed a contraceptive for the men. He didn’t want to risk himself getting anyone pregnant and he thought it would save any problems with women outside trying to make claims against them. I’d had a talk very early on with Sam about babies, and if they had wanted them and what would they do if say Wanda ever got accidentally knocked up. He’d told me that the men were all on this shot they took every month, and babies weren’t really in the books for them. That maybe later Wanda might decide she wanted to. She was very maternal. Right now though, none of the men in the group wanted nor felt they could handle being parents and if that changed for Wanda or if it was something I thought I wanted it might be the thing that took us out of the arrangement we had.

Ugh… fuck my life, seriously.

So I’d come to terms with that. With my upbringing, I was never really sure if my biological call to have kids was me or the conditioning my parents had beat into me that I needed to be a wife and mother. I knew at the time I had that conversation I wasn’t ready to, and maybe that would never change.

Then I started getting sick. It was low-level nausea that dulled as the day progressed but it worsened every day. I felt achy too. Yes, in the breasts. No one questioned it. Double birth control, we were fine. I was coming down with the flu or something. I didn’t notice if I’d skipped periods or not. My birth control made that happen anyway.

As soon as the thought passed through my head I panicked. With Wanda here, I couldn’t risk her hearing that thought until I knew if it meant anything. If she heard it, she’d get excited and then I wouldn’t be able to think about this rationally. So I rushed to the closest CVS and bought some pregnancy tests and took them straight to my apartment and used them.

Every single one of them turned positive.

I didn’t know what to do. I had been told in explicit terms they didn’t want children. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted them. Only looking at the tests I wasn’t having an ‘I’ve got get rid of them’ feeling. I was worried they’d be angry with me. That conditioning I had that I’d get in trouble for disappointing people was pretty heavily ingrained. I was worried that I would make them feel trapped into doing something they didn’t want to do. It was just, I could picture myself holding this baby. I could picture them with a child. Maybe it would have been better if Wanda had heard my thought then she could have told me what to do.

I considered calling up Jax and talking to him. Maybe getting Clarke to just take me to a clinic and getting this over with and the others would never even have to know how close I came to ruining their lives.

Only I couldn’t do that. They had a right to know. To have input on this. I imagined every single worst case scenario that you could imagine. Bruce Hulking out and destroying the place. Getting tossed to the street. Having them accuse me of cheating on them. Demanding DNA tests. Even with all those thoughts, I told FRIDAY to call an emergency family meeting and took the elevator up to the common room with one of the positive tests in a baggie to wait for them all to arrive.

One by one they all trickled in each asking me what was wrong as I sat curled up in one of the recliners. Each wanting to comfort me, but not knowing how when they didn’t know what I was dealing with.

Finally, Wanda came in with Sam and she looked at me and squeaked rushing over and climbing into the chair next to me and nuzzling into my side as she stroked her fingers gently over my stomach.

“Okay, so we’re all here. What’s going on?” Tony asked.

“So... um... I need to tell you something and I really need you to stay calm Bruce. And also... I didn't mean for this to happen. Okay? I ... this wasn't something I planned.” I said looking directly at him. I could feel my pulse racing. Even with Wanda’s comforting touch, all I could think was the next thing out of my mouth was going to destroy all of this.

“El, honey, we've talked about this. You can't start a sentence like that, and expect me to stay calm.” Bruce said, stiffening up.

I shook my head feeling a very strong urge to cry. “I don't know how else to do this, B. It's bad either way. At least you can brace yourself.”

“Rip the band-aid off, El,” Tony said.

I took a deep breath in and dug in my pocket for the test and tossed it on the coffee table. “I’m pregnant.”

Wanda squealed and squeezed me, peppering little kisses on my cheek. The rest of the room froze and stared at me. Some with their jaws dropped open. Steve slowly went and picked up the test and turned it over in his hand.

“But - but - but … I, I, uh, made…” Bruce stuttered. He seemed to be turning green at the edges and I jumped up and rushed over to him, getting on my hands and knees in front of him and taking his hand.

“I know. I know. I was on it too. Look,” I said twisting my arm so he could see the little bar implanted under my skin. “I still am. I don't know what happened.”

“I don't…” Bruce said and shook his head suddenly, he was turning a darker and his muscles started shifting.

“Bruce. Come on, you can't run from this.” I implored, putting my head in his lap and digging my fingers into his thigh. He started breathing heavily and I could feel the way his thigh muscles tensed and grew under me. “Bruce. I swear to god…”

“El, back up,” Wanda said.

I burst into tears and scrambled back from him, tears streaming down my face as Bruce doubled over and changed, growing larger, his clothes tearing and his skin turning green.

“El,” Nat said, “Come here.”

I moved up next to her and she wrapped me in her arms as Hulk took complete control over from Bruce. “I’m sorry.” I sobbed. “I know no one wanted this. I fucked up.”

She pulled me tightly against her and rubbed my back as I cried against her.

