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bokettochild · 3 years

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Legendary Cousins

So... I promised @peachy-scars that I would write them this a while back when they posted this, and after consulting y’all (I think it was @attllhak and several anons who helped the most) I finally had enough to just go ham and write this beautiful piece of garbage.

Hope you like it, Peaches!

They had landed in a new Hyrule, and Legend’s instant reaction was to blink and stare about with a conflicted expression on his face while the others had stared in confusion at their surroundings.

“Why’s this look so weird?” Wind demanded eloquently as he pulled himself out from beneath a giggling Hyrule, who always laughed nervously when they landed in a new Hyrule and seemed particularly giddy today.

“Wind, manners.” Time chided softly, pulling himself back up and working with Wild to pull his protégé back up, Twilight looking around dizzily as he leaned on his mentor for balance. “You don’t know whose home this might be.”

“I do.” Legend hissed softly, hooded eyes staring towards a nearby path while a slight smile touched his lips. “New Hero everyone.”

Glances were exchanged before shooting to the vet in confusion. “How...”

“You knew there were more heroes?” Warriors sputtered, staring at the vet in surprise while the hero in question pulled himself to his feet and shook out his limbs, knuckles crackling painfully and making the others wince.

“Time travel mixed with world hopping and the occasional visit to other countries.” Legend answered in a low voice, stretching towards the sky and standing on the tips of his toes (eyes turned away as the vet’s already short tunic rode higher). “I’ve met plenty of other heroes. Five- maybe six? Not sure.” He shrugged, arms falling back to his sides as he moved further into the forest. “Come along, if we want to check up on things we’d best get headed to the castle. Monsters out here are brutal, even if they are bloody crazy.”

Glances were exchanged again, Wind’s wide eyes growing wider as he mouthed the words ‘six other heroes’ to his brothers.

“Who met Legend before all this went down?” The captain hissed, pulling Four up onto his back. “Because it sure as heck wasn’t me.”

No one answered, and they didn’t have much of a chance to as the Vet’s voice broke through the forest, a harsh hiss for them to hurry. “You stay there all day the ‘blins’ll eat you!”

Eight heroes pulled themselves along, following after as Legend trailed silently through the forest.

Each stumble or loud noise earned a glare from the vet, and if it didn’t come from them, it made him freeze, steps stopping immediately as his ears would prick towards the sound. More than once, Twilight or Sky had to muffle a laugh in their respective wraps as the image of a bunny starting to alert entered their minds.

Maybe it’s the laughter. Maybe it’s just their dang Hero of Courage luck, or maybe it’s just because Hylia thinks it funny, but even with all Legend’s glaring and stopping and sneaking, they are attacked just as they reach the edge of the forest.

The monsters are... horrifying. Nothing most of them have ever even seen, and the only thing they can do as they fight is to take the vet’s advice. “Aim for the eyes! And if you can’t reach them, the ankles!” The vet shouts as he kicks into a spin attack. The other heroes follow suit, ripping into the beasts as Wild pulls back from the group, setting off volleys of arrows as best he can do by himself, and successfully blinding a few of the monsters.

They’re thick into the song of battle when an unknown voice rings out. “Good golly! Hang on there, sirs!”

It’s hard to see past the swarms of monsters (seriously, they’ve never been this thick!) but blonde hair and a swinging sword assure them that whomever it is, is likely the hero Legend had told them about. Enemies fall as bombs explode and various weapons pierce through hearts and heads.

Once the dust has cleared, they take careful stock of their injuries and weapons (Wild’s shattered another sword and Four is sighing wearily) before turning their attention to their unexpected help.

Legend and the other hero stand over a dead bokoblin, shaking hands in a friendly manner while the one chatters to the other, the vet smiling thinly but genuinely as he listens.

“Vet, who’s this?”

“Ah! You have friends!” A bright smile is turned their way as the swordsman releases Legend’s hand. “Greetings! I’m Link.”

“The Hero of Koridai.” Legend adds on, rolling his eyes.

“Aw, come on, Other-Link!” The newcomer grins, jabbing Legend playfully in the side and effectively stealing his breath. “I’m just Link is all.”

“That’s all of their names too.” Legend wheezes, glaring up at the other.

The chain of heroes takes in the newcomer, who, much to the captain’s dismay, seems to share Legend’s opinion of pants, as well as a preference for pegasus boots. Bright brown eyes stare back at them, a dopey grin on the hero’s face, but beneath the welcoming grin there's a glint of something sharp and dangerous that has Warriors shuffling back warily.

“What adventure is this? Finish meeting up with your lovely cousins?”

The vet huffs a breath, clearing his throat as he straightens up again. “Thereabouts, this’ll be adventure seven.”

“Ooh, seven. Ouch.” Bright brown turn towards the vet with a sympathetic wince. “Sorry about that.”

“You had your own quests.” Legend dismisses, as if his words don’t confuse the others. “How’s Zelly by the way? We haven’t heard from her.”

Link, for lack of a better current name, smiles cheerily. “Half a minute yet there.” Turning to the others he offers yet another impossibly wide smile, it’s very nearly uncomfortable to look at, and Legend is the only one who seems unaffected by doing so (he has seen far, far worse from this world). “We should skedaddle over to the castle.” A halting motion is made towards the castle just in front of them as the newest hero laughs nervously. “As long as you’re there, you won’t be attacked.”

And for lack of anything else to do, they agree, following after as Legend and the new Link chat in the front, Legend with an amount of patience that has never in their memory presented itself and the new Link with an almost irritating amount of pep and cheer. “Zelly’s doing great, and we’re hoping to visit all of you soon too! Or, we were, but the monsters started getting real bad an’ Zel figured we’d better stay behind to make sure they didn’t cause too much trouble.”

“How bad?” The vet’s brows quirk with concern and Warriors nearly stumbles at the gentle expression on Legend’s face.

“Just a bit stronger.” The new Link shrugs, but smiles brightly up at Legend. “It’s not as bad as last time though, so don’t worry your pink head about it.”

And Legend... Legend actually laughs, reaching up to tug the cap of the other Link as they cross into the shadow of Hyrule Castle’s walls.

“What the-” Warriors is cut off with a blaring ‘Beep!’ from Wind, who looks up at him cheekily when the captain looks down at him.

“Censoring.” Wind chirrups.

”Soooo...” Twilight drawls, a smile pulling at his features as he looks between the duo, the heroes all relaxing as they enter the castle gates. “How do you two know each other?”

“We’re cousins!” Link chirrups happily, shooting another smile over his shoulder that’s just a bit too wide and a bit too sharp.”

“Third Cousins or...” Legend waves his hand vaguely. “Somethin’. Their father is my second cousin or some sort of thing, it’s unclear honestly, all we know is that Zelda is my cousin somewhere down the line and with those two dating-” The other Link flushes at the statement, face as dopey as Sky’s gets. “He’s bound to be thrown in there somewhere too.”

“Wait!” Four looks from one of the cousins to the other (there is a bit of resemblance, uncannily enough, even though Link smiles far more than Legend). “Whose time is this?”

The two share a look, nodding firmly before turning to the others and speaking together. “Both.”

“Two heroes? In one time?” Time cocks a brow.

Legend throws his hands up. “You can talk to Hylia about that!”

“Oh!” Link’s grin widens further as he bounces in place. “And how is Aunt Hylia? Golly, I haven’t seen her in ages!”

“Aunt Hylia...” Sky blinks slowly.

The vet huffs. “Fine. She’s letting Fable back into the fighting ring this weekend, figured since the Master didn’t mess things up that it’d be okay to let Hylians head back out there. Hide the evidence if they send me an invite, yeah?”

“Will do!” Comes the chipper reply, but the other heroes aren’t done.

“Wait, wait, wait, how many heroes are there in this time?” Warriors looks from one to the other with panic building in his gaze.

Link frowns in what seems an over-the-top expression of thought. “Do the colors count?”

Four chokes.

Legend flushes. “They count.” His voice is strained and nearly wheezing as swirling hazel stares a hole in his head.

“And then there’s the Hytopian wannabe, who might very well actually be one.” Link continues. “And the two of us. Does Great-Grandfather Raven count?”

“Not in this time, he just traveled here briefly when Nayru became corrupted.” Legend drawls with a head tilt, as if talking about meeting your ancestors and de-corrupting a goddess was normal for this world, and with the way Link just nods along, they are all beginning to worry that that is the norm here.

“Right, so five heroes.” Link nods slowly. “And then we have great-gramps Raven, and whoever- wait.” The new Link’s eyes fly wide open as he motions to Time. “Isn’t that Great-Gramps?”

Legend and Time both splutter as the vet hurries to correct the other hero. “No! He’s...” Legend looks from the startled Time to his cousin. “That’s the Hero of Time.” He whispers gravely, and Link’s eyes blow even wider as he looks to Time, who winces. They’ve all heard of what happened to the Hero of Time in this world.

“Oh!” Link breathes, before another smile stretches over his face. “Great-Great-Gramma Lon’s husband!”

Legend just facepalms while Time stands with his mouth flapping and fingers twitching, the old man now trying to calculate exactly how many children are now officially his while Warriors proceeded to have all the color drain out of his face.

“How are there two heroes of Courage here!!!!” The Captain hisses, and Link and Legend both look at each other. “And for the love of Hylia! Stop looking at each other all the time, what, can you read minds?!?!”

And both stare at the captain with the deadest of dead expressions, which actually makes Link all the more unnerving and Legend all the more intimidating. “Yes.”

It takes a while, but once they meet Zelda, she takes the time to explain.

“Our fathers are cousins.” She says, smiling at the heroes as they all sit and have lunch in the courtyard, motioning to Legend as she speaks. The vet is currently pulling his hat back off of his face after having it tugged down in vengeance for earlier. “Once both had married into the royal family, there was contention in the kingdom so Auntie Hylia sent Mapa and Papa out here to take care of this part of the kingdom while she handled things in central Hyrule.

“Most folks call Papa a king because they forget that it’s one country, but what with the high borders and all, it may as well be its own country.” She shrugs as she pops another piece of food in her mouth. “And there aren’t two Courage Wielders, technically. I mean, there are, but Link isn’t one of them.” She smiles in a sly sort of way, too wide, too knowing, too creepy for many of the heroes to be comfortable. “He just happens to care a lot and does what he can.”

“Oh yeah,” Hyrule nods knowingly, chewing slowly on his own meal. “My brother is like that too.”

The others, even Legend and Link, turn to Hyrule in shock. “Your what???”

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7soulstars · 3 years

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*kneeling dramatically in front of your throne* greetings my queen Hri! i hope you're doing well and taking good care of yourself 💕 i just read your johnny depp hcs and it's perfect .. i have sufferd from eating disorders for years and i know you got everything right, angel.. thank you so much for being so kind and supportive to all of us😻✨

as you know i've been thristing over legolas lately 🙊 so i thought of requesting something cute with him, if you don't mind writing it ofcourse, maybe he and y/n got lost in the woods and y/n is freaking out cause it's like her biggest fear actually happening but legolas so chill and is secretly happy cause it means he gets to spend more time with her, you can take it from here or develop it however you like 💕✨ thank you again love 😻

You sopil me soo much! Ugh I love it ! I’m glad you liked the hc I was really scared that I may have hurt someone or may have triggered them ! I hope your all better now and I know how much strength it takes to take a disorder down,,,,, Also I live for this Legolas fic req because we all know how much of a cheeky little shit he is! So lets go!!

Taur-o Thilivern Lie

Characters: Legolas x Reader

Warnings: Arachnophobia?, mention of blood,Sugar Rush Inducing Fluff that makes our local elf dad want to puke

Summary: Legolas and Y/N get lost in the woods one is praying for time to go faster, the other to go slow....

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Taur-o Thilivern Lie ; Elvish for The Woods of White Lies

“Legolas.....”

“Y/N.....”

“We are lost aren’t we ?”

“.........Yes........”

The duo stood there in silence,only the cawing of a raven echoing in the background as the elven prince watched the woman turn stiff as a board. Not even a second later Y/N started walking in circles before stopping infront of the prince and looked him straight in the eye. “D-Don’t worry Legolas I’ll get us out of here”, she said puffing her chest as the her voice betrayed her actions.

Legolas did not say much he just nodded and walked behind Y/N who was stopping every two minutes of their walk. Well at least not until they reached a very dark and damp part of the forest.

“Oh must be where the huge spider lives”,Legolas unconciously let the words slip his mouth.

“SPIDERS !?”

“Yes-”, his words were cut off as Y/N bolted across the trees screaming with no heed to the direction she was going in.

“Y/N !”, Legolas yelled as he ran behind her a layer of raw worry painting across himself “Y/N stop you are going to hurt yourself !”, he yelled as that’s exactly what happened.

The ground beneath Y/N’s feet sloped and she toppled rolling down a small heap. The ellon ran towards her as he reached out for her arm but ended up getting pulled into a hug.

Y/N’s face was buried into his chest as he froze. Her shoulders were shaking and his tunic felt wetter by every second. If this was a different scenario then Legolas would have died blushing but currently he was too concerned.

“Y/N ? Y/N are you crying? Valar did I do something ! I’m-”

“You idiot !”, she cried bringing herself to face him. Her face covered with tears and snot which everyone else would have taught was disgusting but not to Legolas. "I thought we're going to die! I like you so much I don' wanna die so soon! I'm scared of spiders", she wailed incoherenty, bringing her head back into his chest unaware of the words that left her mouth in the panic.

Legolas wouldn't lie, he was enjoying the feeling of the girl in buried into his chest way and her words too much, as he wrapped his arms around her as he lightly scolding her, " That is why you must stick close to me Y/N! This forest is full of dangers and you are not well aware of that yet ! "

It was true. Y/N had never been to the forest. It had been new to her and now she is clinging into the the tunic of the Prince of Elves. "I'm sorry..... ", she whined, her voice muffling into his chest. Her head still buried into his chest, the prince decided to say, " Oh Valar! A spider! " to which the girl let out a ear piercing screech as she tried running out of his arms, her eyes still closed. "LEGOLAS!!"

He let out a loud laugh as he grabbed her waist and kept her in position, from running away. Her back was now rested on his chest, her head under his chin as he coaxed her to open her eyes. "Hey shh shhh, I was joking okay, open your eyes! Look! ...", and she did did as he said.

There lay a beautiful clearing in front of them, blue and orange flowers littered everywhere as the now setting sun shone upon them giving them a beautiful hue. Y/N's tears had dried replaced by the smile on her face as she sighed happily at the scene playing in front of her. "It's so beautiful..... ". Legolas looked at her, he had forgotten about the flowers "Cin are limb more" (You are much more)he mumbled. His words not reaching her ears.

Neither of them knew how much time passed by as the two sat on the grassy patch unaware of their seating position until Y/N snapped out of the trance standing up abruptly, her face flustered. "W-we should try finding our way back! It's getting darker." Legolas didn't notice his face twist. He looked like a kicked puppy whose owner wouldn't give him pats well , at least until there was a rustle from the bushes nearby. He got up in one swift motion pulling Y/N behind him and his bow and arrow in his hand, waiting for whatever was in the bushes to come out.

Rustle!

"Prince Legolas and Lady Y/N?"

"Haldir!?", the two looked at the march warden in disbelief.

"Haldir!" Y/N ran towards him and held his hand. "Thank god you're here we got lost!"

"Lost ?", the marchwarden questioned his eyebrow lifting as he glanced at the prince behind the lady who had patted his index finger on his own lip.

The horses galloped back to the palace Legolas sported an idiotic smile on his face and a very tired and asleep Y/N leaned on his chest as they rode along with Haldir.

"Since when does the prince who spent almost every day of his childhood in those woods get lost? ", Haldir asked playfully.

"Hollen or-" (shut up) mumbled the other. Still unable to wipe the grin off his face "I got confused.... ", he reasoned.

"Whatever you say..... ", Haldir chucked. " Well, it isn't called Taur-o Thilivern Lie for nothing ", he countinued.

"Indeed... ", Legit said in a good mood, for now he was sure he really wanted you...

--The End--

Me: *gets ready to be hit with Tomatoes*

Hey guys! I'm finally done with this blurb! It was for my babies @gorgeourrific-nerd and all of you! It's not my best work and Ik it's short but I really hope you like it! I worked hard for it! Please do keep sending in requests! It may take a while but I'll definitely do it! Feedback would be appreciated! I hope you like, comment and reblog my fics if you like them to support me! Please do not plagiarize my work I really work hard for it🥺.I love you guys!🥰🥰

~Love Hri

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beyondthetemples-ooc · 3 years

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OC-tober Day 2: Glass

OC-tober prompts put together by @oc-growth-and-development! I have to ramble in meta instead of write, because my brain is Mush lately. (I know I’m behind but I have a lot pre-written, I just need to put it into coherent words!)

This one especially can be rambled about at length, because the most important “glass” object in my stories is one I greatly enjoy exploring: Dove’s mindscape mirror!

