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bropunzeling · 6 months

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i would like to know how alpha leon's interactions with the rat fam go after he's forced his way into matthew's room and they realize why he did that 🥰

It's 9 AM in Florida, and Leon doesn't know what he's doing.

Or—

Here is what happened:

Leon woke up at 8 AM to a missed call, one he half-remembered dismissing in his sleep. It wasn't the first time someone has called him from the wrong time zone, but the first time that it was Matthew. There was a voicemail. He listened to the voicemail. Then he listened to it again. A third time. The fourth time he heard Matthew say I want you all the fucking time in a tired, cracked voice, he stopped listening and started pulling up flights on his phone. He bought plane tickets at an extortionate price. He took the three flights that would get him to Florida fastest—Köln to Frankfurt, Frankfurt to New York, New York to Fort Lauderdale. He made it to baggage claim before realizing he didn't actually know where Matthew's house was. He texted Matthew. After fifteen minutes with no response, he found Brady Tkachuk's Twitter and Instagram and sent messages in both places while crossing his fingers. After giving more of an explanation than he wanted, but less than he expected, he got an address to put into Uber.

By the time the car pulled up in front of Matthew's place, all he could think about was the clip he'd watched ten times of Matthew stumbling around the ice; about how it'd been six months since he'd had Matthew's skin under his hands; about how Matthew said he wanted him. How maybe this time Matthew would mean it.

Leon really, really hoped he meant it.

He wasn't thinking about Matthew's parents, staring at him with obvious bewilderment as he tried to come up with a reason for being there that wasn't being in love with their eldest son. Or Matthew's sister, poking her head around a corner and watching him with a suspicious expression that was bizarrely scary in the way that only teenage girls could be. Or even Brady, pulling him into a quick hug and muttering in his ear, "It's fine. I got this. Go upstairs. First door on the left."

Then he managed to make it upstairs, and his entire world narrowed to Matthew, too skinny and too pale and fast asleep and everything, everything. It had hit him like a fist to the chest, how fucking important it was to be here. To know that Matthew would be okay. To touch the thin skin of his wrist. To breathe in his scent until it was all Leon knew.

Now, it's morning again. Matthew fell back asleep after they talked, drifting off halfway through a sentence. His head is resting against Leon's; when Leon closes his eyes, he can hear the whistle of his breathing, almost but not quite a snore. If Leon could, he'd never get up.

However, Leon really needs to take a piss. And shower. And drink half a gallon of coffee.

And say something to everybody else that's in the house, who are almost certainly wondering what the hell he's doing here.

Leon's no coward. Still, he takes his time pulling himself out of bed, lingering when Matthew murmurs and pulls on his arm. Takes his time in the master bath, too, cleaning the plane off of him and assessing himself in the mirror. At least his hair isn't greasy, but the bags under his eyes and lingering skinniness still don't add up to the kind of impression he'd like to give to the parents of someone he wanted to court.

Especially not when those parents include an NHL legend.

In a stroke of luck, said legend is not in the kitchen when Leon finally makes it downstairs. The only person there is Matthew’s mother, sitting at the kitchen island, sipping a cup of coffee as she looks at her phone. As soon as Leon crosses the threshold, she glances up and smiles. It’s mostly friendly. Mostly.

“You must be Leon,” she says, setting down her phone. “Would you like some coffee?”

Leon blinks, startled. “Um—yes,” he says. Adds, quickly, “Thank you, Mrs. Tkachuk.”

Matthew’s mom stands up and walks over to a cabinet by the coffee maker. “Please. Call me Chantal,” she adds as she grabs another coffee cup. “Cream? Sugar?”

“Ah—no,” Leon says, watching her pour and accepting the cup with numb fingers. "Thank you."

They both sit down, leaving a few barstools between them. Leon takes a sip of coffee. It’s too acidic. He sets it down, breathes in the fumes. Catches a whiff of Matthew—it is his house, after all—but what's stronger is the scent of lilacs, coming from only a few meters away.

Leon turns his head. Chantal has her chin propped on her hand, a focused, serious expression on her face as she looks Leon over. Leon can't help feeling he’s being tested for something, and he’s not sure he's going to pass.

"So," Chantal says. "How long have you known Matthew?"

Technically, Leon has known Matthew—known of him—for years. Hard not to notice the new omega on the Flames, early draft pick and unusually high for his dynamic—North Americans are so weird about that shit—grinning with all his teeth bared, watching Leon like it was only a matter of time before he'd find a way to tick Leon off. Unafraid to throw his weight around, unafraid to be flashy, unafraid to get in Leon's face and push, push, push until all Leon wanted to do was push back. So fucking annoying, so fucking irritating, but—it was good, too. At least Matthew would push.

And then in St. Louis, Leon had walked back into the room and sucked in a breath and his world got tilted on its axis.

That's probably not the answer Matthew's mom would want. So Leon says, "A few years," and hopes he sounds truthful enough.

"Mmm." Chantal's scent twists, becoming more intense. The lilacs are rotting.

Leon can't even remember the last time he felt this nervous. First game in the show, maybe. He can't shake the feeling that he's fucking something up, and he doesn’t—he can’t fuck this up. Not when he finally has it.

"I'm going to court him," Leon blurts out. "Or, I mean—I asked him, if he wanted to, and he said he, um." His ears are burning.

Chantal's eyebrows lift. The rot dissipates. "Oh," she says.

Leon swallows, hard. Fuck, maybe he shouldn't have said that, either. "Please don't tell him that I told you," he adds.

Chantal laughs. It startles Leon, making him jump in his seat, but it’s not unkind, or cruel. When she smiles at Leon, Leon can see the similarities between her and Matthew. The same wrinkles at the corners of their eyes, the same tilt to their mouths.

"Don't worry," Chantal says. "It can be our secret." She takes a sip of coffee, then says, "You must be starving after your flights. Let's get you some breakfast."

Leon nods, unable to get any more words out.

After he’s eaten, Chantal refills his coffee and sends him back upstairs. Now that he’s more awake, Leon can pick out the other scents in the house—Chantal; a mild malty scent he remembers from drinks at last All-Star Game; another that might be Matthew’s sister, curled up on the sectional looking at her phone. At some point, he really is going to have to talk to Matthew’s dad; more to the point, Matthew’s dad is going to know exactly who Leon wants to be for his son. He can't say he's looking forward to it.

But when he gets upstairs, Matthew’s still there, fast asleep. His mouth is half open, hair sweaty and stuck to his skull. When Leon eases onto the bed next to him, he murmurs, rolling closer, then wincing and rolling away.

"Hey, hey," Leon says softly, reaching out and grabbing Matthew’s hand, rubbing his thumb over Matthew’s knuckles.

Matthew’s face eases. He sighs. Scent uncurls between them, sticky and gentle and warm.

Leon leans over, kisses Matthew's hairline. The way he’s allowed to, now. He'd sit through a hundred awkward conversations with Matthew's family if it means he'll get to do that today, tomorrow. As long as he can.

#ask meme #omega matthew #well this got away from me!#still might dump on ao3 later BUT whatever #anyway still welcoming prompts! distract me!

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agent-toast · 9 months

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entirety of my TUArtemis crossover headcanon so far

had to get this out and write it, it was bouncing around in my head for days

Includes most main characters of both The Umbrella Academy and Artemis Fowl :D

What I'm not obsessed who gave you that idea?

Pairings (NOT SHIPS)

Five & Artemis: Two short bois who constantly annoy each other, but tolerate each other decently well, as they find that Five/Artemis are one of very few people who have an equal level of intelligence and comprehension about things that they are interested in.

Five is both academically and emotionally smart. The latter is more developed than Artemis (in the first few Fowl books), for that matter.

Artemis finds most people less intelligent than him, but Five is one of those exceptions, similar to Minerva, except this relationship holds out.

Artemis: Five, where's my entire stock of Earl Grey Tea? Five: I threw it out the window. Five: You refused to give me coffee. Five: So now you will face my fucking wrath. Artemis: Artemis: Holly, Five is having a tantrum again. Five: IT'S NOT A TANTRUM IT IS DESTRUCTION OF THE ENTIRE WORLD

Five & Holly: What with Five usually being the oldest one in the group, he's going to feel a bit out of place when with the thousand year old (iirc) elf, Holly. But they probably get along as well as Holly and Artemis, though Five provokes Holly a lot more actively and easily than Arty.

On a slightly different tangent, Five can definitely 'see through' Holly's shield by slowing down time just a smidge. This works as a good plot point and makes Five just a little stronger than Holly in that specific area.

Holly: Five, when I first met you, I thought you were dumb and annoying. Five: And? Holly: You are. Five:

Allison & Juliet: Allison would be a nice older sister figure for Juliet. They're both good fighters, and I think they'd be a really wholesome lil pairing!

Juliet: You know, I wish I had that rumour power of yours sometimes. Allison: Why? Juliet: It'd make things a looot easier. Allison: Well, you don't have to rumour me into caring for you, just so you know. Juliet: Juliet: NO SERIOUS THINGS RIGHT NOW I ACCEPT ONLY FUN AND CHAOS Allison: OKAY OKAY

Luther & Mulch: Luther is just a mix of disgusted and confused by Mulch the entire time. Mulch enjoys toying with him :D

Luther & Butler: Butler definitely tells Luther that he's treating Five, who reminds Butler so much of Artemis, really badly. Sure, Five can be a bit of a pain in the ass most of the time, but he's still Luther's brother, and Luther should treat him as such. Butler would be the good parental figure to Luther that he never had.

Diego & Holly: HEAR ME OUT These two would be so badass during fighting scenes. Holly shielding in and out, helping Diego fight, while Diego curves his knives, making sure not to hit the shielded Holly. I want to watch that kind of fight scene so badly :DD

Orion & Five: Basically a wholesome, delusional ray of sunshine paired with angry swearing old man. This would be such an entertaining pair, and Orion would definitely get hit in the face with a coffee cup Five throws away.