“Hulk, baby?” Hulk rumbled moving closer to us.

I looked up at him through tear stained eyes. “Hey, big guy. Yeah. Something like that.”

“Hulk, here.” He said tapping his chest.

“Thank you,” I said patting the back of his hand. It was nice knowing I had someone else here who would support me, even if he wasn’t exactly the one that I wanted. “I don’t know... I don’t know what to do.”

“We get ready,” Wanda said. “For a baby.”

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. “Yeah?” I said and looked around at the others. “Is that what everyone wants?”

Hulk huffed and nodded his head. “Hulk want baby.”

I took a deep breath. “Okay. I guess. I guess I need to give the rest of you time to process. If anyone has strong reasons why you think I shouldn’t go through with this, now is the time. I literally have no idea about the biology factor. I don’t know how far along I am even. Might be timed with a Thor visit. A week either side I think in any case. So I’m not sure how we tell him about that.”

“I could maybe run some tests,” Tony said. “You'd have to take your own blood, and I'm not the biologist.”

“Okay. So we run blood tests to find out who? That’s what we want to do now?” I asked.

“No,” Steve said firmly. “We shouldn’t know whose they are. We’re in this together. That is all our baby.”

“You don’t want to know? But what if it is Thor’s and there’s some special Asgardian prenatal care I need. What if it’s Bruce’s and it hulks out inside me.” I said. I was half joking and then it occurred to me what I’d just said. “Oh god, what if it hulks out inside me? Can a fetus hulk out?”

“I'm not even sure I'd be able to read the results to know who's it belonged to,” Tony said.

“I can. But I - I’m gonna need a Doctor. Like an actual obstetrician. I haven’t made an appointment yet because I just found out, but it can’t just be the way we do things.” I explained. There was a tendency in the tower for the others to rely heavily on Bruce and Sam for their medical care, even though neither were technically medical doctors. If it was really bad they’d call in Helen Cho but they didn’t like to trust other people. I needed to make sure Tony didn’t just try and take over as my doctor instead of actually getting one.

“I'm going to do the research,” Tony said with a nod. “With the potential, we need the best.”

“Okay. But also quickly. There’s vitamins and stuff I’m supposed to take and I have to get this out of my arm. And I don’t know what I’m doing.” I said putting my head in my hands. “I guess we can make it that if you don’t want to know we don’t have to test you but if you do we can. That’s fair right?”

“I can agree to this,” Steve said and Sam nodded with him.

“Okay,” I said and took a shaky breath. “And we’re all... I’m keeping it, right? That’s what’s happening?”

Bucky looked at me with a pained expression. “Do you not want to keep it?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do.” I said breaking down again. “I thought you’d all be angry at me. Bruce is obviously angry at me.”

Hulk shook his head. “Puny Banner scared. Hulk here. Hulk want baby.” He put his hand forward. “Hulk feel?”

“Yes. There’s nothing to really feel yet. But you can.” I said leaning back against Natasha to give him room. He gently placed his hand on me, so it wrapped around my side. “You’ll be able to feel them when they’re bigger.”

“Them?” Natasha asked.

“I - oh no,” I said rubbing my head. The idea of more than one was more I could even deal with right now. “That was just a nongendered them but what if it’s them?”

“Twins.” Wanda squealed. Her excitement was nice but I was starting to feel emotionally exhausted like all I wanted to do was curl up and sleep until the baby was born.

“Let’s not... let’s just wait it’s probably just one right?” I said.

“And you think you're how far?” Steve asked.

“This thing messes up my cycle,” I answered, tapping my arm where my birth control was. “I haven’t had a period for over three months. I started feeling sick a few weeks ago. I started actually throwing up three days ago.”

“Okay, something for a blood sample then,” Steve said.

“Ultrasound too, I suppose. I'm sorry.”

“Honey, no,” Steve said. “We should have been more careful.”

“How more careful could we have been?” I asked.

“But…” Sam said quietly.

“But?” I asked.

“Bruce’s drug. There were tests.” He said.

It felt like Sam had slapped me in the face. Of all the people to suggest I had manipulated this somehow I didn’t expect it to be him. “What do you think I did, Sam? You think I sabotaged it somehow? You think I've been going out and sleeping around on top of the 9 of you and hoping this would happen? I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm apparently the most fertile person on the planet that only one escapee managed to do this.”

“No, honey. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.” Sam said. “I'm just trying to figure this out. Trying to process it. Which I'm sure you're doing the same.”

“Sorry. Shouldn’t have snapped. I know no one wanted this.” I said quietly. I’d started feeling really sick and I didn’t want to be in here anymore.

Wanda looked over at Natasha and something seemed to pass between them. “I wanted this.” She said.

“So do I,” Natasha said. “Now come on. Time for you to have a sleep. They can have some time to process it.” She said and scooped me up, carrying me into the shared bedroom. It was quite a while before I saw many of those men again.

