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cerealmonster15 · 7 months

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I’m acting on a whim and posting some unfinished(?) fanfic stuff I wrote like a year ago. Part of my many branches of caterella aus that has vague reference to one of my rsa ocs (dañarte)… but with a cater/idia main plot with jamil/azul happening in he background. My blurbs ended in a bit of a sad spot BUT it was always the intention in my mind that there would be happy resolutions 🙏 these were just little things I wrote for my friend and me bc it was an au we talked about…

Context: idia and cater are bonding, but only online over magicam, and idia is kinda catfishing cater (though not maliciously). when i was trying to name my original rsa oc (char) and looking at names, eppa was one of my initial possible choices. It was maybe my friend who had the idea initially of idia having a fake, RSA princely identity that cater gets to know over magicam?

Eventually I picked char for my actual guy, and dañarte became his cousin via me making typos and more discord sillies lol, but prince eppa became a pseudonym for idia and created another branch for the story. I’ve talked a bit about the dañarte lore and some of that comes into play here. Char I guess would too but I don’t think he got mentioned anywhere lol sorry buddy. But ya idia is pretending to be a prince at rsa named eppa who “secretly likes video games” or whatever I think lol. Idia likes his bond with cater but can’t even begin to think of how cater would react if he found out idia was lying to him.

Anyway. This is more cater/idia (and board game boys friendship) focused than anything (lots of idia pov pining lol) and idk if anyone would wanna read it but I’m putting it here to record keep anyway. No ao3 Bc It’s very unedited and unfinished and just kinda blurb writing lol

But it’s the only time if technically written for caydia. And I do like it. It’s just embarrassing bc I get embarrassed with my oc things and my love for romance drama but i guess I’ve been exposing more of it lately lol… shout out to anyone who recognizes the fic I’m referencing that I DID post lol.

Anyway. Copy pasted from my Google docs:

Idia’s computer pinged as a message appeared on screen.

C.Dia - eppa, are u awake?

Idia looked at the clock, startled. It was 3AM… Idia was still up because he was grinding a new event in one of his many, many, many games, but what the heck was Cater Diamond doing up at this hour? Had he just gotten back from a party?

PrinceEppa: ya, why r u tho? It’s crazy late lol

C.Dia: lol ikr

C.Dia: i just cant sleep rn >.<

PrinceEppa: how come?

C.Dia: i got into a fight w/my bf again…

Idia sighed at his computer. Right… Cater’d started dating that prettyboy from RSA.

PrinceEppa: 0~0 thats like the third time this month…

C.Dia: ya ik ;-;

Idia fiddled with the strings on his hoodie. He didn’t really know if his heart could take hearing Cater talk about another guy, but the thought of Cater laying around sad and alone made him ache just as bad… But what was he supposed to say in times like these? Idia didn’t know anything about comforting someone about relationships! He barely talked to people in general!

Thankfully, Cater kept going and spared Idia the anguish of trying to figure out what to do next.

C.Dia: are u going to bed rn?

PrinceEppa: no lol ill be up for a while longer.

C.Dia: royalty keeps busy at all hours huh?

Idia tensed at the mention of his lies.

PrinceEppa: something like that. Balancing the princely duties and the princely gamer sessions is tough work 😌

C.Dia: LOL. never change eppa <3

His face grew warm, a bittersweet swelling filling his chest.

C.Dia: can u chat with me a lil longer then?

C.Dia: tell me about ur day or ur games or w/e? I kinda just want a distraction, i dont really wanna be alone rn

C.Dia: if ur not busy anyway >.< it’s oki if you wanna focus on ur gamer mode lololol

Idia paused for a moment, before moving his mouse and closing out of his game. The rest of the event grind could wait.

PrinceEppa: im never too busy for you, cay.

C.Dia: thx <3

Sometimes, even for the prince of otakus, there were more important things than gaming…

But only when those things were really, really, really special.

“I heard Cater and that RSA boyfriend of his broke up.” Azul spoke after several minutes of silently moving chess pieces around the board.

Idia frowned. “Don’t try and use that as a distraction from the game just because I’m winning.”

Azul kept his face neutral so as not to betray any bluff he might have. “Perish the thought. I just thought his sweet prince eppa would be interested in such information.”

“SHH!” Idia hissed. “Not so loud! Besides, I-I already know. He told me…”

Azul raised an eyebrow. “He told you, or he told Eppa?”

Idia focused on the chess piece he moved. “Same thing.”

Azul sighed as he took his own piece and contemplated his next move. “Hardly. Honestly, how can you ever expect to move your relationship forward if you don’t unmask yourself? All this bonding will be for nothing if you don’t use it to the full extent!”

Idia rolled his eyes. “I don’t wanna hear it from you of all people. How long have you been saying you’re gonna ask Jamil out?”

It was Azul’s turn to shush Idia, face reddening. “How is that even relevant?!”

Idia grinned. “Cuz you keep going on and on to me about how I should be more confident with Cater, but you won’t even take the plunge with Jamil! Hypocrisy much?”

“I’m simply waiting for the right time. I would be a fool if I didn’t stick with my patient strategy of getting him to warm up to me before striking! Move too early, and I’ll undo all my progress…”

Idia sighed, thinking back to all the hours he’d spent DMing Cater under a fake name. They’d gotten quite close, but as far as Cater knew, Idia was still that vague acquaintance in the back of his classes.

If he messed up by telling him his identity at the wrong moment, or didn’t phrase it right…

“Lost progress… that’s exactly what I’m afraid of…”

“Idia!” Cater’s cheerful voice called out as he approached the lecture hall desks. “You’re in person again today; that’s three for three this week!” He spoke with a smile as he slid into the seat next to Idia.

Idia jumped at the sudden appearance of his classmate. “O-oh, uh, yeah…”

“Oh, B-T-W, did you hear that Azul and Jamil were on a date Friday night?” Cater said in a half-whisper, leaning close to Idia’s ear.

“Uhh…” Idia didn’t really know how to answer that. Sure, he knew Azul had some overly complicated date-but-not-a-date plan to get Jamil to hang out with him, and then ask him out for real, but how did Cater hear about…?

“I was hangin’ out with the pop music club on Friday when Ruggie texted Kalim that he was serving their table! Isn’t that just crazy?”

Ah. Kalim and Ruggie. That explained it all.

“I mean, I always wondered if those two had something goin’ on, y’know? Like, they had that ‘will they, wont they, playing hard to get’ kind of vibe. Super cute, if you ask me.”

Idia wasn’t really sure that ‘cute’ was a good way to describe anything those two were involved in, but he simply nodded his head along to Cater’s blathering, as he discreetly pulled his phone out of his pocket and switched to his Prince Eppa magicam account, reading the messages from that morning.

PrinceEppa: howre u feeling?

C.Dia: like total trash lol…..

C.Dia: ik he was a jerk but like i miss him, yknow??

C.Dia: or maybe i just miss having someone there. And its almost valentines day lol. Shit timing amirite?

PrinceEppa: that really does suck… im sorry, cater.

C.Dia: thanks, it’s oki tho. Better to get it overwith lol

C.Dia: i really dont wanna get out of bed or go to class…

PrinceEppa: mood

PrinceEppa: u really should tho. Ik it’s hard but itll feel worse if u stay there all alone

C.Dia: urk. Idk if i have the energy to be around people today

PrinceEppa: tbh i get that… i dont rlly wanna go face people either today…

PrinceEppa: how about we try it together?

C.Dia: i wish u went to my school so we really could go to class together <3

C.Dia: but oki. I'll try, for you :)

PrinceEppa: :)

If Cater really was feeling as bad as he felt, he was pretty good at hiding it with that blinding smile and bubbly laughter.

Sure, Idia’s first instinct would be to immediately enable anyone that wanted to spend the day hiding in bed, but… The thought of Cater lying alone in the dark with his thoughts just made Idia sad.

And, if he did that, Idia wouldn’t get to see him in class today…

“Oooh, do you think Azul and Jamil are gonna go out again on Valentine’s day?”

That depends on what Jamil answered on Azul’s questionnaire, Idia thought to himself. He was sure he’d get a full report from Azul later that day at their next club meeting.

Cater sighed. “Another Valentine’s day, and Cay-Cay’s single yet again!” He smiled, but Idia felt that his eyes weren’t lit as bright as they normally were as he spoke. “But, I’m sure some of the boys at Heartslabyul will be hangin’ around like always. It’s never lonely when you live with friends!” He turned to face Idia again. “What about you, Idia? Any steamy plans for Valentine’s day?”

“U-uh…” Idia started fiddling with his hair. It was now or never. ‘A-Actually, Cater… M-my dorm, Ignihyde, we’re h-hosting a movie night that night… Y’know, ‘cause a lot of us don’t really have plans for Valentine’s day and don’t wanna be sulking alone…” He swallowed a lump in his throat and took a deep breath. “...Y-you can come join, i-if you want…?”

Cater blinked a few times, a look of surprise on his face, before breaking into a smile and giving Idia’s arm a small squeeze of a hug. “OMG, movie night at Ignihyde?! I hear you guys have like, the sickest setup! That sounds great; count me in!”

Idia breathed a sigh of relief as the professor began class.

A few seconds in, his phone quietly vibrated as a single message came through. Idia glanced at it from down in his jacket pocket.

C.Dia: a rlly sweet guy in my class just invited me to hang out w/him and his dormmates on valentines day

C.Dia: u were right about getting out of bed. i think ill be okay today ^.^

***

“Hey, Idia…” Cater put his phone down, magicam abandoned where he’d paused on a video of a turtle swimming around an aquarium. “We’ve gotten a bit closer lately, huh?”

Idia paused the game he had up on his tablet. “H-huh? Oh, uh, y-yeah…”

“So, uh,” Cater played with a strand of his hair. “Do you mind if I talk to you about something a little… personal?”

Idia froze. Abort mission, find an escape route, he was not a high enough level for this kind of topic yet! Maybe Eppa was, but Idia!?

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to just say no when Cater was looking at him with those soft green eyes.

“S-sure…”

“Thanks! Y’know, you’re really sweet, and like, such a good listener…”

Idia hoped the redness of his face was hidden behind the flames of his hair that flickered in every direction.

“And I’ve just been feeling so… confused lately, about where my heart’s at. My feelings feel like they’re being pulled in so many different directions!”

Idia could feel his heart hammering in his chest.

Cater sighed, laying his head down on the table. “My ex asked me on a date today. He wants me to give him another chance.”

The burning sensation from Idia’s insides made a 180 as he felt his blood go cold. This was the last thing he wanted to hear his normie crush come and tell him without warning…

“And the craziest part? I said I’d think about it.”

Oh god.

“I know that’s like, totally insane after everything that happened, but… I dunno, seeing him around now that he goes to school here just has my head all scrambled!” He picked his head up from the table, opened his phone again, and gave the turtle video a like before standing back up suddenly. “Gosh, sorry, I don’t know why I just came over here and dumped that on you, Idia. I guess I just find you so easy to talk to, I get a little carried away!” He said with a nervous laugh.

Lucky Idia.

“But, don’t worry about it. I’ll figure things out for myself. It’ll be A-okay!” Cater gave an unconvincing thumbs up before turning to leave.

Super lucky.

“Azul, today might actually be the worst day of my life.” Idia said as he dragged himself into the clubroom and plopped down in the seat across from Azul in their usual spot.

“...Hm? Oh, hello, Idia.” Azul looked up from his phone. “I believe you said the same thing when you came in here to lament about Cater getting together with his… boyfriend, a while back.” Azul seemed tense at the very concept of Danarte. He hadn’t exactly been a fan of the guy since he transferred to not just NRC, but into Scarabia specifically, where he’d made a point to hover around Kalim and Jamil as much as possible.

“I mean, it’s basically the same level of despair. Cater just told me Danarte not only asked him out, but that he’s considering it!” Idia dropped his head facedown onto the table in sorrow. “Like, how could I lose to the same guy twice!? Ugh, honestly, there’s no one as pathetic as me. I am having the WORST time, and NO ONE could possibly understand the agony I’m in right now!”

Azul chuckled, his tone solemn and hollow. “I’ll do you one better. Jamil broke up with me today.”

Wait, what?

Idia’s head shot up as he squinted at Azul, who was gazing sadly at his phone again. “Huh!? Wh- Huh!? What happened?”

Azul sighed. “We had another fight- and I mean, you know how we are. We have our differences, our disagreements, and the two of us can be a bit… stubborn at times. But we always figure it out! We were doing so well… At least, I thought we were.” Azul rested his chin in his hands. “But I suppose Jamil didn’t feel that way. He said he’d had enough of the relationship. Enough of me.”

Azul bowed his head to stare down at the table.

Idia wondered if he was trying not to cry. He looked out the window, both out of respect, and also because it felt kind of awkward to stare at his friend who was clearly just barely holding it together after getting dumped.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, when it was clear neither of them wanted to discuss their woes anymore, Idia spoke. “Uh, wanna play the VR headset boardgames today? Now’s kinda the perfect time to… Escape reality, right?”

Azul lifted his gaze to Idia. “...You just want to make me use the virtual dice again because you know I can’t use my perfected dice strategy on them, don’t you?” He straightened his posture, standing up to get the headsets. “I’ll have you know I won’t let your silly game of virtual chance best me today!”

Oh thank god that worked. Idia didn’t think either of them could handle any more emotions for the day, so he stood up and followed Azul with a grin. “Hehe, we’ll see about that, Azul.”

#cereal writes #ocs #oc: dañarte #kind of. he’s not here but he’s involved #uhhh I’m not putting my mess in the main tags #ur allowed to rb or whatever I just dhfbgbgbg I can’t put this in the tags #it’s by will of god if u see it. or if you happen to be looking on my blog for things I guess LOL #I wrote these bits spaced out over time too #each chunk was as I had a later idea and it was in order as I went #but Idr how far apart they were #last time was apparently sept last year #anyway the point was cater and idia could be a lil more real with each other online #cater a bit more open about his melancholy #and idia more encouraging and then #pushing himself to be in person more both motivated by cay to see him #and bc their convos make him wanna be better or whatever idk #sorry the jamiazu bits may not make sense if you haven’t done the prerequisite reading LOL it’s not a big deal tho

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maddiwrites · 3 years

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Breathe With Me

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: After finding out who hurt you on that horrific night, JJ helps you through another panic attack and makes plans to protect his girl.

Note: This was requested a long time ago after a chapter of my rewrite was posted! Instead of doing JJ x OC, like requested, I changed it to JJ x Reader so that people who don’t read my rewrite can enjoy it too. Hopefully this is okay with ya’ll.

Word Count: 3.5k

WARNINGS: Sexual Assault!!! This chapter has descriptions of sexual assault. Please do not read if this is TRIGGERING!!!!

National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-4673

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It was another regular day on the island. Hot and crowded with tourists. With everyone working, you decided to tag along with JJ and Pope to delivery groceries for Heyward’s business. Usually this meant going to Figure Eight, your least favorite place to be. Normally it didn’t creep you out too much, but because of a rather recent incident, you didn’t like being there.

Right after your dad went missing, you spent a lot of time with Kie as she lived out her Kook Year. Avoiding the Pogues and John B and surrounding yourself with stuck up assholes and their expensive drugs and alcohol helped you forget about your own family crisis. You would do anything to take your mind off your dad’s disappearance even if it meant getting high on whatever was offered to you. You didn’t ask twice about what it was. You figured if the rich people we’re doing it, it couldn’t be that bad right?

One night you did a long line surrounded by Rafe and a couple of his buddies. Pretty much everything after that was a blur. Your memories are fuzzy, like a puzzle piece you can’t piece together. The last thing you remember is your black hitting something soft, like a mattress or a pillow. You thought you heard the zipper of your shorts being pulled down but figured it was Kie helping you change into a pair of pajamas.

The next morning you woke up practically naked with a blanket covering your bottom half and your bra pulled down to your stomach. You began to panic and ran your hands down your side, flinching at the tenderness by your hips. The skin was yellow/green and getting ready to bruise. Your breathing became shallow and your throat tightened up. You fumbled around the room you didn’t recognize for your clothes and slid them on, not caring what was backwards or inside out. You stumbled out the door and tip toed down the long staircase of the large house you were in. Figure Eight, you thought.

You didn’t go home first. You went to Kie’s house. Because your body ached. Because you wanted to cry but didn’t want John B or the other boys to hear you. Because you were afraid to be naked around anyone but another girl. The second she opened the door, you sobbed into her arms and told her what you think happened to you. Kie tried to get you to go to the police or even the hospital, but you couldn’t fathom the idea of anyone knowing about what happened. Not even a stranger. Because you were embarrassed. You blamed yourself for this happening to you. You were high as fuck, trying to forget about your family troubles. You were the one to make yourself weak and vulnerable. No one else. Someone just took advantage of the position you put yourself in.

Kie didn’t pressure you. She wanted to support you in whatever decision you made, despite wanting justice for you and sending whoever the sleaze bag was to jail. She sat on the toilet and talked to you as you showered slowly. You spent most of the time staring at the wall and feeling ever inch of your body. You felt so dirty and no amount of soap or scrubbing could make you feel any cleaner.

You stayed at her house for a couple of days until John B eventually texted her because he was worried. You both decided it was time for you to go home, but you never told them what happened. You were afraid of what John B and even JJ would do if they found out. And the last thing you wanted was for either of them to get hurt or in trouble.

John B didn’t notice something was off as much as JJ did. He could tell you were being more quiet and reserved than usual. Your usual style of crop tops and jean shorts changed to sweats and baggy t shirts. You slept with your door locked and didn’t touch a single can of beer since you came home.

Moving on from that night was a slow and gruesome process, one you don’t know if you’ll ever fully recover form. Luckily for you, JJ was a great distracter. He was an amazing story teller, he could make you laugh with a small hand gesture, and his laugh could draw you in for hours. No one was surprised when the two of you eventually started dating. Not even John B, who was a little apprehensive about it at first.

To JJ, everything came to light when another make out session became heated. Like that morning, it became hard to breathe and your mind wandered off to what could have happened to you that night. In a blink of an eye, you were back in Figure Eight with someone pulling your zipper down. You could physically feel the bruises on your hips again and your skin burning.

A panic attack emerged and JJ was left confused and lost. Fortunately for you, he was quick to realize something was seriously wrong and helped you through it. He breathed with you and talked you down. When you were calm, you explained what happened. At first he was pissed. Pissed at whoever could have done this to you and even a little bit at you and Kie for keeping this from him. He was ready to charge out of the house, grab John B, and find the sick son of a bitch who would touch an unconscious girl. But your cries stopped him. He’s never heard pain in your voice like he did that night. It physically cracked his heart into a million little pieces and he dropped every instinct he had and stayed with you instead.

Since then, he’s been the most supportive and protective boyfriend. At every boneyard party, he would keep an eye out for any Kook that decided to show their face on your turf. He took note of anyone looking at you in a weird way. He carried the gun he stole from Scooter in his backpack for protection. He was serious about using it too. No one touches his girl and gets away with it.

Luckily, nothing happened between JJ and any Kook. No one made a move to talk to you or tease you. Kooks kept their usual distance from you, which not only made you feel better for yourself but because you didn’t want something to happen to JJ. You know the rules of the game of this island. Nothing bad ever happens to Kooks. They don’t know consequences.

When Pope docks his boat, he asks if you would come with him to drop groceries off at the Thorntons. If he did it alone, it would cause two trips and he doesn’t want to waste time.

As you go to agree, JJ steps in and shakes his head as he looks between you two. “I don’t think thats a good idea.”

“Why not?” Pope asks, completely clueless.

You subtly shake your head, silently begging for JJ not to say anything. Pope and John B still didn’t know and you want to keep it that way. Sure you would feel safer with JJ by your side, but you won’t be alone. You will be with Pope. And who would try to start something in the middle of the day anyway?

“It’s fine, J,” You tell him. You even try to joke. “I’m sure you’ll survive one hour without me.”

When you kiss his cheek, JJ turns to look at you with his brows pinched together with worry. “Y/N...”

“Seriously, J...” You say. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” You whisper that last part as Pope turns to get the bags.

“You have your phone?”

You nod and pull it out of your pocket to show him. “Yes. I’ll call you if anything happens.”

As JJ walks in the opposite direction of you and Pope, you feel the tension in your shoulders get tighter. The sight of these homes gives you flashbacks. The worst part about all of this is you don’t even know who hurt you. It could’ve been anyone - a touron even. It would be easier to know who did it so you know who to avoid.

Pope notices your change in behavior but doesn’t mention it. Instead he keeps a silent eye on you and studies your every movement.

As you pass the golf course, you hear a couple cat calls and cheering from a group of teenagers. When you look up, you see Rafe, Topper, and one of their friends making their way over to you. You take a step behind Pope, hiding behind his body and keeping your eyes trained down on your shoes.

“What do we have here?” Rafe whistles as he comes closer. He looks down at the bags in your arms and the beer in Pope’s hand. “Bring us something?”

“These are already paid for,” Pope glares at them.

“Oh, right, right,” Rafe nods as if he understands. Then he takes is golf club and swings it at the brown paper bag in Pope’s arms, causing everything to spill out of it.

“Dude!”

“Sorry, man!” Rafe holds his hands up in fake surrender. He leans down to pick up a beer bottle and tosses it to his tall friend. “Trevor, you feeling thirsty?”

The guy, better known as Trevor, cracks the beer open and takes a long sip. When he looks down, he spots you and eyes your figure up and down. Then he smirks to himself and a shiver runs down your spine. You don’t like the way he’s looking at you. Like a piece of meat or someone he knows too much of.

Rafe catches his eye and smirks to himself. “Ah, yeah. I forgot. You and Routledge have some history.”

Pope looks over his shoulder at you and sees your chest rising and dropping at a quicker pace. You’re gripping the bags in your hands so tight that he can see your knuckles turning white. You look away from the group of Kooks at the golf course with a frown on your face. Something was wrong, Pope thought.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Trevor chuckles. He looks at you again and tilts his head. “What? You don’t remember me?”