Orion: Might I ask, what is it about your dear manequinn that draws you to her? Five: Her loyalty. Her kindness. Her compassion. Five: But most of all, her ability to keep silent when I'm busy. Five: Unlike you. Orion: I see, I see... Five: Can you not take a hint GET OUT OF MY ROOM

Orion & Viktor: The epitome of wholesomeness. Viktor would finally get the older, more knowledgable sibling figure role as he takes care of Orion. He'd be so sweetly confused by Orion's ramblings of middle earth tales, but perhaps play along with him. And Orion would listen to Viktor's violin solos quietly and admirably. This is a relief for Holly as well, she can escape from Orion's constant romantic drivel being spouted at her all the time.

Orion: The beautiful princess, the young maiden, the heroine of the ice, my dear Holly Short... have I told you about her, perchance? Viktor: About 60 times before, yes. Orion: Ah. It is not a bother for you, I hope? Viktor: No, you can tell me again.

comment or reblog with tags if you want to see my opinions on your pairings!

#five hargreeves #five tua #the umbrella academy #tua #artemis fowl #holly short #fowldom #domovoi butler #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #juliet butler #mulch diggums

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thereareeyesinsidethetrees · 7 months

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Making a playlist for my fangame/AU for you to try and analyze because i think it'd be v interesting to see! Also i will totally take you up on the offer to ramble about AU's if it's still available,,,

okay, let's see how close and/or far i get

starting with the songs i know:

Come Along by Cosmo Sheldrake. now i've never actually looked up the lyrics of this one (just been guessing at them which. i often mess up with), but according to the ~internet~ it's meant to be a sort of invitation away from real life's static-ness, to instead live with a bit of whimsy. one source also says it's also about "embracing the present and cherishing life's fleeting moments"

so, one possibility is that this is related to the au/fangame in an "escaping your real life and jumping into the whimsy that is this gravity falls game" sort of way. if we're counting the second bit, part of the story could be about refusing to let the game go? always coming back to it, never truly letting it end?

alternatively, the "cherishing life's fleeting moments" is about the show and "embracing the present" is about finding new joys in life. third possibility is that i'm overthinking this

A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers. okay, i can connect this one to a few characters:

-the stan twins (or just one, lots of people just go with one)

-the player character (going hand-in-hand with the "not wanting to let the game end" thing)

-...bill cipher? (again, if you can't let the game die, you can't let any of it truly die, and that includes the antagonist. the lines 'asked me to pray to the god he doesn't believe in' and 'don't look at me with those eyes' work especially well for bill, with the former possibly being linked to the axolotl. considering that he called out for the axolotl to revive him and, in this scenario, he came back without its help. or maybe it's just. an actual god. who knows what bill believes)

Two Birds by Regina Spektor

-Mabel and Dipper or Stan and Ford work, of course. however-

-Bill and the player??? i'm sorry i caught this string and i'm refusing to let ago until i get to a song that proves me wrong

-adding third idea after reading back through this: one bird is the player, the other is representative of either the show or other people in the player's life. the player doesn't want to let go, and ends up in an unfortunate situation as a result, with the other "bird" leaving without them

Ruler of Everything by Tally Hall

I'm gonna say this one is also related to Bill Cipher, for a few reasons- one, the line "do you like how my face disintegrates into chalk?" well. it did kinda do that when stan punched him didn't it

second reason is because the whole back-and-forth section of the song could be between the player and bill. "i saw you slobber over clovers on the side of the hill, i was observing the birds, circle in for the kill" could be a reference to bill's death, with him becoming a stone statue in the woods. in the final episode, you see a bird land on his hand- hence, i was observing the birds. "circle in for the kill" could be the player, rightfully, not trusting him not to try mass murder again

there's also "i've been you, i know you, your facade is a scam" coming from the player. they've watched the show, they've probably interacted with discussions about it, fanart, fanfiction, possibly even made some of their own. they know bill as a character and, more importantly, they know he's not an honest one

(the rest of these are songs i had never listened to before now)

Tom's Diner by Suzanne Vega, DNA

i'll be honest i've got nothing for the lyrics. i suppose there's just too many ways i could interpret it- for example, applying the "player theory" to this one, the player could be the singer or the person outside the window. bill could be the dead person in the newspaper, or it could be someone unrelated. the singer could be one of the characters (leaning towards ford, considering he is the coffee guy) and the waiter is the player, or the person outside the window is still the player, or the person exchanging hellos is the player. you see what i mean?

Obstacles by Syd Matters

mmm not entirely sure about this one, but i think it could be from the perspective of the characters? the blizzard/changing weather is the world the player's trapped them in, the foreseeing obstacles is the player themselves, and the playing hide and seek in waterfalls represents the world before the game. the world as in the show (especially considering that the cave behind the waterfall is pretty important whenever it comes up)

Constellations by The Oh Hellos

ditto, but a little more optimistic (the mention of "good intentions", assuming that the player isn't refusing to let the game end out of maliciousness + "everything you thought you knew will fall apart, but you'll be alright" acknowledging that what's happening is terrible and it's not likely that life for the characters will not return to normal, but they will persist throughout it)

Willow Tree March by The Paper Kites

i lied i have heard this one i just never knew the name. bonus points for having one of my favorite songs in your playlist and therefore helping me rediscover it. anyway, continuing with our player theory, this one could be a more...guilty approach to it? guilty in that the lyrics ("with your lust and your greed weighing down" and "and you weaken your love and you hold it above your head" for example) seem to be more accusatory, and the repeated lyrics "we all still die" and "this tree, it will die (without leaves)" make me think the singer represents the characters, trying to get across the idea that it doesn't matter how hard the player holds on to the game, it'll inevitably die anyway

Just A Man from EPIC: The Musical

not entirely sure about this one either. possibly, the player realizing that not letting the game end is hurting the characters and reflecting on that?

Viva La Vida by Coldplay

this feels like more of a bill song than a player song

Conclusion!

alright, so my guess at this au is that it's sort of about a self-aware game? the player plays through the game, then plays it again and again and again and refuses to let it rest. overtime, this starts to wear down on the characters and causes things to go wrong, such as reviving bill cipher. at some point, the characters begin to directly plead with the player to let the game end and, possibly after some sort of tragedy or new route via bill that kills or otherwise harms the other characters, the player start to realize that it's their own actions that are causing the game to break down. what exactly happens after that? depends on the player

no idea how close i was, but! good playlist i thoroughly enjoyed going through it :]

#also the offer is always open :]#i said that already but. not to the other tumblr folks so i'm saying it again here #oh wow that was a bit of a long one huh #(not tagging this one because i wasn't sure if you'd be opposed to me doing that or not-)

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langdhon · 11 months

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE? He likes to wear perfume and switches between masc and fem fragrances because he's chaotic and goes with what he feels like. It'll usually have an opium note to it, none of those super strong aftershave scents that sting in the nose. Always with a pinch of sweetness to it, less fruity and more vanilla direction. For those supernatural beings who can smell 'evil', he'll reek of decay and burnt flesh. Mmm~

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE? They are unnaturally warm, always, and soft. Given that he tends to leave the dirty work to others, there's no callousness to his skin. He also regularly uses hand creams because he's almost obsessed with smelling good ldkfjg

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY? A lot. His metabolism is a fast bitch, especially since he's such a powerhouse and still in a human body that needs energy. He'll go for something sweet in the morning, but still healthy because, I repeat, energy. Tendency for oatmeal with a variety of fruits, maybe a small spoon of honey mixed in. To that, coffee, of course. Throughout the day he'll go with savoury dishes, though he has no fixed meal times like lunch and supper. He eats when he wants to. He loves pasta. And likes meat, yet often eats fish instead since it has the better fats. Junkfood is a rarity. Michael keeps a balance between healthy nutrition that doesn't get him hungry in 2 hours again, with treats for his sweet tooth. And sometimes you just gotta rip a heart out of someone's chest and take a raw bitey bite too <3 Bonding time with dad included :)

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE? Nope, this would give him too much power.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS? This dude has some lol Especially lying sans shame when it suits him. But his worst habit has to be invading other people's personal spaces, especially when they don't want it. I'm not talking sexual proximity in that regard, mind you, guy has standards! Tied to this habit; the contrast that he'll get mad if someone else invades his personal space when he doesn't want them anywhere near. Brat who generally seems to lack a concept for other people's boundaries— on purpose. As for nervous ticks; he might drum his fingers against a glass/mug/table when within reach but usually tries to restrain himself in that regard. Self-control is the only control he's adamant on maintaining, so nobody around him will get the impression that he doesn't know what he's doing. He may or may not tend to stammer a little when nervous, though.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR? His hair is always down in public, a wee bit straightened too because it'd be a bit more wavy otherwise. When he's at home and has one of his lazy days + bad hair day, he might tie them into a bun because it's just handy. Attire is always black with a splash of red in the accesoires, elegant when in public with suits and long coats. Sometimes leather, others velvet. At home he might be found shirtless rather often, or resorts to throwing a hoodie over. Anything comfy that doesn't scream 'GET ONE WRINKLE IN AND YOU LOOK LIKE CRAP'. He loves to wear a cute little silk scarf when he goes out, either red or black, depending on what he's in the mood for. Sometimes he'll wear black nail polish just for funsies and his signature look will always be that little red eyeshadow. Which, ofc, he doesn't wear when he's staying at home. He wears one ring on the left hand's ring finger and two rings on the other hand (middle finger and pinky).