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𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐃 // vice detective, thirty-three, red ridge native.

— unflinching, grudging, brainy, irreverent, plucky, mulish. loosely inspired by dominique dipierro (mr robot), laurie blake (watchmen hbo), eve polastri (killing eve), wendy byrde (ozark), and allie pressman (the society). this vine, too.

howdy, folks! i’m dev. 🤠 this is my dearest brain babie, jordan. normally, this is where i’d get all mushy-gushy on y’all, but the rest of this introduction is already too long as it is, and i’d rather not add insult to injury hehe. just know i’m happy to be here & even more excited to get to know you all + your brain babies, too! 🥳 @redridgeimp

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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: bullet points marked with three asterisks (***) feature mentions of domestic abuse and unfit parenting. reader discretion is advised.

the toussards are old money. her mother’s side of the family have made their fortune off of hay farms scattered across the state of nevada, and her father’s side of the family have mostly been cattle and dairy farmers. together, they decided to venture into real estate, too, by buying up farm land plots and selling them at a higher price, along with residential plots, too.

they’re not showy people, but they definitely make good use of their money. jordan’s childhood home is a plantation-style house on a big ole plot of land situated on the outskirts of town. they had healthy green grass with sprinklers and a full garden. inside, everything was real wood, ivory, and silver. they had a maid and gardeners and the whole nine yards. still, if you hadn’t seen that or recognized their family name, you might have expected them to be any other family belonging to red ridge.

to many, they gave off the image of a picture-perfect, all-american nuclear family. it’s easy to pretend, seeing as they live so far away from all the glitz and none of them -- no matter how they feel -- are willing to shatter that golden reputation, but it isn’t real. elise, her mother, wanted a doll more than she wanted an actual child, and it was society’s pressure on women to give birth that forced her hand, not any sense of innate desire for expanding the family. joseph, her father, was too caught up in his wife’s every wish and whim to really pay attention to jordan in a deep way. he never turned his back on her, but jordan never felt any deep belonging to him either -- if anything, he felt more like a 2d stand in for the father she wished she’d had.

*** that meant there was only one adult left to really pick up her parent’s slack, and that was corinne, her aunt. corinne, who had an awful habit of bringing terrible men home. corinne, who was bipolar and unmedicated, and often in charge of taking care of jordan from the moment she was in diapers to the moment she graduated college. corinne, who was manipulated by her own sister. corinne, who was helpless to protect jordan against her mother’s attacks, and unable to shield her from the rage her boyfriends spat. corinne is like a mother to jordan. she was the hand that rubbed her back when she was sick. she was the open arms that held her when one of jordan’s teenage dates went sour. she was the one to cover for her when she snuck out and the one to teach her everything her mother considered too immoral and dirty. corinne is her mother in the way elise never could be, but still .. jordan can’t help but feel anger towards her.

*** jordan’s known how to use, fire, and clean a gun from the age of eight. she learned how to hunt at the age of ten. she knew and helped her father field dress a handful of animals by the age of twelve. you may think this was just a bit of heavy-handed bonding between a father and daughter, but it wasn’t. elise and joseph used to go away a lot, both for pleasure and business, which left jordan in corinne’s sole care. that wouldn’t be a problem, if it weren’t for the fact that a grand majority of corinne’s relationships were abusive, specifically physically. jordan was a child, but she was a child with a duty -- a duty to protect her caretaker if necessary. at the time, jordan didn’t think much of it. she liked feeling like she had an in with her father, liked feeling important. it was only when she got older that she realized how fucked up everything had been, and how that’s the driving factor behind the feeling of fear she just can’t drop, and the mistrust she has in others. the anger she feels towards corinne is rooted in that. she can’t help but feel like it’s corinne’s fault and she hates that her aunt -- a fully grown adult -- was the center of her childhood, instead of her own self.

skipping forward a bit, jordan went to college right after high school to major in criminal science. her lifelong exposure to such abuse left her with a taste for vengeance. see, jordan wanted to be a police officer to protect her hometown, sure, but she also wanted the badge so that she could finally dish out the punishment that so many of the officers she’d seen were unwilling to. the only way to stop that culture of turning a blind eye was to do it from the inside, and that’s exactly what she did.

jordan’s been a cop for twelve years now. she started her career doing patrol and eventually working with the gangs and narcotics team for five years. after a lot of pestering and brown-nosing, jordan became a g&n detective. she was mostly in charge of surveillance, carrying out raids, and the planning of both. ( she had an opportunity early in her career to go undercover, but jordan’s too obvious for that. ) eventually, jordan switched departments over to the special victims unit, but that stint really only served as a segue into where she is now: the vice and support department. she used to specialize in community outreach, helping bridge the gap between the community and the precinct. she worked with groups focused on helping those affected by drugs and sex workers who have been abused. when one of the detectives assigned to missing persons cases left, jordan was quick to apply for it. needless to say, she got the job and has been doing that since.