“Pope...” You feel like you’re choking. How could he know you when you have no idea who he is? You don’t like where this is going.

Trevor continues, “Can’t say I blame you. You were out of your mind wasted that night -”

“What the hell is he talking about?” Pope says, looking between you and Trevor. He wasn’t one to get confrontational or angry, but he didn’t like what he was hearing. He didn’t like how you were acting. Something wasn't adding up. He knew you’ve hooked up with Kooks before, but this one was different.

“Almost as dead as her daddy,” Rafe chuckles. Something in Pope snaps and he pushes Rafe back by his shoulders. In retaliation, Rafe raises his golf club and smacks it against the middle of Pope’s back, causing him to fall down with a thump.

“Pope!” You cry and drop the bags you were holding and kneel next to him.

“Hey,” Trevor touches your shoulder to try and pull you away from the two fighting boys, but you flinch away from him.

“Don’t touch me! Get away from me!” You cry.

Trevor immediately holds up his hands in surrender and takes a step back. Your outburst causes everyone to freeze in their movements, even Rafe and Pope. The wheels in Topper’s head start to move a little quicker too. He looks between you and Trevor and feels off about your connection. You looked terrified. And Y/N Routledge was almost never terrified.

Even though you are outside, you feel claustrophobic. Your heart is beating so heavily against your ribcage that you wouldn’t be surprised if it were to break your ribs. Pope notices you’re two shades paler and having a hard time breathing. Tears are silently falling down your face and you continue to crawl away form the group of Kooks backwards.

“Y/N...” Pope says quietly.

“We should go,” Topper says. He never hated you like some of the other Kooks did. Sure you never got along, but a small part of him thought you were cool. He knew something was extremely wrong and he couldn’t help but think it had to do with their friend, Trevor. He looks at Rafe who continues to stare at you with surprise. “Dude.”

“Yeah...” Rafe says slowly. “Trev, let’s go.”

The three Kooks scatter back to the golf course. You squeeze your eyes tightly and grip the fabric of your shirt, pulling it away from your body because right now it just feels suffocating.

“Hey.” Pope crouches down near you and lightly touches your shoulder. His touch feels like an electric shock, making you flinch even further away. When you open your eyes, you’re back in some random Kook’s house on a mattress you’re unfamiliar with. “They’re gone. Hey, they’re gone.” Pope tries to be gentle with you, but he also wants to get you out of here and in a more comfortable setting.

“JJ,” You manage to say. Your throat feels on fire. “I need J-”

Pope immediately starts fumbling for his cell phone and dials his best friend’s number. He bounces on the balls of his feet as he impatiently listens to the ringing. “Come on. Come on.”

JJ answers. “Hey! Sorry I’m on my way back now. You’ll never believe how much this lady tipped me. I swear I’m coming on every -”

“JJ, shut up and listen to me. Y/N...” He glances back at you and sees you’re hunched over with your forehead resting on your knees and your fingers through your hair. “She’s having a panic attack or something. I - I don’t -”

“Where are you?” JJ’s once elated tone has dropped to a more serious one.

Pope tries explaining what part of the golf course they are near.

“Okay. I’ll be there in five minutes. Pope, get her under some shade or something. And if you can, try to get her to look at you. She needs to open her eyes to see where she is.” Pope nods, forgetting that JJ can’t see him. “Pope!”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Okay, doing that now.”

JJ hangs up the phone so he can run faster.

Meanwhile, Pope crouches down in front of you again and says, “Y/N/N, hey. Can you open your eyes?” Pope lightly taps your ankles. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.” You slowly blink your eyes open and sniffle back the tears. Pope smiles when he sees he’s made some sort of progress. “Hey. JJ’s on his way. Why don’t we move you under some shade? It’s getting pretty hot out here. Can I help you up?”

You nod and let Pope help you up and bring you a couple feet away under a large tree. Your back rests against the bark and you try taking deep breaths to calm the swirling nausea in your stomach.

It was Trevor. It had to be Trevor. From the way he looked at you, to the innuendo Rafe made. You knew in your heart that it was Trevor who had hurt you that night.

A part of you always wanted to know who did this, but another part of you wished you never figured it out. Because now his face will haunt you forever.

About a minute later, you hear another set of footsteps quickly coming your way. You panic, your immediate thought going to Trevor. Would he come back?

But then you hear your boyfriend’s beautiful voice. “Hey.” His tone is soft and gentle. “Hey, baby. Look at me. It’s JJ.” You open your eyes and meet the lovely blue one’s you fell in love with. He grins at you and takes your hands in his.

“I’m so - sorry,” You sob, suddenly hating yourself for bringing this back up to your boyfriend and ruining Pope’s work routine. “I - I -”

“Hey,” JJ says and pulls your hands to his chest, palms down. “Remember what we did last time? Match my breathing, okay? Ready? Take a deep breath.”

Pope watches with awe silently from the sidelines. He’s never seen this side of either one of you. You so panic stricken and scared, JJ so intent with concern and intuitive.

You follow JJ’s breathing until you feel calm enough to breathe on your own. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” JJ shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry. Do you want to tell me what happened?”

You look down at your hands that are folded in your lap. You want to tell him. Of course you want to tell him. But you’re afraid of what happens next. You’re afraid of how JJ will respond.

“Rafe, Topper, and their friend Trevor jumped us,” Pope answers for you. Like JJ, he’s also curious about what happened. Of course he was there for the physical breakdown, but he wants to know more about what you’re going through emotionally.

“Did they hurt you?” JJ looks back at you and inspects every inch of your open skin for signs of scratches or bruises.

You shake your head. “No.”

“Then...”

“I know who it was,” You say, your voice as soft as a whisper.

“What? You mean. -” JJ’s head snaps back and forth between you and Pope. “Who?”

You dip your chin into your chest to hide your tears as they start to flow again. You take a deep breath and look back up at your boyfriend. “Trevor.”

“Who the fuck is Trevor?” JJ looks at Pope.

Pope shrugs, “I don’t know. He was golfing with the other two Kooks.”

“Where’d they go?” JJ stands up, causing both you and Pope to follow him.

“No, JJ -” You try to pull him back to you but he slips his wrist out of your grip.

“JJ!” Pope calls out to JJ who walks in the direction the other three disappeared to.

“JJ, stop!” Your voice cracks which makes JJ turn around to look at you. “Please. I just want to go home.”

JJ freezes and bites down on his bottom lip, feeling conflicted. His head is telling him to run after the Kooks and beat every single one of their faces in until he finds the one named Trevor. But his heart is telling him to walk back to you and take care of you.

“Okay,” he decides and wraps his arm around your waist. “Let’s get you home.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After you fall asleep later that night, JJ tip toes out of your room and silently shuts your door behind him. You passed out early, exhausted from the panic attacks and crying. In the living room, Pope, Kie, and John B are waiting. You had no other choice but to tell John B what happened. Now that Pope knew, it felt wrong keeping it from your brother as well. Of course it caused an argument, but in the end, John B only wants the best for you and to protect you. Which is why they’re here now.

“Ready to go?” JJ looks directly at your brother.

John B holds up his car keys. “Let’s go.”

“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” Kie grabs John B by the elbow and glares at both of them.

“Where do you think?” JJ says.

When Pope and Kie stepped out of the room to check on you, JJ and John B both secretly decided that when you fell asleep, the two of them would sneak out and find this Trevor person and give him what he deserves.

“Don’t be stupid,” Pope says, looking between the two. “You know how this works. The two of you end up getting in trouble and he gets to walk away clean.”

“I don’t care. I’ll kill him -”

“You can’t,” Kie says.

“I’m not asking for your permission, Kie!”

“Where’s the gun?” Kie says. “If you’re going to do this, I’m not letting you bring the gun. Leave it here.”

JJ looks up at John B who reluctantly nods his head for JJ to give it up. The blonde sighs and reaches into the back of his waistband and pulls it out.

“This is a bad idea,” Pope says again even though he knows the other two don’t give a shit. In a way, he kind of respects it. He would go to if he didn’t have a scholarship to worry about.

“Keep an eye on her. We’ll be back in a couple hours,” John B says.

“You better hope you are. Because if you’re not, you’re only going to be making this worse for her,” Kie tells them.

Kie’s words have both John B and JJ rethinking their decision. But only for a split second.

JJ nods. “Don’t worry. I’d never leave my girl behind.”

#jj maybank #jj x reader #jj fic #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank x reader #jj #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank one shot #jj maybank imagine #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #obx fic #obx imagine

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kiingbiing · 4 years

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bro Please show us ur ocs what

gladly

just know that names will change bevause i have too many characters woops (im a bad character maker lol)

i made them children who murder but now i dont know what to do with them, soon i will make a story for them

king and jester raise a baby and fall inlove :]

theyre originally humans but with a potion gone wrong, they end up as animals and now they have to work together to turn themselves back, also the snake works with the law and the mouse is a crook

dnd character, but i never got to play him cause i never played dnd, lol, one day, i will

ethan works at a cafe and got turned into a vampire, carter is a monster hunter and wendy is his assisstant. carter has the hots for ethan and ethan doesnt want to acknolwedge his existence. maggie and callie is ethan’s friend, barry LIKES wendy

the triplets were inspired by moosop ngl, but i do remember making triplets in 5th grade lol

inspired by tarzan, but i changed the story cause i made these characters when i was younger and i cant abandon them. meriam raised talia (i changed her name) when she decided to leave london and live in the jungle. talia barely speaks because her speech isnt good. mark comes to visit his mother and to try and see if the island can be used for good money, mark and talia hate each other for this fact.

made this in 4th grade cause my first lesbian ship was bubbaline and i was like, i dont have enough lesbian ships, gotta make my own then,

no name for them but its set in the philippines, inspired by our monsters :]

a fellow monster has to be in love with their food

fairly odd parents oc, josh and penny got adopted by this rich couple, and everything was fine till they figured out that they only got adopted because the parents would get more money from their parents if the wanted kids, this warrented a god parent and francis is here. francis HATES children and is onyl doing this because its good money. penny is too energetic, josh is the quiet kid and francis hates kids, but he can handle one, hes not gonna be able to handle 2

theres 2 stories for this, bt judas and merith were in an arranged marriage and percy became merith’s crying buddy when judas is mean, they can be in a threesome, still dont know. still have to upadte this story

dominic goes savage during the full moon and his sister is the only one who knows this secret. the two rodents have a thing for dominic

these were just random ocs with no actual plot line, dino and cloudy are buddies and they go everywhere together

the colony of ants have a thing for the ant eater, not the tables have turned lol

dad is forced to raise a baby and he cant cause hes sad depressed, and he just doesnt know what to do but he can abandon her. jerry is like, buddy, BUDDY, if u let me crash, i can help out, hes helpful,

used to be an adventure time oc but i scrapped it,

princess aya runs away from the royal family to find her missing sister cause she doesnt want to be queen

she meets with red, a thief who dabbles with magic, which is illegal,

due to unfortunate events, red helps aya find her sister

animal crossing ocs. kenny and lola are dating :]

one and two are childhood friends? one was mean and two got depressed, but now one is trying to make up for it

kylan is failing his class, so richard has to tutor him to make sure hes on the right track, kylan just doesnt want to do anything with him, and when he realises that richard has a hard time making friends, he makes it his task to help him make a friend, in return, richard has to leave him alone

just two teenagers coming to terms about their feelings for each other.

braden never gave romance a thought until he reached middle school. he started to crush on george hard and he doesnt know how to handle this and he tries to deny it.

george is straight and is just vibing, and he thought things were fine until braden confessed his feelings.

braden is demisexual (im demi, hes very special to me)

this ones old, (also i made another oc thats named carter WOOPS)

no name (teddy) got kicked out from home when his mom figured out hes gay, and carter is a rich art student that needs a model and he ask teddy to become his model. carter pays teddy a good sum of money, (i need to work on this story woops)’

melissa is a rich blind girl and shes not allowed to party and go outside if she doesnt hire a body guard (thanks dad), she hired danny, an ex underground boxer to help her around the city.

in this world, magic welders are getting killed because only officials are allowed to use magic. momma summons demote, a demon, with a deal that he keeps her daughter safe. demote and harper hate each other and they have to tolerate each other in order to get away from the hunters. dewey is a forest entity that latched onto harper

my little pony oc

madison loves flowers, she tends flowers and honestly? flowers only.

valentine is a match maker and she stumbles upon madison, and her match making skills dont work on madison, just ponies being ponies :]

characters made with my friends but i lost contact with them and one day, ill work on their stories

david is in his first public school and he meets molly and he doesnt vibe with her cause she doesnt talk to him and it didnt settle with him right, so he bullies her, and when he figures out that shes deaf and maliciously bullied her, hes just, not happy and tries to make it up to her, and shes not having it

life and death, my friend wanted me to make a comic bout life and death,

just ur standard life and death ship

used to be an adventure time oc but i changed it

andrew grew up in a religious household with strict parents, making him study. hes not allowed to be with friends

margee is raised by her uncle because her dad died in a car accident,

dally has a strained relationship with his dad, his dad being an alcoholic and not taking care of his health

they were all childhood friends and then they got seperated, when they got older, they all saw each other and got together for support

(ok imm a fool and i try to make a webcomic but i keep not not finishing it so, woops)

bunny ocs when i was younger, i need to work on their stories, sorry, no other info except they want to beat each other lol

cupid accidentally shots an arrown at ching and now they fell inlove with mar, and mar just wants to vibe and be ignored but with ching contantly trying to woo mar, cupid thinks thats enough and tried to help mar because that wasnt suppposed to happen lol

girl realises that the monsters under her bed and in her closet are real and tries to get her mother to help her.

her mother abuses her and the girl is just scared and she doesnt know what to do

(im getting lazy)

baintly wants to be a good wizard but she sucks at everything

butters(the broom) is accidentally made when she tried to summon her animal

she was about to get kicked out of school but out of sepretation, she promised her school that she’ll go get a gem from a feared dragon in order to prove her place in the school

she got lonely and got a pet bunny and fox

terry accidentally summoned perry and she doesnt know how to handle a demon in her room, ralph is terry’s friend

set in space and theyre all animals

the top are a bunch of criminals and the bottoms arer in the police forces

and they both have to work toegether to get rid of a dangerious villian set to destroy the galaxy

ok so i lost their names but basically, big demon goes to the human world and befriends a child. other demon is the right hand and he follows his master and hes just a ball anxiety. the older sister is a monster hunter and she tries to kill the big demon living in her house

#doodle #Anonymous #anon #oc #ocs #long post #im not even joking there more #i just couldnt fit them all in here cause i got really lazy #but uhhh #opions please #cause uhhhh #anon asked #and i want to know what u think #anon please respond #:[

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brinytrolls · 4 years

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if you’re open to plotting something new, what are some ideas you might want to explore with someone??

i am always open to plotting!! let me see what i can find, i’ll organise it by character,,,no dancestors for now but if u wanted to plot with one of them, feel free to send another ask!!

i dont really have any DETAILED plot ideas, these are more just starting points..sadly none of my ocs rly have future arcs planned out so these are all pretty casual...and these are not an exhaustive list! im open to any and all plot ideas so pls dont be afraid to ask!!

for faldur,,

he’s always open for ex matesprits or ex kismesis, as well as casual pitch flings. theres pretty much no guidelines for these ones, if it’s someone who’d be interested in him, and they’re jade or above, it’s fair game!

an ex mate might be someone who found him too intense and broke up with him, someone who indulged his narcissism and boosted his ego til his other quads were forced to intervene, or something else entirely, as long as there was a reason they had to break up (i currently dont want him to have a red quad 4 Reasons)

kismesis flings…hes open to anything. he hangs around bars often and will flirt with Anyone he finds attractive, so if someones open to that kinda thing its good to go. this could also lead to general friendships! he has no friends currently. boo

on the topic of friends, book friends! a little known fact is he spends a lot of time on book forums, and someone to geek out over books with would be a nice change of pace.

bitchy highblood friends. just like a bitchy seadweller squad would be fun, tbh.

enemies! got a seadweller who would find him obnoxious? hell yeah! enemies is pretty open ended, i’d be willing to have faldur fucked up to teach him a lesson (within reason, he IS a seadweller and he is strong. he does fight a lot) alternatively, u got a lowblood (or highblood tbh) who needs a reason to be afraid of seadwellers? faldur attacks ppl who so much as look at him funny, so thats a valid option too

MAFIA TIES…faldur works as an assassin for when people need something really fucked up done to someone. do with that what u will

OH I JUST REMEMBERED fleet recruiters/anyone from the fleet/similar organisation who sees potential in him. faldurs constantly torn between redemption and leaving it all behind to join the fleet, so that could be interesting!

theres definitely more but…tbh im welcome to anyone approaching me with ANY plot ideas they have!

will do the rest under the cut bc that got LONG

I WROTE THIS ALL OUT AND FORGOT HARREL

BIG ONE IS just other mafia trolls!!

mafia bosses/hitmen who would hire him. who are doing jobs on the downlow, and need a cleanup guy! harrel is very good at his job so he’s highly regarded within the business

especially mean mafia ppl. be mean to him. its part of his character hes anxious bc the mafia is mean

no specifics, but i want harrel to just get Fucked Up. like i said, he’s highly regarded so holding him for ransom isn’t out of the question. just fuck this nerd up

on a lighter note! he frequents record shops and jazz clubs, so maybe a musician or two with similar interests to help him get out of his shell. he needs a friend or two.

friends from university! anyone in sciences, forensics, medical science, criminal studies…he probably studied with them! his backstory is that he disappeared from university one day when he got kidnapped by a mafia boss, and managed to wrangle his way into them keeping him alive. an old friend who noticed and is suddenly Very Confused upon seeing him again like 5 years later

someone he went to uni with who’s now in the law industry, and the conflict that might arise from them being on two totally different ends of the spectrum…could be a fun dynamic!

on the same wavelength: old flames from university. ex quadrants, ex hookups, ex crushes. people he was romantically involved with before suddenly disappearing

i think thats all…

forrr sarky!

no real quad stuff needed for him…perhaps an ex or two, but no real ideas there!

other grubtubers to be friends with, or fans who’ve met/would want to meet him! grubtube is a HUGE part of his life and i’ve never really been able to explore it, bc he has no connections involved with it. u got a grubtuber troll who’d collab with him? a troll who enjoys letsplays? a weird youtuber superfan who’d give their right arm to meet a letsplayer? fuck yea dude all valid options

PETTY INTERNET DRAMA. im sure theres potential

sarky IS a shifter, meaning he turns into a weird dragon monster in the dead of night on a full…moons (idk how that works on alternia,,,hello???) u got a troll who’d stop him when they catch him stumbling shirtless thru the city streets post-shift towards a local diner at 4am weirdly covered in scars and looing like he’s about to pass out?? a poor overworked diner worker wondering what the Fuck this dudes deal is when he stumbles in at 5am before cramming his face full of meat?? a troll who hangs out in the wilderness bordering the city and saw the horrific sight of this fuzzy teal bitch shifting into a giant dragon?? or just a fellow shifter perhaps?? idk theres a lot that can be done here, im sure

apartment neighbours! disgruntled highblood a floor below him wondering why this bitch keeps scaling the building?? or someone who thinks its pretty sick, actually.

fellow city dwellers for him to meet and befriend or annoy the shit out of…he takes the subway a lot, so they can meet there. or in some greasy food place

connected to faldur, any ex quads of faldurs that had to be intervened with and broken up, sarky was probably involved. if u want them to be bitter towards him, feel free. it makes for more interest >:3c

florem time…………..

GET FLOREM A GIRLFRIEND 2K20…PLEASE. i just want her to have a girlfriend. its what she deserves and we all know it

get her FRIENDS TOO....friends who will support her, and her weird hobbies. florem has a tendency to help other people and forget about her own needs, so itd be nice for her to have a friend who listens to her too...

perhaps a troll who stumbles upon her weird troll-eating plant. a fellow enthusiast or some poor soul she has to rescue, either or

a fellow taxidermy enthusiast....maybe a pen pal who buys stuff from whatever the troll equivalent of etsy is

camping buddy...............she has no one to go camping with!!

im sadly low on ideas for florem but i DO want interactions with her...

veleno tiem babey

she needs a gf in every single goddamn quad.....shes 100% single

a Bunch of highbloods who were cocky enough to gamble against her, and are incredibly mad about losing. highbloods out for vengeance

on the same wavelength, a highblood who lost and got incredibly mad and fucked her face up, giving her all them scars....vel would avoid them for the rest of her life, but perhaps its someone who frequents the same casinos as she does so she cant avoid em 4 Extra Drama

other down on their luck lowbloods, maybe younger ones, who need her help bc shes Experienced. she can become their Street Mom

other down on their luck lowbloods for her to just befriend!! she frequents a shitty diner, as well as singing in a jazz club and hanging around in casinos. if youve got a lowblood who hangs around in those places they could def meet!

i THINK thats all i got...but know i am more than open to literally Any plot suggestion ever >:3c

#Anonymous #ask #save #pls read this is u ever even Consider rping with me i spent 2 long writing this #fredmusings #i cant believe i whole ass forgot harrel

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sirenasinsib · 4 years

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Spider

If you Like it please don't for get to press that Reblog! its means a lot to me!

WOW I havent posted in a while, been working on my own stuff but here is some personal works. Expecet to see alot of content of Spider and Viper. Ive been playing a ton of Titanfall so im in that mood rigt now.

Fandom: Titanfall

Relatonship: Viper/OC Character

Warnings: Very long clocking in around 3260 Words! Explict language, canon violence, mutual pinging, build to relationship, and smut at the end!

He really didn't see why the ship was built to have a limited number of dorms. It was hard to find a spot and claim it as yours when it's already six members and their Titan, but the recent addition made it just a bit harder.

Spider, he was told, was to be dorming with him. Sloane and Ash were already in one room as was Ritcher and Kane, and he preferred to not have one of the other two males to be dorming with him, he saw how messy they kept theirs. Blisk's room was of course off limits. They were just about to take off when he heard a knock on the door before it slid open. Spider was there with only 2 duffle bags. She walked in quietly looking around the room.