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO? Very much! If he likes you, that is. While he touches everyone for different reasons, unless they're particularly unkempt and stink miles against the wind, he'll show his affection with acts of service. Michael is selfish in nature, so when he does something for someone else out of his very own motivation... then they have to be special. His affection also includes actual effort at respect for boundaries and he'll even get a little goofy around you because he feels comfy enough. Comfy enough to show more of the child in him that never got to really be a child (namely because he skipped most of those early years in one night). He'll also protect and defend you. Another act of affection is that he won't drag you into his business until it gets inevitable, because it'd paint a target onto your back.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN? Usually on his side, either right or left, doesn't matter.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM? Depends. If he's pissed, he'll want everyone and their mom to know that he is ***upsetti spaghetti***, so he might be breaking something in a fit of rage. That's become rare since he's matured though. Usually, you won't hear him. And he likes to take advantage of that :)

TAGGED: @legacysouls ♥

TAGGING: @butscrewmefirst @bunnyblooded @colorsdevoid @eyeless-smiles @hybrid-royalty @little-elena @monstriiss @melpcmene @pagetorn @ravenskeeper @townwxtch @viiolencia and you!

#⛧ 𝘽𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙋𝙃𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝙍𝙐𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙎 // study.#that was fun!

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silentsundown · 11 months

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It was good to finally see Dylan in person after this couple of months. Christie was thrilled to see Aiganym again, especially since she had brought something she really liked.

The house seemed quite fantastic to her. It looked modern, but not to the point of offending her taste. In a sense, it was very much Dylan's place. He could really be himself here.

Of course, this was a good opportunity to catch up with the little girl. Christie told Aiganym about her good grades, a new friend she had made, and about wanting to visit her mother during the holidays. Dylan was watching the conversation with a warm heart: although Christie could get along with kids her age, she always seemed to be more comfortable with older people and to prefer interacting with them rather than other kids. With Aiganym, at least, or even her parents, she could discuss topics that her peers didn't necessarily understand, but that she was starting to grasp.

After enjoying a slice of this nicely made chocolate pie (the Aiganym Kudaibergenova way, of course, not anyone else's), Dylan sat to his computer. Aiganym handed him the USB key. Christie went to draw pictures in her room.

"I'm kind of scared of what I could find inside", he said. "I hope this isn't going to be some really horrid experiment."

"Me neither, but we've got to do it regardless. We need to know what's inside…"

"The encryption doesn't look too complicated. Not for my level at least. I've seen worse than this. I just hope this isn't going to give me a virus."

"Haven't you made a virus for a client once though?"

"I did, but that still doesn't mean I'd like my own computer to be infected" he chuckled.

"That'd be kind of silly, yeah."

"Duh. Of course. I'm not an idiot."

But as the minutes passed, Dylan realized he completely underestimated the encryption of that drive. It looked simple at first, but was deceptive: one layer of encryption hid just another, which was harder than the first. He was struggling to find a way to get around it. His body was getting tenser: what if he was too dumb to understand how to do it? What if all those skills were just in his head and he was simply a poser? What if his lack of master-level knowledge, despite fairly good programming skills, would cause harm to his friend ultimately? What if he was simply an impostor?

"FUCK!" he suddenly let out, smashing his fist on the desk, in a fit of rare rage.

Aiganym jumped.

"Are you okay?"

"The damn thing is so frustrating. I didn't think it'd be so hard."

"Hey, you know, if you don't manage to do it, I won't be mad at you…"

Christie came out of her room with a puzzled look on her face.

"Daddy? Are you alright? You said a very bad word."

"Yes, sweetie. I'm just getting a bit frustrated with that… silly USB drive."

He really wanted to say "gosh-fucking-darned", but no, not in front of the kids.

"But you're good at doing things with computers, right? You can do it."

"Yeah, but sometimes it's just harder than you expect…"

"Coffee?" Christie suggested.

"No sweetie, it's going to make me more nervous."

Dylan sighed. He hated, hated any kind of circumstance that brought him back to this feeling of just being incompetent, of having made up his skills, of just being a piece of dogshit coated with gold or silver.

Ultimately, it's still dogshit. It may not smell of dogshit anymore, nor look like dogshit, but it's still a piece of dogshit. That included challenges that turned out to be harder than what he had imagined.

Aiganym glanced at him with a feeling look, then went up to Christie, who had sat on the couch.

"How about you show me your plants outside?" she said to the little girl. "I think your dad needs a bit of space."

"Oh yeah, sure! I've followed aaaall your advice when it comes to planting things."

"What have you planted?"

"Tulips and raspberries!"

"Oh, I love raspberry jam..."

"Blueberries are tastier though!"

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#dogshit #:D #strangerville storyline #ts4 strangerville #strangerville #ts4 story #ts4 storytelling #aiganym kudaibergenova #christie sigworth #dylan sigworth #ts4 #simblr #ts4 simblr #I'M BACK AT IT #YEAHHH #i get dylan though #i feel the exact same as him when things don't come easily to me

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sandwich2451 · 1 year

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The Violinist, chapter 7: The Box Offer

Chapter seven: The Box Offer

"The moon didn't appear tonight and the bleak sky made me so sad I couldn't even cry."

"The first Poe Cup took place in 1897 as a way not only to honor Nevermore's most famous alumni, but to celebrate those values that all outcasts share. Community, perseverance, and determination." And a whole lot of cunning and sabotage.

Principal Weems handed the cup over to Ajax and Xavier, who stood in front of Vyama and Vezi. Ajax lifted the cup up, its black exterior catching the sunlight's reflection. A cheer rose up from the students. Weird, that the gorgon team consisted out of three gorgons and two psychics, Vezi thought to herself. She caught Weems glance at her, confusion and irritation clear in her eyes. Vezi tilted her head mockingly, as if to say, "is that all your team had?" and turned away.

She slipped into the crowd of students, looking for Mel, who had promised her coffee in Jericho. Instead, she was met with Wednesday Addams, who stood glaring up at her. She said nothing, but grabbed Vezi's arm and led her into a hallway.

"You stole our boat." Vezi frowned. "So now you want to speak to me? Yes, I stole your boat, because I knew you'd somehow have sabotaged ours. Have to outsmart people who outsmart you, you know." Wednesday's eye twitched. "You also stopped the siren before I did. You knew about him." "Kind of hard to miss a guy jumping into the water who uses Siren Song so much you could hear it in Jericho," Vezi responded, crossing her arms. "Why did you leave me at the Harvest Festival? Did you really hate my presence that much?"

Wednesday seemed slightly taken aback at the question. "I needed to get away." Vezi bit the inside of her cheek. "Well, you could've told me, instead of just deserting me. Could've apologized at school, or something, but the first time you talk to me again is when you lose." Vezi saw Wednesday ball her hand into a fist.

"I found a dead body that night. Maybe I didn't want to talk to you." "Please, you wouldn't flinch because of a dead body," Vezi responded. "No, really, what happened?"

After some hesitation, Wednesday started, "I was going to leave Nevermore." Vezi raised her eyebrows in half-surprise. "A normie had offered to drive me that night. I needed to get away, and you might've told Weems." "Weems has me under threat of suspension." Vezi laughed. "It's- well, okay. You don't hate me?"

"I dislike the overall populace of this school. But you're not that bad." "You don't think I'm annoying?" Wednesday stared at her. "You're infuriating, actually. I should've won." "And you should've left Nevermore, then, but look where you are now," Vezi teased. Wednesday glared at her, but before she could respond, Vezi caught Enid walking up to them.

"What are you doing down-" Enid realized who the two students she'd stumbled upon were. "Did she apologize, Vez?" Vezi chuckled. "No, but she tried to explain herself. Not the best at it, I'll say."

"Congrats with taking down Bianca, by the way," Enid continued. "I wish it'd been me. I also wish you didn't bruise my rib and didn't cause this." She pointed at a bruise that had blossomed on her cheek. "Eh, you scratched me, "Vezi responded and she turned her arm, showing a slash that had started healing. "You're a good opponent. We should spar more often."

Wednesday drifted towards the statue of Edgar Allan Poe, at the end of the hallway, while Enid and Vezi were talking. Vezi caught her in the corner of her eye, looking at the underside of the book Poe held in his right hand. "Find anything there?" she shouted at Wednesday. The girl looked up immediately and turned around.

"Anyways, the reason I came here," Enid said, "was to ask Wednesday if she wanted to hang out later with the girls." "Yoko included?" Vezi asked. "Hm, yeah." Vezi tilted her head. "Eh, too bad."

"I'll think about it," Wednesday responded off-handedly, then walked back with Enid, leaving Vezi alone in the hallway.

Before she could blink, Weems was standing in front of her. "Ophelia Hall would have won if it wasn't for you," she started. "I also saw your little brawl with miss Sinclair. You've been showing quite... violent tendencies lately." She pronounced 'violent' slowly, as if saying the word would trigger Vezi into going at her. Vezi was stumped.

"Principal Weems, there are no rules to the Poe Cup. I was simply stopping Enid from sabotaging our boat." "After which you sabotaged it yourself and switched boats." Weems tilted her head. "Granted, I'm impressed. Usually, teams stick to their own canoes. And I was certain Wednesday would have pulled through for Ophelia Hall." "She got delayed. That was the only reason I could execute my plan," Vezi admitted.

"Your punch is sloppy," Weems remarked. "What?" "Your stance is weak. Miss Sinclair is not a trained fighter and it is obvious you aren't either. Would you like to learn?" Vezi couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Principal Weems, are you saying I should take fighting classes?" "I've looked into it. You can take boxing classes three times a week in Jericho. Your parents have agreed to pay for it."

Vezi was grinning. "Really, principal Weems?" "You need to take your anger out on something. If you'd like, you can tell your friends about it as well. Miss LeClair, you are a very special student. It is not often mixed outcasts get both family traits." "Thank you, Principal Weems." "Go along now," she said, and suddenly her tone had switched to a very tired voice. "You'll get more information about the time and place in a few days." When Vezi left her, Weems was looking at the statue of Poe as well.