she’s got the nose for it -- all the digging and reviewing and passion for the relentless pursuit. she doesn’t particularly like dealing with the families of those affected, but it’s part of the job. on most days, she genuinely enjoys it, but with the rise in crime and the amount of deaths at their feet, jordan can’t help but rethink her choices. she’s competitive by nature; she can’t handle these losing games.

jordan’s a very cutthroat cop -- especially in her g&n days, when it was all heat, all pressure, all the time. she’s got an eye for weakness and isn’t afraid to exploit that on the job. she’s not above making threats -- promises, really -- and has always been the type to gather as much evidence as humanly possible, because she wants prosecutors to see justice through. she’s just really efficient. she wouldn’t be where she was at only thirty-three if she wasn’t. most of the time, you can catch her putting in overtime hours.

that being said... jordan has a big heart. she doesn’t believe in institutions as a whole, but she does believe in people. the law is the law and rules are vital for a functioning society, but .. she may be willing to look the other way sometimes, if you’re close enough. ( i mean, she was married to a valencia member at one point, so. ) she may not agree with what some people do, but she’ll really only go after you if what you’re doing is truly heinous. ( but don’t tell her supervisors! 🥺 and don’t mention the hypocrisy to her face. )

outside of work, though, jordan’s pretty chill. she used to be a loudmouthed firecracker in her youth, but she’s calmed down significantly since then. really, she’s not so bad! maybe it's because she can't handle being alone, but she thrives from being in groups + will strike up a conversation with anyone and everyone. if she likes your shoes, she'll tell you. if you need a ride home then she’ll walk with you because she’s most likely equally as inebriated. kind of the person that you’re hesitant to approach, but when you do she treats you like you’re old friends -- even if you're not. you know that drunk girl in the bathroom that gives you sagely advice or tells you she loves your hair? that’s jordan, except she’s not drunk.

when jordan makes her mind up on something, it’s almost impossible to get her to budge. it doesn’t matter if she’s in the wrong, she’ll trudge on no matter what. her flippancy in the face of danger – a prized act at this point – has landed her in trouble before, and it most certainly will again. she’s unyielding and unapologetic; not willing to change herself for anyone. getting her to talk about her emotions is like pulling teeth, except even that would probably be easier. she’s incredibly honest about some things as a way to hide behind it; it’s a farce that distracts people into thinking she’s being honest with them, when really she’s not -- not entirely, anyway.

loves love, but she’s rotten at it. her anxiety gets in the way, tells her that she’ll mess it up somehow until she finally does, like a self-fulfilling prophecy. ( something-something abt the fact that she can’t comprehend someone loving her if not even her own parents could ). she’s a much better friend, and jordan thinks that’s more important anyhow. genuinely, if you’re her friend then she loves you endlessly and earnestly.

𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓 !

jordan is that friend that gets a little bit too into car karaoke.

she’s also the type to order a screwdriver during an 11a brunch.

it’s a wonder that she doesn’t have tinnitus, considering she always blasts heavy metal music in her car.

makes jokes about getting married and divorced, because if you can’t laugh at your pain then you’re fucked.

if you ever visit her unannounced, you’ll spot her in t-shirts that say “milf in training”, “god looks like me”, and more.

if you’re mean to her she’ll give you a parking ticket.

she plays dirty in fights. used to bite a lot as a child and she still does. all is fair in love and war, babie! enjoy getting that tetanus shot and lovely hospital bill! 💋

pantsuits from monday to friday, and overalls without a bra on the weekend because fuck that shit. also extremely partial to shirts with low plunges. a lil bit of side titty for everyone.

if you’re leaving a drink behind she’ll finish it for you because daddy didn’t raise no quitters.

has a lot of self-worth issues, but she’d sooner die than ever tell anyone about them or even confront them herself.

don’t let the pantsuit fool you! there’s pure muscle underneath that two-piece, babie.

𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄. 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔:

“i am the shape you made me. filth teaches filth.”

"can i be blamed for my efforts? all men are drawn to the sea, perilous though it may be."

"there is a place, deep in the heart of fear, where you trap yourself and claim that is safety."

"still, a great deal of light falls on everything."

"i hold a stalk in my hand. i am the stalk. my roots go down to the depth of the world."

“i always figured when i got older, god would sorta come into my life somehow. and he didn’t. i don’t blame him. if i was him i would have the same opinion of me that he does.”

“nothing washes off.”

“you cannot be stolen, ransacked, looted like an emptied bank account or a burgled house. you are the tough old tissues, the exquisite scars. you are the thing that would not die.”

𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 ! ( open to any gender )

jordan can’t function without a best friend, so.. gimme, please! 🥺🤲

i once read a passage talking about how the friendships you make in your childhood can never be mimicked in your adulthood, and you know what.. #true. where’s jordan’s childhood friends at? do they still keep in touch? did they have a massive fallout as teenagers where jordan told them to get hit by a truck because she was a very dramatic 16 yr old? were they frenemies? do they still have one of jordan’s things because she was terrible at remembering everything after a sleepover? did jordan’s parents help your muse’s family out? idc, just gimme!

exes / almost exes. remember what i said about jordan being a shit when it comes to love? they could’ve been serious at some point whether as adults or in their youth, maybe it was short-lived, maybe jordan never even let it get off the ground. could be on good terms or bad terms or no terms at all.

neighbors!! jordan pulls some odd hours n sometimes plays her music a little too loud and burns her food more often than she should at 33 yrs old. she may or may not be the best neighbor to have is all i’m saying, but she tries!!

friends!! platonic love is the most purest form of love there is and she’s got a lot of it to give!! come and get ya some!

enemies / hateships because sometimes .. it just be like that. whether this has to do with a falling out of some sort, just straight up hate at first sight, or something to do with an encounter on the job, or something else entirely i’m here for it!

one night stands / [old] fwb. i’m gonna be honest with y’all: if jordan likes you, then she can’t sleep with you. now, i’m gonna be honest with y’all again: jordan’s very much a yes-girl. she says and does things just to get a reaction sometimes or see what’ll happen ( something-something "sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them" ). that being said, she’ll sleep with just about anyone. maybe they don’t talk about it ever, maybe they only ever talk when they want something, maybe they regret it, maybe it’s all gucci, and maybe it was good until it wasn’t. idk!

jordan has been shot twice in her career thus far. the first time was during a noise disturbance call and the second time was during a narc raid. if your muse wants in on that we can discuss the deets!

and also literally whatever else your heart desires because i’m both here for the fluffiest deepest connections ever and also the angstiest makes-me-wanna-die type shit. i literally don’t say no to anything so if you have any ideas you think jordan can be a good fit for, i’m all ears!!

#redridgeintro #did i really have to write all of tht? no. but did i do it anyway bc i love jordan with my whole entire heart? yes. yes i unfortunately did.#tldr is that she's just a messy ole scaredy cat with a big marshmallow heart !!!!#domestic violence tw #domestic abuse tw

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Descendants OCs

Name: Anissa Radcliffe

Story: Ties That Bind

Parents: Roger & Anita Radcliffe

Faceclaim: Maia Mitchell

Summary: tbd

Name: Avalon Le Fay

Story: King and Lionheart

Parents: Merlin & Morgana Le Fay

Face claim: Emma Dumont

Love interest: Jay

Summary: Nimue, daughter of Arthur and Gwen, and Avalon Le Fay, daughter or Merlin and Morgana, had always been thick as thieves, and had always been ready to declare war on Auradon. Ever since the formation of the Isle, King Adam and the Fairy Godmother had been insisting that Morgana was still a villain, and therefore belonged on the Isle, and once Avalon was born, she agreed–so long as her daughter could stay in Camelot. When Arthur was killed barely a year later, Merlin and Gwen partnered up to raise their daughters and run a kingdom, until the girls would be old enough to do so themselves. Of course Auradon never trusted the one kingdom that refused to unite, and insisted that the girls be sent to Auradon prep, and so they went–reluctant as could be. Everything was fine, mostly–the other princesses looked down on Nimue’s love of swordfighting, and Avalon was never seen as anything but a villain kid, but they still had each other. They could tolerate it all, biding their time. But at sixteen years of age, everything they’d ever planned gets thrown for a loop when it’s declared that four children from the Isle would be moving to Auradon.

Name: Beatrice

Story: Ever Just As Sure (As The Sun Will Rise)

Parents: The Beast & The Enchantress

Faceclaim: Willa Fitzgerald

Summary: If King Adam had known the price of banishing magic from Auradon, he might have reconsidered. But the former Beast was a stubborn man who refused to heed any warnings, and it had backfired. He hadn’t known that banishing all magic would rip the last remains of the Enchantress’ curse from his veins, hadn’t known that the magic would redirect itself into the Enchantress, and he certainly hadn’t known that it would lead to the immediate birth of his firstborn child. But it had. And while he had no qualms about sending the Enchantress to the Isle, the queen had refused to send her stepdaughter, and so Princess Beatrice had been raised in Auradon alongside her younger brother. She knew the truth about her birth, and she knew that her father hated her with every fibre of his being, but she didn’t care. What she did care about was Ben’s decision to bring children from the Isle to Auradon - children that could have been her, had Belle not stepped in - and proving to her father, once and for all, that her generation is something more than just the children of heroes and villains, that they can be their own people and make their own choices. And maybe the children of the four baddest villains are the perfect people to help her with that plan.