The "kitchen" was towards the front of the room, right beside the entrance, a couch and TV opposite of it. Towards the back were two beds in opposite corners and lockers on both sides. The left side was noticeable more used with the bed sheets being almost completely off the bed, an extra locker that was slightly open due to the amount of tech it was holding. She took to the right side. Placing her duffle bags on the bed. Viper didn't focus on her as she moved around. He would have to just get used to another person in the room.

It was actually quite easy getting used to another person in the same room as him. The first week she slept with most of her gear on. The second week he noticed she would get up very early, earlier than Ash even, he didn't know where she went at the time, too busy trying to get more sleep before the day started. Hawk, his titan, told him later where Spider went. Often she went to the Titan hanger bay and got into her own Titan, JD.

She appears to be under stress. JD has stated that they are not used to working with others. He also stated that she fears word of her being with the Apex Predators might get out and someone from her past may try to capture her.

Hawk spoke into the link as he worked on one of her thrusters.

Is she that valuable of a member if she needs protection?

You were only a Predator if you had the skills. Needing protection meant you were weak.

Calculations suggest a 78% better performance in missions with the assistance of a Monarch Titan and Pilot. It is also easier to be assisted, that is a possible reason why they joined instead of remaining in hiding. They were on low ammo and power, yet we’re able to steal just enough from both Militia and IMC units without being caught.

It was one of their first real big missions after joining. They were to defend a couple of units going in to steal information and escort them out and to extraction. Spider had JD watch the back as she jumped from rooftop to rooftop calling out as well as distracting.

“Would be nice if I got some help! Got a Legion hiding with an Ion!”

Kane yelled over the comms. Viper was on the far side of the complex and was dealing with his own Titan, same with the others when he heard Spider speak up.

“On the way, can you distract them?”

“I’m in a fucking Scorch you bug! What do you think?!”

He spotted JD quickly running to the back of the area, halting slightly he guessed to pick up Spider before he started to hear the faint rattle of an electric charged XO-16.

“Enemy shields down! Kane?!”

He heard Kane laughing along with the roar of a Flame core activating and the sound of a Titan exploding.

“Enemy Legion down.”

Kane’s Titan spoke. Spider had to back up from a placement of Anti-Rodeo smoke when the Ion charged out with a vengeance. The monarch shot a few rockets and even an energy siphon before charging against the Ion. Then the radio filled with a hatch opening and a loud Metallic BAM.

“Systems restored. Enemy pilot down.”

JD spoke. They had executed a Titan, and stole its battery. That was smart and ballsy Viper thought.

“Both teams got the data! Time to go!”

Blisk yelled into the comms, the roar of his Predator Cannon in the background. Viper dashed to the location of his team to defend as the others followed suit. Ash, Spider, and Kane made it back to his location while Blisk, Sloane, and Ritcher made it to their spot. Viper took to the skies, circling the group as Kane to the front and the other two took to a side. They would have a long walk to evacuation as they kept the enemy off their back and made sure that the ground troops stayed together.

It was a long walk getting to extraction. They had to stop twice to make sure that they weren't followed and to give the ground troops rest since they didn't have a Titan. It was dark when they did their second stop deciding to rest a little before getting the last few miles in and getting off the planet.

"Spider, Viper, you're on first watch. Sloane, Ash, you’re next, one hour."

Blisk told them before finding a spot for his Titan to hunker down and both of them rest. Spider and Viper walked a bit away from the group before they found a spot. Spider hopped out of the Titan onto its hand as it lifted her up to the top of its chassis. She had a DMR in one hand with a ration bar in the other. Viper decided it would be a good time to eat as well.

They sat in silence save for the whir of both Titans. Occasionally Spider would grab her DMR and look into the forest, he didn't see why, the titans would pick up on anyone approaching faster than they would, unless it was cloaked units but he didn't say anything. The hour passed uneventfully and Ash and Solane soon came to take their spot. Spider got back into her Titan as Viper moved Hawk to a spot and the other pair went to their own.

"Viper? Can I ask you a favor?"

He turned from the blueprints for Hawk. Spider had grown more easy to get use to, she talked more. Sparred with the rest a few times. She seemed unsure right now.

He spoke "Depends."

"My arm, I need another hand or set of hands to fix the connections and make sure the rotators aren't getting any build up or are worn down."

He was surprised to find her asking for help, he seen the way she reacted to others touching it when not fighting.

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't think you were capable, and I trust you a helluva lot more than the rest of the lot."

"Really, not very smart."

She gave a snort. "I seen the work you put on your Titan, as soon as you get this you're gonna do the same, besides, why purposely mess it up when I'm the one that keeps everyone's backs cleared."

It was quiet for a moment.

"Fine. Blueprints?"

She tossed a small flash drive to his hands as she turned her focus to getting her arm off. He saw out of the corner of his eye, she pressed a button before twisting and pulling off the arm and placed it on the desk before turning

"I'm going to get cleaned up, you know how to find me."

They were sparing. He would never admit it out loud but she was one of the hardest predators to fight against. Sloane had a pattern, Ash wasn't fluid, Kane was easy to get dizzy, Ritcher you just let him do all the hard work of runnin around, Blisk favored his right side, but Spider? She dodged another lock, ducking quickly and she slid up right beside him, their gear rubbing against each other before she backed up from another swing.

She was fast, graceful, and really fucking hard to hit. He had one more trick. He turned around and charged her, she sidestepped, just like he thought she would and quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her with and using his momentum to flip them as they landed on the ground. He placed his fist above her neck as the other held her arm.

“I won.”

She gave a quiet laugh before tapping her non trapped hand on his side, where the armor was weaker.

“More like a stalemate. Besides. . .”

He gave a small head tilt before suddenly her legs pushed against him, flipping him above her head. He let go of her arm, trying to stop himself from flipping. She quickly rounded and got above him, trapping both hands in her metal one as she placed her weight on his thighs, keeping from him lifting his legs to do the same.

“I won now.”

Ok so he may or may not be pinning for the skilled sniper sleeping in the same room as him, who can beat him in hand to hand combat, does not intrude into his space, while also being a helpful hand when it comes to modding Hawk, and she looks good. Viper gave a quiet groan at his thoughts as he let the water wash his sins off the wall before he turned off the water. Drying most of his hair before wrapping the towel around his shoulders and pulling on a pair of boxers. He stepped into the room he shared the person of his thoughts with. Spider was distracted, she had taken her DMR apart and cleaned it again. The jump to their next contracts always left her on edge. “How many times have you taken that apart now?” He asked as he pulled on his pilot gear. “In total or while you were in the shower?” She was being funny, noticing he was in there longer than usual. He shook his head but grinned.

“Ha ha very funny.”

“Huh really, am I getting better at jokes? But in reality probably not a good idea to use a lot of hot water, you know how the boss and Kane get when they cant basically melt their skin off. There are other ways to relax.” His brain short circuit, did she really mean?-No that's just his thoughts, Spider didn't seem like the type to get attached to coworkers, or offer to be a fuck buddy. He didn’t turn around to face her, rather not look at her and see if she was being serious, the mission wouldn't go right then. “Yeah I know it's called sleep.”

“Thats- “Five mins till we get to the drop, get your asses to your Titans!” Blisked yelled into the comms. Spider didn’t get a chance to finish what she was gonna say as Viper grabbed his weapons and the rest of his gear and rushed out the door, she followed suit.

He didn’t understand why he was sent on a solo mission, but he was told to for some reason, he guessed it was the fact no one knew his face, so he had to. He was ready to get back to being on the ship and rather deal with his personal issue then do another solo mission, he missed the small comfort of being assisted should things go south.

He walked into the room quietly, it being late on the ship, and set down his duffel bag. The room looked mostly the same, another Sniper had been added to Spider’s desk, while a few Titan parts were placed on his, most likely due to Spider, she often found bits he was needing to get. Her bed was surprisingly empty seeing how she wasn’t in the hanger and he saw no one in the training room when he passed by.

He looked to his bed, ready to sleep in his gear and deal with the pain later when he saw something in it. Spider was under the covers, wearing one of his shirts surprisingly and hugging his pillow. He turned not sure how to deal with her and decided to change. He heard the bed creak slightly as he changed and glanced back seeing Spider sit up.

“Sorry I didn’t know you were back and I- the room felt different- I had problems sleeping and . . .”

She rambled before stopping, looking down and fiddled with the blanket before placing her hands beside her to get up.

“I’ll get out of your way.”

“Spider.”

She paused and slowly looked up. He was close now, having changed.

“If you want . . . you can stay.”

He didn’t want to admit but sleeping sucked when he was alone on the mission, the room felt barren without her. He missed her presence in general.

“Oh-ok”

She went towards the wall of the bed, grabbing her pillow and placing his back in the process as he got in. She hugged the wall as he faced the outside and he could feel her tension and it got on his nerves. He flipped over after sometime and placed a hand on her waist and held her.

“Relax.”

She took a deep breath calming herself before the two slowly drifted to sleep. They woke up with her head tucked under his chin and her own arms wrapped around his waist. They didn't speak about sleeping together, but they didn't stop either. He didn't know what to call whatever they had, sleeping together but not actually sleeping together.

She was on a solo mission now. They needed someone who could go in and get close to the target without drawing attention. She volunteered actually. Pointing out that she still wasn't known as a Predator, and was an assassin before joining them. She got back two weeks later and immediately went to the med bay. The mission was successful but she had taken a few bullets, thankfully not in severe locations, removing glass shards, and trying to fix her arm.

She was in a foul mood and no one bothered her, well except him of course. He had snatched her gear, arm and helmet mainly, the visor was cracked, as he set out to fix the two as she recovered. Once released from the med bay she was to rest and given a few more weeks for the nanites to do their job.

He bothered her by watching movies, Top Gun and Edge of Tomorrow at least twice. Once healed she immediately went back to training, prepping her body after not having done so while healing. He joined her, bored out of his mind.

"-nd I snapped his arm in half."

She was talking about the mission as they spared. He stayed quiet letting her sort of vent before he blocked a swing from her.

"Taught the ass to don't even think about touching someone without asking."

She spoke of someone following her, harassing her, while on the mission. She had gotten somewhere quiet and out of view before she attacked him after he touched her. While he was pissed that someone touched her, the fact that she broke his arm made him satisfied. He gave a groan hearing what sounded like metal on metal.

His head was pounding yet he didn't even drink that much the night before. Spider was trying to be quiet, whipping up some food their bodies could handle while being slightly hungover. Eventually the noises stopped and he could tell lights were turned off. Cracking one eye open just a bit to see Spider in the kitchen eating whatever she made quietly, lost in her thoughts.

She was wearing one of his shirts again, he could see her shorts under the edge of his shirt but just barely. He looked away in his own thoughts before his eyes flicked back to her when she started moving. Bringing a bottle of water, medicine, and some food.

"Are you always looking out for everyone?"

She hummed a bit as he sat up before speaking.

"Guess it's just in my nature."

He gave a soft grunt as he was pushed onto the bed. Spider was quick to straddle him. She leaned down quickly, capturing his lips with hers and kissed hard. He kissed back just as hard as his hands grabbed her waist and head. He’s not sure how the make out session started. They were sparring again when it just got a little heated. OK more than a little, Spider had gained the upper hand and straddled his waist when he let out a tiny choked moan. She halted slightly, surprised by the noise before she moved but it felt like she purposely dragged her weight onto him more. Then they were hurrying back to their room, their gear quickly stripped away.

He was brought back to the present when Spider slowly kissed down his chest, her thumb flicking over a hardening nipple before kissing above his navel. She then tugged on his briefs, getting him to lift his hips as she pulled them off. Her hands felt along his thighs as she breathed over his cock. Slowly she gave the head a tiny kiss before giving a long lick on the underside. His breath was shaky but when she enveloped him with her mouth he let out a moan, his hands covering his face as she slowly bobbed up and down. Stopping at times to flatten her tongue on his head.

"Fuck." He groaned out.

Spider hummed, watching his reaction through her eyelashes. She continued before he started to pant harder, his hips slowly thrusting.

"Fuck-Spider-Ah!"

She quickly pulled off, her hand squeezing the base almost painfully keeping him for cumming. Slowly did he come from that high and she started to pump again. She crawled into his lap as she kept the slow pace, her other hand going to her cilt and rubbed lightly before slowly sliding a finger in. She matched her pumps, her finger sliding in as her hand went down. She continued even as she added a second and third. Once she felt stretched did she stop.

Viper's hands went to her waist as she held him and slowly slid down a tiny moan coming out as she bottomed out. Then she rose and slid back down, her pace slow. His hands gripping her waist tight. She leaned down quickly kissing him as a hand went into his hair as the other braced near his head, his own hands moving, one to her hair, the other to the small of her back.

The kisses were slow and sloppy, quiet pants came out between the kisses before Spider slowly increased her pace. They broke the kiss, letting their foreheads rest together. Quiet words spoken as the pleasure rose.

"Nnnn-Viper-ah-Viper!"

"Fu-ck-Spider!"

They came with a shout. Spider giving a few thrust before slamming down hard and stilling. Small shakes went through their bodies as they breathed. Spider made a quiet whine as she pulled off him, feeling slick dribble out onto them both. She ran her hand through his hair slowly before giving a quiet grunt.

"We need a shower."

"Is that an offer for round 2?"

He said with a grin causing a quiet laugh to escape her.

"Only if you promise to help clean up the mess."

"Deal."

#titanfall viper #Viper x OC #NSFT #Lemon #Sibby's Writing

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You’ve Become My Favorite Sin [6]

Alternatively Titled: Heavenly Way to Die

Pairing: Jungkook x Male OC | Angel!Jimin x femdemon!reader

Ratings/Warnings: M for Mature. Cursing, drinking, smut (oral), and Homophobic slurs. Main character death. Also, contains religious themes.

Word Count: 5.9 k

A/N: Most of this chapter is backstory for Jungkook’s character, but the end does switch back to the present, so you could read this without the first 5 parts but the end will be very confusing. Also, I wanted to do male reader, but I thought that having two people named _____ might be confusing, so please feel free to get rid of Henry and replace it with your name if you’re a male reader looking for some love thank you thats all

Songs: Mercy / Gatekeeper by Hayley Kiyoko, Sanctify by Years & Years, and What A Heavenly Way to Die by Troye Sivan

Summary: When Jimin started questioning his place in the world as an angel, you took it upon yourself to show him the darker side of life. Suddenly, falling from grace doesn’t seem so bad.

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Paris, France: 1947

Jungkook wasn’t exactly sure how he had ended up at this bar. Earlier in the night his intention had been to get soused and judging by the way he felt, he had reached that goal.

The night had gotten off to a rough start, him almost immediately having to deal with some fat-head American whose mission in life must be to attack any and all Japanese men who he runs into. Jungkook was used to this, he had been dealing with it for years now, so he silently pulled his Korean American identification card out of his wallet and presented it with his right hand to the man. His left hand presented the man his middle finger.

The fat-head apologized for his slur while Jungkook made note of his uniform. Jungkook still maintained his silence as he pulled his dog tags out from underneath his shirt.

“Wow I’m an ass,” the fat-head said. “What branch?”

“Army,” Jungkook replied as he turned back to his drink. “Would have done national guard, but they found out I could speak Japanese, so they didn’t give me a choice.”

“I’m army as well. National guard is for pussies anyways.”

“My older brother was national guard, so I would rethink that.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. Listen man, me and some GIs are having some drinks over here, and you’re welcome to join us.”

Jungkook looked over to where he pointed and weighed his options. On one hand, he was perfectly content drinking alone until he couldn’t see straight. On the other, he had to admit this was becoming a depressing routine. So, he decided to join them.

Jungkook never much liked being in the military. He and his brother had enlisted with the only other Korean American in their neighborhood. He had told them about this thing called the Tiger Brigade, a Los Angeles Korean Reserve, and they figured it was a good enough way to fulfill their draft requirement with the least risk to their life. The plan worked for everyone but Jungkook, who probably should have lied when they asked if he knew Japanese. Nevertheless, he passed the test and they shipped him to the Pacific. Sometimes when he laid in bed hoping for sleep to overtake him, he wished that he hadn’t let his grandmother teach him Japanese. He wished that he had ignored her like his brother.

But he didn’t.

“Did you develop a soul while you were gone, Fitz?” one of the GIs sitting at the table greeted as Jungkook and apparently Fitz approached the table.

“Turns out, he’s Korean,” Fitz shrugged as he slid into the booth. “and a GI like us.”

Jungkook slid into the booth after Fitz, as the other GIs ragged on their friend. He began to nervously stroke the rabbit’s foot that he kept clipped to his belt loop. His mom had given him it before he had left for the Pacific and it calmed his nerves.

From what Jungkook could gather, he and Fitz were the only two of the group that had served in the Pacific leg of the war. As was to be expected in Paris, most of these men had served in the European tour.

“I heard they gave those cards out, but I’ve never seen one,” Fitz said. “Anyways, I’d like to make a toast to our new friend.” Fitz smiled as he turned to Jungkook. “Success to our army, success to our fleet, may our foes be compelled to bow down at our feet. Here’s to – uh,” Fitz chuckled. “What’s your name?”

“You can call me Kook.”

“Kook,” Fitz laughed. “Here’s to Kook, here’s to French women, may these girls be compelled to let him come in ‘em.”

The table broke out into howling laughter as they raised their glasses.

As far as Kook could tell that was hours ago. Now Kook was here with one of the GIs, who he thinks might be called Lazy Eye but there was also a high probability that Jungkook had called him that himself in his head, because he did in fact have a lazy eye. He dare not actually call the guy that just in case it was a horrible insult he had devised on his own time.

There were three things that had struck Jungkook odd about this bar:

They had asked him for his age when he entered, which was odd because there was no drinking age as far as he knew, and if there was one, he was well over it.

Jungkook had not seen a girl enter this establishment the entire time he had been here.

Several men had bought him drinks since he had sat down.

Lazy Eye had not taken kindly to the older men approaching them and buying Jungkook drinks, which had brought the latter back to his earlier confusion. How had he gotten here?

“Where are we?” Jungkook asked as he leaned over to Lazy Eye.

“Saint-Germain-des-Prés.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. Lazy eye was dumb as well it seemed. “The bar not the quarter.”

“The bar doesn’t have a name.”

“Fuck off,” Jungkook sighed. “Did you bring me here to kill me?”

Lazy Eye laughed. “This place doesn’t have a name because you can’t tell the cops where you were last night if it doesn’t have a name.”

“Sorry, I didn’t realize we drank our way back to America in the 1920s.” Jungkook said as he finished off his whiskey. He had to fight the urge to see if any of those old guys were coming back to buy him another drink. It was weird, but he couldn’t say he minded how full his wallet felt.

“You want another,” Lazy Eye asked, as if reading his mind.

“Don’t worry about it, buddy. We should at least see if there’s any more pennies from heaven.”

“Oh, so, you’re looking for a papa-gâteau.”

Jungkook furrowed his brow as he tried to piece together the little bit of French he knew. “Dad cake?”

“I believe it translates to sugar daddy.”

“Oh fuck, this is a gay bar.”

Lazy Eye laughed as Jungkook ran his hands over his face. The latter stood up quickly and went to leave, when Lazy Eye reached out to grab his wrist.

“You are gay, right?”

“Why the fuck would you think I’m a fag like you,” Jungkook spat back.

“Not in here, asshole,” Lazy Eye stood up and looked Jungkook square in the eyes. “Just to be clear, you sure as hell didn’t mind taking drinks from 3 different guys in here, so I wouldn’t act like the thought completely disgusts you.” Lazy eye looked him up and down. “Get the fuck out of here.”

Jungkook stood stunned as Lazy Eye sat down. He wasn’t a fighter and as he looked around the bar, it because clear that his explosion had not gone unnoticed. Grabbing his jacket, Jungkook quickly exited the building and walked down the street. Fuck if he knew how to get home.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite souse,” Henry smiled as he opened the door to Jungkook who had forgotten his keys in their apartment for the second time that week.

“Sorry Henry,” Jungkook slurred as he stumbled past his best friend. After the incident at the not named bar, the drinks had hit him much harder than he had anticipated.

“Thought you might be on active duty tonight,” Henry said, ignoring Jungkook’s apology. “Couldn’t bear to be without me.”

Jungkook, who had found refuge on their couch at this point, grabbed one of the pillows and threw it at his friend.

“Don’t take your lack of sex out on Alma’s pillows,” Henry smiled as he walked over to Jungkook and placed the pillow back on the couch.

“Alma can – she can-”

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t like Alma.” Henry sat down beside Jungkook on the couch. The two friends say in comfortable silence, as Jungkook took deep breaths to regain his composure.

Jungkook had come to Paris to be with Henry. The two men had grown up together, living on the same street in San Francisco. They had been best friends since the first time Henry choose Jungkook to be on his team in baseball. It had been the right choice, as Jungkook was naturally athletic, but the other kids often didn’t pick him because he was Korean. Henry picked him first.

After the European leg of the war Ended, Henry wrote to Jungkook and told him that he should find his way to Paris after he beat the Japanese. He had said there were three French girls to every man in Paris and they had a penchant for the exotic. Jungkook had informed Henry that he didn’t like being called exotic, but he did like girls, so he might just take him up on that offer. Two years later and here they were sitting on the couch that Henry’s mom had bought them with the pillows Alma had bought when she visited.

Alma lived on their street growing up as well, and Henry had always been in love with her. Alma had always been in love with other men, which was why Jungkook was not fond of her. He had watched Henry be a lovesick puppy about her for 14 years now, and it had only gotten more depressing.

“Speaking of Alma,” Henry said, breaking the silence. “She wrote again.”

Jungkook sighed. “She’s bad news, Hen.”

Henry shook his head. “She broke up with that asshole, Mel.”

“Sure, and next week she’ll be with a new asshole.”