Vezi saw the gorgons fawning over the cup. Instead, she chose to find Mel. Vezi couldn't believe she hadn't been found by her yet.

"Vezi!" And now her day was complete.

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eorzeashan · 1 year

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15 questions, 15 mutuals

Thank you for the tag @cinlat, I completely forgot about this until I saw another moot do it! OTL

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope! My names were unique to me as far as I know, though the closest I can say is that my mom saw the English name on a clothing brand and thought it sounded nice.

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few days ago after finishing the Agent story because of the emotional ending which is embarrassing to admit but I already wailed for 3 days straight on here so it's no news to anyone ahahaha.

3. Do you have kids?

I am the kid.

Just kidding. No, I only have my dog which my mom frequently calls my baby.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I think so? Like the "road work? I sure HOPE it does" kind, and mostly to myself or to bully one of my best friends instead. Sarcasm is fun to use in good spirit.

5. Favorite time of day?

It's a tie between morning and night excluding 12 am - 7 pm because those are my free hours, and I always look forward to my coffee and wind-down routine.

6. Eye color?

Brown! But I've been told they can change even darker in certain circumstances. I love dark eyes.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Hoo. Depends on the mood: I'm a huge horror buff as a goth, but there's so many bad horror movies that I end up laughing at instead and life is so full of sorrows that sometimes I want to feel good, you know? Scary with a happy ending though...now that's a rare treat.

8. Any special talents?

Is sleeping a lot a talent- *shot* I don't uh. I don't know. What counts as a special talent?

9. Where were you born?

This one's a little personal so let's just say south-central of US of A. Unfortunately.

10. What are your hobbies?

Writing, gaming, watching anime and other interesting shows, reading, yadda yadda, a lot of sedentary stuff. There's probably more I can say to this but I can't think of them off the top of my head. I like visiting new food places and reviewing them as well.

11. Do you have any pets?

A shih-tzu and a terrapin turtle, my beloved creachers. My dog is my best friend, and he has a such a unique personality that he makes every day with him a joy; my friends joke he's like an alien or a cartoon creature/nintendog come to life. My turtle is honestly just as strange, given she's the most active turtle I've ever seen.

12. What sports do you/have you played?

I've dabbled in a lot in the past, but never stuck to many due to my condition. I can say the ones I keep now are surfing, though! It's my favorite sport/hobby even if I can't do it regularly. Others include fencing, archery, Tae Kwon Do, swimming, hip hop on occasion, and basketball. Wow, that's a lot of combat.

13. How tall are you?

5'8.5", I've recently caught up to/surpassed my dad but he's in denial. Being tall is nice because I always make fun of my shorter friends who all proceed to stack on each other like gnomes and then hit me (figuratively).

14. Favorite subject in school?

English and History, though my experiences with them were always a mixed bag depending on the teacher. Sometimes I liked them the least just because of how they were taught.

15. Dream job?

Yeesh. I've struggled with that question all my life; I'm still looking for the answer, and it'd really be anything that offers me security while not killing me out of stress. I think coding or writing full-time would be a dream for me, however unlikely.

Tagging: Whoever looks at this ;) *smacks you* you're it.

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Anyways there's some losses going on and we're suing Ellie and pursuing bja and Trump in absentia and Mike Douglas is not Trump we've got several lawsuits against people like him and the whole thing is this Utah thing intrigued him and it became a plan of many and he started to try and car wash it because there seem to be no will but there is one and that was them doing that and they want the secrets and we want the secrets so let's get behind our friend here and support him and do the hard thing but also keep it alive by gaining him some properties that we will obtain because they're going to fight us on it

Bitol and Goddess Wife

I sort of see if something going on here if they're not in the picture we don't know what's going on if he's in the picture it lights it up a lot and makes it harder for them it's not sure which way to go yes I understand

Mac

We're going to have a lot of fun with it he's going to go out to Utah he's going to feel tired have a little actual coffee she's going to show up and he'll probably run after her. He wants to treat me like a governor or regiont, Anthony is coffee and say I repeat I'll be right back run after her I'm trying to see something it's kind of like this Playboy King guy we have thank you very much so I started laughing because it's kind of the way he is for real and people think it's b******* and he will probably end up doing that and it shows the station and position even though his father but it's my job too to hold his coffee and stuff as chasing his wife not really but I'm stored it I sort of get it I guess I'm going to stork too cuz now I've got that job I'm big enough there's some more laughter and his towels to swivel the chair a little and swivel back and then to laugh I have to get him mad for a while teaching lessons the whole time and one day let him know and he says that was all for that and isn't disbelief tries to remember it and she stops him

Been quite a pair and it'd be some sort of strange dance up there because she goes out there and for us was a bunch of her and it's a little confusing but she knows what she's doing and a lot of people want to see it they want to see this happen and they want to see the will and they want to see it go on and then everybody will have a chance to say not just one family of Royal blood it said a lot especially by clones oh boy oh my God so here we go they're all related because uncles is true but the lawsuit would include a lot of things that he doesn't think would because he mention it first off there's money as like a half million dollars it's quite a bit of money half a million is a decent amount and also it would be about cash there's a bunch of cash there and he would have to carry it back with him and potentially sacrifice clothing and other stuff he doesn't like doing that and it would be about $300,000 and that actually fits a pretty small he thinks it does they wear like a thing on this body I need ask to see it they have to show him it sometimes they have them show the whole thing in front of everyone this is well I'd rather not and they might make him so we're going to have to stop him the skin they can see it but really it looks like ammo so this is how it goes you can't bring a satchel on and you can't put it in carry on you have to carry it with you and it's hot so he's going to wear like this light t-shirt on the plane and look like it's wearing a bulletproof vest and a lot of people don't know what to do with some do you say it has to be like a bulky t-shirt and he says no way that's where jacket I get up and put the jacket on she smiles and says yeah we have those let it hang it's going to be one for pregnant women or something he's tired of laughing her ass off summer smooth but it can't be picky sometimes they care and I'm backpack with them but we know how that goes so it's a lot of cash and he does some of this wallet and buy a decent food and he eats a lot I have to get some money he eats a lot he's eating a lot now but it's not great tasting it's decent food but it's not the best he's a lot of food I hear it's probably him because he likes saying that but really you'll have enough money to buy a business and he thinks t-shirts I think it's a great idea so we're going ahead with this and he didn't inherit a bunch of money and a bunch of places until it's like a million dollars plus five houses worth of a million dollars each and you have to sell them all can't do anything and then they'd float all over the place that's what happens and they're sitting on stuff and one of them George Clooney goes to so it has to be sometime soon that's what we say

Bitol and Goddess Wife

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bi-bard · 3 years

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Milkshakes - Team Free Will Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Milkshakes

Pairing: Team Free Will X Platonic!Fem!Reader (as put in the request)

Requested: @gabrielasilva1510

Word Count: 1,846 words

Warning(s): violence, death

Summary: [Early Season 11 (Before Episode 10)] Sam and Dean think that there's something that can be The Darkness. Castiel warns them but... who knows? Maybe God's ultimate weapon isn't as scary as it seems.

Author's Note: I used dodie for outfit inspiration because the outfit matched the vibe but change it if you want. I only used a female read because it's in the request and it helped with clarity because the whole imagine is in 3rd person (I do usually use they/them pronouns in my work). Finally, I thought the milkshake flavor sounded good, but you can change it in your mind if you want to.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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--Third Person P.O.V--

Sam was leaning over a lore book in the library. It was too early for him to be so focused on the book but he felt like he needed to. The Darkness being released was his fault, he needed to find a solution.

Dean walked in from the kitchen with a cup of coffee and was clearly still half-asleep. He sat across from his brother.

"What're you reading," Dean grumbled out in between sips of coffee.

"I found this book about the most powerful beings," Sam explained. "Most of them are just rumored to exist but I thought it'd give us a jumping-off point on where to find something to help us defeat Amara."

"Anything interesting," Dean asked.

"A Nephilim; kid of an angel and a human," Sam said. "There's no mention that they could kill someone as powerful as God. Then there's..."

Sam trailed off and went back through the book, hunting for a particular page he had read nearly an hour ago. He pointed to the page once he found it.

"This doesn't even have a name but it describes a creature created by God to be a weapon," Sam explained. "I was doing some snooping on some message boards when I first found out about it. There's a lot of religious nuts and self-proclaimed hunters who think this thing is gonna be the end of the world. They say it's a prophecy that can't be stopped."

"And you think hunting it down is a good idea," Dean asked.

"Listen, I don't think it's fair to think this thing wants to end the world," Sam replied. "I think it's the best choice we have right now."

"Alright, fine, where do we look," Dean asked.

The boys didn't have to look far before Castiel popped into the library. He asked where they had gotten on their path to defeat Amara. His eyes went wide when they explained what they wanted to do.

"Are you two insane," Castiel asked.

"Listen-"

"No, I know more about this than either of you," the angel stopped Dean's argument. "This creature could kill you both with a look and end the world with a flick of the wrist and you want to track it down?!"

"Isn't it worth trying," Sam asked.

"'Trying,'" Castiel was so unbelievable done with the idiotic decisions of the Winchesters at that point.

"If we don't try something, then Amara kills all of us anyways," Dean said. "We need something Cas. This could be the thing."

Castiel sighed, letting his head fall forward for a moment before looking back up at the boys.

"Fine," Castiel threw his hands up. "Do you know how to find this thing?"

"Looks like a spell," Sam turned the book so Castiel could look at the page. "We should have everything. It's strange no one's tried-"

"Succeeded," Castiel corrected. "People have probably tried if the spell is so simple."

"Okay, good, let's get the supplies and give it a shot," Dean clapped his hands and stood up.