^ I drew it forever ago; here’s the deviantArt link if you’d like to see the big version!

https://www.deviantart.com/ravenshiddensoul/art/Dove-s-Keepsakes-Mirror-and-Box-284227087

It’s largely modeled after a bird stretching its wings upwards, with a handle like a tail and certain details are inlaid with Azarathean gold to better channel its magics.

Now, this is where the rambling begins: The mirror’s backstory, and I’ll be exploring one of my favorite things to develop in all of my stories: Dove’s mindscape!

Dove's mirror isn't one of her most prized possessions, nor super incredibly sentimental, but it IS an object touched with her mother's magic, it has flourishes of Azarathean gold (some of the last pieces to exist), and it's useful for introspection and self-soothing, so it does have some value and importance.

Dove struggled with meditating quite a lot as a child, and there was only so much her mother could do to help. Meditation was pretty important to them as both a means of helping Dove control her powers, and as a staple of Azarathean spirituality. As she so often did, Alerina poked around and asked enough questions around the temple that she was told about Raven's mirror, and she decided to replicate it for Dove. She custom ordered a gold-lined wooden hand mirror, and then cast the spells to connect it to Dove's inner world herself. It took a few tries (it's much harder to connect something to someone else's mind than your own, after all), but she was nothing if not determined to help her daughter, and eventually figured it out.

As for its main purpose: Self-reflection! (If you'll pardon the pun.) Dove uses it to meditate, but where Raven uses hers for centering and compartmentalization, Dove uses it more as a blend of escapism and a focusing aid.

Much like Raven's, Dove's mirror acts as a portal to the depths of her mind, and this is where it gets fun!

The vortex that transports the users is usually white and gold, imbued with the same energies that give Dove her powers, at least on her mother's side. It's noticeably touched with black and red in DDD. (Dove's evil side starts taking over her mind, and thus its energies manifest through the mindscape, and Dove's portal into it, hence: black and red energies instead.) It tends to open up like a light tunnel and almost opens the mental world around the user, rather than dragging them in.

Once inside, one can't expect to navigate the same way as Beast Boy and Cyborg did in "Nevermore". Every mind is different, after all! We saw Raven's mindscape divided nearly into emotional sections with a neutral space between them, and the way through each area was preset and linear. While different parts of Dove's internal world manifest in different "areas", they're not so totally divided and separate, and there's no real "neutral" zone except at the very "center". The scenery changes, but it's more of a gradual transition, and though Dove employs thresholds to mark key areas, they're very much just visual aids.

Dove's mindscape is laid out more like a series of rooms and courtyards in a very (very, very, very) large mansion. The ground is generally of crystal, spires and columns decorate the scenery, and the thresholds are modeled after birds with their wings outspread. (While this seems like a play on Dove's namesake, it's actually based on Azarath's architecture, particularly that of George Perez's Azarath in the 1980's New Teen Titans comics.)

Dove's sky shows various stars and often casts moonlight from an uncertain source, particularly when she's introspecting. The ambient temperature varies amongst the locations, chilly in the regions ruled by fear and sadness, uncomfortably warm near her demon's domain, and comfortable and breezy where her peace and contentment reside.

One could easily get lost in her mindscape if they don't know where they're going. The place can shift and change on a whim.

Where Dove spends her time building that peace and contentment, it's very closely modeled after her mother's memories of Azarath (which is where she learned how to find peace, after all): there's marble and gold everywhere, and the stars twinkle with dozens of colors in the sky.

Where Dove retreats when there are feelings of timidity, her excruciating shyness, her grief and doubt, the world becomes shrouded in thick fog. Broken buildings and pale light litter the grounds.

Where she built her love for reading, for history, for creativity and study and learning, it's arranged as rooms with dark marbled tile and a carpeted path, the floor for dozens of feet on either side littered with piles of books.

Dove's inner happy place is an open field on gently rolling hills, where thoughts take the form of birds and somehow the sky holds both the stars and suns. One might find trees, flowers, abstract forms of cottages, and forts loaded with mugs and cozy cushions. If you wander far enough you'll find very tall stone walls surrounding it, because Dove's mind is such that her happiness is one of the few things she really truly believes she needs to protect from the rest of herself.

And then there are the aspects of herself that she shoves the deepest down, secreted far away from the surface: the anger, the hunger for power, the mean streak. (Yes, believe it or not, Dove does have a mean streak! You just have to work especially hard to bring it out. Or trigger her in just the right ways around sadism, violence, war, or death. It's very much Not Recommended; bringing too much of that mean streak out could mean Dove loses control of her powers, or worse: her demonic aspects.)

Those secret forces aren't so much located in one particular space of her mind as they're hidden in every dark corner, coursing through the underside of all the ground, a tantalizing power running through every part of her, only ever set free enough to use the dangerous powers to her own ends.

Her places for Fear and Curiosity in particular will be explored in the upcoming Missing: Raven rewrite. (As they're the strongest things Dove is feeling in that story, that's going to be what Beast Boy and Cyborg encounter.) I also explored the way these things manifest in DDD, and in that same story Dove will focus on rebuilding Peace in the final chapter.

I can't talk about Dove's mindscape without mentioning the "emoticlones". These fun little guys are called by the fanon term given to Raven's "emotion clones", the separate parts of her that express a specific set of traits based on particular aspects of her personality. I had so much fun playing with their voices and thoughts in Dove's head during DDD, you have no freaking idea! I also copied the concept of them having Colored Cloaks from Teen Titans canon, because honestly it's a quick and easy way to identify them, and the fandom's familiar with this system through Raven.

Which colors mean what was more inspired by details from a really old, now-defunct website called Cartoon Orbit that had separate "online trading cards" for each of Raven's emoticlones! On that site, Raven's were labeled as such, and this is what I based Dove's system on, loosely: - Pink: "Raven Happy" - Red: "Raven Rage" - Orange: "Raven Rude" - Yellow: "Raven Smart" - Green: "Raven Brave" - Brown: "Raven Fear" (I'm pretty sure there was a purple one, but I don't recall what it was called. "Love" maybe? That might be from fanon; this site was running like 15 years ago, and I was like 10 years old, so I hardly thought to pay Super Special Attention to it...)

But I digress. The point is, I adapted that system for the key aspects of Dove's unique personality, and came to understand them as follows:

- Pink: Joy, relief, coziness - Red: Cruelty, impulsivity, anger - Orange: Apathy, indifference, disregard - Yellow: Curiosity, study, intrigue - Green: Courage, determination, activity - Blue: Contentedness, pacifism, spirituality - Purple: Compassion, friendship, romanticism - Gray: Sadness, grief, longing. - Brown: Fear, fear, fear!

But for Dove's mind in particular, it's not only HER experiences and personality that form the world! She's a telepath, and though she holds others' privacy in very, very high regard and tries never to read someone's mind without their permission, her sense of receptive telepathy is ever-present. Echoes, lights, shadows, reflections of others' memories and thoughts might affect the very edges of her mind. It's a constant sense, but it only ever causes very ephemeral changes unless something deeply affects her.

Her mindscape also grows and changes as Dove grows and changes, experiences life, learns to cope, and changes how she handles her own emotions.

Most notably, the internal struggle in DDD tore her mind apart. Initially it was due to a breakdown of certainty and confidence, hastened by guilt and grief, but it soon became a deliberate tactic to wage war on the parts of Dove's mind that were trying to resist the evil; eventually her inner demon began intentionally breaking/corrupting everything it could touch.

By chapter 20, that evil is the only strong and stable thing in Dove's mind. Raven's attack to remove the evil in her took away that stability, and strength, and thus took away what was essentially the last support holding Dove's mind together. As it says in the story: "everything collapsed". Dove's mindscape was utterly destroyed, and only the most basic aspects of her remained.

For awhile, that left Dove unable to remember things clearly, or feel emotions without great pain. Rebuilding it to the point where she was able to talk and feel Mostly Normally again took months of meditation.

When Dove is kidnapped and Leyla has distressing dreams about her mother, she, Srentha, and Raven use the mirror to check on Dove by accessing her mindscape. With her powers stripped away, surrounded by people who mock her, and certain Fauni rituals sickening Dove to her soul, naturally her mind is very different: shadowy forms flitted at the edges of vision, the ground wavered, her discomfort was thick in the air and the constant fear made everything so, so cold. "Shadows" of others' thoughts flashed in and out of existence, and Dove's desperation manifests as fleeting voices on the wind. It's uncomfortable to be in her mind while she's so distressed.

It's also worth mentioning that her mindscape changes again, essentially "growing" the part of her that belongs to Love when she finally lets herself love Srentha, and it expands again when Leyla's born and Dove once more finds depths of love she didn't know she could carry.

#oc tober #oc tober 2021 #rhs has ocs and this is the tag about them #iala yona #ddd #rhs oc tober

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wonderswritings · 3 years

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Fighting For... Bodyguard of Lies

Summary: We survived the war. With little to no resources, we managed to defeat the grounders. But it came at a cost. Bellamy and Finn are gone. My sister and the others are missing, vanished into thin air. Raven is dying and I’m all alone. I should be used to being alone. I spent my entire life locked in the skybox, but a month on the ground has given me hope, only for it to be squashed in one night. I thought we were done fighting, but it turns out I was wrong. Because we’re still fighting but this time, we have help, or we believe we have help.

Warnings: The 100 Themes so blood and gore I guess

Pairings: Bellamy Blake x Reader, Clarke Griffin x Twin!Fem!Reader

Fighting For… Masterlist

There’s only two more parts before we’re finished with season 2!! Writing this chapter felt like it was sooo freaking long and then posting it it’s like hardly even that long which sucks but oh well.

Previous // Next

Previously:

“I told you, I would get you back. We’re not quite finished with you just yet.” “I got out before Cage, I’ll do it again. And this time, I’ll keep my promise.”

“What are you doing?” “Finishing the process.”

“Where is she? Where is YN Griffin?”

“My sister and the Commander are coming here to kill you and everyone who stands in their way. You don’t stand a chance.” “That’s just it, your sister and the Commander are dead. Along with your army. There’s no one coming to save you.”

“They don’t know I’m here. Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you called me a friend.”

“Axel?”

“To the kids still at large. I have someone that belongs to you. Clarke Griffin managed to escape while her sister found a way inside. Today, we brought her back. YN Griffin will be our guiding light. She has a few words for you all. Unfortunately, it seems she’s unable to talk. But you can end her suffering, all you have to do is surrender.”

“Bellamy. Come in.”

Bellamy sighed, leaning his head against the wall.

“Yeah, I’m a little busy here, Raven.”

“You missed check in. Did you find the source of the acid fog yet?”

Bellamy sighed, shaking his head.

“No.”

Raven scoffed, her voice raising.

“What do you mean you haven’t found it? Bellamy you know-”

“He has YN.”

“What? What do you mean he has YN?”

“Last night. Cage came over the radio, said that Clarke left while her sister was sneaking in. Said that they brought their guiding light home. He wanted the kids to come out of hiding and he’d stop torturing her.”

“Torture?”

“I heard her screams Raven.”

Bellamy bit his lip as a stray tear fell.

“I’ve looked everywhere and I can’t find her.”

Raven sighed, taking a deep breath.

“Bellamy, I know this is hard but last we heard, YN was in Tondc with Clarke. Are you sure he has YN?”

“Raven, I know what she sounds like, those screams, it was her.”

“I’ll radio Clarke. But Bellamy, until we hear from Clarke, you need to focus. You’re the only one who can take out the acid fog.”

Bellamy sighed, nodding as he took a deep breath.

“I know.”

“So get moving.”

Bellamy huffed, shaking his head as he walked down the hall.

“I don’t know enough to crack it on this end. You gotta give me something.”

“I’m going. Raven?”

“Yeah?”

Bellamy pulled out his key card, swiping it.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Bellamy made a face when it beeped red, swiping the card again.

“Something’s wrong.”

“What?”

“My key card isn’t working.”

“Clarke, Clarke come in.”

Clarke was about to walk out of the tent when the radio cackled to life, causing her to stop.

“Raven? What’s wrong?”

Raven sighed, taking a deep breath.

“It’s YN.”

Clarke turned, looking over at Lexa.

“Bellamy said Cage has her. Cage has been playing her screaming on the radio. Please tell me YN is with you.”

Clarke sighed, clenching her jaw as she tightened her grip on the radio.

“YN went missing two days ago. We haven’t been able to find her since. Lexa’s sent out search parties but the person to see her last said that it was mountain men.”

“Crap.”

Clarke made a face, casting a glance at Lexa as she walked closer to her.

“What is it?”

Raven sighed, closing her eyes.

“Bellamy was right.”

“What?”

“Bellamy heard YN screaming.”

Clarke shook her head, making a face.

“Raven, you’re not making any sense.”

“Cage said something about you escaping and YN sneaking in. that they had brought their guiding light home and then there was screaming. Bellamy’s been looking for her and he can’t find her. I told him that it wasn’t her but I guess I was wrong.”

“Raven, Bellamy has to focus. I know how hard it will be, but-”

“I know. I’ve already told him.”

Bellamy smiled in relief when he heard Raven and Wick cheering, shaking his head.

“All right. Send a flare.”

“Roger that. And I’ll let you know about YN.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

~~~~

“You didn’t tell him.”

Raven scoffed, looking over at Wick.

“I’ll tell him.”

“Yeah, when? He deserves to know.”

Raven huffed, tilting her head to the side.

“What do you care anyway? You don’t even know YN, or Bellamy.”

Wick scoffed, shaking his head as he turned on his heel, not bothering to answer. Raven slammed her hands on the table, taking deep breaths before she picked up the radio, biting her bottom lip.

“Bellamy? Bellamy, come in.”

“I’m here, what is it?”

Raven sighed, running one hand through her hair.

“It’s about YN. I spoke with Clarke and she said-”

Bellamy made a face as he hit the side of the radio, turning the dial.

“Raven? Raven?”

Bellamy huffed when all he heard was static, slamming his fist into the wall.

“Dammit!”

~~~~

Cage grinned behind his hand, looking down at Emmerson.

“It’s confirmed sir. The intruder's radio has been cut off.”

Cage nodded, grinning.

“Rest the panel. The army’s almost in range. Good job finding the radio Lieutenant. Do a sweep and make sure they have no more.”

“Yes sir.”

“And bring me the intruder. I’m sure our little guiding light will love to see a friend.”

“Yes sir.”

“The veil is ready on your command sir.”

Cage turned, nodding.

“Bring her in, she should see this.”

The guards standing at the door nodded, turning and walking out of the room. They came back half carrying/dragging YN, her head rolling to the side. Cage smiled, walking towards her and grabbing her face, forcing her to look up at him.

“I thought you’d want a front row seat to your demise.”

Cage looked up at the guards, nodding slightly.

“Bring her.”

Cage turned, walking back towards Emmerson, the guards following behind him.

“We’re ready sir.”

“Wait until they’re all inside of the kill box. Ten more seconds.”

Emmerson nodded, grinning.

“Roger that. Deploying in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.”

“We’re go for veil.”

Emmerson pressed the button, looking up when nothing happened, making a face.

“Well?”

“We are negative on veil deployment.”

“What happened?”

“Soldiers report an explosion in chemical deployment. Multiple casualties. The veil is down.”

“What else can we use?”

Emmerson shook his head, sighing.

“The reapers can’t take a force this large.”

Cage huffed, shaking his head as he glared at Emmerson.

“Don’t tell me what we can’t do. Tell me what else we have.”

“Nothing. All we have is the doors.”

Cage turned when YN started to laugh, stalking towards her.

“What’s so funny?”

YN grinned, slowly lifting her head and blearily looking up at Cage.

“You’ve lost. I told you Cage, you wouldn’t win. My sister’s coming for you, and then-”

She stopped, her eyes closing as she harshly coughed, blood dripping from her mouth as she looked back up at him.

“Then it’ll only be a matter of which Griffin kills you.”

Cage huffed, glaring down at YN.

“You know who the intruder is.”

YN grinned, tilting her head to the side.

“Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you shit.”

Cage scoffed, shaking his head as he stepped back, looking up at the guards.

“Take her back to her cell. It’s time to initiate phase two.”

The guards nodded, turning and dragging YN out of the room, Cage looking over at the other guard.

“When she starts to scream, play it on a loop for everyone to hear. Let them know what they’re choices are resulting in. Say her name, describe her, make sure they know it’s her. Let’s see if they’ll come save their leader.”

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I think it’s time to show some lines and how much I’ve improved eh?