“She broke you with him three months ago,” Henry smiled as he looked down at his hands. “She said she loves me and wants me to come home. That she should have made me come back with her last time she visited.”

“She loves you?” Jungkook scoffed as he stood up from the couch. “You’re going to get on a plane for that floozy and she’s going to be back together with Mel by the time you set foot in California.”

“Don’t be like this.”

“Like what, your best friend? Would you prefer it if I lied to you and let you get on that plane like a fat-head.”

“If you were my best friend, then you would know how badly I have wanted this for my entire life,” Henry said as he stood up.

“Oh, get bent! I’ve watched you pine after Alma since I became your friend and she hasn’t been interested in you once. Now she loves you? Were you doing dope while I was gone?”

“Can’t you just be happy for me?”

“I would be more than happy to watch you marry a nice French girl, maybe settle down in the countryside, have some French speaking brats, but going back to San Francisco will be the biggest mistake of your life.”

“No, the biggest mistake of my life was inviting you to live with me.”

Jungkook recoiled as if he had been hit. Henry sighed before reaching out to him, seeming to instantly regret his words, but Jungkook pulled away from his friend.

“As stated, previously, get bent,” Jungkook said as he pushed past his best friend to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He quickly surveyed the room for something to break and settled on pushing the books off of the top his dresser. They fell to the floor with a thud and Jungkook joined them there. He pulled his knees to his chest, took the rabbit’s foot off his belt loop, and gripped it tightly in his hand. He tried to stop the tears that were forming in the corner of his eyes from falling. If he hadn’t been drinking, maybe he would have known that Henry only said that because he was angry, but it didn’t feel that way. It felt like years of knowing that Henry was too good of a friend to him were finally culminating in the realization that he had never been his friend at all.

There was a light knock at the door, but Jungkook didn’t answer. He knew who it was, and if he knew Henry it wouldn’t matter either way. The door was going to be opened.

“I’m sorry,” said Henry as the door creaked open. “I didn’t mean that. You’re my brother and I love you.”

Jungkook nodded his head but didn’t turn to face Henry. His friend walked into the room and stood in front of Jungkook, causing the latter to bury his face in his knees. He felt like a child, but he also couldn’t face Henry looking so upset.

“I’ll wait a little while, make her write a few more letters before I hop on a plane, okay? Will that make you feel better about this whole thing.”

No, but Jungkook didn’t want this interaction to go on any longer. In fact, if he had it his way he would be able to magically make a bottle of whiskey appear in his hands. That would be his dream ending to this interaction.

�� “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know, and I respect you for that. You’re a good friend, always have been,” Henry nudged Jungkook’s foot with his own, causing the latter to look up at him. Jungkook was greeted with a smile.

“Okay,” Jungkook sighed.

Jungkook was absolutely sure how he ended up in the no name bar this time. Henry had gotten another letter from Alma and he had wanted to read it verbatim to him. So Jungkook listened and he counted each word that he was absolutely certain was a lie and decided that he would do a shot for each one. He was four shots in at this point and had been put on hold for a short period of time by the bartender.

The no name bar was probably a mistake, but he figured that he could convince some of the older men to buy some of the shots he had made a personal promise to down tonight and that would make his wallet very happen. He was less happy to note that he had been thinking about the establishment since his fat-headed exit last time. He felt bad about how he treated Lazy Eye.

So, there he sat on the bar stool in a gay bar with no name because such an establishment was not always welcome. It had to be private, like the army Jungkook realized. Otherwise it was a crime.

“Silver over there wanted me to give this to you.”

Jungkook looked up and was surprised to see a woman in front of him. He quickly looked up and down the bar for Hal, the bartended that had been serving him drinks all night. When Hal was not found, he returned to the women in front of him.

“You’re new,” he said, as he took the shot from her. He threw the liquid down his throat before passing the small glass back to her

“So are you.”

“How do you know that?”

She smiled, and there was something in her smile that made Jungkook feel uneasy. There was more to it, but he couldn’t tell what it was.

“Well, because you’re wrong. I’m not new. I love this place.”

Jungkook nodded his head, mostly hoping for this conversation to be over. There was something about this woman that made him both want to look away and also never look at anything else ever again. Whatever it was made him uncomfortable and would be more than enough reason to never come back here again.

“You love him,” she said, causing Jungkook’s brow to furrow.

“Silver? I don’t even know him, and he’s not really my type.”

“That’s true. Your type is your age, from San Francisco, air force pilot, madly in love with a girl you absolutely hate, and named Henry.”

Jungkook’s draw nearly dropped open as he stared at the women. “Seutokeo,” he barely whispered.

The woman smiled as she leaned in closer to Jungkook. “Agma,” she returned in a whisper.

Jungkook recoiled at her words. Demon. This was not happening. Clearly, he had too much to drink and he was hallucinating now.

“_____, nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

“How the fuck do you know all of this?”

“I just told you I was a demon, so I can only assume you are asking for a more detailed description. Very well, my dogs stay posted in this lovely establishment, and you caused quite a scene, so they followed you home. It was compelling.”

“You’re a crazy person,” Jungkook said as he stood up from his seat. He quickly turned towards the door but when he looked up at it, she was already there, greeting him with that same terrifying smile. He looked back at the bar in disbelief and when he turned back, she was in front of him. He recoiled and had it not been for her hand on his arm he surely would have fallen to the floor.

“Let’s take a walk, okay?”

Jungkook found himself in the cool Parisian night before he could object, and he began to weigh his choices. If she was a demon, there was one place he knew she couldn’t go, he just needed to keep his eyes out for a church and be ready to run once he got close enough. Easy.

“You’re in love with your best friend, and I want to help you.”

“I am not in love with my best friend,” Jungkook spat.

“But you are. You love him so much but you can’t say anything because the big guy made it so everyone would hate you for it.” She pointed up to the sky as she said this and Jungkook stupidly followed her finger. He quickly looked away once he realized her point.

“I’m not gay. I like girls.”

She shook her head. “You don’t have to be straight with me, Jungkook. I’m a huge fan of yours.”

Jungkook snorted in response. “A big fan of me? Hell, I didn’t know I was with a fan, I would have offered to sign something for you.”

“How about you sign away your soul?” She winked. “You promise me your soul and I’ll make Henry fall in love with you.”

“How many times do I have to tell you I-”

“Listen,” she interrupted as she stopped walking. “You can lie to me until you’re blue in the face, but you are in love with him.”

Jungkook desperately wanted them to start walking again so he could keep looking for a church. He pulled away from her lightly to try and get the show on the road, but she pulled back harder, making him stay with her. Jungkook was certain of one thing, this was bad, and he was not getting out of it.

“You want him, and I want you to have him. Falling in love with you will save him,” she said. “He won’t go back to California, he’ll stay right here with you and be crazy happy about it.”

Her last point piqued Jungkook’s interest. If he was being honest, there was this part of him that he had shoved down when he was about 15-years-old. He had been playing football with the neighborhood kids and he was just about to make a touchdown when he got knocked aside. He landed on his back and when looked up Henry was smiling down at him.

Gotcha, Kook, was all he said in response, but Jungkook had thought about those words for weeks. He had felt something then that when he was home alone hours later, he felt ashamed for. Something that threatened to bubble up any time he was with Henry after that. Something that made his skin rise when Henry walked around half-naked in their apartment. Something that made him hate Alma, because she was going to get him in the end, when Jungkook knew who really deserved him. Who would do anything for him.

“Let’s say you’re right-”

“I am.”

“what happens to me. I mean, what does selling my soul mean.”

A small smile danced at her lips. “I need a right-hand man, and you’re the guy I want. You spend the rest of your life with Henry and then you spend it with me, running my dominion as my principality. It’s a win-win.”

Jungkook wanted to pretend that he needed time to think it over, but the moment she had promised that he would stay in Paris and forget about Alma he had been sold. Finally, Henry would be free of her, they would be free of her.

“Okay.”

“Fantastic,” she reached down and pulled the rabbits foot off of Jungkook’s belt loop. “I’ll be needing this, and you’ll be needing some paper work.”

Jungkook hesitated as he stood outside of his and Henry’s apartment. _____ had left him long ago with the promise that her magic worked immediately. However, Jungkook’s brain wasn’t working as quickly. He was terrified because this meant he was giving into every thought, every feeling he hadn’t let himself have for close to ten years. He knew what he always knew; giving into this meant no going back. Stepping into that apartment would change everything and right now he wanted to be the same Jungkook who only liked girls for just a few moments more. The Jungkook that stood on the other side of that door was confusing and new and scary and he wasn’t ready for that yet.

Then again, he wasn’t sure he would ever be ready for that.

Gripping the door handle with his shaking hand, Jungkook slowly opened the door and entered his new life.

Henry was sleeping on the couch and there was a pang in Jungkook’s heart at the sight. Turns out, his new life wasn’t waiting immediately on the other side because this was normal. His friend stirred as Jungkook shut the door and the latter worried that he had awoken him.

“I tried to stay up,” Henry said, confirming Jungkook’s concerns. “but you’re always out so late.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Henry chuckled, his tone deep with sleep, and opened his eyes slightly. “I’m glad you did. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Oh?” Jungkook feigned ignorance as he walked further into the apartment and closer to Henry.

“Alma wrote today,”

Jungkook nodded his head. This was the part he had been most excited about. The moment when Henry said that he no longer cared what she thought.

“She’s coming to visit again.”

“What. The. Fuck.” Jungkook held his head in his hands as he tried to wrap his mind around what was happening. He had been duped. “I can’t believe I sold my soul to a demon for this shit. I really let myself unearth all of the horrible feelings I have for you, damned myself for eternity, and you have the audacity to still be in love with her, because I got tricked by a demon.”

“Jungkook, are you okay? You’re not making any sense.” Henry stood up from his spot on the couch, any tiredness that may have been present in his eyes now replaced by concern. “Please, take a seat, you’ve probably had too much to drink again.”

“I’m in love with you, you fat-head! I know it’s wrong and I know I shouldn’t, but I am in love with you and the fact that you would be with someone like her, someone so beneath you, makes me want to die,” Jungkook pulled his arm away from Henry as he began pacing around the living room. “So I did just that, I damned myself for eternity so I could finally be happy on this god-forsaken Earth and for once in my pitiful life feel like loving you was the right thing to do, and you tell me Alma is coming here and the next thing I know you’re back in California and I continue to be sad and alone, fucking girls that I’ll never love because I love you.”

“Jungkook,”

“What?”

Henry jumped at Jungkook’s words and the latter realized he was still shouting. He put his hands out to show that he was sorry and calming down.

“You love me?”

Jungkook snorted as he looked down at his feet. It was probably too late to turn back now. “Oh, you heard that? You heard me screaming that I love you?” He looked up at Henry. “Is it too late to say that was all a joke?”

“You’re a fat-head, you know that?” Henry smiled as he walked to Jungkook.

“Or maybe I’m working on some lines for a play? Or what about if I sa-” Jungkook’s words died on the tip of his tongue as Henry reached up and placed his hands on either side of Jungkook’s face. He hesitated for only a moment before pressing his lips against Jungkook’s.

Jungkook was stunned, having been so sure that he had been tricked by the demon, but as Henry’s warm body pressed deeper into his own, he finally realized that this was really happening, and he kissed the man he loved back. Jungkook had always thought that giving into his desire for Henry would make him feel heavy with shame, but he had never felt lighter in his life. It was as if the room was no longer around them and the world no longer existed. It was just him and Henry as he had always wanted it.

Jungkook deepened the kiss, the longing in his chest growing stronger. He had wanted Henry for so long and there was a part of his brain that told him they had plenty of time and that everything could wait. The other part was tired of waiting and that was the part he decided to listen to. He pressed his hardening cock into Henry’s thigh, causing the latter to smile into their kiss. Henry pulled back and smirked at Jungkook before pulling the latter back into his room. The next few moments were a flurry in Jungkook’s mind as he tried to control his rapidly beating heart. He had been wrong earlier when he had said that everything was going to change when he entered the apartment. Everything was going to change now. Henry was the first person to remove his shirt, Jungkook was sure of that, because he had pulled Henry in for another kiss once he realized that he could finally do that whenever Henry was half-naked around the apartment.

“I want you,” Henry said as they broke away from the kiss, and that was when Jungkook’s shirt came off. The rest of their clothes came off quickly and Jungkook did his best to maintain his composure when Henry dropped to his knees in front of him. Wrapping his fingers around Jungkook’s hardened member, Henry smiled before licking languidly at the tip of his cock. Jungkook hissed at the contact and instinctively wound his fingers into Henry’s hair pulling him closer to where he wanted him. Henry wrapped his lips around Jungkook’s cock and began moving slowly up and down his length.

Jungkook was embarrassed by how quickly he felt his high approaching, but he wasn’t done with Henry yet. He had been waiting so long that this couldn’t be the end. He pulled lightly at Henry’s hair, but he did not let up. Instead he swatted at Jungkook’s hand and gripped tightly at his thigh. Jungkook swore under his breath and did his best to hold on.

He looked up at the ceiling, because looking down at Henry while he took Jungkook’s dick into his mouth so well and so happily, was too much for him to handle while his ego refused to let him cum.

“Fuck,” Jungkook looked back down at Henry and the latter’s eyes looked back at him. “You’re amazing, I can’t hold on any longer.”

Henry moaned around Jungkook’s length, causing a slew of obscenities to leave Jungkook’s mouth as he came. Henry continued his pace as he milked Jungkook for all he had and pulled away once Jungkook’s orgasm had finished. Jungkook lazily smiled at Henry as he stood up from his spot.

“I love you,” he whispered, as Henry wrapped his arms around his neck.

“I love you too, Kook. Always have.”

Jungkook rolled over in his bed and reached out for Henry, only to find that he wasn’t there. Jungkook’s eyes quickly shot open as he searched the room for his boyfriend. The had been taking turns sleeping in each other’s room since that night months ago, and he hadn’t woken up without Henry in a long time. Even when Henry had work early in the morning, he made sure to wake Jungkook up with a kiss before leaving.

Utterly confused and slightly worried, Jungkook got out of bed and walked into the living room. He searched the entire apartment for Henry, but he wasn’t there. Looking at the calendar that hung-over Henry’s desk, confirmed that he didn’t work early today. He should be here. Jungkook walked back to his room to put some clothes on his naked body. As he cleaned up the remnants of last night, he tried to remember if Henry had said anything about an errand he needed to run, or a friend he was going to see. Jungkook couldn’t think of anything. As he finished making the bed, the door to the apartment opened and closed, allaying Jungkook’s fears. Whatever Henry needed to do, he was back now, and everything was okay.

“I woke up and you weren’t here,” Jungkook said as he walked into the living room.

Henry looked up at him and offered him a small smile, as he shrugged his jacket off. “Sorry, Kook, I just had something I forgot I needed to do.”

“It’s okay, you just owe me tonight,” Jungkook teased as he wrapped his arms around Henry’s waist and pulled him in for a kiss.

Henry offered him another small smile when he pulled back and he quickly moved out of Jungkook’s embrace. The interaction felt off to Jungkook, but he decided not to bring it up. He didn’t want to seem clingy and it was probably nothing.

“Did you eat before your errand, I can make breakfast?”

“Yeah, that’d be great, Kook. Thanks.”

Jungkook made his way into the kitchen and he began to make breakfast, but something about Henry still felt off to him. In fact, it continued to feel off to him for the rest of the day. Jungkook had tried to talk to him about his errand while the ate breakfast, but Henry said it was nothing for him to worry about. Jungkook went into work and tried not to think about what Henry had been doing, but they had never had secrets between each other besides the fact that Jungkook had feelings for him. It wasn’t right that he was keeping something from him, and Jungkook was intent on making him tell the truth. However, all of that went out the door when Jungkook was greeted after work with a passionate kiss and hours of sex. The only thing that had felt normal all day was when Jungkook was rocking his hips into Henry’s, so he convinced himself that he was blowing everything out of proportion and that nothing was wrong.

Henry cuddled into him as they fell asleep that night, and Jungkook was sure that everything was going to go back to normal tomorrow morning.

That was until he opened his eyes.

“Fuck,” Henry cursed as Jungkook woke up. Henry was straddling Jungkook, and the latter was just about to make a joke about him not getting enough last night, when Henry’s hands flew to Jungkook’s neck.

“Kinky,” Jungkook coughed out before he realized that Henry’s hands were getting tighter on his neck.

Too tight in fact. Jungkook reached up to try and pry Henry’s hands off of him, he was stronger than Henry, but the latter had gotten the element of surprise and Jungkook was losing momentum as his airway was cut off.

Henry looked crazy above him, his eyes angry but somehow also sad. As Jungkook tried to beg him to stop it almost looked like he regretted what he was doing, but his grip only got tighter.

Jungkook batted at his lover’s hands as he tried to understand what was happening. He wanted to ask Henry why he was hurting him, he wanted to know what he had done, but mostly he wanted to know what that fucking errand was because he knew now that it had to have something to do with this. How had Henry gone from lying to this so quickly?

Jungkook’s chest burned as he continued to struggle against Henry, but his attacks were weakening as it became harder and harder to breath. His head felt light like it had when Henry had first kissed him, and he wondered how they had gotten to this point. How could someone he loved so much hold him down and murder him?

Jungkook never got the chance to ask as the world went dark around him.

And then she was there smiling.

“It’s good to see you again, Bunny. Sorry it had to end so soon.”

Jimin gasped for air as he sat on the floor of _____’s office. He had started to panic once he saw the heavenly blade on the principalities desk and he had pressed the moon on his chest in fear as he waited for you to pull him back to your dominion.

“They’re going to kill you,” he finally said as he turned to face you. “They have a heavenly blade. I saw it. You have to send me back, before Jungkook’s meeting is over, but you need to know that you are not safe.”

You looked at him with a neutral face that Jimin couldn’t read. “Anything else?”

Jimin looked at you confused. “No that’s it.”

“Just my impending erasure from existence then?”

Jimin nodded his head a frown on his face.

“Well if it’s just that,” you chuckled. “I guess I’ll see you in a little bit.”

Jimin went to respond but the familiar feeling of dematerializing echoed throughout his body and soon enough he was back outside of Dragas’ office. Beside him stood one of Dragas’ demons who looked at him skeptically.

“Didn’t want to take the stairs,” Jimin said with a humorless chuckle, looking down at his shoes.

Jungkook emerged with Dragas only moments later and he too seemed surprised to see Jimin. He nodded his head at the angel before motioning for him to follow him down the stairs.

“Weren’t you supposed to be looking for something,” Jungkook hissed as they walked to the entrance.

“I found something, and it’s really bad,” Jimin hissed back. “Somehow they got their hands on a Heavenly Blade.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he turned to Jimin. He quickly grabbed the Angel’s arm and pulled him out of Dragas’ mansion. “How do you know that?” He asked once they had made it outside. “How do you even know what one looks like?”

This was not good. Jimin quickly tried to think of a reason why he, a new demon, would have any idea what kind of weaponry angels used. “_____ showed me what they looked like just in case I saw anything like that while I was searching.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow at this but pushed no further. “If you’re right, we’re in way over our heads.”

“I hope I’m wrong then. I really do.”

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Sam & Max- A Twisted Timeless Tale ch.2

Side note: Heeeeeey.... Chapter 2 is here. Whoo..... Just a fair warning, this one took me forever! Which means it’s a little lengthy. A lot of dialogue in this one. This is also the introduction of two of my OC’s are in this... So my apologies...

Summery: When Sam and Max decide to go to Stinky’s for breakfast, they are met by two kids from out of town, who aren’t quite what they seem

Chapter 2 Stranger's At Stinky's

“Falling? Flying? Is there a difference?

How do we know if we're truly flying?

Feeling the wind on our flesh doesn't change a thing.

We could think we are flying high,

but in reality we could be reaching closer to the ground than we realize.

How do we know if we've hit the ground yet?Or have already made there?I wonder.....”

Delia Corrial rubbed her forehead, groggy and irritated. Stuffing her pen between the pages of her journal, she checked her phone for the time. 5:50 AM. They had boarded the plane somewhere between the hours of 2:45 and 3:00. They should be reaching New York city very soon. But not soon enough obviously! Cin-cin Rin had been running back and forth down the aisle, high of sugar, with a red view master taped to her face. Any wonder why the stewardess didn't do a damn thing about it, could either be that they had given up already or were just lazy. On the plus side, there wasn't a whole lot of people on board to begin with and non of them seem to care either way. On the other hand however, the constant raspberries and armpit noises was really testing Delia's slow burning fuse. She had to resort to scratching up the leather seat with her long black claws instead of just taking one the pillows and smothering Cin-cin to death with it.

Finally for what seemed like almost a century, they made it to New York. The most overrated city in the US. Once they were off and waiting for there bags, it was time to map out there location. All they needed to do now was take a shuttle and few cab rides until they got to their destination. Harridan Hospital of Brooklyn, right next to the Hudson river.

“Okay D, run this to me again? Why the Heck did Nevalla send us here?” Cin-cin asked

“Well I partly blame you for putting all those anchovies in the supply closet and blowing up the laundry room for the third time in the span of one afternoon.” Delia huffed, “Though she also told me it would be a good change of setting to help me practice in this new 'dark magic' thing she has me on... or something along those lines...”

“Yeah... Well look on the bright side D! At least we'll only have be staying here for six months and who wouldn't want to spend the whole summer in New York city?!” Cin-cin waved her hands in an inspirational speech of optimism. Which only made Delia scowl.

“Sane people...?” She asked

It was true that Delia's supervisor/mentor Nevalla, had made orders for Delia to be transferred from Harridan Hospital of Michigan to the one in Brooklyn New York. At least temporally... Though she didn't specify a clear reasoning why. While Delia had been studying in a certain type of dark magic, she still didn't know what that had to do with any of this. But that wasn't the only thing to be bothered by... Delia couldn't help but get the feeling that... Something wasn't quite right. As a matter of fact, she felt it the moment she got off the plane. It was a kind of dark squirming feeling that wriggled in her gut like so many black eels and plagued the back of her mind. She wasn't sure what is was, hopefully it would go away soon.