In a matter of minutes, the boys and their angel were back around the table and ready to start the spell.

Castiel and Dean jumped when Sam grabbed a knife and nicked his hand.

"One of us needs to be bonded," Sam explained. "Like a human compass. It feels right that it's me."

He didn't wait for the other two to respond before he started reading the spell of the book. Castiel and Dean exchanged a look for a moment.

As he finished the spell, a purple flame shot up from the bowl for a second. Sam felt his arm tingling from the wound up. He shook it out, trying to understand what it was telling him.

States over, a young girl, a college student visiting home, is sitting in a booth at a small diner.

In between page turns, she sits up straight. Her eyes flash the same purple as the flame from the spell before she snaps out of the trance.

She looks around. Everything feels different. It's like the air had shifted around her. She furrowed her eyebrows... what the hell was that?

--time skip--

Dean pulled the impala up to the curb of the street. The three of them look at the nice house. White picket fence, two stories, a garden.

"Are you sure about this," Dean asked Sam. "This seems like a pretty normal house."

Sam nodded, "I can feel it. It's here."

"Alright, let's go," Dean replied.

The three of them got out of the car and made their way up the pathway. None of them knew what fight they were going to get once they opened that door. It could've been a deadly fight. They may not have even had a chance to fight.

Still, with one last silent check with the others, Dean lifted his hand and knocked on the door.

The last thing they expected was for a girl to open the door with a wide smile. She had a white dress on with an orange cardigan over the top.

"Hello," she said happily. "What can I help you with?"

"Sam," Dean looked at his brother. Sam just nodded. He could feel it in his gut. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)," the girl replied. "And you are?"

"I'm Sam," the taller man answered. "This is Dean and Cas."

"Nice to meet you," she held a hand out.

Sam awkwardly accepted, shaking her hand. They both froze, eyes flashing purple before they both stepped back from each other.

"That was weird," (Y/n) mumbled, frowning at her hand. "What was that?"

The boys looked at each other but before they could speak, there was a crash from inside the house. The girl jumped.

"Who's that," Dean asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "My parents are gone. No one else is supposed to be here."

Sam and Dean grabbed their guns before all of them walked inside.

Before they could get any answers for themselves, an angel rounded the corner and tried to grab (Y/n), who ran behind the others as soon as she saw the angel.

She stumbled backward toward the wall in shock and fear. She covered her mouth as the more angels walked into her living, not that she knew that's who they were.

Sam, Dean, and Cas were getting thrown around.

"Stop," Sam yelled as they walked toward (Y/n).

"We need something to defeat the Darkness," one of the angels said. "This is our option. Thank you for leading us to her."

(Y/n) was shaking more as she listened. The Darkness? Why was she so important to them? To the boys or the others who had broken into her house?

"Come on, (Y/n)," one of the angels had a hand out to her. She shook her head and the angel chuckled. "Fine. Make this harder."

The others came running at her.

"No," she yelled, dropping to the ground, and covering herself with her arms.

A pulse of energy shot out. The angels that had broken in had burned in front of her.

Dean, Sam, and Cas looked at each other.

(Y/n) slowly looked up from where she was.

"Hey," Sam walked over, kneeling next to her. "You alright?"

"What was that," she asked, shaking. "Who are you? Who were they? What did I do?"

"Hey, hey," Sam touched the girl's shoulders. "It's alright. Hey... how about we go somewhere to calm down? How about some food, yeah? Is there a restaurant nearby or something?"

She nodded. Sam helped her stand up fully and led her to the impala. Dean and Cas sat in the front while Sam and (Y/n) took the backseat.

(Y/n) rambled about a small diner nearby, giving Dean quick directions before falling silent again.

The four of them took a booth in the farthest back corner. (Y/n) sat leaning against the wall, Sam next to her and Cas and Dean across from her.

"Umm... do you know what you want," Sam asked quietly, making (Y/n) aware of the waitress there.

She was an old friend, "You alright, (Y/n)?"

"Yeah," (Y/n) nodded. "I'm just a little tired. Umm... can I get a cherry vanilla milkshake?"

"That it for you, dear," the waitress checked. (Y/n) nodded with a grin, playing with the end of her cardigan's sleeves.

The waitress took the other three's orders before walking away.

"Who were those people," (Y/n) asked. "Why did they break into my house?"

"Because God made you a weapon," Cas said bluntly, making (Y/n)'s eyes go wide.

"A weapon?"

"He means," Dean jumped in, "you have powers that you don't know about. That's why you were able to get rid of those angels."

"Those were angels," she tried to keep her voice down. They all nodded. "I thought angels were supposed to be good?"

"They are supposed to follow orders," Cas corrected. "Not all of them are good."

She nodded, "Are you guys angels?"

"No, well, Sam and I aren't," Dean pointed between him and his brother. "Cas is."

"Oh," she muttered. "You're not-"

"I'm not gonna force you to go to heaven to defeat the Darkness," Cas promised.

"The Darkness," she said. "What's that? Why do I need to fight it?"

"The Darkness is... kind of our fault," Sam explained. "She's trying to create a new world in her image, which includes destroying this one."

"So, how'd you find me," she asked.

Before they could answer, the waitress came back, dropping off their food and drinks. (Y/n) leaned forward and took a sip of her milkshake and grinned to herself for a moment.

The boys were so confused. This was God's weapon?

"Well, Dean and I are hunters," Sam continued once (Y/n) back over to him. "We hunt monsters. Our grandpa was part of this group, the Men of Letters. They have a book in their collection that talks about you. There was a spell that led us to you."

She nodded but furrowed her eyebrows. Monsters? God? Hunters? After what had happened today, she struggled to deny all of it but was still hesitant to believe them?

"Well, if the Darkness knows I can defeat... her... won't she be looking for me too," (Y/n) asked.

"We can keep you safe," Dean promised.

"You're sure?"

"As sure as possible," he nodded.

(Y/n) looked down for a moment, "Okay. I'll go with you. I just... I need to get some stuff from my house and tell my parents that I'll be gone."

"You can't tell them where you're going or why," Dean said. "It'll put them in danger."

She bit her lip, "If it saves them in the long run, fine."

(Y/n) asked a lot more questions that day as they ate in the diner. They told her about monsters and the big bads they had faced. Monsters' weaknesses and abilities. Their other hunting buddies. People she could trust.

Sam, Dean, and Cas trusted her immediately. They felt like they needed to. Like she was a person to rely on.

And there- over a cherry vanilla milkshake- (Y/n) watched her entire life change forever.

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bteezxyewriter12 · 3 years

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My Brother's Bestie 2

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Genre- Smut

Word Count- 1.9k

Includes- Sex in mamy different positions, Oral, Abs Riding, Tummy Bulge, Squirting, Noona Kink

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Part 1. Part 3. Part 4

J POV

Getting to be bathroom, I close the door breathing hard. I close the toilet seat and sit on it, my face in my hands

What is going on with me? He's been here a few hours and it's like I'm a lovesick teenager

A horny love sick teenager

Just seeing his abs made me choke and embarrass the shit outta myself. I can't stop staring at him or thinking sexual things about him

When he had his Starbucks coffee that Ryuk went to get, his mouth sucking on the straw, all that was in my head was how it'd feel to have him suck on my clit

I'm so horny

I can't stop thinking about kissing him either

To have those perfect, smooth and soft looking lips against mine, his tongue against mine, hands hold me tightly to him

I clench my legs tightly. Hearing him call me noona in that fucking voice drives me insane

It was cute when he was a kid. It's hot as fuck now. He's hot as fuck

I knew he had muscles from how tight his shirt is. I just didn't know....he had a six pack. God it's so hot

I don't really care about abs or muscles but it's always a plus when a guy has them

And his abs, fuck I just want to touch them. Kiss them, lick them. God what is wrong with me?. This is Ryuk's brother. His little brother. Who's four years younger than me. And an idol

Why the fuck would he want me when he can have so many beautiful idols in Seoul? He'd never look at me twice. I don't compare to those girls. I don't even know if he has a girlfriend. He has to. He's the visual or whatever of the group. The most handsome member. They got that right

I'm sure the other two guys are handsome but Seonghwa...he's beautiful. Perfect

'Stop!', I yell at myself

It will never work anyway. He's an idol, I assume he's always busy since he gets a designated break. He lives in Seoul, I live here

'Please Joanne, like he'd even want you', I tell myself

It's ridiculous to even think. There's not a chance. And I can't be around him while he's here. I'm going to do or say something stupid in front of him. I know myself

I have to go home. Now. Make up some excuse and get the hell out before I mortify myself anymore

Standing up, I look in the mirror. Fuck. My makeup is fucked up. I was tearing up when I was choking and I remember wiping my eyes. My eyeliner is all around one eye, looking like I was hit in the face. The wing on the other eye is gone and running down my cheek

God, I looked like this in front of him. He probably thinks I'm a huge mess. Sighing, I wash my face, just taking off all the makeup

Thank god it's just eye make. Whatever, he'll just see my bare face for a few minutes when I say bye. I dry my face and turn to the door, preparing myself for a quick exit to my car

Opening the door, I step out

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Seonghwa POV

I pace outside the bathroom door, terrified

Ryuk was right that I need to talk to her

I'm just so fucking scared

The door opens, my heart drops to the ground and she comes out, gasping when she sees me

"You scared the fuck out of me"

I try to apologize but nothing comes out

She took off her makeup and she's fucking even more stunning. I'm just staring at her beautiful face and I'm not thinking straight

Stepping closer to her, I crash my lips to hers

I am in complete shock when she throws her arms around me, kissing me back, her tongue in my mouth

Shivers run up my spine and I press my tongue against hers

She presses herself against me, feeling so good

I can't believe this is happening. That's she's actually responding to me

Bending down, I pick her up, her legs going around my waist. I barely make it to my room, closing the door and locking it

Getting her on the bed, her hands move down my body to my shirt, pulling it up

Her mouth moves from mine for the second it takes to get my shirt off, then she kisses me again

Her hands run along my back, feeling so good

Pulling her pants down, I drop it on my floor, then I pull her against me as I pull her shirt off

Her hands move right to my belt undoing it as I undo her bra. She gets my jeans open and pulls them down along with my boxers, kissing me hard

As I kick off my bottom clothes, I rip her panties off her body, swallowing the loud moan she lets out, my lips against hers

She opens her legs and I move right between them, laying her back down and moving on top of her

The second I feel her smooth soft skin against mine, I whimper from how good she feels. Her hand moves in to my hair, playing with it while her other is on my back, holding me against her

Moving her leg, I wrap it around me, holding it against me

I kiss her hard, tongue against hers

Pushing inside her, she soaks my head and length immediately

Oh my fuck, she's so fucking tight

Ridiculously tight

Her pussy hugs my cock, pulling me inside, opening for me

"Hwa", she moans, her head pressing into the pillow

"Fuck Jo. So good. Almost baby."