Name: Blair

Story: A Change Of Fate

Parents: Merida

Faceclaim: Adelaide Kane

Summary: tbd

Name: Blossom

Story: Faith, Trust (And A Little Pixie Dust)

Parents: N/A

Faceclaim: Sophie Turner

Love Interest: Ben

Summary: When a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born. When Prince Benjamin Florian laughed for the first time, Blossom was born. From that day forth, the prince and his “fairy godsister” were inseparable. The citizens of Auradon always joked that their rulers had given them both a prince and a princess when Ben was born, and Blossom was beloved by the kingdom. But when her prince brings four villain children to Auradon, Blossom is afraid - afraid for her kingdom, afraid for her safety, and afraid for her prince. She is Ben’s fairy, she has to protect him at all costs; she has to do whatever it takes to make sure that Ben’s first action as king is a success, even if it means saving the VKs from themselves.

Name: Callisto

Story: Where I’m Meant To Be

Parents: Hercules & Megaera

Face claim: Mackenzie Foy

Summary: tbd

Name: Charity

Story: A Twist In Truth

Parents: redacted

Faceclaim: Sabrina Carpenter

Summary: tbd

Name: Charlene Charming

Story: Picture Perfect

Parents: Prince Charming & Cinderella

Faceclaim: Halston Sage

Summary: tbd

Name: Cheryl

Story: Daughter Of The Devil

Parents: Chernabog

Faceclaim: Margaret Qualley

Summary: tbd

Name: Chiara Potts

Story: Certain As The Sun (Rising In The East)

Parents: Chip Potts & Redacted

Faceclaim: Danielle Rose Russell

Love Interest: Ben & Evie

Summary: Chiara Potts is as far from a princess as you can get - well, unless you ask Cinderella. She’s the daughter of a servant, and the granddaughter of a servant. And she herself is a servant. Granted, they don’t call her that, but Chiara is only the latest in the long line of Potts’ to serve the royal family. Still, despite being his chief of staff and majordomo, Ben is her best friend. And yes, maybe her job is the reason that they’re inseparable, but they still are. So of course, Chiara is the first person to know about his plans to bring Villain Kids to Auradon. She’s also the first person to defend his idea, and the person that he asks to help them settle in. But when Chiara overhears their plans, she has to decide - will she try to change their minds and prove Ben right to all of Auradon, or will she have to go against him - and what will that cost her?

Name: Chryseis

Story: We Could Be Immortals (Just Not For Long)

Parents: Poseison

Faceclaim: Holland Roden

Summary: Poseidon isn’t a hero. He’s a god, yes, but not a hero. His granddaughter Ariel is a hero, his nephew Hercules is a hero, but Poseidon is not a hero. So no one is really sure why his youngest daughter has just started at Auradon Prep, only days after Ben announced the impending arrival of four villain kids. But Chryseis knows. Mal, daughter of Maleficent, is also the daughter of Hades, and the Olympians are afraid. And Chryseis, only sixteen and still learning to be a goddess, is the only person who can find out her intentions, the only person who can stop her from potentially destroying Olympus.

Name: Dakota Smalls

Story: Though She Be But Little (She Is Fierce)

Parents: Doc

Faceclaim: Malina Weissman

Summary: Despite Doug’s warnings, despite knowing that the children of the dwarves weren’t supposed to go to Auradon Prep, Dakota had still held out hope that she would be welcomed with open arms on her first day of high school. But despite wishing on a hundred stars, Dakota’s first day was completely underwhelming. The only person who cared at all about her arrival was Doug, who was like a brother to her. Everyone else made it very clear that they didn’t want her to be there, that her dad wasn’t a hero or a prince and that she didn’t belong. But she had Doug, so everything would be okay. Until her second week of school, when Doug is put in charge of showing the new villain kids around. Now Dakota has a choice to make. Will she learn to be okay with the VKs so that she can stay with the only friend she has, or will she brave her cruel new school alone? And really, that’s no choice at all.

Name: Elise Charming

Story: Enchanted

Parents: Prince Charming & Cinderella

Face claim: Lili Reinhart

Love interest: Evie

Summary: tbd

Name: Faith

Story: Hands Of Fate

Parents: The Fates

Face claim: Paris Berelc

Summary: tbd

Name: Finley Rider

Story: Stolen Hearts

Parents: Rapunzel and Flynn Rider

Face claim: Virginia Gardner

Love interest: Jay

Summary: tbd

Name: Francie Facilier

Story: Shadow Tales

Parents: Dr Facilier

Face claim: Amandla Stenberg

Love interest: Mal

Summary: Why is it that people on the Isle only ever talk about Freddie Facilier? Well according to Freddie, it’s because she’s the superior twin; according to Francie Facillier, it’s because she choses to fade into the shadows from which she came. Francie knows everything about everyone, knows every corner of the Isle, even knows how to get off of it. But even though she’s supposed to be evil, she’s not quite evil enough to force anyone else to listen to the villains lament on their glory days, on when they were the most feared in all the land. Whatever, big deal, who cares? Maybe the Beast-King should have left them all dead. But he didn’t, no way of changing it now, so maybe it’s time for Francie to put all of her knowledge to work and crown herself Queen of the Isle.