“ You see, we're all living our lives confined in this little, locked room, we store our thoughts here, our dreams, our doubts, our darkest confessions. But the right people come along with a key and find the real us quivering in a corner of ourselves we fear with all our fuckin' might. All of humanity fears. And so in the span of a blink life created death to separate what is bad, and what is good. “ - Shawn Werdelstein

“ I look deep into my eyes and I swear I can see her darkness flickering in my damn eyes, she took my heart in her murderous stride, flaying me of all my salvation, tellin' me I was nothin' more then livestock on her farm of delicacies and delights. “ - Lupin Rinderez

“In the end I was never really human in the eyes of those who hate me, was I? I was always a toy to those more wicked then I, and so I have rotted in a chest of forgotten dolls and stitched together souls lost to time." - Ingretta Shazowlla

“ Some men are born for prison. They're raised in a cell, and told this is all you can ever be, and when they finally scratch their way out of that prison, they start to get homesick, so they find themselves a new cell, a new Hell, a new home away from home. Chaos is peace ta the broken man. “ - Francis Killvawhile

“ Karma doesn't care about how small the sin was, she just reaps. “ - Scarla Scottaine

“ There's something foreign about an empty bed, something unfamiliar about holding my own hand, it's like love is a language we speak, and when it leaves us we can no longer speak the language of the loveless, because we're already native in the country of love. “ - Finn Desandra

“ The darkness of my past caught up to me and killed the kind pure hearted man I thought I'd forever be, I was always doomed to become a reflection of my father. But with these bloodied and cracked pieces of me I'll bleed him with broken pieces of his reflection. “ - Alviro Conritz

“Isn't it funny? How men and women alike will pull a trigger on another when faced with a gun at their own heart, held steady in the hand of a man who never misses?” - Remington Burlwitz

“ I am Eve luring Adam to his fate.” - Belle Nalroma

“ I am a grave of fireflies and ravens whom head out to war, a wolf of death and anguish that drove me to madness. Don't you call me a freak, I'm just a little bit different, my mind is an eternal state of flickering emotion and madness that has never left me be. In truth the firing of this rifle is the only thing that keeps me alive, it is the beating of my heart and the howl in my soul, so dare you fire back with pieces of your heart shattered in the bullets? “ - Luther Woolhaun

“ I feel like a blank slate that's always re-written. “ - Wendell Ace

"I look at who I am with judgmental eyes.” - Earl Mumford

“ Believe the tales of dead men, they have a perspective like no other. “ - Earl Mumford

“ Stepping up to me ain't a fucking war, it's an execution disguised as such. “ - Saul Northutt

“ Decaying and gentle I shall be lain to rest as the Devil the world mourned. “ - Jonkiv Kramteil

“ Look, the truth is a hard pill to swallow, but swallow it you will. “ - Simon Rossburg

“ I'm a killer and a cheat, if my dagger is unstained remember, there's etches of lives lost on the handle, do you really wanna become another scar on the wood of my blade? “ - Killgrove Butcher

“ Mercy is a surefire way to meet God, so I sling an old club wrapped in barbed wire over my shoulder and watch the river spill crimson. “ - Olivia Juarez

"They call kindness weakness, so I must be the strongest bitch in town.” - Olivia Juarez

“ My wrath comes down like a cold rain of daggers when faced with the wicked, if they ain't ready to die then they best fucking prepare for it, cause those who use the powerless as a simple stepping stone to Heaven don't deserve the breath in their damn lungs. “ - Lucille Ramaswami

“ That man, that wicked fuckin' man, 'e's an old vulture sittin' atop the Church waitin' for the holy ta fall down the steeple, 'e swoops down and picks their bones 'a love, 'a holiness, 'a morality. And den, the holy become the damned. “ - Maxwell Soderstrom

“ The Devils and snakes in the grass should fear the gardener with his shovel ready to bury the pests." - Guarva Plucker

“ Don't call me your hero, cause heroes don't kill good men." - Al Hunderson

"Brother, there's somethin' sinister brewin' in the bones of humanity, has been since the Neanderthals huddled in caves, lighting fires underneath the murky walls of a place they could call home. I'm afraid you're gonna have to be a little more specific." - Roman Hemlock "Ya can always spot the little, tinges of darkness in the bad man's eye, the little seams of pain that follows 'em." - Sandro Colorfeid

"I slither and slide into the darkness, a basilisk hiding in shadow and sin, biting into the forbidden fruit of Eden with glee and cruelty flickering in my snake likes eyes." - Vexine Hatchet

"I stood with blood on my hands and a snarl on my lip. It was from that moment on, Nico no longer were." - Nico Litchenfels

“ I'm a cutthroat fucker with his heart bared open and cruel on his trench jacket's sleeve. “ - Nico Litchenfels

"I stood like a question never asked, and then before I had the chance to give myself an answer in the echoes of my insanity, she smiled and asked who I was." - Zachariah Rinderez

"I have died a thousand times, Minerva. But you make me want to live again." - Simon Drogace

"I'm not lucky enough to be me." - Simon Drogace

“Do you ever feel like, your mind is a hammer?” - Simon Drogace

"He stood there, like a wicked omen of what never should've been, a testament to all humanity tried to kill." - Neal Marrows

"Losing yourself is a game no one can win." - Neal Marrows

"You know me, just a grave of who I was, grasping the soil wondering why it always slips between my fingers." - Sam Dellwotfire

"Someone once asked me what life before war was like, and truthfully, I've never known." - Hunter Creasey

"You spend your whole life under the shadow of death it starts to become you, and as you let the light it in, as you let your heart burst in seams of color and little figments of love and joy, that's when the shadow casts itself over you the longest. As soon as you start to live, death comes on by to greet you as if she were an old friend, and as I live through the essence of love and peace, I can see a smile filled with the lost lives of all whom ever walked greeting me on a road all too familiar." - Hunter Creasey

"I'm the mad man's greatest friend, but in the eyes of the sane, in the eyes of all whom stand against cruelty, I'm a weapon, an atomic bomb that'll level the city of peace to dust." - Moores Thomas

"It is in madness and grief we find who we really are. So who's to say humanity was supposed to live in peace? After all, even our mind tells us things we could never dream of with intrusive thoughts, and in the end some of us succumb to the darkness every single mind brews." - Moores Thomas

"You see, madness starts with a small seed the human race calls trouble, it comes in many different variants, some get in very small dosages all their lives. But mad men get a taste of trouble long before they know what the word means." - Moores Thomas

"The way I see love, it's an interesting sort of medicine. One moment it stitches together the loose threads of your heart, and in the very next it unravels you like a spool of thread." - Cornelius Combs

"I walked into the Church only to be spat out, falling down the sinner's steeple coughing up bloodied pieces of my faith." - Takizen Fruivein

"Challenging what I've become is a fools game, and my friend, I am no fool." - Allinza Harzvi

"Humanity is not inherently kind, everything we've seen, and everything we are, is proof of that testament." - Allinza Harzvi

"We are never in the same boat, we are in the same storm, facing life's darkness with different privilege's." - Caldvain Lucelo

"You know, someone once told me you have control over your own mind, but as it drifts away from me as smoke in the dying embers of a midnight wildfire, does that statement still hold true?" - Harvin Scoviney

"God does not help. He observes." - Victor Da Ville

“ You can't explain what evil means without mentioning the feared name of Cassidy Vanderberg. “ - Cassidy Vanderberg

“ I'm a hero, and I know, it's a heroes curse to go down in history, shooting her glory through the chamber of a revolver, leaving the world with the gunfire smoke of her gun, but so be it man, so fucking be it. “ - Miella Fang

“ Tragedy runs through my veins like the blood I bleed.” - Harkman Burtrow

“ You can run your hands through these cracked and yellowed pages, wondering when I lost my mind, but you won't find any answers in my chapters. “ - Mortelo Vonenwoft

“ ”You ever feel there’s jus’ this empty box where your heart’s supposed ta be? I've shoved all my monsters in this box, my addictions, my anxiety, the thoughts that don't go away. But sometimes, the box starts ta open, and I can't even push the door back, cause I'm too busy with this ghost followin' me like a yappin' chihuahua. “ - Isadore Rast

“ Everyone is always sayin' you're strong, for fightin' past that hurt, but am I? I didn't fight, I fuckin' stumbled, I fell, it wasn't just a battle, it was a god damn war I still wage. The gunfire echoes and cocaine ghosts will never leave me be, cause I made the mistake of losin' myself ta the bad side of life, and I just can't forgive myself for that kinda shit. “ - Isadore Rast

“ I'm not a recoverin' addict, I'm just a fuckin' ghost. “ - Carrigan Hopva

“ I met myself on a dead end street, she looked distraught, with chunks of hair missing, cigarette on her lip, trying to light a match in the rain, eyes troubled with memories of what would be. She told me to keep my enemies close, cause god damn, they were everywhere, but she never told me I'd be standin' in a house of mirrors. “ - Rain Morvosina

“ I tell myself, I could've done better, I could've saved the circus, but truthfully, not a single man can stop fate in its tracks, he would become another splatter on her railroad within a series of seconds and terrible events. “ - Bortosley Velltwo

“ I'm guilty ‘a first degree, of lil ol' me." - Howard Wraith

“ Oh mum if ya could see me now, sinnin' on the other side 'a paradise lookin' for reasons ta stain me teeth the color of me jacket. “ - Davy Blight

“ I ain't the poor lil' boy who shot at 'is brother with orange capped revolvers and plastic swords, mate, I'm the real fuckin' deal. This venom 'a trouble and sin flows like blood in me veins, corruptin' the essence 'a who I fuckin' was. “ - Davy Blight

“ I'm the darkness your mother says ta stray away from, the boogeyman ya're mum tells ya snatches away naughty boys and girls in the dead 'a night, and worst of all mate, I'm Lind fuckin' Blight, bastard son of the seas. “ - Lind Blight

“ I'm just old honey whiskey sitting on the shelf gathering dust and mildew, locked in this little cabin of darkness and decay, wondering why no one cares to pop open my cork and let this darkness and mold spill to the soil of a freshly dug grave. “ - Roxane Vanderberg

“ I met her in a garden 'a roses, and there she stood as the only thorn. “ - Kayella Wisp

“ I've gunned bad men down on the streets, cackling and sinful they died, cruel and wicked they lived. “ - Hoshino Akinori

“ I once went into an old confession booth, sins sat heavy at my shoulder, salvation far off as it always seemed to be, and as that preacher listened to my darkest secrets I was sure he would damn me. But he told me salvation is for all, and that God loves whosoever follows the path of the righteous. “ - Erika Vans

“ I used ta live with one foot in the grave, wondering when the hell I'd become my last name, but then I met a wise man in the woods and found myself once again. Sometimes, we're lost, and we don't even know it. So I think destiny sends us a Messiah to lead the way ta who we are, and as Pennington took my hand in the darkness, I knew I'd found who I am past all this trouble. “ - Alonzo Graves

“ I traverse this labyrinth of my heart and soul, trying to find myself in the midst of all this trouble, but these mirrors are starting to look like enemies, and this maze is starting to become a prison cell. “ - Andre Jollows

“ Deep in my soul is the sound of war calling me home, and death whispers in my bones that she wishes to hold me close as I fade gently into the stars, but I sigh strapping my boots on in the morning, putting this old gas mask on my face and facing another venomous day. For I am a curse, wondering where my blessings went." - Max Caldiph

“ If my heart were a painting, it would be a starless night sky, the trees wilted, stripped of their leaves standing as threadbare omens of the bones etched in darkness that hold me up and the roses would be black, decaying with some dead scent of mercy burning whosoever walks into this garden of death's nose. “ - Apollos Quinn

“ Who I am ain't even me, he's just someone I've been for too long.” - Drew Dreadful

“ I died halfway to Heaven and too close ta Hell. “ - Dylan Huffers

“ I was living a life of trouble and cigarette smoke, chasing lies as if I were just a harmless little kitten, batting my hands at another yarn ball, always wondering why it ran away from me, but as my mother held me in a gentle embrace and showed me the way to paradise, I found out that it's better to be you then somebody else. “ - Scottie Bloodvallo

“ My mama once told me sometimes you gotta fall and stumble to learn who you are, because it's as trouble and peace wage war that we discover who's side we're on, and as those old foes grabbed their rifles and loaded their cannons, I came to realize I never wanted trouble to become who I am. So I picked up my guns and fired a couple rounds of peace into my head. “ - Marty Thievekit

“ You wanna run with the wolves, but brother you're sparrin' with chihuahuas, ya wanna play with the big boys, but you're frolicking in a garden full of gnomes and fairies, you wanna go knuckle to knuckle with your demons, but brother you surround yourself in angels. Do you really expect to kill a man while you're swingin' plastic blades and firin' bullets from a cap gun? “ - Walton Burke

"The truth will always sound like a lie to he who doesn't want to admit he's wrong. “ - Stewart Astoria

“ I'm tied up and tangled in the webs of madness, cackling at the midnight sky as these bastards try to fire bullets of sanity my way. But god damn baby, I'm bullet proof. I take what I want when I want it, so as I slam these bullets of madness into the echoed chamber of my revolver and put a few holes in my mind do you think it'll be me seepin' through the corners of this old mental ward, or will the ground pool crimson with my sanity? Guess there's no way of knowin' til I pull this trigger, sanity and purity spilling like crimson ink in my mind. “ - Ares Malstone

“ Forevermore I shall stand as a threadbare omen of the unholiest parts of mankind, drifting away from myself like the wildfire smoke of a dying confession.” - Alastair Sambridge

“ My mother once stared me dead in the eye and said I was not so holy, one day I would sputter up all the pieces of me and succumb to the Devil inside, and I must say, the old wicked witch was right. My father told me I was just a sin, drifting forevermore into the midnight sky, and as I pulled the trigger upon a battlefield I came to realize fate vows for promises made by wicked people. So by God, I vow to die, I vow to choke on these holy pieces of me and sputter up my dying breath. “ - Alastair Sambridge

“ Who I am is such a far cry from who I was, if you looked at a photograph of me at ten years old you wouldn't recognize the eyes that smile, for as you look into the cracked lenses and into my eyes, it is not me you find. But rather, it is the insanity that swam in Calzell's eyes when I met him." - Ackilzo Thyme

“ My mother once told me that rage whispers into the ears of the broken that they deserve nothing more then this unsteady heart beat of broken bottles and cracked knuckles, but it's the ever smiling lip of peace that brings the sorrowed man back to himself. So I oughta wonder why peace keeps on scowlin' at me. “ - Varvaina Escobar

“ It seems it is the nature of humanity to point blame at those who are howling with regret, love beating empty in an open chest. “ - Sarkelus Johnson

“ Sometimes, life just fades before your eyes and ya don't have enough time to catch it, so you slowly drift away from it yearning for the gentle touch of death. But you know what? We all need a hero every once and awhile, and as Barbara lays her head against my chest, dancing her fingers across my shoulders and cheek, I think I damn well found my hero. “ -Rob Percstand

“ I don't wanna die with dreams, I wanna die with memories, man. “ - Revie Scollinew

"In the outback of Montana my tale began in crimson stained history. I look to my aunts and uncles and see murder deep inside of their hearts, but they should've thought twice before taking my heart in their rough hands, for there is something dark that's brewing inside of me, and if I were them, I would start looking underneath the bed for monsters." - Enoch Avoxin

"There's a certain truth, to madness." - Zachariah Rinderez

"Hold honor close to your heart and you'll end its beat." - McKormick McReavey

"You know, everybody says, this won't happen to me, I'm just your average everyday person, collecting my paycheck, paying my bills, living my day to day life just like everybody else. But what we seem to forget is that we're all normal people, we're all just a little bit average enough to stand out. And when these tragic things do happen to us, we stand in a stunned silence our whole world falling apart, and all we can utter is, "This can't be happening to me." - Ray Burzfoll

"If I could strip the emotion from my mind I fear I would do so in a heart beat." - Wyatt Demouchett

"Love comes and goes but power drifts on by and stays." - Dastallio Sanchez

"Darkness has intertwined itself within my heart sputtering the light from out my throat." - Cornelius Shmackelstein

“I am not myself, so what the fuck am I?" - Coraiza Scotchfuel

"Living in reality is the most cruel form of torture for a mad man." - Draven Scotchfuel

"It is as if she makes my black and white heart burst with some form of color it's never seen." - Armello Vanrick

"Perhaps it was always a mirror hiding inside of my closet." - Julie Forkroad

"The world went dark before it fell, we were just playing a waiting game." - Brooke Bergmeir

"I've got more fighting days left than you have years." - Maximo Guanch

"If everything exists, nothing does, really." - Arthur Wellburn

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thruthetwstedlookingglass · 4 years

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Headcanons please for If Lilia had a daughter from long before Malleus was born who was sucked into a portal after her mother was killed and ended up in another world like maybe fairy tale or magi (we can brainstorm about that), Lilia and company are sucked into a portal and get sent to the same world lilias daughter is in and lilia gets reunited with her and the boys meet there long unknown sister and they all meet her friends.

Sorry that this took so long! I had a hard time trying to figure out how to do this.