She nods, "Give me all of you Hwa"

"I will noona. Open up for me more."

I finally push all in, her cunt taking all of me

Her body arches into mine, shaking hard and moaning loudly

"Oh baby", I whimper, kissing her cheek, her neck, anywhere my lips can land

"Please Hwa. I need you."

God to hear that makes me so happy

Pressing my lips to hers, I pull out almost all the way, then slam back inside

"Yes! Again!", she moans

That fuels me and I start moving fast and hard, her pussy getting so much more wet

"Hwa more, harder"

"Harder noona? You want me to fuck you harder? I'm already splitting open your tiny tight pussy. You want more?"

"Yes Seonghwa, more. I want you"

"Me noona? You want me?"

She nods, clinging onto me, "You Seonghwa. Just you"

Fuck I've been waiting to hear her say that for years

"Fuck Joanne, that's all I wanted for so long. You. And you wanting me. God I wanted you to want me", I tell her, fucking hard into her

"I want you Hwa. Fuck I want you", she moans

"You have me Jo. All this time, you had me. From when I was four, you had me. All I wanted was you. All I wished was for you to see me. I'm yours. I've only ever been yours"

I move her legs on my shoulders, getting on my knees

I pound into her little hole hard just like she wants

The next slam makes me hit inside her and she screams loudly

"There noona? I found your spot?"

She nods

"Ok noona, I'll fuck you good right there", I promise her, moving faster

I don't know how I'm moving this fast but all I know is that she feels amazing

And I don't want this feeling to end

"Fuck noona, you feel so good. So wet, so small. So fucking unbelievably tight"

She moans loudly, throbbing hard on me

"Gonna cum noona?"

She nods

"Good noona. Want your cum on my cock. Fuck I need it so bad"

"Hwa, shit"

Pushing her legs down to her chest, I lean on top of her, holding up one of her pretty breasts

Licking her nipple, she moans loudly, soaking my cock

"Noona likes that huh? You just drenched my cock"

"Yes Hwa, I like it"

Putting my head down, I pull her nipple in my mouth and suck hard and fast

"Seonghwa oh my god SEONGHWA!", she cries

She shakes under me, coming all over my cock, her hand flying in my hair and pulling

"Oh god yes", I cry, "Oh fuck noona! It feels so good! Noona it feels so good!"

I don't care how I sound

I'm finally with her and I'm going to enjoy it

And fuck her orgasm is the best thing I've ever felt

When she finishes, I wrap her legs back around my waist, pounding in her again

I fucking want it again

"Hwa", she whines

"Please noona. Please give me more. You feel so fucking good when you cum. I need more. Please for me", I beg her

"Yes Hwa, for you. Anything for you Hwa"

I lift my head up, looking at her, stopping my movements

Did she really say that?

Anything for me

Her eyes move to mine, smiling at me

I suck in my breath, seeing her direct that gorgeous smile at me

Her hand touches my face softly, "I see you Hwa. I want you. I'm yours for as long as you want"

"How about forever?", I blurt without thinking

Shit

I'm such a dumbass

But to my utter surprise, a huge smile bursts on her face

"Yeah Hwa. Forever is good for me"

Holy shit

Did she just-

My brain stops thinking as soon as I feel her lips against mine

She kisses me deeply, her arms around me tightly and I fall into her kiss

Nothing else matters

Just her lips against mine, her tongue against mine, her body against mine

Her fingers run along my back, sending shivers down my spine

I feel her hips move against me, sliding on and off me, making me hard inside her again

I keep my lips against hers as I move, thrusting into her again, going deeper than before with her moving with me

"God you feel so fucking amazing. You don't know how long I wanted this", I murmur, kissing her neck

I feel her hand take mine and I lift my head watching her kiss the back of it

"I'm yours Hwa. Whenever you want. You don't have to wait anymore"

Oh god please don't let this be something she's just saying in the moment

I can't handle it if she's not being serious

The next thrust makes me hit her spot, making her yell, her back arching off the bed into my body

"There noona?"

She nods, clinging onto me, her face buried in my neck

"Ok baby. Whatever my baby wants", I murmur to her, concentrating on slamming that spot and feeling her clench my cock so tight each time

God she feels so fucking incredible

"Hwa", she moans, her fingers pressing so hard into my back

"Good aegi?"

"Yes Hwa. You're so good"

Snapping my hips, I smash into her spot, making her yell my name as she shakes and explodes

"SEONGHWA, SEONGHWA"

"Yes noona fuck, I love you yelling my name. Fuck, I always wanted to hear you scream it", I confess

"Mmmm baby. I'll always scream your name", she promises

Yeah she will because I'm gonna make sure I give it to her good every time

When she finishes I pull out

"No Hwa!"

"Shh noona. I'm not done with you yet"

Leaning down, I kiss her neck, grabbing her breast and squeezing hard

She moans and I can't wait to show her what I'm going to do now.

#ksmutclub #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez smut #ateez seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa #ateez hwa #seonghwa smut #seonghwa fanfic #seonghwa fic #ateez seonghwa smut #park seonghwa fanfic #ateez seonghwa fanfic

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kaibutsushidousha · 3 years

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Tribe Nine progress report #00 (part 1)

Translations from the official Tribe Nine website, supplemented with things that were said on stream.

Character names are in Japanese order because that's how they're officially romanized.

Also, I'll be posting this in multiple parts because I reached the image limit on this post.

World

In the country of Neotokyo, year 20XX, youth with no hope for society's future form Tribes to find a place to call home.

With time, the disputes between Tribes continued to grow more and more violent. The situation was very intense in the eyes of the Neotokyo government, so they enforced the XB Law, which limited the quarrels between Tribes to only Extreme Baseball.

Pitch, bat, and trade blows. The youths were crazy over this radical pride-staking game.

XB (Extreme Baseball)

A duel method similar to baseball, designed to settle conflicts between Tribes. As determined by the XB Law, the loser must obey the winner's order(s).

Runners and the fielder with the ball can initiate battles with each other for the right to reach a base. The slugfests between players equipped with body-enhancing gear are XB's greatest trademark.

Rules

The games must be played late at night when there are no longer any onlookers.

The games will use the entire City as its field.

Batters are only out by tag out or by strike out.

There is no home run. In case of an extra-base hit, the runner(s) can run through the bases until they initiate a battle against the fielder with the ball.

A fielder with the ball is allowed to initiate a battle against a runner, staking the runner's right to reach a base.

Players can equip XB Gear to enhance their physical abilities.

Anything can be used as XB Gear, as long as it's approved by the Judge Robot acting as the umpire for the game.

The win condition is either scoring more points than the opposing team or knocking out the opponents in battle.

The winner can give any order to the loser.

Characters

[This section will have some character profiles for a few Tribes, but before that, I'll have to go over some elements that were only explained in a previous interview and in the stream. The game will contain 23 Tribes, each themed after one of the 23 wards of Tokyo. The names of the Tribes here all match the names of the wards they represent. Their base concepts will be all about local stereotypes, of course, but in the stream, Kodaka compared them to One Piece pirate crews in terms of how much individuality the characters will get within the team.]

Minato Tribe

A Tribe famed as the strongest in Neotokyo. They value the bonds between teammates and genuinely enjoy XB.

[The Minato ward is the ward where the Tokyo Tower (also called Minato Tower) is. Due to holding the symbol of the city, Kodaka chose it to be the ward of the anime's protagonist Tribe.]

Kamiya Shun (Leader)

CV: Akira Ishida

Birthday: February 22nd

Height: 179 cm

Weight: 65 kg

Voice sample 1: Let's enjoy one more game.

Voice sample 2: I'll show you how to topple the Minato Tower.

"What could be more exciting than XB?"

The founder and leader of the Minato Tribe, as well as the main reason why they're considered the strongest. He is one of the very few Beam Bat users. He's as top tier as you'd expect as a pitcher and batter, not to mention he's unmatched at a fistfight.

He enjoys unchallenged popularity on the XB field, but he also has a more goofy side. His antics include giving his teammate incomprehensible nicknames and getting hungover on coffee, among others.

Shirokane Haru

CV: Shun Horie

Birthday: January 20th

Height: 160 cm

Weight: 47 kg

Voice sample 1: My name is Haru. Shirokane Haru.

Voice sample 2: If I can really hit this swing...

"If I really have potential... I wanna give it a try!"

A timid bullied boy. He was getting into trouble with the town's delinquents as usual when Kamiya and Taiga saved him. He was bound by his own perceived uselessness, but Kamiya noticed his natural agility, wits, and keen eyes and he was invited to use these "weapons" of him for the Minato Tribe.