Name: Gloria

Story: Mother Knows Best

Parents: Mother Gothel

Face claim: Camila Mendes

Summary: tbd

Name: Hannah Westergaard

Story: Wish I Were Here

Parents: Hans Westergaard & redacted

Face claim: Kat McNamara

Summary: tbd

Name: Harley Hook

Story: Lost Girl

Parents: Captain Hook

Face claim: India Eisley

Love interest: Jay

Summary: Harley Hook was a pirate, through and through. Always at her brother’s side, always with Uma and the crew, always near her beloved Gil, Harley Hook was a pirate. And as a pirate, she absolutely hated Mal’s gang. They thought that they were so much better than anyone, just because of Mal’s mom - big whoop, it’s not like Maleficent could even use magic on the Isle. So yeah, Harley hated the VKs, her loyalty was to the crew, and she was never seen away from Harry or Gil. And then the princeling decides to bring children of some of the worst villains to Auradon: Mal, Evie, Jay, Carlos. And Harley. Harley couldn’t be more furious at being taken away from her crew, or at being sent to Auradon, or at being forced to work with the VKs to get Fairy Godmother’s wand. But she knows that if she wants to get back to the Isle, back to her family, she needs that barrier down as much as they do. She’s just not sure that they can cooperate long enough for that.

Name: Harmony Of Atlantis

Story: Carved Out Of The Sea

Parents: Ariel & Prince Eric

Face claim: Kaya Scodelario

Love interest: Harry Hook

Summary: Princess Harmony was a youngest child’s youngest child, she knew that she would never be anything special. Her mom was Ariel, and her sister Melody had united their parents’ kingdoms. Harmony was nothing in comparison. So Harmony went on her own adventures, swimming as far as she could and discovering the wonders of the world outside of Atlantis. She’d heard of the Isle of the Lost of course, everyone had, but she never planned on finding it. She never planned on swimming through the barrier, or on finding out that she would no longer be able to turn into a mermaid when she did, or on never being able to swim back across. And so, Harmony grew up on the Isle along with the children of the villains. She befriended pirates and princesses and everything in between, and she almost forgot about life in Atlantis. And then the future king summons four of the children of the Isle to Auradon, and Harmony knows that she has to seize her only chance at returning to her home, even if it means leaving behind her partner - in crime and in love - Harry Hook.

Name: Hayden

Story: Dying Is An Art

Parents: Hades & Maleficent

Face claim: Jenny Boyd

Summary: Hayden was raised by Hades, knowing full well who her mother - and sister - was. But Mal doesn’t know about her. So for most of her life, Hayden hid. She hid away in her dad’s cave and had very few friends. And then Prince Ben summons five Villain Kids to Auradon - the son of Jafar, the son of Cruella De Vil, the daughter of the Evil Queen, the daughter of Maleficent, and the daughter of Hades. But only Hayden knows the truth. And now she has to keep her secret, and try to stop her sister and her friends from stealing the wand, but she might have to choose between her two missions.

Name: Helena

Story: Long Live the Queen

Parents: Hades

Face claim: Kimmy Schram

Love interest: Queenie

Summary: Living on the Isle wasn’t easy, but there was something particularly difficult about it for a goddess. Her dad couldn’t be kept on the Isle–they’d tried, no one died anymore, he was allowed to return to the Underworld. But when Helena was born, she was cast away to join the rest of the Villains and their children, forced to fend for herself. Being a goddess had its advantages too, she was able to survive and rise up with no problem. Soon she was the right hand to the newest queen, and hell would freeze before she let anyone take that away from them.

Name: Princess Isabelle

Story: Tale As Old As Time

Parents: Belle & The Beast

Face claim: Danielle Campbell

Love interest: Audrey

Summary: By all rights, Princess Isabelle should be next in line for the throne of Auradon. She was the firstborn child of the king, after all, and much more politically minded than her twin brother. But her father, beast that he was, had no intention of ever letting her take her rightful place as queen. But Belle is her mother’s daughter, and has no intentions of giving up, she just needs a new plan. And then Ben decides to bring children of the Isle to Auradon, and Isabelle finds herself in the perfect position to get exactly what she’s always wanted. If only she can go through with it.

Name: Isadora Darling

Story: Second Star To The Left

Parents: Jane Darling

Face claim: Olivia Holt

Summary: tbd

Name: Lani

Story: One Foot In The Sea (And One On The Shore)

Parents: Melody

Face claim: Madelaine Petsch

Love interest: Harry Hook

Summary: tbd

Name: Layla

Story: Ties That Bind

Parents: Jasmine & Aladdin

Face claim: Naomi Scott

Summary: tbd

Name: Lyssa

Story: One Last Hope

Parents: Hercules & Megaera

Face claim: Vanessa Morgan

Summary: tbd

Name: Maria Claudine Frollo

Story: Long Live the Queen

Parents: Claure Frollo

Face claim: Hazelle (bellamiie)

Summary: Maria Frollo hated her father. It wasn’t an uncommon sentiment on the Isle, but it was still true. She hated him. More than she’d ever hated anyone. Lucky for her, she met Queenie and Helena in the marketplace one day and found herself being taken under their wings. She knows that she isn’t tough, not like they all, but if there’s one thing she learned from her father, it was how to rain hellfire down on her enemies.