So, in a classic headcanon fashion, I've written out headcanons for all of the dorms. I hope that you like this, and again, I'm so sorry for taking so long

Lila's isekai'd daughter reader x dorms

Heartslabyul

• Are amazed at meeting Lilia's daughter

• Are quite confused about how his daughter suddenly comes to be in another world entirely

• Your mannerisms and habits will definitely perplex the poor boy

• Why are you acting like this?!

• Are quite amazed by your skills in this world that is foreign to him

• These boys will definitely look to you for guidance

• Be patient

• This bit of advice is meant for all of you

• You will have to explain the rules of your world to them

• Especially Riddle

• Riddle will have to learn that things are not going to always go his way in this world

• They are all very determined with his lessons from you about this strange world

• They each feel like you're a very familiar thing to latch onto

• You will have to deal with Ace and Deuce bickering... a lot!

• Cater will be recording the entire experience for Magicam when and if they get back to Twisted Wonderland

• Trey will be incredibly interested in the foods and pastries of your world

• All in all, a very interesting group to be around

Savanaclaw

• Are positively puzzled when they notice the resemblance between you and Lilia Vanrouge

• How the heck did you even get to this world?!

• While they have no obligation to Lilia, they will be very protective of you

• Even if you can take care of yourself

• Ruggie will definitely be the younger brother character to you

• Jack, while he may be the youngest of the three, will definitely be the protective older brother type

• Leona realizes that he can't be lazy in this world

• But he will definitely be intrigued by what this world has to offer

• Being as curious as he is, Leona will definitely ask questions about your world

• Be prepared for these three being absolutely RAVENOUS at the dinner table

• They are animals as well as men, so make sure to feed them a lot and well!!

• Teaching them about your world will be like teaching dogs how to roll over

• Some may catch on while the others will definitely have to keep learning

• In this case...

• Jack and Ruggie have to keep Leona out of trouble

• The lion prince is curious, so of course he's going to wander around

Octavinelle

• Have no trouble seeing the resemblance between you and Lilia

• But they are increasingly curious as to how you got to be here in this world

• Members of the "All Women are Queens" squad

• While they are not yet accustomed to the ways of your world, they'll absolutely treat you with respect

• Floyd will be hopping around like a little kid at all the wonders of your world

• Jade and Azul will definitely ask questions

• Certainly have your back

• While Azul will camouflage this as a way to gain a favor or two from Diasomnia, his main objective is how intriguing he finds you and your adaptability

• These three are probably the more gentlemanly of the groups that could find themselves in your world

• They're already quite adapted to your world and how things work

• The only reason that they want you to come with them everywhere is because they want to spend time with you

Scarabia

• Might as well be a kid and his babysitter on a field trip

• Kalim will be constantly in shock about you being Lilia's daughter

• Jamil, while at first shocked, is more interested in how you can to be in this world

• You and Jamil will exercise a great deal of patience in making sure Kalim stays out of trouble

• After some time, Jamil may confide in you about his feelings toward Kalim and may even ask for advice

• Your world has definitely given you a perspective on matters such as these

• So your insight is definitely helpful

• Kalim, of course having no clue, will be too distracted by such wonders of your world

• Kalim is a little kid in a candy store

• Being in this world is a learning experience for these two

• Jamil learns patience to a brilliant degree thanks to your guidance

• Kalim, though it's a process, learns that he needs to be cautious

• Kalim will need constant reminding, of course

• But nothing that you and Jamil can't handle

Pomefiore

• The proud founding members of the "All Women are Queens" squad

• Rook and Vil, being the romantics they are, will say that you capture all of the good aspects of Lilia

• Epel will probably be shy at first, but he will come to see you as someone he can look up to

• Be prepared for a shopping trip

• Vil and Rook want to know all about the fashion and cosmetics of your world

• While you may or may not be an expert on this, you do have fun with these three

• Vil is very interested in dressing you up in the items he finds

• Rook, at the most random of times, will verbally admire your beauty, and Vil will definitely agree

• Epel will shyly give his compliments here and there, but it will take a lot to get him out of his shell

• These three catch on to the ways of your world really quickly

• Vil and Rook, of course, soon become the fashion icons

• This leaves you and Epel a bit bewildered, but considering their looks, you two just shrug it off

• A. Lot. Of. Shopping

• You will end up having to give Vil and Rook an allowance

• Epel is seemingly the only responsible one

• These three, especially with their mannerisms, are quite a funny group to be around

Ignihyde

• Its 50/50 will Idia

• On one side, he's freaking out because he's frightened of being in this new world so suddenly

• On the other side, absolutely fanboys!!

• He's always loved reading manga about people who go from one world into another

• He's honored that he now joins the ranks of isekai'd heroes and heroines

• But at the same time it frightens the HELL out of him

• Ortho will probably be the most respectable and greet you like a human being

• He will be the one to mention to Idia about the likeness between you and Lilia

• Despite his shyness, Idia will definitely be intrigued to know more about your world

• You may have to be patient and guide him through when he gets frightened

• Ortho definitely takes the opportunity to make note of the differences and similarities of the two worlds

• He'll also be looking after his brother a bit considering how Idia can be sometimes

• Your world teaches Idia a lot about coming out of his shell, which astonishes Ortho

• Ortho is very glad to see his brother actually having fun and smiling

• Ortho learns how to let his brother try things on his own

• In Twisted Wonderland, Idia and Ortho are exceedingly close and that closeness sometimes hinders either from really learning anything new

• The two brothers are still very close, but they know that it's okay to try something new on their own every now and again

Diasomnia

• Much rejoicing on Lilia's part, especially tears of joy

• He gets to see his daughter again!!

• The other three will be in awe

• They had no idea that Lilia had a daughter

• Sebek.exe has stopped working...

• While Sebek is having a bit of a breakdown trying to come to terms with Lilia having a daughter, Malleus and Silver are actually quite curious

• Malleus himself is definitely curious about the girl who is his elder sister and wants to get to know her

• These four are DEFINITELY overprotective of you

• Even if you know the dangers of your world better than they do

• Lilia's actions are somewhat justified

• He is your father after all

• But it is very clear that Silver and Sebek are following the concerns Malleus has for your safety

• Oddly enough, you are the one to actually get them out of trouble

• Your world has A LOT to teach these four

• Malleus learns to be more open and will actually seek out opportunities to be with other people

• Silver and Sebek both learn that constant guarding and sheltering can be a bit detrimental to Malleus' social health

• So these two learn about letting things go

• This is also one of the many lessons for Lilia

• Lilia knows that you have your own life to live, but he wants to always be there for you

• This is his paternal instincts kicking in, even after so many years

• He's missed all of your childhood, and that makes him sad

• But, he couldn't be more proud of you

• He loves the strong and talented woman you've become

For all the dorms, when a way is found for all of them to go home, they want to bring you back with them. Whether you stay in this world or go back to your father's world, that decision is for you to make. And whatever you choose, these boys will respect that decision.

There we go! Sorry about that! As an isekai lover, I love thinking about all the possibilities, so that's why I did all the dorms.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ツイステッドワンダーランド #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #heartslabyul headcanons #savanaclaw headcanons #octavinelle headcanons #scarabia headcanons #pomefiore headcanons #ignihyde headcanons #diasomnia headcanons #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia

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geekgirles · 4 years

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Till Death Do Us Part! AU

In this AU, Poppy and Branch were once lovers, centuries ago. But one unfortunate event separated them. While Branch's soul was trapped on the material world because of unfinished business, Poppy's travelled through time until it reincarnated. And now they must face the challenges that will come with being reunited after so long.

Before I dwell on the headcanons, I'd like to thank @foxlanaeshrek and @tipolover22 for hearing me rant about it. You rock, my darlings.

And, without further delay...

Back in the 17th-18th Century, Branch was an explorer at the service of his Royal Highness.

He, alongside his crew, sailed all over the world investigating new cultures, animals, and plants.

In one of his travels, he met Poppy. A landlord's daughter.

It was love at first sight.

With her father's consent, they eloped; Poppy becoming his bride and co-captain of his ship.

They travelled together, happy as punch.

Their lives were perfect as long as they had each other and their freedom.

But then, one of Branch's men betrayed him and sold him out to some pirates who were after him for jeopardising a previous scheme of theirs.

The battle was brutal, but the pirates won.

They took Poppy to God knows where, all while Branch couldn't do anything but watch, devastated at the loss of his darling.

Then, it was his turn to pay. But as the captain's sword was about to end his life, he took an oath: he would find Poppy, no matter the price.

After dying, Branch became a ghost alongside his most loyal men (I'm thinking about dividing the Snack Pack into ghosts and reincarnated people).

Turns out, after killing the crew, the pirates left the ship to aimlessly navigate, until it was stranded in a cave in an island, forgotten by all but its inhabitants.

For centuries, Branch did everything in his power to find Poppy's soul, but to no avail. She must have ascended when she died.

Heartbroken, he gave up. Resigning himself to spend all eternity without the light of his life, he and his men stayed at the remains of their ship, a portrait of Poppy as the only reminder of the smile that once illuminated his entire existence.

Present day:

Poppy's soul finally reincarnated as the daughter of a small coast village's mayor. Even if Poppy grew up to be, by far, the happiest, sweetest, most optimistic girl ever, she couldn't help but feel like something, or someone, was missing.

One day, some villagers find the remains of Branch's ship by chance and they soon tell the mayor, since it could be a great opportunity for historical research. Peppy decides bringing Poppy along, since she's always loved History.

At the sight of visitors, Branch and his crew decide to spook them; the last thing they need is some annoying mortals invading their eternal mourning.

They start with little things, to see if they can avoid causing someone a cardiac arrest before getting rid of them. But, seeing none of it works, Branch orders his crew to go all out.

However, as they're about to give the natives the fright of their lives, Biggie spots Poppy. And he calls for Branch.

"C-C-Captain?"

"Yes, Biggie? What is it?"

*Pointing at Poppy* "It... It's her..."

When he turns to the direction Biggie's pointing at, Branch is convinced his heart would've stopped beating hadn't it been still and lifeless for centuries.

There she is... She's as beautiful as the day he lost her.

Those eyes are still the same endless oceans he used to dive in.

Her hair, although now dyed pink instead of the strawberry blond he loved so much, seems as silky as always.

And her smile... Oh, dear Lord... He had no idea he'd missed it so much!!

He's finally found her.

It goes without saying that after finding his beloved after so many years apart on, Branch and his crew are ecstatic.

Deciding they need to know how to get in touch with Poppy, they eavesdrop in the conversation Peppy's having with the historians in charge of the discovery.

Good news: as a History enthusiast, Poppy will probably go visit the ship often.

Bad news: it soon becomes apparent she remembers nothing about who she used to be, or she would remember the ship that was her home for years.

At this, Branch is torn.

On the one hand, his search is over. His Queen is finally within reach, they can be together once again.

On the other, she's living a different life now. She's alive! If he presents himself before her and tells her the crazy tale behind the two of them, he might traumatise her!

Because he still loves her with all his heart (or what remains of it) he decides to let her go. Maybe he'll be able to find peace like that.

What he wasn't counting on, however, is that Poppy would have these strange dreams where, although she's always left with very vague feelings about it, she always experiences the joy of being with the people you love most, before the nightmare begins; when she unconsciously reminisces the pain she felt the day she lost Branch.

In addition, for reasons beyond her understanding, she feels a certain pull towards the stranded ship ever since she first laid eyes on it. As if something was becoming her to go.

Following her instincts, she sneaks out at night to explore the ship.

The ghosts notice her, but being who she is, more importantly, a dear family member they'd been looking for everywhere for decades, they let her do whatever she wants.

And they also know for a fact their captain misses her terribly, too.

I mean, he's looked for her aimlessly while pining like a heartbroken teenager for 300-400 years, why deny it?

By this point, Branch is content just with getting the chance to look at her like he used to, so he also lets her do whatever she wants, anyway.

But then, Poppy makes it to his--their--his chambers; where she notices a portrait of a woman. Curious as she is, she uses the flashlight of her phone to light it up, and is left speechless by what she sees.

The portrait shows a young woman, a woman who looks exactly like her, except for the time period dress and her strawberry blonde hair, which Poppy now has dyed pink.

Then she notices a second portrait, much smaller than the woman's.

This one depicts a young man, very handsome. With intelligent, but caring, blue eyes, raven black hair, a strong jaw, and very well-built.

Without even realising it, the words leave her mouth:

"...Branch?"

At the mention of his name on her lips, Branch feels a new found hope emerging, and he makes his presence known.

Of course, Poppy freaks out.

When he and his men --Smidge, Biggie, and Chenille-- manage to calm her down, they explain things to her. How in her previous life she and Branch were together and sailed the seas for the sake of knowledge and adventure. How death did them part before they even exchanged their vows. How they've been looking for her for centuries...

It's... a lot to take in.

But it's also a chance to get some answers to the questions that had been haunting her throughout her life. She's determined to meet them again.

Branch's goal for the rest of the AU is to find a way to get Poppy back without making her give up her current life, while Poppy's is wrapping her head around the notion of being a reincartion of a woman who was cruelly murdered and separated from her loved ones, at the same time as she finds herself falling for the dead captain that seems to value her more than any jewel in the world.

Oh, and the rest of the Snack Pack, the part that reincarnated alongside Poppy--DJ Suki, Satin, Cooper, and Guy Diamond--, are soon involved and reunited with their long lost friends (and relatives), too.

Let me know what you think!! :D

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #poppy #Branch #Broppy #trolls AU #Till Death Do Us Part! AU #Ghost! Branch #Reincarnated! Poppy #the snack pack #DJ Suki #biggie #guy diamond #smidge #satin and chenille #satin #chenille #Cooper

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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One Night Only 2, Part 7

But what DMs? Who's talking shit about me," you hiss mid-stair. He's halfway down the hall.

"Bring ya ass on," he whisper-yells and you jog over to grab his wrist demanding his focus.

"Tell me."

"I hear you," he says a little forcefully, unzipping the fly to his black Levi's and walking sock-footed into the main bathroom on the way to the toilet.

"Okay so? Why have you never brought any of this up to me? And how many of these messages you been getting?"

"Hella. Bae, get out I gotta piss."

"I need to see these messages."

"You finna see more than that."

"I don't care, I've seen your dick before.. Erik!.."

"Out," he points to the door.

Closing it behind you, you wait in the hall while he does his business. When he opens the door he double-blinks shocked to see you standing so close, glaring up at him.

"You never mentioned it... Don't you think that's something important to tell me?"

"For what," he deadpans. "What would you do with that information?"

"Tell you I'm not cheating!"

"I know you not cheating." He says it so matter-of-factly that it catches you off guard.

"It's just odd. Someone sends you pictures and you aren't the least bit curious?"

"Should I suspect you?"

"Hell nah! I'm very loyal," you scoff. "But with all these seeds being planted in your mind, you never had any doubts about me?"

"Once or twice," he admits, his forearm now resting on the wall over your head.

"WHEN?" Your eyes are wide.

"You remember when I hit you up and you said you was at the studio, but my producer ain't see you?"

Of course I remember that.

"I couldn't figure out why you'd lie to me about something that small."

"Erik, that was the night I wanted to surprise you by having your favorite cheesecake from Sugar's because I was excited you were coming home!"

"I know that now," he smirks sarcastically. It was also the first night we played with food and sex. The cake was a mess, we had to buy new sheets. "Only reason I was trippin then was cuz three niggas DM'd me the same video saying you was in the clubs with 6lack and that I'm a simp cuz the nigga was kissing all down your neck." He rubs down his own thick neck in distaste for the mental image. "I zoomed," he pinched the air, "She looked like you, her skin and her hair. Side profile. The fucked up part was I knew through the business 6lack was tryna collab and you were on to collab with a rapper. Plus I was away for a lil bit. But I looked at that picture real close and I saw she had green polish. Last I'd seen, you were wearing white."

"I've never even- ...what? Erik! You should've told me!"

"No need. Even if the rumors were true, I wouldn't leave you.. Not immediately."

"Not immediately, but you'd dip on my ass and I wouldn't know why." That actually kind of hurts. "I mean, I do get it. Cheating is definitely my dealbreaker."

"Oh for sure. Disloyalty is mine and I hate liars."

"Wow," I mouth just staring at him. "You really never hit me with the questions.."

"I checked up on you to make sure you were straight," he straightens defensively.

"No, I know. I mean clocking my moves. You never did that."

"I'm not your last nigga," his brow raises indignantly. "You know where home is just like I know what I deserve."

"You're right, you deserve the best. You deserve me," you smile, the smile drooping seconds later. "Erik, those messages.. all these lies about me. They really bother me and I know they shouldn't and that I should get used to it but I don't like having my integrity on trial like this. I don't get why people would say so much about someone they've never met, like I'm not a person with emotions."