After they had finally gotten their stuff, the next stage of their journey came. During their shuttle ride, Delia sulked at the window. A fist pressed up against her cheek. While Cin-cin was busy enjoying her new view master rolls. Giggling and at every image.

“Heh, heh... Well thats an unfortunate angle.” Cling!

“Whoa nelly, hubba hubba!” Cling!

“Oh! D! Check out the head on this guy!?”

Delia who didn't even glance over at Cin-cin, made a raspy sigh, “Did you really need to bring that stupid thing with you?”

“Oh, don't act like you don't use these things. I've seen you!” Cin-cin protested, “Besides I know you have your playing cards in your pockets somewhere.”

“Touche...”

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It was pretty early in the morning when Sam awoke to the smell of something burning, combined with the loud blare of the smoke detector going off. Nearly causing him to fall off the couch. He rushed over to the kitchen, only to find Max attempting to cook... Again... There was food and ingredients spilled all over the floor and the pan appeared to be on fire. Max was wearing a pink apron an chefs hat.

“Oh? Morning Sam! You weren't up yet, so I decided to fix breakfast.”

Sam shook his head and smiled. “Why don't you let me take over, pal.” He said as he took the pan from Max and snuffed the fire out with a lid.

“Good! I can't seem to get this bacon to burn right!”

“You crack me up, little buddy.”

“Speaking of crack, we're all out of eggs!”

“Didn't we just buy some last week?”

“We did... But then I broke them all.”Sam just looked over at Max, “How so?”

“I was trying to juggle them with my ears.”

Sam looked down at the frying pan, now scorch to Hell and back, then forth, then back again. There was a blacken meaty substance that once resembled bacon, now fused to the pan. No way would they be able to eat any of that. At least... They could try, but why bother?

“Err... Why don't we go over to Stinky's for breakfast.”

“Oh! Boy! I've been meaning to use that fungus thats been growing in the back of our fridge to put in all of the ketchup bottles and see if anyone will notice the difference.” Max gleefully plotted as he pulled off the hat and apron and threw them to the side.

“You never sees to amaze me, little pal.”

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The bus pulled up a couple of blocks from the river. There was a diner on one side to their right and what looked like a tripped out cop car next to a run down building to their left. Delia and Cin-cin stepped out. Hauling their stuff behind. Placing her hands on her hips, Delia raised an eyebrow at the sights and sneered.

“I don't know.... It's really not that different from Chicago. I don't see why this place is so popular...”

“Where do we go from here?” Cin-cin asked, “I'm starving. Peanuts and plane crackers are just not going to cut it.”

“Well, we could just take a cab now and eat when we get there OR I do have a few 20's in my wallet that are in need of being departed. I suppose we could eat somewhere...” Delia suggested while rubbing her chin.

“Really?!” Cin-cin let out a gasp, then wrapped her arms around Delia in a tight embrace while squealing loudly, “You're the BEST!”

“Yeah, yeah... I guess so...” Delia groaned while rolling her eyes. Waiting for when Cin-cin let go,

“Come on, pea brain! Let's find whats to eat around this tin can...”

“What about that place since it's right there.” Cin-cin suggested pointing to the place that read 'Stinky's Diner' “See? It's even open!”

Delia squinted her eyes in skepticism, “I don't know... Looks like a dump waiting to be burned into the dark abyss...”

“Well, do you have any other ideas?” Cin-cin asked in a snarky tone

“Sadly thats the tragedy of it all...” Delia muttered to Cin-cin's delight

Well it certainly was deserving of its name, that much Delia knew. Walking into the place was like being hit with a wave of some of the worst smells in to world. At least for Delia anyways, due to her hyper sensitive nose. Though Cin-cin hardly seem to take much notice. The place it's self looked like a ship wreck, quite literally in fact, given the restaurant’s sea theming. It was dimly lit, hardly letting any light in. Not much else was even note worthy say for a juke-box the corner and an empty fish tank behind it. Sitting at the counter, reading the paper was a old man. With tattoos and a sea captan's hat. He briefly glanced up at the two girls and gave a huff.

“Menu's are on the counter.” He said in a thick Scottish accent “Just grab one and maybe I might cook ya something...” He grumbled

Cautiously grabbing a menu, Delia sat with Cin-cin at the window. “Well the service is already off to a great start...” Delia sarcastically mumbled,

“Eh, It's New York, D. What do you expect? ”

“Fair point. Though something tells me we might be here a while...”

“And that bothers you? C'mon D, whats the worse that could happen? Where just sitting here.” Cin-cin commented as she opened up her menu.

Delia glared at her, “That's exactly the kinda thing what I worry about. When nothing IS happening...”

“Well look on the bright side D, at least we have each other.”

Delia let out another groan, “It's already going to be a long day, I can tell....”

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Sam hastily threw on his clothes and hat, while adjusting his tie. He literally tucked Max under his arm like a towel and went out the door. “If we're fast enough we might get the early bird special.”

“Overly greasy egg burgers with a side of cheese covered bacon fries and green onions rings, followed up by possible food poisoning later?” Max asked with a grin

“Something like that.”

They arrived on the dot, just as Delia and Cin-cin were chewing on something that resembled food. Delia was having a particular tough time with what seem like the tentacle of an octopus that was casually slapped with runny eggs and burnt bacon. It was like rubber against her fangs. As the tentacle smacked Delia in the eye, there came a ring of the bell. Cin-cin peered over her shoulder to see who had come in.

“Say, D?”

“What?” She muttered through gurgled spits

“Remember when Bill Murray mentioned about how dogs and cats living together would lead to mass hysteria?” Cin-cin went on as she continued to stare back in the opposite direction of where Delia was sitting. “Well, I think he was mistaken. It should be dogs and rabbits living together will lead to mass hysteria.”

“...What the Hell are you getting at here?” Delia raised an eyebrow with annoyance, “Having you been snorting Pixi stix again?”

“I have... But just hear me out. One, either a hallucination brought on the crap we just consumed. Second, two furries on their way to some convention or three, an actual dog and rabbit. Take a look yourself.” Cin-cin pointed

Now puzzled, Delia peered over Cin-cin and sure enough, there was indeed a oversized brown dog and white rabbit that had just walked in. The dog was dressed in a gray suit and hat with a black and blue striped tie. While the rabbit was completely in the nude, say for the disturbingly wide grin of sharp teeth he wore.

“Looks more like the mascot to some outdated drug P.S.A special from the 80's and the result of a lab rodent fused with a bear-trap by teleportation devise...” said Delia, completely stone faced.

“Think we should go talk to them?” Cin-cin began to nonchalantly get up to walk over to them.

“No, no, no, no!” Delia snapped, pinning Cin-cin's head down to her level on the table, “Do not draw attention to ourselves...”

Sam and Max looked around the place for a bit, unaware of the two new comers. They direct their attention to grandpa Stinky, who was busy cleaning a not-so-suspicious red stain on the counter.“Morning, Stinky!” Sam greeted,

“Oh, you two! Morning!” the old man waved half-heartedly

“Glad to see you got your old body back. No more strutting around as an alien space gorilla, I see.” “Kind of a Pity, really... I was liking that ape bod. I could do chin ups on anything.”

“Yeah, I'm sure that wasn't the only thing you liked about that 'ape bod' if you know what I mean?” Max snickered with a sly grin,

Sam just shot him a look, while giving him a smack on the head with a menu,“Well, we're gonna be over here debating on what to eat.”

Taking a seat on the other side of the diner, it was there where Max started to take notice to the pair if strangers across from them. The one facing away from them, had bright pink puffy hair that almost looked heart shape. She had on a light green t-shirt, magenta colored shorts and pink tennis shoes that matched her already disturbingly huge hair. The other girl was facing towards them was just as striking. She was pale, really pale. As white as Max's own fur pale. She had long dark hair. Some of which hung down, while the rest were pulled up into two ponytails. She had on a black dress with jagged rips at the end, (which looked almost intentional) knee high black heeled boots and long yellow and black striped sleeves.

She appeared to be hunched over, looking away. Trying not to make eye contacted at them... and failing... When she glance back, her eyes ended up locking with Max's. Now she was looking directly at him with. For few seconds she whipped her head around, from left to right, to see if there was anything else that this bunny could be staring at. Nope. Finally she looked back at him and tilted her head to one side, making a disturbing cracking noise in the process. Max copied her motion for whatever reason. Then she did the same thing for the other side and he copied her again.

“Crap...” Delia muttered to herself, “One of them's looking this way...”

“Ooo! Let's fuse tables with them.” Cin-cin suggested

“Cin-cin, unless you have the brain capacity to come up with a really goodidea, I advise you stop talking before I throw you out the window.” snarled Delia,

“As if.” Cin-cin scoffed, as she start to take a sip of her orange juice.

“What do you think, Pal?” Sam asked as he looked through the menu, “The Double-Triple Bacon Egg Clogger or the- Max?” It was at this point, Sam had started to take notice to Max's distraction.

“Hey, little buddy? What gives?”

“Oh nothing, Sam. Just looking at that creepy girl staring us.”

“Huh?” Sam turned around and noticed the pale girl in black. Her sudden motions did indeed indicate that she was indeed watching them.

“Well, 'creepy' is one way of putting it, I guess.” Sam took pause for a moment. Who ever they were, they clearly weren't from around here as far as he knew it. As far as Sam knew it, they just kids, though there was something about the pale girl, that seemed a little... Off...

“Recognize them from anywhere, Sam?

“No, actually... Probably just some out-of-towners, Max.”

“Oh? You think we should interrogate them to find out?”

“But we don't have a case to work on.” Sam shrugged

“Who cares! I feel like mildly annoying someone.” Max gleefully announced while ringing his hands with anticipation.

“But don't you do that all the time?” Sam asked, Max just placed his hands on his hips

“Yes, but I've already worn out everyone else I know!” exclaimed Max “Besides, we could make be like that one time after you got those powers and I jumped on this one guy's head and then you zapped him so hard, he wet himself.”

“Sorry, little buddy.” Sam looked away for a moment, rubbing his paws together, “But I don't remember that.”

“Oh...Right.” Max replied a bit softly, realizing again that, that most likely couldn't have happen in this time-line. Seeing that this Sam didn't have any powers. Max now looked away in the opposite direction to Sam. It started to fall quiet.

“What are they doing now?” Delia asked, while trying to hide her face with her hand. Cin-cin peered over the booth.

“Uhh... They're just sitting there, D. Looking very dazed. They almost seem kinda... Sad.”

“Guess they realized the food was terrible and now they're re-thinking all their life decision that brought them here and wondering where they went wrong...” Delia monologue while gazing out the blinds of the window.

“You sure have a way with words, D” Cin-cin frown, however. She never liked to see people sad, not even if they were a dog and a rabbit she didn't know. Pondering for a moment, her face lit up when an idea came to mind.

“I got a plan, D?” turning over to Delia, “It's time to lighten the mood.”

“Oh Lord...” Delia groaned as her face went into her hands,

Walking over to the Jukebox, Cin-cin reached into her puffy pink mane and pulled out a small chain purse with a orange bunny on it. She proceeded to select a song. Something jazzy, before inserting a shiny coin. Music fills the air, set to the swing brass horns and woodwinds and drum beats. Cin-cin began to shack her heels and shimmy her toes. Watching her actions, Delia lightly shook her head in disapproval.

“Ya know, you're only embarrassing yourself...”

“Oh, come on, D. Dance with me!”

“No...”

“But you love to dance!”

“That's besides the point.”

Cin-cin then took Delia by the wrists, lifting her out of the booth, “Lamb-sakes, D! Lets cut loose a little, remember ya only liveonce!”

“Trust me! That's the last thing I wanna do. Live...” She crossed her arms and held her nose up, but Cin-cin was persistent. Still, despite Delia's reservations she found herself starting to dance anyway. Maybe it was the rhythm of the music, perhaps it was just a ploy to get Cin-cin off her back. Whatever the reason was, there was part of her that was kinda enjoy it and even a small smile managed to creep up her face.

Grandpa Stinky on the other-hand not so much. He let out grumbled and crumpled the paper a little as he was reading. Sam however didn't seem to mind. He smiled and bobbed his head to the music, while tapping his foot. While Max was more or less confused.

“What the Hell are they doing?” Max asked

“My guess is that their either trying to summon a music loving demon to end the world in a dance off apocalypses or Stinky's Jukebox is possessed by a jazz musician who traps it's victims in a never ending string of dance moves for all customers to make a mockery of.” Sam theorized, Max just looked at him. Blinking a few times and tilting his head in even more confusion.

“...Or they could just be dancing.” Sam added

“Well, when are they gonna stop? It's really getting on my nerves...” Max fingers began to tighten against the seat.

It wasn't until Cin-cin decided that now was a good time to whip out her silver trumpet with a the red ribbon tide at the end loop and began blaring it loudly. Delia stopped dancing the moment she saw her pull out that thing; rolling her eyes while crossing her arms. The noise was worse than a freight train, swerving down coaster track to the ends of the Earth. So much so that Grandpa Stinky got up and went to the back, while swearing something along the lines of,

“That's it! I'm getting the haggis!”

Max pulled on his ears. He couldn't take it any longer! The pink girl had to go! Leaping off the chair, he went flying. Mouth wide open, ready for a chomp. Cin-cin, completely oblivious to the attack, swirled around just in the nick of time. Her back facing Max, causing him to dive straight into the pink hairy abyss. Cin-cin abruptly stop the moment she felt movement in her hair. Then a bunch of junk came flying out. Boxes of crackers, lolly-pops, crumpled napkins, a rolled up news paper and even a bowling ball. Before finally Max emerged from the puff mane, having forgot what he was about to do just a few seconds earlier. In his hand was a shiny red view master. He held it up proudly.

“Hey Sam! Check it out!”

Suddenly he felt a large paw grab him by the collar area and lift him out of the hair. Max looked up to see sudden panic strinken Sam now holding him to his chest. He yanked the view master out of his paw and chucked it clear across the room. Hitting the floor with a metallic clang.

“AW MAN!” Cin-cin waved her arms in the air, “I just got new rolls for that thing!” she yelled as she was now running over to retrieve it.

Taking advantage of this moment, Delia side stepped her way closer to the pair. “Nice one!” She said as she crossed her arms with a smug grin, “I'd thought I'd never be able to dissect her from that thing. But it looks like you did the work for me, so good job...”

But when she turned to face him, she noticed he didn't seem to be paying attention. Max looked up at his partner as well. The dog seemed to be in quite a daze.

“Sam?”

“Oh? Sorry, little buddy. I- I don't know what came over me...” He said as he put Max down.

Now turning his attention the pale girl, he noticed she had yellow snake-like eyes that looked as though they were trying to burn holes into his own, “You'll have to excuse my friend, she's a moron...” exclaimed the pale girl.

Her voice was very low and raspy. As if she had been dragged out by an ally cat and chased down a few cars along the way. In contrast her friend was the complete opposite, high strung with an equality high pitched tone of voice and just a hint of scratchiness in the back of the throat. It almost sounded like the female equivalent to Max's voice. Though not as endearing...

“So, you two from around here?” Sam asked

“Hell no. We're from Chi-town...” answered the pale girl,

“There's a town for shy people?” Max question

“I think she means she's from Chicago, Melon-head.” responded Sam

“Pretty smart there McCgruff The Crime Dog.” the pale girl remarked, much to Sam's dismay,

“Please don't call me that...”

“Oh? Touched a nerve there did I?” She smirked

“Yeah, ya kinda did...” Sam said with an unamused frown, while placing his hands on his hips.

“Get use to it.” exclaimed the pink haired girl as she walked back over, “She does it to everyone.”

“That aside, what are you're names?” asked Sam

“Delia... Delia Corrial...” She responded, arms crossed again

“And I'm Cin-cin Rin!” The pink girl announced, “C-I-N 'hyphen' C-I-N R-I-N”

“Nobody cares, Bean-Dip!” Delia growled, “So uh... Who are you guys?”

“Oh! I'm Sam and his is my buddy Max. We're the Freelance Police.” Sam said as he adjusted his tie

“Freelance Police?” Delia wrinkled her nose and squinted her eyes in confusion, “What does that even mean? You guys do detective work with no restrictions from the higher ups of the law?”

“I think you just answered your own question there.” Sam replied, with a shrug

“Got ya there, D!”

“Shut-it, Ding-bat!” Delia snapped before turning back to Sam, “So let me get this straight. Somebody actually pays you guys to solve cases in your own fashion? ….Eh whatever that fashion might be...”

“By that somebody, you mean the commissioner, than yes!” Max replied in a snarky tone, “He often gives up the weird cases no one else wants to do. We're practically professionals.”

“Speak yourself there, Max.” Sam razed

“What types of cases do you guys work on, anyway?” Delia asked, her curiosity was peeked

“Where do we even begin?” Sam pondered the thought for a moment, “Well we saved the world from a hypno rainbow loving egotist, stopped a toy mafia, saved Easter Island from a volcano-”

“Traveled to the moon twice, saved three repairmen from a TV diner creature, went up against a fish in a maniacal suit-” Max added

“Performed and exorcist on Santa, turned into Zombies, travailed across space and time itself, destroyed a virtual world, kicked Hell a new one-”

“Evaded a group of savage ginny-pigs, spent Christmas with Sam's grandma at an island prison, raised a baby crocodile, took a class of students to space to watch us defeat a big-headed alien-” Max chimed in again

“Holy Crap!” Delia said, stunned and confused, (but mostly just confused...) stood there. Her mouth agape and her often narrow eyes, were now widened ten times more than eyes should be aloud to.

“And I thought we had issues...” Cin-cin mumbled as she leaned over to Delia

“So what about you two?” asked Sam, “What made you decide to visit New York?”

“Well... We were kinda forced to come here after somebody blew up the laundry room with 12 cases of TMT fire crackers... again...” Delia grumbled while slowly turning her head to Cin-cin with one of her death stares. Cin-cin just awkwardly grinned while glancing over at Delia. Hands behind her back.

“Oh? Do tell?” Max rubbed his paws together with intrigue.

“Let's not and say we did.” Delia grunted, crossing her arms.

“Ah, come D.” Cin-cin protested “Explain to them the other reason we're hear.”

“What other reason?” Sam asked perplexed

“Well we also came because Delia heres a- OW!” suddenly Cin-cin felt the smack of the rolled news paper on the side of her head.

“I think it's time we finished our breakfast and pay the bill. Don't you?” Delia asked as she wrapped an arm around Cin-cin's shoulder. Dragging her across the room, “Let's leave these boys alone now, shall we?”

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After breakfast was all done, Sam and Max stepped out the diner. The two young girls at this point were just a few feet ahead of them. Heading off in the direction of the river. Sam looked in puzzled amusement and placed his hands in his pockets.

“Those two girls were quite interesting, wouldn't you say Max” Sam asked

“If by'interesting' you mean ones a total humorless killjoy and while other is just plan annoying, than yeah...I guess you could say that.” pointed out Max

“You're pretty annoying yourself Max. But I never seem to complain.” Sam replied

“That's because your allured by my dashing charm.” Max beamed with pride

“That I am, little buddy.” Sam nodded, “That I am.”

With no phone calls just yet and not much else to do, the dog and lagomorph decided it was time to pay one of their friends a quick visit. Hoping into their car, the two headed off for Mama Bosco's lab.

#sam and max #samandmax #Sam and Max Freelance Police #freelance police #freelance husbands #fanfic #fan fic writing #fanfiction #my writing #hope someone likes this

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ifridiot · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Mature Warnings: Aftermath of Violence Relationships: Tal Runetotem (Tauren OC) + Bynx (Forsaken OC) Characters: Tal Runetotem, Bynx Additional Tags: Cannibalism, Vomit, Practical Decisions not Panning Out Summary: Tal hates waste, and he figures his undead buddy Bynx has a good idea when it comes to finding food after a battle.

Bynx (actually named Daniel) belongs to @thats-so-ravenholm. This fic is like 7 years old, but I just found a flash drive with all my old WoW writing on it lmao.

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As was common among his people, Tal abhorred waste. When he killed game, he used everything he could, even saving bones on occasion to use for carving. All that could be eaten, was, or at least was packed up for later consumption. Skins were collected, generally to be sold, as he’d only ruin them making anything himself. Tendons and sinews make good cord, and while his braiding was often clumsy at first, he found himself utterly capable of making solid rope from twisted strands of animal sinew. Everything in an animal’s body was a gift from the Earthmother, and it was blasphemous to squander such things.

So, despite knowing that most people loathed it, he very quickly came to appreciate Bynx’s occasional consumption of their fallen foes. They were always humanoid, and Bynx only seemed to eat those who had wounded him worst, but other than that the act seemed spontaneous, not malicious or profane.

In a way, Tal understood where the disgust came from, to the average person seeing a Forsaken dine in such a way. Especially those with a more sympathetic build to those being dined upon. There was something about it, a certain graceless voracity; it was messy and crude, just as all desperate battlefield meals were. If you were, say, a blood elf, watching a forsaken devour the flesh of, say, a night elf – or even a human – wouldn’t it be easy to image one’s own corpse treated in such a way? Indeed, even orcs and trolls shared enough basic features with Bynx’s intermittent meals for Tal to understand why they might reel away at the sight.

What Tal saw was an unconscious acknowledgment of the Earthmother’s ever-present gift. Perhaps if ever he saw a Forsaken munching on a Tauren corpse, he too would feel his guts revolt in disgust, but somehow he doubted it. Mostly he was just curious as the regulations of this strange ritual – what drove Bynx to it at such seemingly random intervals, what were the precedents for how much he ate and when? What was the meaning behind the act?

They had been traveling together just long enough for Tal to feel comfortable talking casually with the smaller male, but not long enough for him to even consider voicing a song as they walked. It was hard to work up the nerve at an appropriate moment to ask. There was a distinct chance that, had his wits always completely been about him, he never would have.