Name: Myra Frollo

Story: Hellfire

Parents: Claude Frollo

Face claim: Kat McNamara

Summary: tbd

Name: Noelle

Story: Only Love, Only Hate

Parents: Elsa

Face claim: Kiernan Shipka

Love Interest: Ben

Summary: tbd

Name: Queenie

Story: Long Live the Queen

Parents: The Queen Of Hearts

Face claim: Darya Lebedeva

Love interest: Helena

Summary: First there was Mal, then there was Uma. Mal defected, turned good; Uma had a martyr complex without the brains to do, well, anything. Now they’re gone, and there’s a new queen in town. Queenie, along with her right hand man Helena, and their loyal supporter Maria, is running the show now. And if anyone crosses her, she knows what to do. Off with their heads.

Name: Rosabelle Legume

Story: The Rose Has Her Thorns

Parents: Gaston Legume

Face claim: Zoey Deutch

Love Interest: Ben and/or Harry Hook

Summary: There were many reasons that Rosabelle Legume didn’t want to go to Auradon: the Beast might have her executed, she didn’t want to leave her big brother, her crew needed her, and she wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Harry or to whatever relationship they had. But there was one very good reason for her to leave: it would get her away from Gaston. So Ro packs her bags and goes to Auradon with Mal and her gang - fine, whatever, she’d help them take down the barrier and everything would be fine. But she wasn’t expecting to need to get close to Prince Ben to do it, and now Rosabelle has an even bigger choice to make. Ben or Harry, Auradon or the Isle, good or evil?

Name: Sonya White

Story: Ties That Bind

Parents: Snow White & Prince Florian

Face claim: Grace Phipps

Summary: tbd

Name: Taryn Porter

Story: Wild Girl

Parents: Tarzan & Jane Porter

Face claim: Kaylee Bryant

Love Interest: Jay

Summary: Let’s make one thing clear, no one wanted Taryn Porter at Auradon Prep. Well, no one except for Ben, and no one was willing to go against the prince over bringing a civilian to their school. Her dad grew up in a jungle, raised by apes and her mom was a scientist. Taryn absolutely, most definitely, did not belong at Auradon Prep alongside children of princes and princesses. Maybe that’s why, when Ben decides to bring four villain kids to the school, Taryn is the only person who’s genuinely excited about more outcasts joining the student body.

Name: Titania

Story: Two Roads Diverged

Parents: Fairy Godmother

Face claim: Emily Rudd

Summary: tbd

Name: Trina Tremaine

Story: I’m Still Here

Parents: Lady Tremaine

Face claim: Lana Condor

Summary: tbd

Name: Violet Kingsleigh

Story: Up The Rabbit Hole

Parents: Alice & The Hatter

Face claim: Meg Donnelly

Summary: Violet Kingsleigh loved growing up in Wonderland, she really did. She loved spending mornings in her aunt’s - the queen’s - gardens; she loved fighting lessons with her parents and reading with Absolem; she loved playing with the Tweedles and hide and seek with Chess; and, of course, she adored her dad’s infamous tea parties. Yes, Violet loved everything about Wonderland. Especially that it wasn’t in Auradon. It was perfect. And then the queen is cursed, and all of Wonderland knows that Auradon is to blame. But they can’t declare war without proof, so suddenly their young princess is being sent to Auradon prep to investigate. Violet knows her mission. Violet is absolutely and entirely focused. Violet is most definitely not prepared for the boy-king to have invited a group of teenagers from the Isle Of The Lost to start school on the same day as her.

Name: Winnie Pan

Story: Where Dreams Are Born

Parents: Wendy Darling & Peter Pan

Face claim: Haley Lu Richardson

Summary: When magic was shut off from Auradon, Neverland was shut away, no one could come or go. Unfortunately for Peter Pan, he was on the wrong side of that barrier. Stuck in Auradon with a fully grown Wendy Darling, he had no choice but to grow up, and in fact the vanishing of the magic that had kept him young didn’t just make him age as normal, it pushed him into immediate adulthood. And with adulthood came children. A daughter, Winnie Pan. Winnie was raised on Peter and Wendy’s stories about Neverland and she had long since fallen in love with it. But it was inaccessible, she’d been told, she could never see it. And as much as she hated it, she understood. Until Prince Ben lets four villain children through their barrier into Auradon. And Winnie has a realization: if one barrier can be taken down, so can the other. And Winnie Pan will follow the second star to the right to the home she should have had, or she’ll die trying.

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