He unlocks his phone and taps a few times and when he shows you the screen it's his Twitter account. His DM's are packed full of people, just like yours. It suddenly hits you how you never check each others' phones. You never felt a need to check his. He puts his phone in your hand and you scroll opening a random message. It's a nude of a blonde white woman sent with no other information. She's showing pale pink nipples and barbie proportions but he hadn't responded. The next message is one from one of his fan accounts sending him a bunch of hearteyes. He takes over the phone exiting out of that and scrolling. The next message he shows, they'd forwarded a post about you fucking 6lack with a sad face emoji. You open it and have to admit there's a strong resemblance, but you've never, ever cheated on him.

"What the hell? That's not even me, I swear!"

"I know."

"This is raising my blood pressure."

"It goes with the fame. They always talk shit about me being a fuckboy even though I been with you all this time. It just means you're relevant."

"There's gotta be other ways to stay relevant- Shh. Wait... You hear that?"

You listen to the air. It's silent, you just noticed. You decide to peep in on the baby. He's still knocked out. Though it's quiet now, he'd slept through another World War and it makes you wonder how bad Nay and Corey have been cuttin up in that apartment for this kid to be that used to the noise. Nay probably underplayed the severity of the situation.

Erik cracks the door again concealing the baby from your sight to direct you to the stairs with a nod. Leading the way, you head down silently

in search of Anaya. She's not in the living room where you'd left her with Corey and they're not in the kitchen, his favorite place.

"Where did she go," you mouth watching Erik peep through a window and cross the room. You look through the same window, see nothing, and follow Erik as he heads to the hot tub. As you approach, you can hear noises. Splashing, plopping, moaning, and..

"Shit, y'all getting it in ain't you," Erik grins. Anaya's body melts into the water as she grips the edge of the hot tub to hide. Corey hits one more pump and she hits him, not wanting to moan.

"GET OUT," Corey yells sending a splash out of the tub in Erik's direction. It sprinkles you both, but most of the water falls back down as you hop back.

"This my house," Eriks grins.

"And I like to watch," you add, humored by the fact that they can't find it within themselves to stop fuckin.

"Y/N get out!" Anaya splashes, water bouncing from her arch as Corey's hips clap against her ass underwater. You laugh holding your knees so not to fall.

"Get it Nay! That's how you get baby number 2!"

"GET OUT," they both yell in unison.

Back in the house, Erik's eyes are crinkled and he's trying to contain himself like you but you're both actually children and can't stop giggling. In any case, the two seem to be alright now.

"Baby. I wanna finish this conversation." You wait beside the sink looking at his eyes. "As you know, Anaya and I made a fake page and found some of the people who be spreading shit about me. Hate pages and they're mostly mad because I'm with you."

"I saw that shit. Sent them to Quentin and he said he traced the IP addresses of the two Twitter accounts we sent him, but something ain't sit right with me." He pours himself a bowl of Cap'n Crunch and leans against the counter to eat it, smacking loudly. "Who been watching us to know my schedule.. They said some bout me leaving the house and us barely being together. My tour schedule is public but other than that don't nobody but you and my team really know where I be."

"You think it's somebody on your team doing this?"

"Nah, everybody on my team love you and glad you're here to make me more manageable. They feel like they can snitch to you to keep me in line."

That one makes you giggle.

"I think it could be someone on your team. Someone you hired." He stares through you as he chews and you wait for him to finish his theory, on edge. It's all got you paranoid especially when he sits the bowl down unfinished. "Gimme your phone." He looks serious and confused, you hand it over.

"I'll be back," he says zipping up the stairs. Within minutes he's back with shoes on fully dressed grabbing his keys. He kisses you on the cheek and you jog after him to the door.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

"TELL COREY DON'T NUT IN MY TUB," he yells back as you watch him leave.

---

With nothing to do and no one to do it with you decide working on your music is the best use of your time and return to the home studio to work on track six of your album. Last you were there, you couldn't get quite right. Erik could hear it and so could you.

Pursing your lips you slide back up to the computer, put your Drop headphones back on, and play it back. Then you add the rap from earlier and play it back wishing the team was still in the house to give some advise. Hell at this point you'd listen to Courtney, the new and improved nanny.

Nanny...

NANNY.

Before another thought can cross your mind, you're tossing your headphones back on the table and running down the stairs out to the hot tub where Anaya and Corey are in their underwear slow dancing to Marvin Gaye. Rushing in, you immediately start looking for their phones in their pile of clothes.

"Sis. Whatcha doin," Corey asks still looking at Anaya but he can hear me ruffling through their things.

"Looking for a phone, Erik has mine."

"Under y'all coffee table," he says finally making eye contact to see your face twisted in mock disgust. "What.. don't act like y'all niggas don't fuck everywhere in this house."

"It's our house! That's okay though y'all just roll in where we nutted at, it's fine," you wave dismissively.

"Y'all can soak in where we nutted at! Have fun cuh' I skeeted all in this bih-"

"BYE COREY. Stupid ass," I mumble so he hears. I don't have time to play with him I need to call Erik.

"What bitch," he answers and you almost fire off, feathers ruffled and taken aback until you remember you're calling from Corey's number.

"Babe.."

"Y/N," his tone changes. "Sup baby, you okay?"

"Yeah I thought about what you said and the NANNY.. what if it was her? Not Courtney but the one I caught in my stuff.. Raven. She freaked me out."

"I think you might be right, I got her info from your phone. I'm headed to her now."

"You're going to her apartment?"

"Yeah, trust me okay?"

"Okay but I've got a bone to pick with her, I would've went just so I could beat her ass one time."

He snorts. "You're staying out of it. As far as anyone knows, you aren't the one who deals with this shit. You have an image to protect.. unless you wanna be painted as aggressive and reckless like me."

"I don't care."

"Yes. You do."

"And anyway you're not as reckless as they paint it and when you are I like it," you shrug resting your hand on your hip. "You've got character.. and so do I."

"Okay well keep your character over there, you got enough drama on your name."

Hanging up with him, you realize you can't call the bitch either because her contact was in your phone, but that can't be the end of it. It's not that you don't trust Erik, you just want your one hit in. Heading to the hot tub again, you catch Anaya and Corey as they're coming back toward the kitchen.

"ANAYA."

"YES? WHAT," she asks wide-eyed like I'm blowing her high.

"You won't believe this. I think that old nanny, the one who neglected my godson to play dressup in my closet, might be the one who leaked my number."

Immediately she freezes in place. "You know you did contact her before it happened," she points at me connecting dots in her head. "She was probably the type. No, definitely. It was her ass," she nods swinging hands like she's ready to fight.

"Godson?... My son?" Corey looks interested now, chin angled down like it better be a lie.

"Anthony, nigga. I hired her to give Anaya a mental break and the trifling hoe did nothing all day but walk around my house and go through my stuff."

"She ain't even feed or change my son," Anaya adds tapping Corey on his chest. He's pissed all over again, his lip curled in disgust.

"Hell nah where she at," he frowns.

"Erik went to find her and took my phone since he figured it out first. I don't have her information."

"Hell, I do." Anaya jogged up the stairs and returned holding the sleeping Anthony and a slip of paper. "I wrote it down after what she did cause I was ready to find her ass myself but didn't wanna do it here and drag you in it, you got enough problems. Sorry for unlocking your phone, but hmm," she hums as Corey takes the slip scanning it.

"I'm glad you did it," you assure glad to have the information now. Corey's already gone and when he returns he's got your car keys in hand, storming out the front door and you jog after him with your hand out. "Uh uh! Bring my keys back!" He looks at you like you've got to be kidding but when he comes back, you snatch the house key to lock up and toss them back to him. "Now we can go!" This time you don't stop him as he jogs off. You, Anthony, and Anaya are right behind him. It's the fastest Anaya has ever put Anthony in that carseat with him waking up only to look around and out the car windows, touch his shoes, and go back to sleep.

-----

Pulling up to the address you see Erik's car and hop out the passenger side of your car as Corey leaves the car running for sake of the A/C. "Stay here with my son," he orders to Anaya, slamming the door.

"Easy. On. My. Car," you fuss rolling your eyes. The both of you jog ahead to the apartment building and there's no elevator in sight. Without a second thought, he jogs up the stairs and you follow, walking up.

By the time you get there, your legs hurt but you make it to the apartment not sure of whose ass you can beat until your legs recover. You try the door and it's unlocked so you walk in, stopping short before you turn the corner. When you peep around... There standing with his arms folded is Erik in front of Corey who's threatening to kill someone. Never have you ever seen Corey this angry to threaten to kill someone but he's serious. Briefly you wonder why Erik's standing there in front of him like that and not brawling then you peep a little further. There's a gun pointed at them but you can't see who's holding it without exposing that you're there and coming in further. It looks like it's Raven's arm.

"You better pray you don't miss," Corey laughs behind Erik as he moves to block Corey's vital points.

"Say that to my face.. step around," the girl's voice taunts. "Scared?"

Corey is losing control and it finally hits you that Erik's using himself as a shield because the girl won't shoot him.

"COME ON," she challenges. "I don't want you here, I just want HIM," she chuckles.

"Fuck that," Erik retorts. "Never again."

Again?? You almost walk in there but stop yourself. It had to be before you. Yeah, that has to be the case.

"If you strip for me... right... now," she giggles, "I'll let your friend go. Simple. Whaddya say Erik? I promise. Baby, I promise."

Oh hell nah.

"He ain't doing shit bitch, shoot me. I dare you," Corey jumps causing Erik to shift again.

You can't leave and you don't have a phone to tell Anaya to call 911. Besides, neither of you would respect calling 911 anyway it was already out of the question.

But you also know if the bitch is this crazy and Corey is this mad, she will shoot him dead and Erik can't move because he knows she'll shoot Corey. They're stuck and she's taking advantage. There's only one thing left to do.

"BOO BITCH," you yell running around the corner praying you don't die tonight. You anticipate her firing her gun at you and slide as she shoots.. like a boss until she fires down. You try to dodge and get hit in the shoulder before Erik tackles her to the ground almost breaking her hand to seize the gun, snatching it.

"Corey, take Y/N and go," he orders.

"Hell nah! I ain't get shot to leave I'm in this," you fuss.

"She said she ain't leaving till this bitch dead," Corey points to the woman who's pinned to the ground.

"If it's by your hand, I'll accept it," the woman on the ground laughs like a psycho.

"Harpo who this woman?" You stare at Erik's head and he looks back at you briefly, sighing in irritation.

"You wanna talk about this now??"

"Did you put your dick in that bitch? When?"

"When we separated. It was one time."

You gasp. "You was fuckin groupies while we were apart?!"

"Baby.. yes, okay. Damn."

"So what was the difference between me and them? You were really fucking random bitches!!"

"You're not special," the woman he's sitting on teases and you finally get a good look at her to realize it's not Raven at all...

"Who is this bitch," you squint looking down at her.

"SOME BITCH," he yells.

"Psycho bitch," Corey adds. "Slice her fuckin titties off yo."

"Corey... Who's this bitch," you ask.

"Superfan. Stalker ass.."

"What?" Now you're really confused.

"This was never about you. She was tryna get to me," Erik reveals.

"Cuz you fucked her," you blurt.

"YEAH. I FUCKED HER. ONE TIME."

"What you expect," Corey interjects. "I told your ass to go get him, how long you expect him to hold out. Two years? Cut him some slack. Man was going through it."

"Don't worry, I took care of him then, he'll be okay if you walk out again," the girl under Erik giggles pissing you off for the last time.

"Uh uh, Erik get up," you command and initially he ignores you, but you tap his shoulder and gesture for him to stand up.

Groaning, he gestures to your injured shoulder but steps back and the woman chuckles standing up from the floor.

"I'm a beat your ass myself. Woman to woman," you nod feeling her out to see how she'll move. You haven't been in many fights in your life, but win or lose this is one you feel like you need.

"You can try, " she shrugs and you both move trying to find that in. She raises her hands like she's finding a time to swing and you wait doing the same.

"Hit me bitch," she laughs.

"I will," you chuckle ready to boo her.

She jabs and you dodge but her follow-up hits you in the nose knocking you back and you can see Corey in the background balling his lips like a mother saying you better not lose.

She hits you again and you miss her when you swing giving her the chance to grab your injured shoulder. Yelling out in pain, you grab her and scuffle knocking her backward where gravity does the work. She hits her head on the floor and straddle her to return the hits she gave you to her face with interest until Erik pulls you off by your waist holding you back.

"Put me down, I'm a drown her in her own blood!"

"Chill bae, I called my bodyguards. They'll handle her and her funky ass cousin. We need to leave though. Let's just go home.."

You still, calming yourself and smoothing out your hair before scooting to kick her one time in the ribs, "For Anaya," and once more "for Anthony. Now I'm done."

Spinning on your heels and walking out, you head down the stairs where Corey and Erik come down right behind you.

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#one night only #erik killmonger x black reader #erik killmonger x reader

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Opposites Attract

thank you all sm for 3k!

I love every single one of you! thank you for the support and love ! this was supposed to be the go 3k post but I hadn’t finished this one until today, and to be honest I wasn’t happy with the other so, please enjoy! xoxo

pairing - tattoo artist!Yoongi x Jimin

genre - smut, mxm smut, strangers to lovers!AU

warning/tags - Taehyung and Jungkook being an idiot duo but also reliable wingman, Jimin a blushing mess, mom friend of the group, tattoo and piercing mention, drinking, CEO Namjoon, Bartender Jin, drunk flirting, kissing, French kissing, male x male, gay smut, spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, rough sex, Yoongi being big enough to rip Jimin in half, whiny Jimin

summary - sitting in the waiting room of a tattoo shop, Jimin is almost bored considering he hates needles with a burning passion. Jimin can't keep his eyes off the artist Jungkook gets assigned with, and the two idiots team up to get them talking. Once Jimin gets his business card for Jungkook, a number is scribbled on the back. Does he call?

...

“Jimin, you sure you don’t want something? I’ll buy!”

Jimin laughs. Jungkook makes it sound like they’re at an ice cream shop, and the small vanilla cone is on him today. As they step up to the counter, he shakes his head while Taehyung looks through a book of piercings. Jungkook has the tattoo he wants in his hand; a Chinese dragon of sorts.

“Yeah, c’mon Park. You’d look good with a small tattoo or a nose piercing or something,” Taehyung pushed the blonde lightly before shrugging. “Or be boring your entire life.” Jimin huffed as he rolled his eyes, standing behind the two taller boys. It wasn’t that he wanted to be boring, or that he didn’t want any of those things. He already had his ears and his cartilage, but he was afraid of needles and wanted to trust the piercer or the artist if they were going to bring anything that sharp towards his skin.

Jimin placed his small hands on his hips. “Lest we forget, You guys held me down to the piercing chair while they did my ears! You saw how I practically turned green.. I can’t stomach things like this. You guys can have a blast.” Jimin sits down in a chair, the rest following suit as they wait to be called. He’s not even sure what he would get for a tattoo and a nose piercing? Jimin wasn’t sure about any of that, but wasn’t completely opposed to the idea. The blonde just needed firm persuasion.

The trio sat in the lobby for maybe a couple more minutes before a red haired boy with a sharp nose comes out calling Taehyung’s name. Jungkook gives him a hard slap on the back, calling out good luck. Jimin wasn’t even sure what the hell he was getting, but decided to let himself be surprised.

“You nervous?” Jimin asks softly, turning to the youngest as he shrugs.

“Not really! I’ve been waiting for this!”

Jimin figured. Jungkook was more fearless than anyone out of their group considering he’s done cliff diving, risky mountain climbing, and even ate three year old candy. Not life threatening, but it made the group question what the hell was wrong with him.

“Uh.. Jungkook?”

The two looked up at his name being called, but it was a deeper voice than the red haired man. Jimin scanned the raven’s body and face, refreshed in what he was seeing. He couldn’t be younger than twenty four. He had plenty of tattoos littering his pale arms, a nice chest build, and there were something about his eyes that made him intriguing. Jungkook stands leaving Jimin in the waiting room, and sticks out his hand.

“That’s me.”

The artist snorts as he cracks a soft smile, hand grabbing Jungkook’s as they shake. “Hey. I’m Yoongi. I’m going to be doing your back piece today. Any allergies or past cases where you’ve fainted?” Jungkook shakes his head accordingly to each question as the man went through what seemed to be precaution questions. Jimin felt like a freak staring, but he couldn’t help watching the way his mouth moved. It was just fascinating to keep looking, his deep voice could give Taehyung a run for his money. He turned his attention back to his phone as he scrolled through company e-mails before he hears his name being called.

Looking up, he see’s a confused Jungkook. “Hey! Are you coming with or not, Chim?” Jimin figured he wasn’t even allowed back there but the artist spoke up, opening the small little door for the both of them.

“I have an extra seat next to the table, if you’d like to join us?”

Jimin didn’t need another invitation even if the sight was going to make him sick. Standing up, he dusted off his clothes and made his way to the counter while the man stuck out his hand.

“Chim?” He asked, a teasing smile on his face. Jimin’s ears burned almost instantly as he grumbled softly at Jungkook before taking his hand and giving it a soft shake. For a tattoo artist, he figured his hands would be soft since he wore gloves all the time, but they felt a little rough. Jimin liked that.