But after some time, there finally came a day when, having barely fought their way out of a mob, Tal stood leaning against his axe and panting as he watched Bynx curl over a corpse and begin to claw hunks of meat into his mouth, hot and raw. The smell in the air was foul, between the stench of death and Bynx’s wounds, the enormous Tauren couldn’t even smell his own blood, racing out of him from several rather serious wounds as it was, and he was dizzy and tired enough not to really give much thought to his mouth.

“Ey, Bynx… why does that, huh?”

The Forsaken paused, hand against his mouth as he raised his eyes to regard the larger male. Swallowing thickly, he wiped at the blood on his face, smearing gore more than removing it, before hissing out, “Do what?”

Gesturing vaguely at his companion and the corpse that had suddenly become dinner, Tal offered a shrug. “Eat him. Didn’t eat last time we fought here.”

“Nor did we almost die.” Bynx grumbled, digging his claws into the corpse and scratching up another palm-full of meat. He brought it to his mouth, glanced back up at the Tauren, and seemed to sigh in exasperation upon noting that the other’s curious stare hadn’t wavered at all. “Flesh for flesh,” he grudgingly said, eyes boring into Tal as he spoke. “I eat the flesh of the dead and heal my own.”

Comprehension was a little slower in his wounded state, but after a moment of mulling the words over, Tal’s eyes glinted in understanding. It wasn’t a ritual at all, but it made sense – if he could eat a wheel of cheese or a joint of venison and regain stamina and health, then did it not serve that any meat would do? And what were their fallen enemies then, as he had already noted, but so much meat?

He took a few steps toward the other, the motion shambling and filled with a pronounced limp. He had run out of potions long ago and they’d yet to make it anywhere to restock. As for food, he’d have to kill if he wanted to eat… and yet, it struck him, wasn’t that exactly the problem Bynx was solving right now?

“Ahh, always got a smart thing, you,” he said, looking at the bodies in a new light. One man’s arm had been severed at the elbow, and with the armor gone, the lone limb looked like nothing so much as a scrawny knuckle of meat. Holding onto his axe for balance, worried he’d fall otherwise, he bent to pick up the arm. It surprised him to feel the sharp sting of something striking his outstretched hand; he glanced at his companion, saw the knife that had been slapped against the back of his hand and the serious expression on the other’s face, and furrowed his brow in confusion. “I say ’sa good idea, and I like to try a thing for myself.”

When he moved again to take the arm, the flat of the blade slapped him once more, too fast for the eye to follow. It stung, even through the leather of his gloves. “Not for you.”

Straightening up with a low chuckle, the Tauren shook his head. Forsaken had never seemed territorial, but every race had its proclivity when it came to sharing meals. Especially with newer comrades. Using the axe like a walking stick, thanking the Earthmother for letting him find a weapon with such a stout handle, he limped toward a different body. “There, no need ta make like its theft. I got my own, killed my share and keep to mine then.”

“Tal,” Bynx hissed, his voice a low, unhappy growl, “This is a bad idea. Your people do not eat what mine do.”

Grasping the edge of a life-ending gash in the chest of a dead human soldier, Tal smiled to himself and shook his head. He’d eaten many things that most Tauren – honestly, most people in general – would shudder at. As a warrior and a young bull out on his own, he’d been stuck out in the field with no game to be had but wolves, had eaten bugs when there was nothing else. He was no stranger to raw meat, and while it certainly wasn’t his first choice, there were worse things to eat. He twisted his wrist as sharply as he could, pulling the flesh from the body. In his weakened condition, it took three tries, three sharp jerks, to finally rip the meat free. The rough sound of tearing flesh was incredibly unappealing, as was the stink of human blood and death lingering thick this close to the ground. But here before him was a means to soothe his aching wounds and heal some of his hurts.

He brought the limp, tepid meat to his mouth, trying not to breathe the stink of it, and ignored Bynx’s warning not to be an idiot. At this point, it was almost a matter of stubborn pride; he’d said he would, and by the Earthmother he wasn’t a liar or a coward. Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth, shoved the chunk of meat in, and chewed. The flavor was coppery and gamey and pungent, blood having been allowed to cool in the body before being carved, but it wasn’t all around bad.

Still, it made his guts churn, the unfamiliar sensation of nausea crawling up his throat, but he swallowed it down with the meat and opened his eyes to look at Bynx. It was something of a surprise to find the Forsaken staring intently at him, looking almost anxious. “Not a good meat, but passable in a pinch.” He said, ignoring the way his stomach was still fighting the raw, strange food thrust upon it. “Sure not somethin’ to make habits about, but…” he grumbled, reaching down to rip another chunk of flesh up.

Whatever else he might have said was lost as he bent slightly forward, trying to get better leverage to pull the meat free. His stomach gave a final roil, the sudden pain of a cramp lacing through him, and he opened his mouth with a low moan. Saliva pooled in his mouth, throat working in anticipation as his stomach heaved; his grip on the axe faltered and the weapon clattered over the corpse as he fell to the side, arms wrapping instinctively around his guts. He managed to roll to the side, getting his less-injured arm under himself to push up on hands and knees, before he lost the contents of his stomach on the bloody ground.

Having rarely in life been sick, the experience was novel, in a grotesque way. The vomit was alarmingly red, and the sight and sensation of that foul meat spilling out of him only worsened the nausea; he gagged again, coughing when his stomach finally ran out of fuel to expel. He shuddered, the arm supporting his weight feeling weak and jelly-like, but the thought of ‘jelly’ made him think in a weird way of the soft, seemingly innocuous meat he’d just eaten, and he gagged again, spitting bile.

The careful touch of boney fingers on his bare shoulder surprised him, but he didn’t trust himself to look over his shoulder at his friend. He could tell by the astringent stench of the other’s wounds that it was Bynx; the smell of his vomit mixing with that particular odor causing him to gag again, and he gave a weak, unhappy sound as he tried to swallow back a fresh wave of nausea.

Letting that sharp hand guide him back, he pushed himself to a kneel, up away from the worst of the stink. “I told you it was a bad idea,” Bynx said softly, somehow not making the words sound like a jibe or gloat. Tal could only manage another low moan, nodding his shaggy head because, obviously and as usual, Bynx had been correct. “Get up, away from your mess. C’mon.”

Forsaken were surprisingly strong, but even in this state Tal refused to put any weight on his small companion, instead carefully getting to his feet on his own. As he stood, Bynx’s hand slid from his shoulder to his elbow, and finally off him entirely. He disappeared from the Tauren’s view for a moment, returning with Tal’s axe dragging behind him. Hefting it awkwardly, he thrust it into the other’s hand, before moving to point at a boulder a little ways away from the site of their battle.

“Go sit. I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”

Not willing to argue, probably honestly incapable of it, Tal leaned against his axe again and made his shaking way to where he’d been pointed. Behind him, he could hear Bynx return to his feast. Part of him expected to feel a sharp return of his fading nausea as the sound of tearing flesh, but even when he thought about what Bynx was doing, he only felt the lingering misery of his mistaken meal. For Bynx, such was natural behavior.

For a Tauren, obviously, it was not. Just as some plants were poisonous to man but not the birds of the area, so too, it seemed, were some meats poison only to some. Human was, obviously, on the list of things inedible to him.

It was kind of shame, he thought as he sat, curled miserably over his cramped, aching stomach. The meat was so easy to come by and so often went to waste.

#neoma writes #World of Warcraft #tauren #forsaken #undead #WoW #wow fanfic #tal runetotem

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sadwizardjessi · 5 years

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A warriors oc fanfic I promised @cozmo-the-mighty-chinchilla I'd write. Note: I've never read a single sentence from warriors. I only know what Cozmo has told me and what I've interoperate from random amvs she's shown me and the fanart she draws

It was a normal day for Spot Leaf. The sky was bright blue with a hint of leaf, the wheat was shining and soft to walk through as it always was. The stream near his nest or whatever wild cats stay in was crisper than ever. All was perfect on this fine afternoon.

At least until a spark of brown caught his golden cat eye because i believe it was disproven that cats only see in shades of gray.

Performing the cat equivalent of running, Spot Leaf made his way quickly to the offending brown, only to discover it was another cat! But oh no, not just any cat. It was his ultimate rival. SPOTTED LEAF. Because apparently when i chose the dumbest name I could think of for a warriors oc it ended up already being an established character.

“Halt!” Shouted Spot Leaf, in a loud meow because i'm assuming cats still converse through meows and body language in this series.

“Spotted Leaf, I forbid you to step any closer! For this is my clan’s territory.”

Spotted leaf tensed up, head tilting in confusion. “Who are you? And what clan? There are no clan’s out here.”

Spot Leaf hissed in anger because thats a cat thing right? “What clan- Are you kid- THIS IS MY CLAN. THE WHEAT CLAN.”

“The wheat cla- what even-”

Before the intruding Spotted Leaf could continue to insult the legendary clan, a loud meow pierced the air between them. A grey cat with green blue rainbow eyes stepped forward. Spot Leaf admired the wing design she had colored on her side because thats a thing he’s seen on many fanarts of her.

“Spotted Leaf, stop antagonizing Spot Leaf. You're a Leaf rank now, you should act like it.”

Spot Leaf sat down with his back straight. He grinned over at Spotted Leaf smugly. However he was quickly distracted by a stalk of wheat and began trying to bite at it without moving too much.

Spotted Leaf rolled his eyes but nodded, “Yes of course, Dove wing. I wasn’t thinking. Star clan have mercy on this great sin I’ve committed. If only Raven paw were here. He could give me the advice I need on how to be a good cat person thing.”

A larger calico(?) cat came bumbling out just then, sad but looking interested in the conversation. “Raven paw? I believe i'm the cat that was the boyfriend of raven paw. Why is he being discussed?”

Spot Leaf snapped back to attention at the new character. “Barley old buddy old pal! I’m not quite sure why you only have one name unlike the rest of the cats but heya how are you doing!”

Barley laughs a full cat laugh and replies, “Oh you see if you read book 42 out of 125 you’d know that I live on a farm so therefore, I am exempt from being forced to join a cat cult.”

Nodding aggressively, Spot Leaf responds, “ah, yes of course. What a fool I was to have forgotten. Would you like some wheat?”

Spotted Leaf peeks forward, looking as eager as a cat can. “I would-”

“I WASN’T OFFERING ANY TO YOU!”

He snapped backwards, ears back. “Oh okay.”

Dove Wing cleared her throat, shooting a pointed glare at Spot Leaf because she’s a mom or some shit?? And moms can do mom glares. Spot Leaf nods reluctantly and hands over some of his very precious wheat.

Before the continue the conversation much further however, a rolling sound is coming from the left. The odd group looks towards the sound only to discover Bramble Stripe rolling through the wheat to get to them.

Dove wing’s cat eyes light up in excitement, as I’m pretty sure they’re friends. Before she can greet her friend however, Bramble Stripe bleps and rolls away, a long ‘meeeooooowwww’ being heard as she disappears amongst the wheat.

With a cat sigh, Dove wing turns to Spot Leaf and smiles in the only way a cat can smile. Mischievously.

“So sorry to bother you today, Spot Leaf. We should be taking our leave and returning to our clans and farm house or whatever.”

Barley and Spotted Leaf nod behind her, meowing in agreement.

Knowing of course that this will be the last time he’ll ever see them, Spot Leaf wishes them safe travels and offers some wheat. The three decline, solidifying Spot Leaf’s decision to not tell them about the Tigers.

Days pass without incident. Spot Leaf thinks he might finally be free of his catty neighbors.

But as his life goes, that thought was shattered as two other cats are quickly found messing around in his wheat. Oh It’s Mothwing and Bumble bee? Bumble Leaf? Bumble Star? It’s one of those. He gallops over, as he is on his way to ascending from his mortal cat form. But that’s another story.

“Bumble Bitch and Mothwing! Greetings! Can I help you on this fine summer day?”

They both look up, not hearing the spaztic cat make his way over. Bumble whatever looks over at him in a creepy cat way. “I was looking for somewhere to lure dove wing- i uh i mean. To invite Dove wing to have a romantic mouse chase with me.” Mothwing rolls her eyes and sprouts moth wings, as her name says, and flies out of the conversation, as i realised i only know her name.

Spot Leaf laughs a hearty cat laugh and stares down the bumble bitch of a cat, eyes glowing with star power.

“Foolish cat mortal! You dare step into my realm of wheat!? May the tigers have mercy on your soul!”

“What?” he asks like the dumb bitch he is.

“YOU HEARD ME. SCRAM PEASANT.”

And true to the insult, Bumble cat thing takes off into the day, screeching like a cat does when wounded. Spot Leaf sighs in relief. He’s protected the pure one once more. Dove Wing. A pure and good cat.

He was about to return to his very busy day when he noticed something. He felt…. Tingly. Was he- He gasped, as cats can do that in this series, I’m sure.

He was evolving! He was- He WAS.

HE WAS SPOT STAR NOW. TIGER HEART WOULD BE SO PROUD OF HIM.

Now that he had star powers he could do anything! He could Make everyone a part of wheat clan! He could make everyone Pool status or whatever was the lower equivalent of that. He could Do conceivably anything.

He look directly at the sun until the world with that weird bright white/yellow color it does when you stare at the sun for too long. He knew what he needed to do.

Licking himself clean first, Spot Star Stood up straight and Meowed as loudly as he could, so every cat across the land could hear.

“Tis I, Spot Star. I soon will be joining Star clan in the heavens as i think that's cat heaven. As I leave, I have only one request. That all the Warrior cats become friends and stop fighting over dumb shit like wheather lavender is beter than wheat. Of course it isn’t don’t be stupid. That is all. Yeet.”

Suddenly, just as his voice disappeared, a pile of Wheat appeared at the little cat bean toes of every Warrior cat that listened. He closed his eyes, feeling himself fade from this realm. Apparently that was relevant to this story.

He wasn’t sure if his wish would be heard, but he knew, somewhere out there, there was at least one cat who found him mildly entertaining, so that was good enough for him. Raven paw was waiting for him at the cat tower. He wondered if they’d have any wheat flavored cat nip waiting for him.

THE END

#this was weirdly fun to write #Oh god what did I even write #I swear I'm an established writer #warriors cats #spotted leaf #dove wing #bramble stripe #raven paw #barley #moth wing #bumblebitch #tiger heart #I think that's it???#lmao #Cozmo-the-mighty-chinchilla #My writing #unfortunately #spot leaf #spotleaf

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tayegi · 6 years

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Lu new rules is always worth the wait. I love it when the OC stood up to him. And Jungkook being whatever he’s trying to do is leaving us in suspense. But last the scene is perfect. I can picture that scene as if I was watching a drama. Especially when she say “it’ll be easy getting over you” and turn around VERY slowly. Gosh I just want to cry cause it’s beautifully written. JK probably scare that he’s not good enough for her?JEON JUNGKOOK you get on my nerves but I still love him.

jjiritjjiritgirl said:ohmygod the new chapter for new rules is so good ohmygod like i had to pause a lot when oc was calling jungkook out for being a coward. i wasnt the one going off but DAMN that felt good.

luxinfired said:OH SHIT I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT THE NR UPDATE KXJABGZGQGHS Girl your writing is the best thing in the world! I love OC, she showed us her vulnerable side but then she goes and confronts Jungkook like that! That last scene was amazing, you tell them girl! Also I loved the conversation with Yoongi, I'm glad she was able to empathize with him immediately. I really want Yerin and him to find their own happiness, they deserve it~ Thank you for this wonderful piece of writing 💜

Anonymous said:jungkook a whole ass idiot

Anonymous said:Hi Lu!! U probably ddnt receive my ask from last time as well so Im writing this again! Well I just want to tell you that NR.11 WAS FUCKING AMAZING AND I'M SO SATISFIED WITH IT AND I CRIED! at first I expected OC to just yell at JK for his reaction when she confessed, thn have him tell her his story BUT SHIT SEEM SO DEEP HOLY SHIT! I feel so bad for oc and for the fact that she felt the need to say sorry? Thats kinda fucked up but I believe that's bc she was pretty shocked by his reaction[1–❄️🐰

Anonymous said:Also maybe I'm not the only one hatin' on JK, but damn boi better have a GOOD excuse to why the fuck is he being a pain in the ass, I mean.. I don't wanna judge him for his choices, but thats exactly what I wanna do BYE/ but like im pretty sure that he's been acting like a jerk to 'help OC get rid of her cancerous feelings' cuz I dnt think that he sees HER as a prob-in fact, he actually rly likes her- but he just cnt seem to accept her feelings that's so absurd.. [2—❄️🐰

Anonymous said:Like he was so happy to see her when he was with his team but once he remembered that he was supposed to ignore her he acted like he ddnt want to see her. And I really dnt know which part was he so embarrassed about when she came in calling him out in his own frat; was it bc she exposed his whipped ass in front of his we-dnt-do-feelings™ buddies? Or was it bc of sth else AMMA FUCKING SNAP! [3—❄️🐰

Anonymous said:And I really think that when OC told him that it's gonna be so easy to get over him now that he showed his true colors, like, I really think that it was a slap to his face. Cuz deep down, I dnt think he wants her to get over him and I know that shit will go down from here when the entire frat is mocking OC's speech, JM will know abt it, MJ might hear from him too AND HOPEFULLY SHE CAN KICK THE BULLSHIT OUT OF JK ONCE MORE! gosh Lu thank u so much for this amazing fic💕 u make my days😭[4/4]—❄️🐰

Anonymous said:holy mother of god wOW emphasis on the OW NR11 !!! Lu my god, idk how you've gotten me to love getting stabbed in the heart like this but !!! :,( thank you so much for updating and incorporating toxic masculinity and gaslighting into this chapter, they're such important issues and i just wish OC didn't have to deal with their effects. idk how long you're planning on making NR, all i hope for is that someone will treat OC right by the end *side-eyes JK, whispers "get it together, fool"*

Anonymous said:Thank you so much for yet another amazing chapter of NR!! I love how you write with so much detail about the thoughts of the OC when jk rejects her. For me, it heightens the emotions of the story so much and i love that I can feel what the OC feels - the initial embarrassment, the sadness, the anger. I also loved how the OC confronted JK and didn’t just dismiss her own emotions, acknowledging that they’re just as valid as JKs. Thank!!! You!!! :)

Anonymous said:hi lu! just wanted to day i love nr and that i appreciate the messages that you put in your writing. especially with the latest chapter, i relate so much to what nr yoongi is going through, and seeing that was a wonderful reminder that im not alone in this situation and that when you reach out, people will support you. again, thank you so much for writing and sharing these stories with us and i hope that you yourself have an amazing group of people who support and love you 💚💜

Anonymous said:I feel like waste it on me fits as bg music to the situation JK and OC are in after her confession in NR lol.. but anyways, just finished reading the latest chapter and wow. So many emotions. I'm so glad OC finally confronted JK, i love her fiery personality! Your writing really has me immersed in my own little bubble as I put myself in OC's shoes. Looking forward to the rest when the time comes, i'm curious to find out JK's backstory. Great work, Lu! 💕

Anonymous said:Ahh I just finished the update and its so heart wrenching. The emotions were so raw and realistic. And as hard as it was to read the pain the OC had to go through, I'm excited that either way things are moving in a new direction. She can't keep suppressing her feelings forever. Admitting feelings can be so difficult but afterwards its so freeing knowing that you're not holding anything back and being honest with yourself. I'm looking forward to the growth this will bring all of the characters.

Anonymous said:I just caught up to new rules and wow as someone who experienced a heartbreak that I never want to go through again THAT SHIT HURTED I felt the emotions of the o/c yelling at jungkook out of frustration and anger highkey wish I could’ve confronted the person that I had a relationship with in that manner yk to get it out of the system I think that way the healing is a faster process because you aren’t having an internal dialogue of what you could’ve said etc wow thank you for writing new rules! x

Anonymous said:I love the new NR chapter! It definitely hit home when you described how the OC felt after she got rejected. I love the end in this chapter. I love the OC's confrontation. I wish I could be a woman on a mission like her too. Yoongi's character got me namshooketh btw. I love how you added the lgbtq aspect into this fic. Everything about it is so realistic. And I love the gaslighting part in her confrontation so much! This is such a beautifully written fanfic. 😭❤

bekzzz said:You know what I really appreciate about New Rules. Mijoo and the Readers friendship. I love how they stuck together after everything. I also love how the reader is trying to reclaim her self esteem. I think calling Jungkook out was amazing for her. Also, maybe for him it will help him figure out his own feelings. Love is okay, being romantic is okay. It doesn't diminish masculinity or make someone weak. Thanks for this amazing update! Till next time.

Anonymous said:holy moly, new rules was eventful. i felt so much secondhand embarrassment when she was *rejected* by jk, and really hated nr jk for how he reacted... and then when oc, yerin and mijoo were together, and she felt like she needed to be the strong one. i really fucking felt that. it felt like a punch to the gut. but oc’s comments to jk really got me, and i have so much respect for her, yet pity her at the same time... as well as jk. thank you for the amazing update!! 😘 ly babe

Anonymous said:Dear god my heart was pounding all throughout that chapter lmao. How the heck you gotta get me so involved my body freaks out whenever you update New Rules? For real tho I feel for Yoongi- I know what it's like to have people be ready to ridicule and drop you for something you can't change about yourself, so that got me real good. I do hope that JK and MC are able to work themselves out they are by far one of the most interesting pairings I've read about thus far (praying for a happy ending)

Anonymous said:HOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD! I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS! Girl, you threw me for a loop. JK's reaction was pretty close to what I thought it would be, albeit more hostile which makes me so fucking curious like BABY WHO HURT YOU?!?!?! Yoongi turning Yerin down because he's gay just wow. I had zero inclination until the second he said it and the whole conversation was just gorgeous. And that final stomp into the frat house and speech were just glorious. Thank you my love

Anonymous said:first of all i want to thank you for the new chapter, it was such a surprise since you was so busy these past months so thank you for taking some time to write. now about the new chapter... my heart was beating so fucking fast the whole time, it’s amazing how well you’re able to express the feelings of the characters and make us all (well at least me) fell connected to the story. i’ve said this before, but the most amazing thing about nr (beside the plot & characters) is how relatable it is

Anonymous said:🎃(1) OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO CUTE AND AT SOME POINTS I AM not making any sense so be prepared 😥 💜💜 I hope I don't bore you /// Ok, here we go. ( /// means another scene or change of subject and --- means same scene but next line. Also I'll use the 🎃 emoji for Halloween's sake 😊) Damn that's gonna be so long 😥 oh well. /// Akakakakak first of all, great start! It lights up the heavy mood. And tbh who wouldn't get distracted from a half naked jk. 😏 ///

Anonymous said:🎃(2)Akskfhlskfajfkf I'm smiling. My heart is clenched tho. (I'm reading the kiss scene in the beginning) /// Why do I feel him saying I like you too won't be the way our oc means. My heart is confused. --- Fuck. --- Fuuuck... ///Ok, there's no way he would look at her with disgust. Come on giiirl. Don't fall for the lies our brain tells us. ---Ok, scratch that last. WHAT THE FUCK JEON JUNGKOOK. 😬 ----I wanna hug the oc and tell her that he is afraid and stupid for acting that way.