Taiga

CV: Chiharu Sawashiro

Birthday: October 10th

Height: 182 cm

Weight: 76 kg

Voice sample 1: I'll beat Kamiya Shun and become the best player!

Voice sample 2: The match only starts when you get to the batter's box.

You got nothing to worry about, you got me as the captain on this ride aboard the S.S. Big Ship Taiga, where S.S. stands for "safe and sound"!

A hot-blooded boy who came to Neotokyo from the other side of the ocean in pursuit of one dream: winning against the strongest man, Kamiya Shun! He joins the Minato Tribe along with Haru. He's a novice in XB and struggles to memorize the rules, but he keeps challenging his opponents with his dauntless courage and the brute strength he's so proud of.

Arisugawa Saori (Vice-Leader)

CV: Mai Fuchigami

Birthday: November 22nd

Height: 162 cm

Weight: 43 kg

Voice sample 1: The Minato Tribe never says no to anyone wanting to join or leave. You can stay as long as you want.

Voice sample 2: Raise your arm higher and put more strength into your swing.

There's no ball I can't catch!

The Minato Tribe's vice-leader. Despite her frail looks, she's an outstanding catcher, capable of stopping even Kamiya's blazing fastballs. She takes charge, commanding Minato's ensemble of oddballs since Kamiya is too careless to be a real leader.

No one values the members of Minato's team more than her, but she is extremely strict about rules and morals, never hesitating to unload a cartridge of her favorite airsoft gun on a transgressing teammate.

Mita Santarou

CV: Mutsumi Tamura

Birthday: March 30th

Height: 150 cm

Weight: 44 kg

Voice sample 1: I know talent when I see it.

Voice sample 2: The first thing rookies do is carry my stuff. That's the law of Minato.

T-those dudes are no match for me...! Ok, you guys go take them on!

A member of the Minato Tribe. He claims to be the ace of the team but is actually just a reserve pitcher. He's a pervert and a sleazeball and often gets punished by Arisugawa for it, but he shows no signs of wanting to fix his flaws.

He tends to abuse his seniority over the new members, but he's as caring and friendly as he is unreasonably bossy.

Daimon Manami

CV: Fukushi Ochiai

Birthday: July 20th

Height: 191 cm

Weight: 180 kg

Voice sample 1: I accept all forms of gratitude and cake.

Voice sample 2: You gotta swing hard but without straining yourself.

Don't forget to eat well before a game of XB.

A member of the Minato Tribe. He's always supporting the other members with his gentle personality and great cooking. Minato's base of operation is Lovely Ocean, a restaurant he runs.

Despite his usual calm, no one can stop him when he snaps.

[Translation note: Manami means "lovely ocean"]

Aoyama Kazuki

CV: Shouya Chiba

Birthday: May 18th

Height: 174 cm

Weight: 57 kg

Voice sample 1: Huhu, even if I can't use my left arm anymore, my brain is still much better than yours, stupid people.

Voice sample 2: Timing is essential in our next strategy, I'll be giving the commands. It'd be easier for all of you since you won't have to think.

"You'll be my pawns."

A mysterious boy who suddenly appeared asking to join the Minato Tribe. He can't properly play XB because his left hand is injured. But for unknown reasons, he's very knowledgeable about XB tactics and how to handle a Beam Bat and makes full use of his ingenuity to bring victory to Minato.

He seems to have some kind of goal in approaching the Minato Tribe, but what could it be?

Chiyoda Tribe

A tribe under the patronage of the king of Neotokyo. They have been suppressing many other Tribes all over the country to ostentate their power.

[Chiyoda is the ward where the Palace is, so the Chiyoda Tribe are the guys with political power]

Ootori Oujirou (Leader)

CV: Jun'ichi Suwabe

Birthday: September 26th

Height: 192 cm

Weight: 78 kg

Voice sample 1: Can you entertain me, even a little?

Voice sample 2: A game needs blood. In eras where giants clash, the people are waiting for battles that spray blood and shatter bone.

"Winning is everything. There is nothing else I need."

The leader of the Chiyoda Tribe, and heir to Ootori Tenshin, the king of Neotokyo. Tenshin trained him since he was a child to be the strongest XB player.

He challenges teams all over Neotokyo to prove he is the best.

Ootori Tenshin (King of Neotokyo)

CV: Hiroshi Naka

Birthday: January 31st

Height: 177 cm

Weight: 51 kg

Voice sample 1: None is allowed to disobey the Ootori family! It's the masses to duty to kneel before me. Am I wrong?

Voice sample 2: Every single one of those so-called big shots sullying my Chiyoda must be exterminated! Go show them the power of the Ootori family!

"Through XB, you must show that that the power of the Ootori family is absolute!"

The king of Neotokyo. He's strongly obsessed with XB, to the point he trained his heir Oujirou since childhood to be the best player.

After that, he founded the Chiyoda Tribe with Oujirou as the leader.

He aims to trample all Tribes in the country in XB to ostentate the strength of the Ootori family.

CV: Mikako Komatsu

Birthday: March 15th

Height: 170 cm

Weight: 46 kg

Voice sample 1: As you wish.

Voice sample 2: I honestly and absolutely believe you will get the result you desire.

"Only death awaits the enemies of the Ootori family."

Ootori Tenshin's secretary. To the public, she's nothing more than a modest secretary, but her secret is that she's a cold-blooded agent, capable of doing anything for the sake of the Ootori family.

Countless people who criticized or plotted to opposed the Ootori family's plans may or may not have been to their grave by her hand.

#tribe nine #kamiya shun #shirokane haru #taiga #arisugawa saori #mita santaro #daimon manami #aoyama kazuki #otori ojiro #otori tenshin #kamiki yui

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razrbladekiss · 3 years

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Tyrants | Chapter Five - Consolation

WORD COUNT: 5.8k

WARNINGS: Mentions of murder, grief, the aftermath of that death...all that Jazz! Plus a lil moment I’ve been fucking itching to include.

Chibs's breath was stuck in the middle of his throat, jutting thickly the more he thought about Opie cradling Donna's sallow cheeks as she bled out onto the gravel.

It'd cut deep, this one.

So many bodies he had bared witness to over the years. So many lives lost and souls snatched and whatever else right before his undaunted eyes--but nothing really hurt as much as that.

Because he knew what it was like. How it maimed a man. How it felt like his world was hurtling toward the chasms of hell during the moments after arriving at the scene and seeing his wife there. Dead.

Cold and dead and lonely. And completely gone.

Guilt resided, too. It was true tangible remorse for the simple proficiency of; that should've been me.

It happened with Diane--it happened to Chibs's wife, the mother of his kid, and the one true light in his life right after Isla. And it should've been him.

It was brutal, the way it happened tonight. It was fierce and heartless and Chibs knew in a flash that those bullets struck the wrong skull.

He couldn't bear the reverberation anymore, the gutturals from Piney's son who'd just lost his wife for no good reason during a drive-by in their quaint little town. The town that'd swelled wickedly with corruption these last few weeks.

Stahl was at the scene before he left. Looking pensive, actually. She looked guilty.

Chibs's basic instinct had landed the blame at her door--put the blood on her hands--but he kept his mouth shut for fear of what'd happen next. He didn't think that SAMCRO could handle this.

Because this wasn't a product of Mayan or Niner rivalry. He wasn't stupid--he knew that his President had something to do with this.

This was cultivated from the seeds sown by June Stahl, the pips planted so very deeply into the mind of Clay Morrow which forced him to believe that Opie Winston was a rat.

And he wasn't. He'd never sell his club out--no matter the damage, the pain inflicted upon him--and he'd never dream of pinning the fault on his brothers.

But he had to look a little bit closer to home if he wanted those answers. If he wanted to know just who sniped Donna--a completely innocent woman caught in the most ferocious of crossfires--he had to turn to someone that he knew was culpable of such activity.

Chibs's heart ached. It impaired him so very deeply that the only thing he could visualize on the ride back to Jax's house was her face.

Her face that dripped blood. Saturated crimson plagued his thoughts and forced his stomach to churn vociferously. He felt sick now.

He felt sick because Opie had lost his wife, Piney had lost a crucial member of his small family, and her kids had lost their mother. The woman that had worked so tirelessly to provide a life for them, to love and care for them unconditionally no matter what.

Opie was strong, he knew that--but he didn't know if he was strong enough to handle this. This crippling weight, this hurt and the idea of what could've been done differently.

Because so much could've happened to prevent this.

His tongue had become inoculated with bile, acrimonious ire for whoever the fuck was to blame for such unnecessary brutality--and, really, Chibs knew that he didn't have to look much further than Isla's favorite blue-eyed heathen this time.

And that broke his heart because of the pedestal she held that man upon. The pedestal she'd always held him atop, so fucking highly, too.

She knew that he was bad--an inherently bad human being--but he was just Tig. Her buddy. Clay's right hand that, really, he'd always count on. No matter what. And he'd always deliver the king's request, too.

Tig was the one that Isla called when her car broke down on the freeway and she needed to get home in time for Gemma's dinner.

The one she turned to for cheering up because he always knew how to crack a smile and get through to her.

The one that she strangely respected the most. Nobody really recognized what it was about that man that had Isla overjoyed when in his presence, she just was. And that was part of his charm.

But her father was anxious, now. Worried that she would take this news--if it came to light--badly. Because it was going to break her heart, regardless.

It was how she would handle it, which was the true hardship.

"Christ." Chibs's voice struggled to materialize, gesturing to his daughter passed out on Jax's couch. "How long's she been sleepin'?"

Mascara and eyeliner and whatever the fuck else she'd painted onto her face had started to melt away, trails of black and grey faintly running her cheeks.

"'Bout an hour." Gemma responded, sniffling back the putrid emotion she'd so obviously let flood the moments leading up to their arrival.

Jax's stomach was doing backflips at the thought of Isla crying herself to sleep in his living room--after everything that he'd put her through, too.