Shaking his thoughts, he smiled at him. “No! No, my name is Jimin.. This idiot right here just calls me anything else except my own name.” The man laughed as their hands disconnected, repeating his name before leading them back into a room. He followed behind them quietly, fingers playing with the end of his long sleeve shirt as the looked around curiously. So many girls and boys getting tattoos. Jimin thought, couldn’t be me.

Getting to the room, he sits down in the extra chair, watching Jungkook check himself out in the mirror quickly before pulling off his hoodie. Jimin had a more interesting task, looking past his dense friend and at Yoongi’s back. Muscles moving under the fabric as he gets the needles clean. Jungkook clears his throat which makes their eyes meet briefly. Jimin knows that look, and it’s pissing him off because they’re thinking the same thing. You think he’s hot don’t you?

Jimin wasn’t completely out, but some could tell from the way he dressed. Even now, he looked down at the tight black jeans and the striped shirt that he had tucked in, top buttons undone to show his chest. Okay maybe that’s what was giving him away, but he still thought of himself subtle. Once Yoongi sat down, Jimin refocused his attention to him as the man laughed.

“You don’t want to get anything?”

Jimin knew this question was going to come up but he laughed a little, hands folding neatly in his lap. “No.. I do—“

“Nah, He hates needles bro.” Jimin rolled his eyes, thanking god that he could count on Jungkook to sum it up. Yoongi laughs a little as he starts to wipe down the skin before huffing.

“Ah.. Honestly, they don’t hurt as much as you might think. Depends where you get them too,” He hummed, reassurance filling Jimin’s body. “Hey, I’ll be right back, I need to grab more ink.. Hoseok—!” He calls, walking towards the next room, assuming that was his red haired counterpart. Jimin watches him go, like his eyes were just following him everywhere. He didn’t want to be needy, but it was a long time since Jimin had a boyfriend and this man was definitely—

“Your type!”

Jimin groaned. “What?”

“Idiot,” Jungkook scoffed, sending back his snapchats to all the girls in his phone. “I think he’s your type.. He’s totally into you. You guys should fuck.” Jimin’s eyes got wide as he looked in the direction the raven had walked, leaning forward in his seat. Jungkook laughs at the reaction, shaking his head as they snap a quick picture to send to Taehyung. Jimin fiddles with his fingers as he wonders how they would even get to talking, or hanging out. Or if he was just way in over his head.

“You think?”

Jungkook nods as the tattoo artist comes back in the room. He does a one-over of Jimin that doesn’t go unnoticed before sitting down, and cracking his knuckles. Jimin sat back into the chair and checked twitter while they got started on the tattoo, flicking his eyes up every couple seconds to check on Jungkook… and maybe Yoongi. He just seemed effortlessly attractive, like he either wasn’t aware of how good he looked, or just didn’t care. Either way, Jimin was rambling in his own mind and almost missed a call from Namjoon.

Grumbling, Jimin picks up the phone and holds it to his ear, rolling his eyes at the sound of Jin and Joon laughing in the background before answering.

“Hey! Jimin, where are you? We just stopped by your house and no one was home!” Jungkook winces at the volume of the call.

“Is that Namjoon on the phone?” Jimin nods. “Tell Him I said hi!”

Jimin sighs, rubbing his temple. “Jungkook says hi. Also, why did you stop by my house? If I see someone’s dick print against my window, tell Jin I’m gonna melt all of his favorite mugs at the office.” The line goes silent, and he knows that’s exactly what they’re doing. “You guys are idiots. We’re at the tattoo shop downtown. Kook and Taehyung dragged me.” Yoongi looks over at the conversation, Jimin’s eyes meeting for a second before he ducks his head apologetically. He gives him a small smile that leaves Jimin’s heart speeding up, but he’ll never admit it.

“That a boyfriend?” Yoongi whispers, which makes Jimin stumble over his words. Jungkook snorts softly, shaking his head up at the artist who was over his back.

“Nah, he’s single.”

Jimin could think of a million reasons why he would ask. Maybe just plain curiosity, but knowing Jimin, he was going to obsess over it anyways. He talks for a few more minutes on the phone with Namjoon, guessing they were at the bar since it was after work. After being able to finally hang up, Jimin sighed as he rested his hands over his eyes. Namjoon drunk was one thing, but both him and Jin was just like taking care of Jungkook for an hour.

Jungkook hums. “What did he want?”

“In essence, he’s wondering if we’re going to Champs with them on Friday?” Jimin laughs as he see’s Jungkook get visibly excited.

“Yes! We’re going! We always go on limbo night!” Jimin laughs even harder, holding his stomach as he texted Taehyung the new plans. “Plus we can find you a boyfriend!” Jimin bristles at those words, balling his hand into a fist to punch the youngest hard in the side of his leg.

“Will you shut the fuck up?”

Yoongi laughs softly at the banter, but besides that, nothing more was said. Taehyung ended up joining them in the waiting room, him and Jimin playing iMessage games to pass the time. Naturally, Taehyung kicked his ass at 8ball and cup pong, so that got boring real quick. Jungkook even decided to join in so they can play crazy eights, even though they teamed up to make Jimin lose. Having enough, he placed his phone face down which left dumb and dumber whining. Jimin was focused on the dragon that was coming together on Jungkook’s back, ignoring them as he shifted closer to the needle.

Yoongi hummed along to the playlist in the background. “Can you see okay?” Jimin nodded as he continued to go over the faint lines of the scales, making the blonde curious how long he’s been doing it. His two fingers play with his bottom lip momentarily before pointing to the ink.

“Kook, that doesn’t hurt?” The brunette in question shook his head as Taehyung kicked his ass in golf. Jimin pushed his hair back, falling into his eyes as he inspected the machine.. more importantly, Yoongi’s hands. They were red at the knuckles, veins prominent in his skin. This was like the poster-child for what Jimin was interested in. He knows Jungkook is going to make fun of him for it, but he doubts that he and Yoongi will ever see each other again, so he soaks it up. “How long have you been doing this for?”

The raven shrugs, teeth over his bottom lip in concentration. “I apprenticed in college, just as a part time job. I liked the job more and more everyday, and finally once I graduated college, I just came here full time.” Jimin nodded intently, ignoring the kissy faces Jungkook made at him. “I know that if I ever lose the passion, I have a degree to fall back on but.. I hope that never happens.”

“Me either!” Jimin says softy, and maybe a little too quickly. “I think the piece you’re doing now is really gorgeous, Yoongi.” Jimin swears he sees a tint of pink dusting against his nose at the compliment, but the look that Yoongi gives him when they meet eyes is something else. Just genuine happiness as he smiles. Jimin needed to get out of this damn store before his heart bursts.

“Oh um.. Thank you!”

Jimin nods a ‘your welcome’, hand holding up his head as he watches Yoongi work. It was hypnotizing.

Soon enough, Taehyung and Jungkook are practically wrestling in the front lobby as the older of the two tries to five star his back. Jimin doesn’t even want to imagine how that would feel against the new ink. Placing his hands on his hips, he and Yoongi watch them scramble to get out of the door as Taehyung yells shotgun. Pinching his nose, Jimin turns to the register and pulls out his card and handing it to the artist. Jungkook was paying him back later.

“I’m sorry about them,” He grumbles, crossing his arms loosely as he looks at the vans on his feet. “They never know how to act in public… It’s like taking care of actual toddlers.” Yoongi huffs out a laugh while inspecting the card, swiping it shortly after.

“So it seems. You must be the most mature out of them—“ He scans the card again to look for his full name. “— Park Jimin? That’s a nice name.” Jimin’s cheeks burn as he pockets his card, enjoying the way it rolled off his tongue.

“Thank you…” He’s about to high tail it out of there before Yoongi hands him a small business card and some ointment in a jar. “Oh, uh.. is this for him?”

Yoongi nods, biting his lip. “Yup. Tell him to apply the ointment every day just to make sure there isn’t any irritation, and to call me if anything comes up okay?” Jimin looks down at the card in his hands before giving him a small smile, turning towards the door. He waved bye, watching Yoongi give him a firm nod back before focusing on the computer.

Jimin inspected the card, going to pocket that as well before two cards came out. Jimin’s eyebrows jump up as he turns on his feet.

“Hey, yo—“ Yoongi was nowhere to be found, leaving Jimin shrugging as he finally exited the store and made his way to his Jungkook’s car in the parking lot. He squinted as the two idiots were leaned against the car, smirking. Jimin is about to cuss them out for one, leaving him alone with a hot guy. Two, for making him pay. Before he can slap Jungkook’s arm hard, a small number on the second card has him curious as he splits them apart fully, stomach dropping at the sight.

“So, did you guys fuck in the lobby?” Jungkook and Taehyung high five at the latter’s response, before also looking at the card. Taehyung laughs. “Damn you got his number!! Did you ask?”

Jimin shakes his head slowly, staring at the two cards he was given, now realizing it wasn’t a mistake. The first card was really for Jungkook, the work cell and his email scribbled on the card. The second card however, says personal cell. Jimin looks up to his other friends, eyes wide as he shows them the numbers and praying he wasn’t seeing things. Jungkook hoots loudly in celebration before getting into the car and starting it.

Once he’s in the car, Jimin finally speaks. “Did you guys plan this or something?”

“No. We’re smart but not that smart.” Right. “We did run out to the car so you guys could talk, and I already forwarded your money. I was hoping maybe he’d ask you for a date or something like that, but I guess fate had another thing coming for you today.” Jimin laughs in shock, buckling himself in as they drive out of the lot.

Fate, huh?

...

Jimin huffed as Taehyung unbuttoned his shirt a little bit, and ruffling his hair in the mirror of the bar before they retreated to his seat.

“Was that necessary?” He grumbled, finding Namjoon and Jin together as they sat back down at their seats.

Taehyung nodded as he downed the rest of his drink. “Yes! Since you haven’t texted your obvious soulmate back, we need a plan b!” Jimin stars at his phone, slightly feeling guilty that he hadn’t shot the tattoo artist a text.

“Plan B?” Namjoon groans questioningly, eating the onion rings they served at the bar. Honestly, Namjoon looked too tired. Not wanting to dance, or really slam alcohol. He had barely touched the fruity margarita that Jin had made him from behind the counter. Being the CEO was a hard job and Jimin, being his personal assistant, saw how much weight he had on his shoulders.

“We can talk about plan B plater,” Jimin hums, pushing the small umbrella to the other side of the glass. “You okay? You need a stronger drink or something?” The blonde hated seeing his boss not having a good time when he deserved it. Namjoon shrugged, playing with his straw. Jimin patted his back, nudging Jungkook to make his elder laugh a little while he’s gone.

He’s a little worried as he leaves them alone, but feels better once he sees Namjoon laughing with the two. He hums as he slides into a seat at the bar, watching Jin fill a pyramid full of shots. Jimin knew Jin loved this job, especially because he could relax on the weekends. When he wasn’t at Namjoon’s side for being the Vice, he was here slinging drinks and doing a damn good job.

“Here for Namjoon?” Jin laughs, sliding a drink down the bar to a patron before leaning forward so the blonde can hear him better. “I think he’s stressed about the the huge pitch he’s making to the board and the company party next week.. I really hope it works out. You know better than anybody how hard he’s been putting everything together, so… The usual?” Jimin nods as he watches Jin pour them drinks, leaning into the warmth on his arm as he figures it’s Namjoon.

“Jin has it coming up,” Jimin laughed softly, looking up to meet the deep eyes of the artist before he’s jolting back into another patron. Throwing a ‘sorry’ over his shoulders, Jimin’s fingers become restless. “Yoongi! What uh.. what are you doing here?” Jimin watches the raven laugh softly, his red haired friend in tow behind him. Jimin feels like he’s ready to throw up his guts as he stays still in shock.

Yoongi laughs quietly. “Same as you. To just relax.. What a coincidence, hm?” Jimin squints at him, unsure if he was trying to mess with him or anything. He’s glad Jin had slid him two drinks already to go be busy down the line. Jimin didn’t want the elder to start hovering and asking many questions that he didn’t know how to answer.

“Uh.. Yeah I guess,” He chirps, looking at him before the artist notices the two drinks next to him.

His gaze almost dulls. “Oh.. are you here with someone?” Jimin’s heart sank, looking at the face that was almost impossible to read. Jimin didn’t want him to think that he was taken.

“Oh! No no!” He waved his hands in the air, grabbing the drinks. “No, I’m here with my friends. The two guys from the shop and then my boss.. Who is also a long time friend?” He laughed a little at the end, realizing that sounded weird. He gestured to the table as if to ask the raven if he’d like to go over there. He nodded with a grin, nudging his friend that came along as they all made it to the table.

“Your boss isn’t as crazy as that duo that was with you, right?”

Jimin giggles as they approach the table. “Nah, Namjoon is way more chill than them.”

“Namjoon?” The two behind Jimin repeat in shock, and as the blonde sets the two glasses down in front of the aforementioned man, his eyes widen. Before he can even mention to Namjoon about the drink, Namjoon is getting up and throwing his arm around Yoongi and his red-haired counterpart. Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung stand floored as they hall exchange hugs and laughter.

The trio looked at each other as if to say; y’all seeing this too?

“You guys… know each other?” Jungkook asks dumbfounded, while Namjoon nods and sips his drink before throwing a thank you to Jimin over his shoulder.

“Wait, hold on. How do you guys know each other?”

Jimin pinched his nose at the sound of Namjoon returning the question. They went through the story, of how the three were at the tattoo shop which started them on another whole story about how Jimin even stepped foot in the place. Jimin learned a lot of things in the twenty minutes they spent sharing stories, like how Namjoon used to go out and party every night that he could. Once Jin stepped over and saw Yoongi, they were really reminiscing things like the one night they set a dumpster on fire, or Hoseok body-slamming a ping pong table.

Jungkook looks intrigued almost, and Jimin quickly scolds them to stop before the idiot gets any ideas. Their laughing dies into a soft rumble in their chest, Namjoon finally thanking him properly for the drink before eyeing the younger trio.

“So.. Yoongi was plan A?” Jimin bristles as he hears that, avoiding the set of eyes that he knows is on him right now. Jungkook starts laughing a little as he puts his arm over Yoongi’s shoulder, like they were friends.

Taehyung clears his throat. “Well, Jimin was obviously into him, and we figured he would’ve texted him by now but hasn’t.” Jimin’s hoping someone will just shut them the hell up.

“Oh! Is that so?” The sly tone comes from Hoseok, as he punches Yoongi in the arm. “Yoongi is one to keep to himself, you know? Nothing really amuses him, but after you three showed up at the shop, he’s been a little more chipper and smiley.” It was Yoongi’s turn to curse under his breath, face turning a little red as he and Jimin make eye contact. The blonde chuckles lightly at the other three men hollering as they teased their friend for ‘finally finding someone’.

It seems like a thousand years until everyone is chatting to themselves, Jimin and Taehyung coaching Jungkook on how to pick up a girl he sees across the club. He notices that the two duck away from him once Yoongi appears at his side, and Jimin wants to claw his way out to of the club. He couldn’t stall anymore.

“Small world, hm?” Yoongi smiles, and Jimin soaks in the sight. Turning his chair towards the table, he leans forward on his elbows to hear the raven better as he rests against the table.

Jimin laughs. “It really is… I would’ve never even imagined that you all knew each other.” Yoongi shrugs, plucking the cherry that came with Jimin’s drink and setting it into his mouth. He couldn’t tell if he was trying to be smooth, or flirting subtly, but it was working. They sit silent for a little before Jimin is getting ready to burst. “I’m sorry for not texting you..”

Yoongi lets out a breath of what sounds like relief.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to, or wasn’t attracted or,” They both laugh as Jimin is digging his hole deeper. “What I’m trying to say is, that I just didn’t know what to say? I didn’t want it to be lame or anything.” He bites his lip while laughing to himself, knowing he sounds like an Idiot. Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind as he moves to stand even closer to the blonde.

“No, It’s okay. I honestly wouldn’t have known what to say anyways if we did text.. Guess I’m lucky we’re meeting up again like this.” Jimin agrees, fixing the buttons on his shirt. “You look good tonight, Jimin.” Jimin blushes furiously as the looks down at the outfit, and taking a moment to take in what he was wearing. His eyes follow slowly over his body as Yoongi is dressed in a black shirt, and black jeans. The leather jacket was what brought it together for Jimin, making him a thousand times more attractive.

“You look good as well… Like really good,” he gushes, fingers pulling the zipper of his jacket to almost tug him closer. Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to step even closer, standing in between the blonde’s legs. Jimin smiles up at him. “So.. Is it just a coincidence you came here tonight, or did Jungkook put you up to this?”