Anonymous said:🎃(3) That she is more than what she thinks. And like wtf he might be a star athlete and a stund but wtf about not being good enough?! Askfkddskkas. fuuck. //// You are not supposed to be fucking anything. Let it ouuut. They love you and it will help.--- Ok I get the point with it not being about you. (Ahahahahaha I'm on a roller coaster, sawrryyy) ---- Oh yaaaasss, I liiive for angry oc! You go guurl! ---- Well, if he is gay that would explain a lot. --

Anonymous said:🎃(4) ---"Trust me when I say that it would be entirely impossible with me" bruh. He is gay. --- Oh shit, he is gay...... 😶 ---- Now I'm sad. Ahahah and now I wanna hug him too . And I love the oc for being a good friend and I love that he reminds me of one of my closest friends being a tsundere.😢 /// Way to go yoongles, woop woop!! that sonofabiish. 🌚🌚---Wow when yoongi relaxed I realised I was holding my breath. Wtf ahahaha

Anonymous said:🎃(5) /// Aish. I'm getting angry at jk and angry at the oc for taking his bullshit and not being angry ahahah. ----- WHAT THE FUCK JEON KUNGKOOK WHY YOU BEING SO "TOUGH" AND "MANLY" YOU FUCKIN FUCKER 👿 (about him smiling at first and then being fake macho) ----- My eyes grew when you wrote she headed to jk frathouse 👀 --- I'm crossing my fingers for a buttkicking session, sth like mijoo did to the oc. Maybe a power point presentation of why he likes her too. Ahahah ---

Anonymous said:Ooo girl I am FIRED UP. You write so well that I can always fell the emotions OC feels. I was sad and hurt, shocked, and really mad. JK is such an asshole for making OC feel like her feelings weren't valid. He really does need to grow up. Good on OC for realizing that. And I don't know why he's putting up such a front when he's been such a good person thus far but BITCH IT BEST BE A GOOD REASON. So I'm assuming yerin has got the bad ending? Bc she doesn't know about yoongi being gay n shes hurt?

Anonymous said:(1/3🧟‍♂️) New Rules is probably my favorite non-published work that I’ve ever read and I really just want to thank you for being willing to share your writing with us! So, I feel like a lot went down in this chapter. I saw another anon say they thought Jk’s issues stemmed from a previous relationship. The girl probably made him feel like relationships in general are toxic, and as a result he’s completely unwilling to put himself in that kind of vulnerable position again? (1/3)

Anonymous said:(2/3🧟‍♂️) Similar to how the oc is feeling about being rejected, like she was stupid to let herself feel something for him, that’s why I think her barging in and calling him out in front of his friends got to him. (2/3)

Anonymous said:(3/3🧟‍♂️) All in all though, this chapter was really well written (like they all are lol) and I just wanted to take a moment to let you know how much I appreciate all the work you put into your writings bc they’ve really inspired me to educate myself on feminism and just a lot of things in general I’d never thought about before. Thanks again, Lu! I hope you have a wonderful week 💜💜 (3/3)

Anonymous said:wow lu, thank you for the newest nr update! my thoughts on my first reading: jungkook's reaction was shocking for the emotional side of me, not the logical side. I still feel for oc tho. yoongi being gay? didnt expect that & now I feel bad for assuming his sexuality, glad he talked to OC abt it bc it must have been hard to hold that secret. oc calling out jungkook? shes much braver than me, & I agree, jk's actions seem off. will reread & send reactions after, again thank you for writing/sharing!

There is literally nothing i love more than reading your thoughts and reactions!!! i have no idea how my writing will affect others, so to hear this is the most rewarding thing ever. thank you so much my lovely, passionate readers. You mean the world to me!!!

#new rules #new rules ch 11 #lanalanexpjm

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kylos-girl-blog · 6 years

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Moving On Is Hard To Do

(A/N: Hey, hey! This was part of a story that I wrote for my OC, but I decided to change her whole arc and do something else with her entirely. I liked this little one shot a lot though so I decided to turn it into a reader story, hooray! Takes place after Ben's fall (approximately 2 years after) So I don't think the Resistance has recruited Poe at this point and he's still with the New Republic navy stationed on Mirrin Prime. Also, a Kaadu is the big animal the Gungans rode in A Phantom Menace, for reference.)

Warnings: None really, a little bit of angst, little bit of fluff. Reader gets harassed just a little but thats about it.

You hated parties, or at least you did once you had gotten older. Now that you were on Hosnian Prime working with Senator Berenko it seemed like there was some gala or meeting every time you turned around.

You hated forcing a smile and dancing with every Tom, Dick and Harry that came your way. Who bowed, making a big show telling you how pretty and smart you were, all while ogling your breasts. It made you cringe when they touched you, made your skin crawl.

To them you were just a bauble, something pretty to hang on their arms and make them feel good about themselves. They tried to talk to you but all they wanted to talk about was how gorgeous your eyes were, how pretty you looked, no one ever actually spoke to you like you were a human being, who by most accounts was smarter than they were, which was why you hated parties.

Now you were backed into a corner as some Senator from who the force knew where, was leering at you. He was your father’s age for makers sake, but he insisted you accompany him to this military ball. You backed farther away, as politely as you could, the manners that had been drilled into your head since your childhood refusing to be overridden, as you forced a smile and politely refused his offer for the second time.

“I’m so sorry Senator. I really can’t, but I thank you for your offer all the same.” Your voice was firm as you said this, and you took another step back as he moved closer. This man, Amarkin you finally remembered, had no concept of personal space, and despite his larger stature he moved quick. His graying blonde hair swept to the side to hide what you were sure was a receding hairline, over a wrinkled forehead colored like the underbelly of a kaadu. It was obvious the man never really went outside in the sunlight, too busy lining his pockets with ill-gotten funds and drinking enough Corellian whiskey to drown a large rat.

“Why not?” He pouted, much like a spoiled youngling told he couldn’t have his favorite sweets, “It'll be too late to work on the archives, and there are no major bills coming up to help Berenko with. Come now, I have no one to go with, since my wife is off planet. I insist you accompany me. We can make a night of it.” his eyes roamed down the length of you, and somehow by a miracle of the force you were able to repress the shudder of revulsion that crept its way up your spine.

The way he said the end part made bile rise in your throat. You knew exactly what he meant by that statement, he’d been trying for months to lure your someplace where he could be could be alone with you. You weren’t dumb enough to fall for it though, which you knew frustrated him.

“-I really can’t Senator, because I-“

“Because she's already agreed to go with me.” A smooth voice behind the older Senator said. They both looked to address the man in a pilots jumpsuit, He had dark hair and eyes with an olive complexion, you recognized him from somewhere, but couldn’t quite place where. A small orange and white BB unit rolled up next to him.

You breathed a sigh of relief and gingerly stepped around the Senator to stand beside him, mouthing a thank you to your savior before turning to face Amarkin once again.

“Oh, Dameron. Didn’t know you two even knew one another. Don’t you have duty that night?” The agitation in his voice was palpable, but Dameron didn’t even flinch as he put his arm around your shoulders pulling you flush to his side.

“I’m off that night. So, I ran into my friend here and asked her to go.” Dameron said winking at you, making your face grow hot.

Defeated, and a little more than angry at being thwarted the Senator left, throwing a “If he has duty again that night you know where to find me.” Over his shoulder.

You breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed slumping against Dameron’s side, as Amarkin turned a corner, leaving you and the handsome gentleman who saved you alone.

“You alright?” he asked squeezing your shoulder. You nodded.

“Thank you. I have no idea how I was going to get out if that if you hadn’t come along.” You laughed, and he smiled down at you.

“You looked like you were in distress, besides, I know he doesn’t like the word no. Seems to barely understand it from what I’ve seen in holo’s to be honest.”

You put out your hand and formally introduced yourself. He shook it, it was warm, rough and calloused.

“Poe Dameron.”

“Commander Dameron? As in the son of Shara Bey and Kes Dameron? You’re commander of Rapier squadron, right?” It was hard to hide the excitement in your voice as you said this, nearly bouncing out of your shoes. His parents were legends, ones that your parents had only known in passing during their time in the Rebellion.

“You know your stuff. I’m impressed.”

You snorted a little. “Please don’t be. I’m just a history nerd who knows way too much trivia for her own good.”

There was a very loud, unimpressed series of beeps from below the two of you, the BB unit that had accompanied him was not happy about being left out of the conversation and let both of you know it.

“Oh, I’m sorry buddy, this is BeeBee-ate.”

You smiled and said hello to the little droid, who beeped a very polite greeting.

“He’s adorable.” You practically gushed.

“He’s my right-hand man, don’t know where I'd be without him.”

BB-8 beeped a response that made you shake with repressed laughter as you covered your mouth.

“That’s not entirely true BeeBee, I’d have made it out of there. Eventually.” His cheeks seemed to darken in embarrassment for the briefest of moments before he cleared his throat and stuffed his hands in his back pockets nervously.

“You’re Senator Berenko’s aide, right?” you nodded. “I also work on the Republic’s archives in my free time. We’re here for the annual military inspection. I was on my way to send some files off when Amarkin cornered me.”

There was a few moments of silence as the two of you stood in the hall, neither of you sure how to act on what was happening between you.

BB made what could be only be the droid equivalent of an exasperated sigh and rolled up behind you bumping himself against the back of your legs pushing your toward Poe.

‘If you don’t ask your I will for you.’ He chimed at Poe, who turned another, deeper shade of red.

Poe cleared his throat nervously, “So, listen, I really am free that night if you wanna go.”

Now it was your turn to turn scarlet. It had been so long since someone near your age had offered, and here was the most irresistible pilot asking you to go with him. You would have been stupid to say no.

“I’d love to.” You breathed.

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You'd never had so much fun in your life, dancing and talking for hours, you were incredibly grateful for the distraction, even if only for a little while. Senator Amarkin glared at you and your handsome date all evening, stewing in his own muck as he got drunker and drunker. He tried several times to approach you and ask for a dance, but Poe wouldn’t let him, slyly sneaking your away every time he saw him get close.

That was how you both wound up on the open patio. The fresh air was wonderful and Mirrin Prime's city was much calmer than Hosnian Prime’s capital. You were both leaning against the carved railing looking out at the skyline chatting quietly about different things. Your parents, your jobs, where you had both grown up. It was so nice to talk to someone who understood what growing up with parents who had been in the Rebellion was like, there had only been one other person who you had been able to talk this freely with.

“I've never seen you fly before, but a few of the senators have told me it’s incredible to watch. Better than some of the racers in the Five Saber’s.”

“Do you have any experience flying?” he asked as he moved a little closer to you.

“I don’t particularly have an affinity for it." You answered shaking your head. "I’m sure if I was shown what to do I could at least off planet, but nothing like the feats you pull off."

“Where’d you get these?” He asked holding up your wrist to admire the gold bangles. The intertwined birthstones glittered in the city’s lights, reminding you of when you had first gotten them.

“A friend. He gave then to me for my birthday when I was nineteen.” You answered simply.

“Do I know this friend?”

You shook your head, Ben and Poe had never met, which had been surprising considering how close their parents had worked during the Rebellion. “I don’t think you two ever met, but you probably knew of each other. I think a lot of us who had parents in the Rebellion know of one another, but we're all so spread out, not many of us meet.”

He nodded his agreement. “True, we should have a club, where we all talk about our parents and their stories. I’m sure your dad would love it.” he teased, you giggled like a school girl. “Oh please no. We'd be there for hours. I don’t think he’d ever leave the stage.”

The two of you stared for a moment, silent, for the first time all night, leaning closer to each other in the dim lighting.

A shout interrupted the calm stillness of the air around you, and you turned your head away at the last second. Several other officers were leaving the gala, laughing and shouting as they stumbled over their own feet. They had to have been drunk you thought shaking your head as you laughed to yourself, your heart thundering in your rib cage at the thought of how close you had been to kissing him. 'Not yet.' your heart sighed, not ready to let go just yet. That stubborn thread of hope unable to be cut, even after two years.

The moment gone, Poe tugged at your elbow to get your attention. You could tell he was a little disappointed but he didn't push, and you were all the more grateful for it.

“I think he’s gone if you want to head back inside?” It was getting a little chilly.

“Yes, besides you owe me another dance.” You said entwining your arm with his, trying to lighten the mood between the two of you once again.

“As many as you want. We have all night.”

It was so nice to finally have a connection with someone, but there was a nagging voice in the back of your mind, making you feel terrible for having fun like this with anyone else, even as Poe entwined his fingers with yours and led you back inside to the brightly lit ball room.

Ben was gone, and the sooner you accepted that, the sooner your heart could move on.

Even though Ben Solo was dead a part of his feelings still lingered inside Kylo Ren. Every now and then they bubbled to the surface like a toxic sludge to pester him. He was normally able to push it back down, back into the deepest recesses of his soul, but today he couldn’t seem to make it stop.

He picked up his datapad and stared at the article. He kept tabs on the Republic, it was part of his responsibility to try and stay one step ahead of them, watch for weaknesses. That’s what he told himself at least.

‘Thought you might like to see this.’ Hux had sent. He could almost hear it in the man’s sniveling voice.

Today’s article was frivolous in its subject matter. It talked of a military ball, one the New Republic had been hyping up for weeks. His lip curled in disgust, what a waste of time.

The front holo picture was what caught his eye first.

He stopped and stared at the holo of her. She was smiling up at some pilot, while he twirled her around on the dance floor her eyes sparkling in happiness.

It was like a punch to the gut. That smile, the way her hair fell, everything. He almost tossed the thing across the room but thought better of it. Stars, she was more beautiful than he remembered.

Shaking with rage, he read the caption under the holo. “Republic Commander Dameron and Senatorial Aide (L/N)”

There was some speculation as to what their relationship was, but it went no further.

Another holo caught her as she laughed at something Dameron said to her and It took all of his training to force the bubble of emotion that welled up inside him back down again.

So, she was a Senator’s aide now too. He slammed the datapad down on the table and left the room, wanting to break everything in his path.

The image of her smiling like that at anyone else was driving him nuts. He hated it, hated the way he felt, hated that Ben Solo's feelings for her had not dissipated. If anything, they were stronger now that he was free to feel them as much as possible. This Sith had gotten one thing right, Peace was a lie.

He stomped into the training facility and flicked on a switch, determined to destroy something, and distract himself from these emotions as they warred inside of him.

By the end of the session, he was dripping with sweat his black hair sticking to his reddened face as he took deep, nearly gasping breaths as he worked through the pain. He had destroyed at least three training droids and had exhausted himself past the point of caring, or at least that’s what he told himself.

After showering he went to eat, sitting at the small table in his room, the datapad still face down where he’d threw it earlier.

He stared at the stupid thing, It was taunting him, laughing as if he was too weak to push past his feelings for her, but he had to, if he was going to become like his grandfather, he had to move on.

He couldn’t stop himself as he picked it up and let his fingers glide over the screen, accessing files he hadn't opened in almost two years.

Holo's and pictures and every message she’d ever sent. He couldn’t quite bring himself to delete them just yet, justifying keeping them so he could remind himself of what he couldn’t afford to be weak about.

Her soft voice was pleading in the first one as she looked straight into the commlink. ‘Please, please answer me.’ Fat tears rolled down her cheeks before she wiped them away with the back of her sleeve and tried to keep her composure.

She was sobbing in the next begging, pleading with him.

“Please, please come back. Please answer me. Let me know you’re okay.”

That had been the one to break his heart the most, he had replied to it, in a moment of weakness just to let her know he was safe, it hadn’t been a lie either, but he had paid for that one word, Snoke had made sure of that.

Eventually he watched them all, with a sort of detached numbness. He glanced at the date of the last one, it was after he’d destroyed the new Jedi order.

She had sent it not even knowing if he would ever receive it. Her bright eyes looking into the lens as if she was resolved to whatever had happened to him. Did she know, he wondered, or was she in the dark as to what exactly had happened?

‘I don’t know where you are, I don’t know what happened, I just wanted to let you know I’ll be here. If you ever need me, I’ll be right here. I-“ he shut it off before she could finish and tossed it to the other side of his bed, staring up at the ceiling, his heart, soul and mind at war with one another.

Ben Solo was dead. His feelings and attachment to his family and friends had made him weak, unable to take his true place in the galaxy. She was just another one of those things that weakened him.

#kylo ren x reader #poe dameron x reader #kylo ren x you #poe dameron x you #star wars #reader insert #kylo ren #poe dameron

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scarletthart96 · 6 years

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John Winchester and OC

A John Winchester and OC two part One Shot! (Or i might turn it into a small story. Who knows!) Hope you enjoy! ❤

Part 1-

John Winchester sat there on a lawn chair, Bobby next to him and the two men nursing a beer. It was the 4th of July and for once, the man didnt have a hunt to go on. He didn't have to drag his kids to some town and enroll them in yet another school. They could enjoy this night without a care.

That put a smile on Johns face. Sure, it was a tired looking smile, one that didn't reach his eyes. But a smile nonetheless.

Sam and Dean were running around and playing tag. Laughing and just being kids. Dean at the age of 9, Sam was 5. Finally having a day to be just kids.

"Bobby!" A female voice was heard and the men turned their heads to see a blonde women coming over.

Wearing jean shorts stopping a little under her butt, a white tanktop witha shirt sleeved red and white flannel shirt over it. The buttons to the flannel were unbuttoned, showing off the shirt underneath and her curves. On her feet were a simple pair of flip flops. Letting her french manicured toes be shown. Her Hands filled with containers.

"Shit..." the man with the baseball cap muttered under his breath. Standing up after setting his beer down, Bobby gave a small smile.

"Didn't expect you to come over this year, Scarlett." Bobby gave a smile to his neighbor.

"Yeah, well parents are on a cruise and besides. Its become a tradition, old man." She teased, stopping when she noticed that he had company. "Oh.. i should have called."

But Bobby shook his head and looked over at his friend, John and the two boys who stopped playing. Probably wondering who the strange women was.

"Nah, its fine... " while mentioning for his house guests to come over. Bobby put his hands into the pockets of his jeans, standing there awkwardly. "John.. this is Scarlett, lives down the road. Comes by every year to celebrate the holiday with me since... uh, since ma wife died." Bobby told his friend who nodded. "Scarlett, this is John and his two boys. Sam and Dean. They're hunting buddies of mine." Bobby introduced everyone.

Not missing the lingering look John was giving the young girl. Bobby wondered if he should have made Scarlett head back home.

"Well shit.. had i known there were more people, i would've brought more food." Scarlett laughed and shifted the containers she was holding. It was filled with uncooked meat and ingredients to make food on the day a special.

"Let me help you.." John offered, grabbing the top dish and earned a greatful smile from the girl.

Bobby walked off, muttering about going to grab the grill. Leaving the two adults and children to head inside.

"I don't remember Bobby ever mentioning you.. you hunt together?" Scarlett asked, setting what she held on the kitchen table. Only to start cleaning up the messy kitchen. Pots and pans dirty, along with plates and utensils. Beer bottles scattered around and cups in random places.

Dean, having been taken by the older women instantly started to help gather the dirty dishes. That act alone surprising the eldest Winchester. Not used to his son being so helpful when it came to clean up.

"Yeah, uh we travel around a lot but whenever in town i come over to fix up the car and hunt with Bobby." John shrugged and leaned agaisnt the counter. Arms crossed over his chest.

"Ah.. okay.." she nodded her head, secretly wondered what hunting buddy he was. If he hunted animals or the supernatural like her parents.

"Well, i am going to head to the store. Get some more food. But go ahead and tell Bobby to start grilling some stuff. I shouldn't be too long." She smiled and set some things in the fridge. Not wanting to leave it out in the hit kitchen.

"Can i come?" Dean spoke up, only to shut his mouth from the look his dad gave him.

"Dean! Manners boy!" He snapped at his son.

But Scarlett laughed. "That's fine, John. Hes just a kid. If its okay with you, he can come along. Push the shopping cart for me." She said, grabbing the car keys she had put in the back pocket of her jean shorts.

John had just sighed and shook his head, allowing Dean to go along. Dean, with a huge smile on his face let out a small 'yes' under his breath and looked at her.

Smiling as well, the two left the house and were soon in the car. Driving off to the grocery store. As she drove, Scarlett listened to Dean talk. Learning of his liking for cars and music. How he loved pie, cause thats what his mom used to bake. Along with how they never stay in one place for too long.

Arriving at the store, she let Dean push the cart around for her while she picked up some things and placed it inside. Dean, being the curious nine year old, looked inside the shopping cart and grinned. Soda, a few more different meats, hamburger and hotdog buns.

"Whats the flour for?" Dean asked, looking at Scsrlett as she was picking a few apples and peaches.

"Well.. instead of buying us desert, i thought it would be more fun to bake us a few pies." She winked at the small boy.