Yoongi takes a look over at the brunette in question. “No. Actually, when you guys were talking about this bar at the shop, I figured that maybe me and Hoseok could go have a drink since it’s been forever.” Jimin squints. “Alright… Maybe I wanted to see if you were going to be here.” Jimin laughs as he looks down to his hands in his lap, playing idly with his fingers. Jimin felt like he was a teenager gushing over some random jock at his school, unable to keep conversation. He’s interested just how interested Yoongi is interested in him. Okay, that was one too many interested’s.

Taehyung breaks the silence between them. “Kiss him, Park!” Jimin wants to laugh at the sight of Namjoon smacking the back of the silver haired boys head, but he is rooted to his seat. Mortified at the words. He groans for what seems like the hundredth time, while Yoongi laughs and places his hand over Jimin’s nonchalantly like it was natural for them.

The whine in Jimin’s voice is prominent. “I wish these idiots would disappear.”

“On that note, I was thinking maybe we could go back to your house and just hangout?” Yoongi sounds a little nervous asking, but Jimin easily forgives.

“Are you trying to hook up with me, Min Yoongi?”

Yoongi enjoyed the way his name came out of the boy’s mouth, grinning a small smirk as he shrugs.

“Would that be so bad?” Jimin slaps his upper arm lightly before Yoongi breaks into laughter. “I’m only kidding. Maybe. But seriously. I wanna get to know you… Does that sound too weird?”

Jimin shakes his head. “Not at all. I’d enjoy that.”

Once the club got boring, (and Jimin was fed up with the kissy faces of his friends), he and Yoongi decided to go back to his house. Jimin was glad they took separate cars considering he was basically shaking. He wasn’t scared, and after talking to Yoongi more, he wasn’t all that nervous. Jimin being Jimin, he was worried about small things like how his house looked or how it would be when they were alone. Okay, screw it. He was nervous, even more so as he pulled into the parking spot, Yoongi taking the guest space right next to him. They both got out, not really exchanging words as Jimin led him up to his apartment and unlocked the door.

He let Yoongi in, and the first thing the raven did was grab Jimin’s cheeks before pressing their lips together. To say Jimin was floored was an understatement, not even having a chance to kiss back before the lip assailant was red faced and shutting the door behind him.

“Sorry,” he breathed. “I wanted to do that since I saw you at the bar… there was just a lot of pressure.” He understood, a geeked smile on his face as he shook his head.

“No it’s okay!”

Jimin kicked off his shoes, Yoongi following suit, and moving towards the kitchen as he opened a cabinet. “Would you like a drink? I have wine, but I also have beer and maybe some rum?” Yoongi stands awkwardly at the entryway before trotting further into his home. He ends up picking out some spiced rum Jimin kept in the cabinet, pouring it into a glass with coke. Jimin on the other hand, as manly as he’d like to think he could be, he was a sucker for some red wine.

Turning on the flatscreen in the living room, they seat themselves on the huge couch he had decorated with various pillows and fuzzy blankets. Jimin pulls his knees to his chest while Yoongi man spreads, and Jimin wasn’t going to say it was making him think some… thoughts.

“This couch feels like heaven.. All the pillows and blankets, god I could just fall asleep right here.”

Jimin nods vigorously. “I know right! My friends call this the death couch since everyone always knocks out on it.” Yoongi finds the laugh that Jimin emits extremely adorable, like his heart is punching his sternum. He really should smack Hoseok for telling everyone how soft Yoongi was getting for this blonde man, but he couldn’t fight the truth. Something about the puffy cheeks and his lips were doing a number too him. He couldn’t forget about the thighs, but that was another category.

“I can see why. It’s like a place I’d fall asleep doing sketches late at night.” Yoongi grins along with Jimin, as the blonde sips his wine before setting it down on the coaster.

“To be honest,” he sighs, pulling a pillow into his chest. “I do fall asleep here a lot with my laptop open.”

Yoongi cocks his head. “Doing what?”

“Well, I don’t have an office here, and I hate staying at work too late so I often fall asleep here when I schedule Namjoon’s things and set up meetings.” Yoongi does a little ‘ah’ before perking up like he was forgetting something.

“How is it? Working for Namjoon? I meant to ask but your friends were basically telling us to fuck in the bar.” Jimin snorts softly as he shrugs.

“It’s like working for any other boss. It’s easy that we’re good friends so we rarely get into huge disagreements, but I have to take care of him. He forgets to eat, and doesn’t know ho to take a break.” Yoongi interjects with a ‘sounds like Joon’. “I schedule his meetings with clients and the board. I really enjoy my job.” Jimin grins, proud of himself while Yoongi hums.

“I’m glad. You deserve to have a not-so physical job.”

Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Yeah? And why is that?”

“Because, you’re too hot for manual labor.” He and Jimin break into a fit of laughter, both their cheeks a little red before they jump into conversation about how Yoongi found the passion to do tattooing. Jimin listened with owlish eyes, wondering how someone even had the hand patience for that. Jimin, again, could never. “You think you’d ever get a tattoo?” Jimin shrugs at the question, finger running around the rim of his glass.

“Maybe… depends of what, and if you’re gonna tattoo me.” Yoongi grins, eyes adverting down to his hands before back up to Jimin’s face. Yoongi’s wondering if they’re thinking the same thing. Yoongi’s eyes are trained on Jimin’s lips, teeth grazing over them as they sit in comfortable silence. He feels himself move towards Jimin almost like a magnet, and is pleasantly surprised once he notices Jimin does the same. It’s a little awkward at first, both their heads tilting the same way and not finding a certain rhythm. Once it locks into place, it’s smooth sailing for the both of them.

Yoongi finds himself smiling into every movement, hand coming up to rest on Jimin’s neck to tilt his head back. Jimin, on the other hand.. his head is racing. His hands are stuck awkwardly clutching his wine glass in his lap, even though he’s just dying to touch him back. He also feels himself start to sweat, like he’s forgotten how to kiss and Yoongi’s just guiding him. Not that he minds. He’s an amazing kisser.

Jimin ends up pulling away first. “Sorry,” he laughed softly, setting his glass of wine on the table. Yoongi waves off his apology, before he is leaning back in. Yoongi feels like he’s in high school again, buzzing with excitement. He’s not sure what it is about the particular blonde that his client set in front of him, but he knows that it’s the goodness he needs in his life. Someone who can keep him on his toes. Yoongi thinks that it’s him.

Jimin is pulling him closer by the jacket collars, pressing their lips together more messily than the first time. Yoongi laughs at the eagerness of the kiss, but he doesn’t mind it. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been dying to kiss him all night. Even if they kinda-sorta just met? The raven thinks it might be extra, but instead of the weird twisted positions they’re in, he grabs the back of Jimin’s thighs to pull him over his lap. The blonde enjoys the new arrangement, skin bubbling at the feeling of the artists hands on the back of his thighs.

He’s never really thought of that area as an intimate place, but the way Yoongi grabs them.. like he’s dying to just feel his skin. Jimin laughs against Yoongi’s lips as their noses bump, before he’s finding purchase in the locks of his hair. Jimin’s heart was racing now as the kiss started getting deeper. He decided to say fuck it as he tugged on the raven’s bottom lip with his teeth, biting gently before diving back in. Jimin’s tongue was foreign inside Yoongi’s mouth, and the raven wasn’t opposed as he opened his lips to let Jimin do as he pleased. The grip on his thighs are getting harder, more strained as the blonde kissed him deeper, sucking on his tongue lewdly.

Usually, Yoongi might find this embarrassing. He was never really into kissing with much tongue. He groans into Jimin’s mouth as he continues, and Yoongi concludes that he finds it the sexiest thing on earth. Maybe his favorite thing now. He’s quick to pull Jimin’s chin down with his thumb to move his own tongue inside his mouth, and was pleased. They’re both practically panting as neither decides to come up for air, Jimin only breaking apart once Yoongi moves his hands to his ass.

“Hey,” he breathed, biting his lip as he pushed back into the hands. “I thought you said we weren’t gonna hook up?” That earns him an almost devious chuckle from the boy under him, Yoongi attaching his lips to the column of Jimin’s throat. Jimin can’t describe what he’s thinking when he feels Yoongi’s teeth against his skin, but it’s nothing innocent. And the thinking’s done by his dick.

Yoongi hums. “No. What I said was that wouldn’t be so bad.”

“What a tease.” They both share a brief laugh, Jimin humming as they looked at each other. “I think Taehyung and Jungkook bet money on us hooking up.” Jimin looks down at the space between their chests, face heating up. Yoongi snorts, hand coming up to squish Jimin’s cheeks.

“I wouldn’t doubt it. The little bit they pulled at the shop said it all.”

Jimin perked up. “Wait what? You could tell?” Yoongi grins, thumb running over Jimin’s pulse in his neck and it’s driving him fucking crazy. He wants to sink his teeth into every inch of Jimin’s neck since it’s looked like it hasn’t been touched in months.

“It was kind of obvious,” He sighs, hands traveling to rest against his hips while his thumbs felt his skin. “They’re clever idiots, I’ll give them that. They talk awfully loud, but the fact that you were shamelessly checking me out was what topped it off.” Jimin dropped his forehead into Yoongi’s chest, groaning as he wished he could disappear in thin air. He really thought he was slick. Lifting his head up, he wants to explain himself, and most likely go on a rant about how hot Yoongi was.

Pulling him close, he decides he’s going to kiss him instead.

Within seconds, they’re back to kissing hungrily on the couch. Yoongi’s fingers are slowly moving inch by inch up Jimin’s back to pull him closer. Jimin’s skin breaks out in little bumps at the new feeling, pads of rough fingers dancing across his skin. He’s sure the raven has felt it considering the smirk against Jimin’s lip, but he doesn’t do much to comment on it. Jimin’s trying to focus on kissing him, as if it was his one task, but Yoongi’s agenda is throwing him off as he pulls Jimin’s hips right over his cock.

He breathes hard against Yoongi’s lips, hands fisting in the plain black shirt he’s wearing. Moving his lips from the blonde’s mouth, Yoongi decides to start up at his neck again. He occupied his tongue as he licked against spots before biting them, Jimin giving a soft pant as Yoongi’s hips push up into his own. He doesn’t know why it feels so good, like all his senses are heightened. He thinks it might be the fact that guys just got straight to fucking, like foreplay didn’t exist. Even if they hadn’t really done anything, the touches and kissing were working Jimin up pretty good.

Yoongi sucks purple marks against Jimin’s collarbone, fingers pulling apart his shirt as the buttons pop loose one by one. Yoongi is marveling in the sight of his toned chest, kissing the soft skin down to his sternum before marking the area. He doesn’t miss the way Jimin whines when his fingers brush against his nipple, smirking against his skin as he twisted the bud in-between his fingers. He wonders how sensitive the blonde really was, but the breathy moan Yoongi receives once he teethes his nipple is a good enough answer.

Jimin, on the other hand, is just falling loose in Yoongi’s hands. The way his mouth works slowly down his torso has his head spinning. Not to mention the feeling of his hard dick against his own, which seriously has him considering if he was even going to fit. The biggest Jimin had was maybe five inches, but he’s almost sure Yoongi is a solid seven and a half, give or take. Either way, he pushes himself down against the erection to feel it again, Yoongi groaning deeply as he grips Jimin’s thighs.

“Fuck don’t do that,” He grumbled, eyes lidded as he looked up to the assailant. Jimin can’t do anything besides give him a bratty smile, putting his own hands up Yoongi’s shirt. He’s floored as he feels the tight muscle underneath the skin, rippling with every movement. Neither parties have an answer for why the pace moves from experimental to almost animalistic as Yoongi’s hands rip apart the rest of Jimin’s shirt, throwing the fabric comically behind his head. Jimin, in turn, is scrambling to get Yoongi’s shirt over his torso and onto the couch as their lips smash together for what feels like the seventh time that night.

Yoongi can’t explain why he’s moving so fast, why his nimble fingers are pulling Jimin’s pants down the best he can before he says screw it. Pushing himself froward off the couch, he gives Jimin time to stand on his feet before pulling him towards the bedroom. Jimin’s nerves are on high alert as they stumble through the hallway, bumping into the paintings on the wall and other doorways.

It’s like they’re in high school and hooking up like amateurs, trying desperately to be touching each other at all times. Jimin laughs against Yoongi’s lips at the feeling of his back hitting the surface of his bedroom door before it opening all the way and hitting the wall.

“You sure are eager,” Jimin breathes, breaking apart to step out of his pants and kick them to the side while Yoongi grabbed his ass.

He didn’t reply at first, a sadistic grin on his face as he looked down at his pants to push them off as well. “You’re the one who already has their pants off.” Yoongi thinks it’s a lame comeback, but Jimin doesn’t argue. The blonde snickers, sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling Yoongi by his face as they kiss again. The older male leans over Jimin, pushing his back against the bed as they continue, hands wandering down the sides of his thighs.

Yoongi rolls his hips forcefully into Jimin’s, the almost bare contact is having both males groan rather loudly in the small room. Jimin is thanking god he picked the apartment all the way on the end, and that his neighbors were currently on a trip. There was not a chance in hell he’d be able to be quiet tonight. Rolling his hips back into Yoongi’s, Jimin wraps his arm around his neck and presses their chests together.

“Do you uh, do you have—“

Jimin nodded, out of breath. “It’s in the drawer, next to my bed.. Are you clean?” Yoongi grabbed the bottle of lube and nodded at the question, laughing. “I don’t really hook up with guys.. Have only done it maybe twice. But yeah, I’ve been tested before.” Jimin’s eyebrows arch at the statement, wondering what had changed.

Pushing himself up the bed more, he looks at Yoongi in the dim light of his bedroom and is wondering how he got blessed with this sliver of gold. This sacred hookup, or something like that. Jimin wouldn’t even mind them doing this again, and again, but knowing how clingy he is.. He wants to hold hands and cuddle; the needy side of the whole endeavor.

Jimin jumps a little bit at the feeling of fingers in the waistband of his underwear, but reassures the raven with a glance as to tell him continue. Yoongi breathes, nodding as he pulls the pair down his legs and onto the floor. Jimin is more shy than he thought he would be, cheeks heating up as his dick practically flops out. It’s not a bad size. Six inches leaning against his stomach, the girth pretty average. Nothing impressive, nothing like Yoongi was packing, but Jimin can tell that Yoongi is more than satisfied.

Jimin isn’t sure what the raven’s next move is, dark eyes scanning his body slowly, unzipping his own pants slowly like his eyes are locked on his body. Yoongi stares for a little longer, biting his lip gently before pushing his own bottoms down to the floor and stepping over them. The noise that leaves Jimin’s mouth is… nothing that can be formed into a word. Yoongi laughs a little at the noise, considering it happens once the blonde sees his dick, but he shrugs. Shrugs like his dick wasn’t practically eight inches.

“indescribable, isn’t it?”

Jimin slaps his arm playfully as the elder looms back over his body, flashing teeth before leaning down to bite marks into his skin. Yoongi sucks hickeys into his sternum before moving down to his stomach and even lower. The blonde doesn’t miss the instructions, turning around as quickly as possible before his cheeks heat up. This position left him no pride at all, head turning as far as it could to see the raven behind him.

A hard slap landing on his ass is just as surprising as it is sexy, chills running through his skin. Jimin never really thought he’d been into spanking, but if this was how the night was going to go, he had no objections. Pushing back into the palms, Jimin laughs breathily as Yoongi grabs both of his cheeks with two hands, spreading them forcefully. He’s not sure what to think considering the growl-like moan leave Yoongi’s throat, but Jimin sighs anyways as the elder levels the score on the other cheek.

With a little prep and slow movements, Yoongi was pushing inside Jimin until he was to the base, breathing heavily. The bottom was holding on for dear life considering he never had anything bigger than… honestly he can’t even remember at this point as the feeling is too overwhelming.

“You okay?” Yoongi breathes, hands carefully on Jimin’s hips as he pulls out slowly. Jimin wants to respond, squeaking loudly as the elder pushes into him forcefully. Jimin moans out loudly, eyes squeezing shut as he breathes heavily, almost panting.

“Fuck.. fuck im okay.”

Yoongi snickers at the response, starting at a pace that was pleasurable for the both of them, watching his cock disappear into Jimin’s ass. Yoongi finds it incredibly sexy the way Jimin falls apart in his hands, a panting breathy mess as he fucks him slowly. Jimin is holding on with a couple of strings, fisting his hands into the sheets. He never would’ve thought that a guy he’d meet at the tattoo shop, would be in his bed fucking his brains out. That’s not where he was, but Min Yoongi was sure as hell feeling it.

“You’re literally perfect you know that?” Yoongi asks, grabbing handfuls of Jimin’s ass and spreading them apart so he can reach deeper inside of him. “I w-was so fucking interested in you when I met you at the shop… m’ super glad that you didn’t have a boyfriend.” The raven is out of breath as he talks, holding his shoulder like a handle as he grabbed the side of his neck. Jimin tilts his head back a little, the strong hands of the artist keeping him grounded as he lets out a moan once the pace starts to pick up. Loud smacks are heard across the room, Jimin puffing out a breath with each one.