She could see the excitement behind his eyes as she finished getting what she needed. Once it was all paid for, the two left and Dean helped put the bags inside the trunk. Noticing the silver dagger that was poorly hidden under a jacket. Not that he said anything or even asked about it.

-Meanwhile-

John had taken the task in cleaning the kitchen while Bobby put the books they had been reading away.

"So.. whats with the girl Bobby? Bit young for you, don't you think?" John asked his friend, glancing over and smirking as he finished in the kitchen.

Bobby rolled his eyes, and turned to look at John. "What do you take me for? I ain't no idiot. I saw ya staring at her. Shes a good kid, finished college. Turning 26 soon." Bobby told John and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Dont start, Bobby.. you know i can't. Not after.." but John didnt finish. Bobby beat him to it.

"Not after Mary died. I get it. I DO. But ya got to put yourself and the boys first John.." Bobby frowned and looked over to where Sam was playing with his little green army men.

John just stayed quiet and grabbed a beer along with the meat. Heading on back to start grilling them.

Not even noticing how much time passed before he heard a sweet laugh coming from inside. Followed by Dean's laughter and soon both him and his brother came flying from the backdoor and went back to playing. Each holding a water gun and attacking one another.

The sight making him laugh and feel happy that they came to spend the holiday at Bobbys.

The two doing that for a few hours, by 6 they were laying around on the grass playing with the army men. Drying up from playing with the water most of the afternoon. Only stopping to eat lunch when their dad called.

After they all had dinner together, the burgers with a side of french fries. The five of them sat around the grass enjoying the evening breeze. It was a little past six when they ate, so they got to enjoy the summer sun while having dinner.

Part 2

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coffeefueledauthor · 6 years

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Fanfiction Ideas: Which do You Like?

Here is a list of all of my current story ideas that I plan on writing. As you know, my plot lines are generally kind of crazy. >w< But I will be sure to include more grounded, normal stories as well.

PLEASE BE SURE TO LET ME KNOW WHICH IDEAS ARE INTERESTING TO YOU.

I will be writing the first chapter of all those that people show interest in. And if you REALLY like what you read and want to be REALLY awesome, please be sure to donate to my patreon. Because I will only be able to write all these tales if I can gather enough patrons to make this my full time job. Patrons will recieve plenty of exclusive bonuses and early access.

Title: Out of Place Fandom: Inside Out Style: Full novel Description: A young girl feels like her mind has been numbed, and she begins to blame it on the mysterious figures appearing around the house. Join Riley as she attempts to help these tiny creatures, who claim to be her own emotions, back home. But with cats, exterminators, and her own nosy cousin, the task may be harder than she thinks. Notes: This story is already posted up to chapter 44. Find it on fanfiction.net

Title: Always By My Side Fandom: Inside Out Style: Full novel Description: Delve into the mind of Riley's mother during her pregnancy. For while she is carrying the developing infant in her womb, her emotions are busy raising the childs five infant emotions. They have only 9 months to prepare the youngsters for life inside their new host with the pressure of their inevitable separation weighing heavily on their thoughts. Notes: This story has been plotted out for over a year. A sneak peek is available on Fanfiction.net

Title: Infected Fandom: Super Mario Style: Full Novel Description: Luigi could tell something was wrong. Mario never acted this way before. But he never could have predicted just how destructive this mysterious affliction would become. Luigi desperately attempts to find answers before his brothers entire mind is consumed by this horrible infection. Notes: Lots of crazy stuff happenning. This story already has 10 chapters. They will be posted to Fanfiction.net in the coming days.

Title: Wrong Place, Worse Time Fandom: MST3K Style: full novel Description: After a string of freak accidents, the Satellite of Love is forced to crash land on a far off alien planet. The bots attempt to relocate one another so they can repair thier ship and blast off again. But they happened to arrive during an all out alien war, and the invaders have taken Joel prisoner. To save their creator, they'll have to work alongside the planet's natives and win a war that they had nothing to do with. Notes: Originally The MST3K Manga, now rewritten as a novel. A mix of comedy and adventure as the bots bumble their way through a planet at war.

Title: Death Can Change in a Single Night Fandom: Grim Fandango Style: Oneshot Description: It had been a long day for both of them. They had only met earlier that day, and both had lost their jobs and found themselves setting off on some grand adventure. Glottis finds himself lost in his thoughts during their first night away from the department of death; deep in the Petrified Forest. As Manny rests, the demon wonders what might lie on that long road ahead. Notes: Just a wordless little story of Manny and Glottis after they find each other in the petrified forest and decide to travel together.

Title: Demons Don't Have Queens Fandom: Grim Fandango Style: full novel Description: A huge, unique, and powerful demon appears in the Land of the Dead claiming to be the Ancient Demon Queen. She rallies all the demons of the world, leading them in a violent uprising against their human soul 'oppressors'. Manny remains unconvinced, and Glottis loyally stays by his side. But when the demons assume control, it's up to Manny and Glottis to find a way to dethrone this ancient queen. But as they dig deeper into this demons backstory, things only get more complicated. Especially when they discover that, unlike bee's, Demons don't have Queens. Notes: A really wild adventure full of Manny's dry wit and tons of crazy plot elements. Takes place after the game, but I guess before Manny leaves.

Title: The Lost Testimony Fandom: Phoenix Wright Style: Full Novel Description: Shortly before he is to testify in a mysterious murder case, renowned Forensic Medical Examiner Dr. M. Balmer goes missing. Phoenix, the defense attorney for the case, takes it upon himself to locate the missing witness. But during his search, Phoenix is attacked and falls victim to the same fate as the disappearing doctor. Now a prisoner in what feels like the other end of the world, Phoenix must unravel the mystery behind this black market trade he's become involved in if he ever hopes to return to his normal life. Notes: Part of my suuuuuper old For the Birds AU. All characters are different species of bird, with Phoenix as (obviously) a phoenix. Weird AU, but interesting story with a crazy mystery and bittersweet ending.

Title: Not Our First Abduction Fandom: South Park Style: Full Novel Description: Alien activity isn't exactly unheard of in the lonely mountain town. In fact, Stan barely bats an eye when he and nearly a dozen other children find themselves forced aboard a rouge spaceship and taken to a far off planet. But things turn drastic when, in their grand escape attempt, one child fails to break free of the alien clutches. Finding help on the home planet of their captors seems impossible, but they'll have to try. With assistance, they'll be able to bust out their buddy and fly their stolen spaceship back home. Otherwise, they'll be forced to attempt to fly the alien ship themselves, leaving an imprisoned Kyle stranded on the floating rock forever. Notes: Though dotted with darker notes, a lot of effort is used to keep an element of humor to the story. Lots of craziness, but none beyond what we get from the actual show itself.

Title: END TRANSMISSION Fandom: Pikmin Style: Oneshot Description: While out on a mission to catalog the native plants of the nearby worlds, Hocotation Botanist Gotto ends up stranded with no fuel and only 30 days of life support. But by day 15, its clear that fuel is nowhere to be found. Accepting his fate, Gotto spends his last days doing what he loves; cataloging the beautiful foliage of the world that will be his grave. As his thirtieth day draws to a close, Gotto logs one last transmission to his 'blackbox', explaining his fate to anyone who stumbles upon the crash site and offering a final farewell to those he had loved. Notes: One of a slim few stories I have involving an OC. But I wasn't about to kill off Olimar, heh. Definitely one of my sadder stories.

Title: It's Only a Game Fandom: Psychonauts Style: Short story Description: A mans slow decent into madness as his repeated failure to win a simple board game breaks his fragile psyche and takes him from an insane asylum orderly to an inmate. Notes: I bet someone has already written this, but I wanted to take a crack at it, since he was always my favorite.

Title: Digimon: Of Chaos and Time Fandom: Digimon Style: Full novel Description: Just as before, eight humans are transported to the Digital World and paired with unique Digimon Partners. They are instructed by the sage Salvusmon to locate the digital Time God to save the Digital World from being consumed by the rapidly growing Chaos World. Though they start in high spirits on their journey, things begin to look bleak when they realize they arent the first Digidestineds to attempt this same feat. Notes: Much like its own season, this follows unique humans and Digimon of my own design. This is a story I have been working on since I was 10. A lot may have changed, but the heart of the tale never did.

Title: Asterisk Fandom: Oddworld Style: Short story/full novel Description: Abe never really saw himself as a hero. But now the role of 'savior' has been thrust upon him. Wandering through the Scrabania and Paramonia wilderness to recieve his Shrykull scars, he muses to himself about the way history will remember him after his no doubt unavoidable failure. The word Savior, he figures, will be marked with an asterisk. And the beings following him in silence are forced to agree. Notes: Depending on how crazy I'm willing to make it, this could either be much longer or much shorter. I haven't decided yet.

Title: Escape from Dimension Q! Fandom: Iz and Auggie: Escape from Dimension Q! Style: Video Game Novelization Description: Teenager Iz and robot Auggie are bandmates that find themselves with one shot at recieving a record contract from the biggest name in the business. But for reasons neither of them can explain, their instruments had refused to play their song, and they failed their audition miserably. They have little time to grieve, however. When two agents in black send them on a mission into an alternate dimension, Iz and Auggie realize that losing the contract was the least of their concerns. Notes: A direct novelization of a computer game by Headbone Interactive. Two chapters are already finished, and will be posted in the coming days.

Thats all the ideas I can remember right now. But I have way more to come! Let me know which ones sound interesting! Or let me know which fandoms I should think of more ideas for!

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Various Honoka HCS

Cause Im self indulgent 😌

⁃ So when Noka was a baby, neither her dad, Shirou or Daiki knew what the hell to do with her wings.

⁃ Her first word was "Daiai" which was exposed to be "Daiki"

⁃ Daiki would call Noka "baby bird" and mo one will tell me otherwise

⁃ He also called Shirou "buddy"

⁃ She would fly around and their dad would make Shirou chase her down. Cause by this point, Daiki had already “joined” AfO.

⁃ When Shirou and Noka were taken in by their uncle, he just slept and let her do whatever.

⁃ Their uncle, also known as Eraserhead, was a very kind guardian

⁃ He went to each of Shirou's ballet concerts, and did Noka's hair for picture day

⁃ If you looked through his search history it would be filled with "how to do a braid for beginners"

⁃ Aizawa bought Noka various art supplies and bought Shirou new shoes whenever they needed them

⁃ He also worried for his nephew, who went missing right before Noka and Shirou ended up in his custody

⁃ Didnt want Noka or Shirou to become heroes

⁃ Cause he didnt want to see the two children he practically raised to be hurt

⁃ But because of their ties to All for One, the government forced both of them to become heros to "prove" that they had severed their bonds with All for One

⁃ Shirou's dream was to become a professional dancer and Noka's was to become a professional artist

⁃ And Aizawa was not happy that the two lights in his life were torn from their dreams

⁃ And so Shirou got accepted into the hero program, in class 1-A

⁃ He chose the hero name Shifter

⁃ Cause he could shift into any organic form

⁃ When he got 3rd place at the sports festival, Noka ran around her uncle's apartment screaming with joy

⁃ Noka is literally his biggest fan

⁃ Noka's first friend was a small purple haired boy name Hitoshi Shinsou

⁃ So naturally, she called him Toshi

⁃ And she refused to call him anything else all throughout middle and high school

⁃ Shinsou and Noka have sleepovers all the time and you can't tell me otherwise

⁃ When people would tell Shinsou that his quirk was villainous, Noka would always speak up cause she knew Shinsou wouldnt contradict them

⁃ Noka is always like that

⁃ Speaking up for others and herself. And her smart mouth tends to get her in trouble

⁃ Shinsou would fuss over Noka's wings. Like if they were dirty or a few feathers were out of place, Shinsou would sit her down and fix her wings.

⁃ "Toshi, your inner mom is showing"

⁃ "Its not my fault you cant take proper care of your wings"

⁃ When she told Shinsou about her acceptance into U.A's med course, he couldn't have been prouder

⁃ Noka is actually the one who encouraged Shinsou to train with her uncle.

⁃ But before that lets talk about Noka's time at U.A. so far

⁃ She was first introduced to class 1-A during the first combat training

⁃ Healed everyone who got very minor injuries

⁃ At the USJ attack, Shigiraki deteriorated part of Noka's hip. But her extremely enhanced natural healing abilities stopped the deterioration

⁃ So she has this big ass scar on the back side of her left hip

⁃ She wanted to absolutely murder Shigiraki for letting the Nomu loose on her uncle

⁃ But she doesnt have any damaging fire power

⁃ So she just tried to heal her uncle's wounds the best she could

⁃ Nearly gets herself killed many times with her smart assery

⁃ And gives everyone around her a heart attack in the process

⁃ During the sports festival, she helped RG heal all the students

⁃ Reprimanded Deku for overusing OfA

⁃ Oh yeah, she learned about AfO and OfA from her time with All for One (A/N: please dont kill me im trying to not make her too op 😭😭)

⁃ Is kind of like to Deku like Recovery Girl is to All Might

⁃ So fast foward to the internships

⁃ She interns with another oc of mine, Snow

⁃ Who is a healer but with incredible attack powers

⁃ Coincidentally, Noka was patrolling Hosu when the nomus hit

⁃ She recieved Deku's distress signal and ran to the scene

⁃ She didnt attack the hero killer, but ran to help Native and made sure he didnt bleed out

⁃ The hero killer didnt bat a single eye at her, deeming her not a threat

⁃ In the end, she didnt harm Stain so her hero guardian? didnt have to take any blame for her actions

⁃ Noka however did get nearly ripped in half by a nomu, so she had to stay in the hospital with Todo and Deku

⁃ So— Summer training arc

⁃ She just looked at her class and said "fuck this" and flew over the whole forest

⁃ She actually beat the wild wild pussycats back to the camp

⁃ She got to know Kota, telling him how she never wanted to become a hero

⁃ Kota may or may not have developed a kiddie crush on her 😳

⁃ But anyways, when everyone else saw her all nice and refreshed, needless to say they were upset

⁃ Some more than others

⁃ *remembers Bakugou nearly blowing off Noka's face because she cheated*

⁃ Aizawa just smirking at his niece cause shes so much like her mother

⁃ "DAMMIT TAKAHASHI. YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE YOU CHEATER"

⁃ "They said to use our quirks. Its not my fault your quirk is too grounded"

⁃ "WHAT— YOU WANNA FIGHT—"

⁃ "No I wanna eat, goodbye—"

⁃ Focuses on her attack and the healing capabilities of her quirk

⁃ Let me set the scene

⁃ At the beginning of UA, our Noka could barely heal up a small cut

⁃ But now, she can close up major wound with little to no effort

⁃ P r o g r e s s people

⁃ N e ways

⁃ So when they do the haunted quirk thingy

⁃ Hairi and Noka are paired up, to their delight

⁃ But they aren't able to go into the forest before the attack happens

⁃ Apparently, the league came for Bakugou and Noka

⁃ Cause the "master" wanted his first nomu to return to him

⁃ But all Deku knew was "they are after Kacchan and the master's first Nomu"

⁃ Nobody knew who the first nomu was except for Noka

⁃ See, AfO took and gave Noka various quirks, eventually ending up with her current quirk(s)

⁃ He did this to Shirou and Daiki as well

⁃ But Shirou's body wasnt able to handle as many quirks, so AfO discarded him

⁃ Daiki was not aware that Noka was a target, Shigiraki knew he would object and purposely left him out of the loop

⁃ Eventually, Noka is cornered by Dabi

⁃ His fire power vastly out matches hers

⁃ But she puts up one hell of a fight

⁃ And Kurogiri took her before she woke up and fought back even more

⁃ So everyone was panicking when they couldnt find Noka

⁃ Aizawa was panicking them most

⁃ His precious niece was missing, no, taken by the league

⁃ The students had never seen their teacher so frazzled

⁃ The thing that broke Aizawa more was the look on Shirou's face when he told him that his baby sister was missing

⁃ His precious baby sister

⁃ His whole world

⁃ Shirou didnt go out of his room for days

⁃ He was there when they were to save Bakugou and Noka

⁃ All Might fought AfO, and won

⁃ But there was no sign of Noka

⁃ Shirou nearly tackled Bakugou, demanding, no, more like pleading for him to tell him where she was

⁃ Bakugou merely said "She's gone, and I dont know where she went"

⁃ The whole class was in a panic

⁃ Where was Noka? Was she hurt? Was she scared? Was she in danger?

⁃ And the question that hung on everyone's mind the most was

⁃ Is she alive?

⁃ The emptiness of Noka's desk was deafening

⁃ Their smart ass classmate was nowhere to be found

⁃ And they all felt guilty

⁃ But none more than Bakugou

⁃ For he was the last to see her alive so to speak

⁃ And her last words to him were "Forget about me ya big oaf, you hear me? I don't want you sulking, or I'll personally beat your ass."

⁃ Forget about her? How could he do that?

⁃ Noka was the only person who didn't put up with his bullshit

⁃ From day one she put him in his place

⁃ And honestly shes the closest thing to a sister he has

⁃ During the hero license exam, all of class 1-A decided that Noka would be really upset if they all sulked and failed their exams

⁃ But the fact that only Todoroki and Bakugou failed would make her fall into hysterics

⁃ When class 1-A met the big three, Mirio told them that Noka was strong and stubborn to a fault, so they shouldnt worry about things that arent in their control

⁃ To which they asked how he knew her

⁃ Apparently Shirou, Amajiki, and Mirio have all been friends since elementary school

⁃ So Amajiki and Mirio had been there a lot for many crucial parts of Noka's childhood

⁃ When the work studies started, Deku went on patrol with Mirio and Shirou, AKA Lemillion and Shifter

⁃ Shirou couldnt help but feel so much guilt crushing him when Eri jumped out of Deku's arms

⁃ Cause Eri reminded him of his little sister

⁃ Speaking of little sister

⁃ She refused to return to the league, so Shigiraki sold her to giran, who then took her to Overhaul

⁃ For the last 2 months, Noka had been experimented on by Kai Chisaki

⁃ In the mean time trying to protect Eri and building a loving friendship with the young girl

⁃ Ill talk about this another time

⁃ So skipping to when they save her

⁃ It was a total shock for them

⁃ To see this wingless, pale, frail, bandage wrapped girl

⁃ And even more so when she spoke

⁃ Not having that bite that their Noka had

⁃ But a softer, more broken voice replaced her normally boisterous and confident voice

⁃ In the big battle agains Chisaki, Noka got slammed against a wall

⁃ Which in normal circumstances would be fine, but with her body in such a week state it immediately cracked her ribs and spine

⁃ Ochako helped get her friend to the ambulance as quick as she could

⁃ Shirou saw a fluff of pale pink hair out of the corner of his eye

⁃ He immediately turned to run towards the medical stretcher, but was stopped

⁃ He kicked and screamed something along the lines of "THATS MY BABY SISTER. PLEASE LET ME SEE HER"

⁃ In the most broken voice you would ever hear

⁃ In the hospital, after Sir. Nighteye had passed, Deku, Kirishima, Amajiki, Shirou, Ochako, Tsu and Aizawa were all waiting anxiously for Noka's surgery

⁃ When all of a sudden the door explodes open and the nurses and doctors are shoved out by an invisible force of heat

⁃ Noka was using her ability to set herself aflame and be healed in the ashes

⁃ But no one knew wtf was going on cause she learned the trick at the Hassaiki hideout

⁃ So p a n i k

⁃ But after the doctors confirmed her stablility, they all went back to school

⁃ The whole class bursted into tears when they told them about Noka

⁃ Jirou, Kaminari, Momo and Mina all being the most emotionally impacted

⁃ Bakugou was almost crying witb relief but he disnt show jt

⁃ They weren't allowed to see Noka for a whole month

⁃ Only family were allowed

⁃ She was hard at work recovering and going through therapy and they didnt want to disturb her

⁃ But when they (Kirishima, Deku, Ochako, and Tsu) did visit, they were shocked

⁃ There was this soft spoken, trembling, woman, and this was after a month of intense therapy

⁃ They hadnt event started physcial therapy yet, they wanted to get her tk the point she could be around others without going into a panic mode

⁃ But what really shocked them was how her wings hadnt grown back.

⁃ They were then told that they would never grow back, since the bone in them were completely ripped out.

⁃ Thus she needs a wheelchair while she recovers

⁃ Daiki sometimes visits her during the night

⁃ He apologizes to her over and over again for not being there when she was taken

⁃ But also to apologize for abandoning her and Shirou

⁃ She just cupped his wet cheek and said

⁃ "Daiki, I know you had a damn good reason to do what you did. Also you're my big brother. I dont care if you work for All for One, youre still my brother. And you'll always have a home with us. Shouta Shirou and I will welcome you back with open arms."

⁃ Needless to say Daiki just bursted into more tears

⁃ Anyways—

⁃ By the time the school festival comes around, Noka still needs a wheelchair, and isnt the strongest mentally, but she has made tremendous progress.

⁃ After the 1-A concert, Eri sat on Noka's lap the whole time. Except during the beauty pageant, in which Deku held Eri, and Mirio held Noka (cause shes a smol baby)

⁃ Noka was in charge of tesching Eri the basics while she recovered, since the young girl felt most comfortable with her

⁃ When the dual training session came around, Noka still couldnt do much moving around without draining her energy quickly. So she stuck with enhancing her quirk while she built up her physical strength.

⁃ Meaning she healed any and all injuries after the matches were concluded

⁃ Monoma made the mistake of saying something about her not making any progress, and Bakugou was t h i s close to murdering him 😌

⁃ Ever since Noka got back from the hospital, Bakugou has been v e r y protective of his honourary sister—

⁃ But Kendou smacked the blonde before Bakugou could do anything

⁃ Shinsou would totally go like "Noka are you okay? Are you sure you should be out here? How are you feeling? Do you feel sick?"

⁃ Cause Shinsou is a mom

Anyways I have a bunch more hcs but i dont wanna completely bore you. But I was thinking of doing this for Daiki Shirou and Noka as children. Or maybe for Phoebe 😳😳😳　

Comment or send an ask if i should

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