There was something about the elder that made Jimin want to just let him take care of him, and take control. He was pretty fucking good at it, hands roaming the blonde’s body as he lands his palm on Jimin’s ass again.

“Shit,” he breathed, making Yoongi grin and do it again. Jimin has no words, mouth open in a silent moan while dropping his head into the mattress. Jimin could feel every inch of Yoongi, and once he starts to take deeper, slower strides, Jimin is done for. “You’re.. really fucking big..” It’s a lame compliment, but Jimin can’t think of anything else to say right now besides cursing. Yoongi doesn’t reply as both hands hold his hips carefully, fucking his cock into him easier than before. Jimin pushes his ass against his hips, trying to get the most out of the feeling like his head (and dick), wasn’t going to explode.

Yoongi, on the other hand, is the most vocal he’s ever been. Low moans throughout the room as he feels himself getting closer as well, moving harder and faster to chase something he hasn’t felt in a while. Just cumming was one thing, but Yoongi’s fucked out mind is craving the connection in sex. For a second he thinks he’s found it, which is why he bends over Jimin’s figure, hands covering the younger’s before lacing their fingers.

Jimin smiles lazily at the feeling of their hands intertwined, and doesn’t miss the soft kissing Yoongi places into the side of his neck. It makes everything feel a little better as his senses are definitely on high, gripping the sheets as well as he let out soft moans.

“Yoongi, I’m close,” He panted, alerting his partner. Either Yoongi didn’t hear him, or didn’t care because he was fucking him harder than before and Jimin’s eyes were going crossed. Jimin couldn’t hold his voice in even if he tried at this point, moaning loud and quick as Yoongi fucked into his prostate over and over again— practically abusing the nerves. As the raven sped up the pace, Jimin felt drunk off of the pleasure while Yoongi was growling into the side of his neck.

Reaching around to grab his dick, Yoongi started to pump Jimin in time with the thrusts, throwing him over the edge.

“F-fuck!!” he whined loudly, moaning the man’s name as his legs went almost numb. His head tilted back as his body spasmed, cumming all over the sheets under his stomach. Yoongi didn’t stop until he was helping Jimin through his high, milking him dry before letting out a long hard moan as he finally came inside of Jimin. Giving a last few good thrusts, he stops, panting hard over the blonde.

Coughing, Yoongi pulls out. “I n-never cum that fast.” Jimin’s eyes widen as he falls into the bed, turning back to Yoongi with a horrified look.

“You go longer than that?”

The grin Yoongi gives him before falling down into the spot next to the blonde is almost enough to turn him on. “I’m capable of a lot of things.”

“Right.”

They lay there for a while, breathing slowing down as their lungs finally caught a break. Jimin was surprised when he was pulled into Yoongi’s chest, arm around his waist as they laid together. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen afterwards, and honestly his stomach was churning to even think about it. Jimin wondered if they would even last or if Yoongi was even thinking about the same thing he was. What if he never wanted to hangout again, or never wanted to hook up again? What if Jimin asked him to stay another night or to go on a date with him, and he rejected him? Or!! What I—

“Hey, I was wondering.”

Jimin’s heart stopped. “Yeah?”

“I know that.. I know we just kinda met, and then fucked but.. I know Namjoon is having that company party soon and it’s going to be a little classy. I was thinking maybe I could take you?” Jimin finally felt like he could breath, smiling as he turned onto his elbows.

“Are you asking me out on a date Min Yoongi?”

Getting smothered with a pillow was the highlight of the night, but that was definitely a yes.

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jooniyah · 4 years

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Gather around folks, it's ramble time 🥴

So around 2007, I was in middle school, minding my own business, being the new kid who no one wanted to mingle with. And there was this stupid boy in my class who showed up like a mushroom everywhere I went. He stood outside my bus, right under the window every evening and stood there until my bus left the campus and turned around the corner. He sent his friend to tell me he liked me 🥴 I was 11 and obviously I freaked and told my mom (dumb move, I know)

So my mom kinda put an end to it by talking to the teacher about the creepy stalky way the boy was behaving. And then I left that school the same year because I got a scholarship.

And then fast forward 5 years and I'm waiting in line to join another new school for junior year (yeah I hopped a lot of schools because my mom was the principal and dragged me around to whichever school she worked in) and THE SAME GUY is right next to me, filling forms to join the Biology group, the SAME group I had chosen 🥴

Also, it seemed he had entirely forgotten who I was. He never acknowledged knowing me, and I was kinda relieved you know. But one week into the start of the school year, I got a message request on Facebook, from HIM. I had already told my new friends in the class about "that guy over there" and they told me to just accept the request and see what he was gonna say.

I was like giddy with nervousness when I accepted it and he immediately started typing. You'll never believe what he texted.

"Um, sorry to bother you but I wanted to tell you something... "

"Yeah? " 😍

"... could you probably just.. tell that girl sitting next to you that I'm interested in her? "

I was like BISH WHUT??

Who does that? Omg who? Who follows a girl around and then meets her years after and asks her to help out to follow her friend?

So anyway I politely declined 🥴 but he went ahead and dated my friend for a good couple years and then they broke up.

Fast forward another 6 years and now we're all graduates, working jobs and paying taxes ffs. Anyway, I was ravenous today and wanted to order pizza.

I looked up the local pizza places and placed an order. Five minutes later, I got a call.

A gruff voice asked "uh, is this xxxx? "

I was like "yeah, who's this?"

And the guy said "oh, did you study at xxxxxxx high school? Do you remember me? I'm yyyyy! "

Apparently he's the owner of the new pizza place and I had no fucking idea.

I was shook for a hot minute. I didn't want to acknowledge remembering him because obviously, screw him and I said "uh.no I don't remember anyone by that name"

(I most certainly did but he didn't need to know that or gloat about it)

So he had the nerve to mention my friend's name and say " You remember her? She and I used to date. "

Yeah, thanks for the reminder, loser.

I gave him a half-assed reply and hung up quickly without chatting much. And then guess what I got:

So, who asks a customer if their pizza was "fine" Lmao 😂

but anyway thanks a lot for reading this worthless post and letting me waste five minutes of your life you're never gonna get back 🥴💖

#random #random shit #rambles #idk why but this whole thing is funny as fuck

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Matchup Duo

Heyyy I’d like to submit a request to matchup if it’s still open! Here is me:I’m friendly but reserved in the beginning. Once we get to know each other, I’m warm and full of energy. I give lots of love in a relationship and need tons of affection in return.My significant half is a strong and capable guy who shares his tender side with me & only with me. I can be bratty in a relationship and I appreciate having a partner who finds it adorable. ☺️I love to hike and travel, whether just across the state or 2 flights over to the other continent. I also like putting on my favorite dress and hit the best cocktail bar in town. Having said that, some of my best memories area staying at the back yard with soft music on, watching the birds flying by while he handed me a cup of coffee; or having a few closest friends over for an evening.So that’s me and thanks for your patience! Looking forward to your replay.

Stay healthy and safe!Oh gosh and sorry about the back and forth…I forgot to mention that I was requesting for Ikesen matchup….thx!!!!

Hi, there love thanx so much for the request! Hope ya enjoy it and have a good day. Also sorry for taking sooooo long to finish it lol <3

So I match you with……………… Nobunaga

Selfie matchup

The first time Nobunaga sees you, he has to squint a little cause you are just honestly too radiant to look at.

You radiate bright and warm like the sun

He was enchanted by the way your hair caught the light; your hair reminded him of waves of earth, it looked so soft and silky flowing in the breeze

Oh, how easy it would be to compare thee to a warm summer’s day

All he could think was that he would love to caress that sun-kissed skin of your shimmering in the rays of sunlight

Hells you were enchanting

And don’t get me started on your eyes, he could absolutely get lost in those pools of dark cinnamon. Your eyes held depth and heaviness of a thousand untold stories. They were dark like the night sky and would light up with stars when you smiled

OMW how he loved your smile, and darn all he wanted to do was poke that small cute little dimple on your cheek

Your smile and face radiated a warm, welcoming energy that would just melt anyone heart instantly at the slightest grin

You were truly a hot summer fireball bringing brightness and warmth with one flash of a smile

Okay matchup section

Gosh, the first time you saw Nobunaga, you couldn’t help but be instantly attracted to him. He was beyond handsome and definitely just your type. You always did have a thing for strong manly, man guys. And Nobunaga fits that brief perfectly.

You were named Oda princess, which sounded like the most tedious job imaginable. You love to travel and explore. Not sit around in a stuffy castle playing cards all day. Even though you might be a little reserved around strangers, you looked him dead in his crimson eyes and said NO, you would much rather earn your keep instead of sponging off other’s kindness. The act of defiance was most amusing to the devil king. Although Hideyoshi beside him looked like a dog on a leash ready to attack you for daring to speak up to his lord. Nobunaga then decided to name you as castle chatelaine, and the rest was history

You were the most amusing woman standing up to him every chance you could get. You were definitely not taking this man’s shit. He requested to see you that night, and you simply rolled your eyes while making your way up to his room. You found him sitting there lazing against his armrest, and his eyes instantly lit up when he saw you enter into the room. He, in his usually demanding tone, declared that you were to entertain him for the evening. Cue you refusing his request once more. He gave you a dissatisfied frown and narrowed his eyes. You rolled your eyes and finally relented. If he wanted to be entertained, then you were going to entertain him by surprising him. You sat down across from him and handed him some tea. He was super confused; this is definitely not what he meant by entertainment. You smirked at him and said that you were going to entertain him with a story of your travels. This was just your way of low key, distracting him from the real reason he had summoned you to his room. He eagerly agreed to listen to your story. Once done, he commended you, you breathed a sigh of relief, but that was short-lived cause the next moment, he called you out for distracting him for the true purpose of you being summoned. The two of you kind of just laughed it off. You told him that you definitely weren’t going to get intimate with a man you had only just met and that the l only entertainment you were going to be providing him was with stories of your travels, well until they would run out of course. He wore his usually cocky grin and agreed, bidding you a good night as you left to retire for the night

Little did you know both Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi was eavesdropping the whole conversation. They both looked at each other and smile. You were now cleared of any suspicions of being an assassin. They really wanted to believe that you were indeed a warm, kind person. They had seen how hard you worked for them the past week, and the maids sang your praise at the friendly, wonderful person they had come to know you to be. And your conversation has now just proved that you indeed are who you said you were.

Nobunaga would invite you over to his room almost every night. You wondered when this man even got time to sleep. It had been a few weeks of your nightly visits to Nobunaga’s room, and the two of you really got to know and understand each other through the little chats. It had become a bit of a tradition now to sit in his room and drink sake while exchanging exciting stories. You had long run out of travel stories and was now telling him about the plots of books you’ve read and movies you had seen. The most entertaining story Nobunaga had heard to date was the one that you had come from the future, which he 100% believed after you had shown him proof, of course. Tonight was a little different, though. When you walked into his room, he wasn’t wearing that classic smirk if his. Instead, he was slumped over his desk, writing some documents. He was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t even hear you knock or come in; only once you were sitting in front of him with warm concerning eyes did he lookup. Red tired eyes met yours; you could see from the dark bags under his eyes and a weak smile that he definitely hasn’t taken a break for a long while. He told you that he was too busy with work to chat and drink with you tonight.

You boldly stood up and walked towards him. You gently took his hand in yours and led him over the area of the room where the two of you would usually chat and drink. You sat down and pulled him down to rest his head on your thigh; you knew the man must have been tired by the lack of resistance shown to your actions. He simply submitted. You whispered softly that he needed to take a break and that you would stay awake to protect him. It had come up in your many conversations the real reason he had only slept 3-4 hours a night. You gently pulled your fingers through his raven hair and caressed his face while he closed his eyes. He fought the sleep as long as he was able, only intending to rest his eyes for a few moments and then get back to work. Perhaps it was your soothing presence or the pleasant feeling of having someone play with his hair. He was quickly losing the fight for consciousness, as you coaxed him into a deep sleep.

Nobunaga woke up in the middle of the night; he couldn’t remember the last time his body and mind had allowed him to fall into such a deep slumber. He was honestly so relaxed he could probably get in a few more. He looked up, to see you slumped over. Little did you know Nobunaga gave you the gentlest softest look. He got up, easily lifted you up in his arms, and tucked you into his futon, getting in behind you and warping his warm arms around you as he nuzzled into your hair and drifted back into a deep sleep. The last thought Nobunaga had before drifting back off to sleep was that he may genuinely have met his match with this fireball in his arms and that he will now spend the rest of his life trying to earn and gain your affection. Little did he know you had long ago fallen in love with him. The two of you subconsciously cuddled closer to each other in your sleep.

Nobunaga woke up late that morning, having slept the best sleep of his life. He had slept with many a woman, but none brought comfort to his soul, quite like you did.

You woke up that morning feeling so warm and cozy, you had slept in way past noon, but you couldn’t help it everything around you just screamed comfortable. You slowly opened your eyes only to see you were mere centimeters away from Nobunaga’s face. No words were exchanged; the two of you simply just stared into each other’s eyes until finally, Nobunaga spoke up. “Fireball? What would you say I told you that I love you”. He tucked a strand of hair that was in your face behind your ear, letting his fingers linger. You could see by the look in his eyes he was serious and a little scared of rejection. You just smiled up at him and gave him a feather-light kiss on the lips. Had this been a few months ago, you would have lost your shit and freaked out, but you had spent so much time with this softy boy that you couldn’t help but fall in love with him

Gosh, did the two of you love to sneak out and travel around. You would leave abruptly only leaving a small note for Hideyoshi to find saying BRB. The two of you would go everywhere. He loved to take you on his favorite hiking trail. The two of you would hike up the mountain for hours, Nobunaga had even brought along a picnic basket prepared by Masamune. Once the two of you reached the top of the mountain, he threw down the soft blanket and started laying out all the food. The two of you had a feast, just chatting and eating away. He led you to the ledge of the mountain, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to sit on his lap. He nuzzled into your neck and nibble on your ear. The two of you sat there for a while, basking in the last rays of the sun. The sunset was incredibly beautiful, even more so when sharing it with the man you loved.

Nobunaga loved you so much; he treated you like his most precious fireball. One day some local daimyo came to visit in hopes of marrying off his daughter to one of the warlords, more specifically Nobunaga. As a princess of the Oda forces, you were to dress up according to your title and status. You put on your favorite dress that Nobu had commissioned for you a while ago. It was the perfect combination of old and modern. It was a black dress with gold and red trimming that matched Nobunaga’s outfit perfectly. As you were getting dressed and ready to greet the guests with the rest of the forces, Nobunaga snuck into your room to give you a quick gift. He gave you the most beautiful hairpin and spent a few moments chatting with you. He was feeling a bit grumpy cause he wasn’t in the mood to entertain; he would much rather spend a quiet night drinking sake with you.

At the banquet, you were feeling a bit bratty. Especially seeing the way, the daimyo’s daughter was clinging to Nobunaga. You were chatting with Mitsuhide and Masamune’s side-eyeing the whole situation. Nobunaga could see the light pout on your face from being away from him for so long. He knew you were a bit “bratty,” so to speak, but honestly, he found it incredibly cute. He was sitting on his dais, leaning on the armrest. He wore that same old stone-cold smirk with a haunting gaze. Only those close to him were privileged enough to see the real Nobunaga, and only one was special enough to see his sweet loving side. He had, had enough of the small talk between him and the woman trying to gain his affection; he looked over at you, trying to catch your eyes to call you over. Finally, when the two of you locked eyes, his expression softened, and he motioned for you to come over to him. Once in front of him, he took your hand in his and pulled you to sit in his lap. He then nuzzled into your neck, saying how much he had missed you. The daimyos daughter was furious and started to bad mouth you. Nobunaga then, in his loud commanding voice, decided to make your relationship status clear to everyone around so that no one would question it again. “This woman here in my beloved little fireball and the keeper of my heart. She is and will be the only woman that will ever conquer my heart, and to her, I give my life”. Needless to say, the two of you spent the rest of the banquet together in each other’s arms, smiling and chatting away.

You love Nobunaga so much; he is so sweet and soft-hearted, a side that was reserved for your eyes only. He would go to the ends of the earth to see that radiant smile grace your face and would give you the world, sun, moon, and stars if you asked him. The two of you can often be found sitting on the castle rooftop listing to soft music in the distance. During this quiet time, the two of you would look up at the stars and moon, drink sake, and chat away merrily. Expect lots and lots of kisses and cuddles. Nobunaga love to touch and kiss you, he will legit shower you with his affection and love. He loves nothing more to spend the quiet evenings with you, his head resting on your tight, and you pull your fingers through his soft raven hair. He will close his eyes and think back to the first time he saw that beautiful warm sunshine smile of yours. He will smirk at the memory, thinking that he is so happy to have met his soulmate

Other potential Matches………………. Hideyoshi

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