He feared that this was going to be the tip of the iceberg. That this was going to pulverize her sanity and compromise everything she had sought to fight off these last few days.

And he couldn't help but harbor those same suspicions as her father, either. Jax wanted to keep his mouth shut until he was certain that this was an inside job, but he was teetering toward that conclusion regardless.

It was the only viable explanation.

He, too, worried about what this would do to her. That finding out Tig was the potential culprit and reason why Opie's children were officially motherless.

"How's Ope?" She continued, already knowing the answer but asking anyway. Jax's head shook. "Oh."

"Not good, ma. But he's home now."

"And you're sure of that?"

"Yeah--I followed him back to make sure he got there in one piece. He wanted to leave the second the fuckin' ATF stormed in."

"Oh." Gem repeated herself, running her fingers through Isla's hair as she rested in her lap. "What about Clay? Where'd he get to?"

Chibs took a seat at one of the wooden chairs that'd been positioned around the coffee table, and Jax sank into the couch opposite the girls.

It was pitiful. Darkness enveloped them as Isla slept, innocently resting as the world shattered around her.

She wasn't oblivious to the happenings. She hadn't slept through it all, but she was done. Isla had been distant for days, had been fretting over the unimaginable and Gemma was worried that she was going to make herself sick if she continued the way that she was.

So she twisted her fingers and nails through the flowing waves of golden blonde, and soothed her the same way that she always did.

The same way that she found comfort as a kid.

He sighed. Exhausted. "Dunno. Last I saw he was with Tig."

"Aye." The Scot agreed with a nod, too. Hating the thought of Trager being responsible for something like this.

But it was merely a suspicion that Chibs hoped and prayed would get debunked sooner or later.

"Did he say anything?"

"Nah. He talked a little to Unser--seems to think it was a hit on Ope gone wrong--so, I guess they're gonna be lookin' into the Niners."

"Aye." Chibs spoke again, gesturing to Isla. "Did she say much when we left?"

"Not really--she just busied herself and cleaned up with Wendy. Seems like they're getting along now."

Jax smiled a bit, happy that his best friend and the mother of his child were starting to accept the presence of one another in Abel's life.

Truly, that's all he really wanted. That and his mother finally being able to turn the other cheek, and quit castigating his kid's mom.

"Did Clay leave before you?" Gemma asked, antsy. She was itching to get home, itching to see and comfort her husband because she knew that he was going to be fretting over this.

"I told you, the last I saw, he was with Tig. Dunno if he left after us, or if he's still there."

She looked away, smoothing her thumb over Isla's cheek.

"He'll be home soon--I should take off."

"Not on your own." Jax upheld, simply terrified of what could've happened to his mother had she left alone.

As far as Jax wanted her to know, this was bad blood between clubs. This was a hit put out on an innocent bystander because they knew it'd jolt SAMCRO--and it did.

It shook them to the very fucking core, jutting them repeatedly--mere moments away from crumbling and completely disintegrating into Harley Davidson dust.

And he really didn't want to admit that this was the work of his step-father and Alexander Trager. But he feared that was the only viable explanation.

"I'll--eh--I'll take her back." Chibs offered, getting up to ghost a hand over Isla's blushed cheek. "I was gonna take her home with me tonight, but I think she's better off stayin' put."

Jax agreed with a nod, smiling weakly at his mother. Though, she knew it was a coverup. A not-so-brilliant facade and attempt at showing that he was okay during this barbarous time.

"I don't wanna wake her." She mused, pushing strands of hair from her face. "She looks so damn peaceful."

Gemma hadn't a cozy moment with Isla for a while--not since she was recovering from a broken heart four summers ago.

The last time that she turned to Gemma--the same way she would as a child--for that motherly comfort.

"I know." The older man crouched to the ground, tracing faintly along her arm. Isla grumbled, slowly rousing. "C'mon petal, it's gettin' late."

He kept a hand against her, running this thumb over the freckled skin softly. Diane's crucifix caught his eye as she shifted, impairing him that little bit more tonight.

"What time is it?" She asked roughly, feeling a sting in her throat. Isla lifted herself off of Gemma's lap, rubbing at her eyes. "Is it late?"

"It's about one o'clock."

"Shit." Her hiss was sharp, galled that she'd been allowed to rest for so long whilst there was a literal wildfire sweeping its way through the club. "Ope--oh my god--Opie. Is he okay?"

Isla knew the answer. She knew what Jax was about to say before he even opened his mouth, and so tears ensued. Crystalline hues weeped and watered, and he was unsettled.

Unsettled because she was so strong in the face of such tragedy, rarely shedding any tears before an audience.

Unsettled because, up until the Kohn incident, Jax hadn't seen her cry since she was shot in the knee after three Mayans decidedly stormed the T M lot and strived to gun down each and every person on the premises.

He never forgave himself for that, actually. Because those bullets--though completely un-fatal and leaving a simple mark that, really, Isla referred to as her battle scars--should've been for him.

"He went home. To be with the kids." Jax cleared his throat, kneeling in front of her when Chibs got to his feet and gestured for Gemma. "He's--uh--he's in a bad way."

"Understandably." She mumbled. "Any ideas on who did this?"

Your favorite son.

"No. Clay thinks it might've been the Niners--shits been off since they decided to pull their fucking guns on us after the warehouse was raided."

"That was their rationale?"

"I guess so." He added. "It'd make sense. We lost their guns, so we lost a life--"

"But Donna." Isla argued, sitting upright. "Donna was innocent."

"We know that, love, but Laroy was probably under the impression that Ope was the one behind the wheel." Her father spoke over Jax, heeding his uncertainty. "It wasn't meant to be her."

Chibs had to blow his theory out of the water, firstly.

"A life is a life. To them, so long as they've got one of ours--someone close to us--they've succeeded with somethin'--"

"All they've succeeded with is leaving two kids without a fucking mother." Isla spat, throwing away the small blanket that Gemma had draped over her as she stood up. "And you've gotta stop being so fucking insensitive."

Jax stumbled backwards, watching her storm out of the room in her pretty little summer dress. He couldn't surmise whether following behind or leaving the woman to simmer alone, was the best idea.

It was a touchy subject, the loss of a parent. It was prickly and raw and it never ceased to strike Isla's heart. Because she understood.

She understood how much it hurt. The uncertainty of it all. Not knowing what to do next. How life changes more than what anyone ever prepares you for and, really, how nothing is ever the same again.

Isla knew it all too well. She'd been there, done that, and refused to go back. But with Chibs's life, his line of work, she was never granted that security.

And it wasn't particularly the security that she wanted, more so the knowledge of what--god forbid anything--would happen to her father. Because that's what bothered her the most about Diane.

She never knew anything about her mother's passing.

Jax got a pretty tight grip on the concept, too. But it was different with Isla--it was something she never quite grasped.

"A life is a life," Gemma mocked the insensitivity from the baffled Scotsman, shaking her head. "That wasn't just any life, Chibs. That was Opie's woman, the mother of his children, and one of Isla's oldest friends--she was family. She wasn't just a life."

His lips twitched before he exhaled sharply, knowing that she was right.

Knowing that his response was much too unsympathetic and heartless and, really, he was an idiot to forget how upset she got whenever something that pertained to the death of her mother was brought up.

"Your kid is grieving. She's grieving for Ope, for Piney, for Kenny and Ellie--for herself because this--" she gestured to nothing in particular, but he understood, "--is something she knows all too well, ain't it? Diane?"

"I know." Tersely, he responded. He pulled a hand through his hair. "I fuckin' know how she feels, but I didn't think she'd storm out when I said it!"

"Well, she's always been unpredictable."

"I know." His riposte was braided with anger, pure fury.

"Then why'd you say it?" Gemma jabbed. "Isla has been about six thousand miles away from us these last few days, and you thought that saying such a stupid thing wouldn't tip her over the edge?"

She was defensive of the blonde--always had been.

And Jax was sick of it.

Sick of the back-and-forth between the two. Sick of that holier than thou bullshit from Gemma--pretending that she wasn't thinking the same fucking thing--and sick of the way Chibs cared more to argue than to go after his daughter.

"Make sure Wendy stays if you two leave--I'm going."

"Where?" Chibs demanded.

But Jax just glared at him, stuffed his hands in both pockets, and walked straight out of the house.

It was cooler, now. The breeze had hit him square in the face the second he stepped over the threshold, and it was nice. To feel a little breeze that'd inevitably take the edge off of the lament sizzling away inside of him, was nice.

It was short lived, though. The second he realized that he couldn't see Isla--that she was completely out of sight--dragged him straight back down to earth, and the panic had set in.

He trusted her, of course he knew that she wasn't going to do anything stupid because she valued her life too much, and she wanted to do great things. So many great things.

But Jax also knew her too well. Well enough to know that the first place she would've thought about storming toward was the Clubhouse--the place that she'd find Tig.

And under any other circumstances, he wouldn't have rushed to get to her before she had a chance to get to T M. But the possibility of walking in and discerning Trager's inconsolable fury--his resentment and self-loathing--was much too great a risk for Jax to take.

He had to intercept.

He had to save her before she got the chance to set foot onto the property.

But, realistically, Jax was more than aware that Isla was probably already halfway there by now, and weaving through the unusual bustle of traffic in his small town just wasn't worth it.

"Shit." He growled, hopping onto his bike regardless. Saving a sliver of hope that he'd find her tonight.

He wasn't exactly optimistic, though. Because she'd already stormed four blocks.

Isla wrapped her cardigan tightly around her body--feeling the cold a bit more than what Jax had earlier--and hastily made her way downtown.

Surprisingly enough, she didn't fear the short walk toward the garage, but it was chilling. The thought of Donna's killer roaming freely, parading around that neighborhood, was daunting.

But she wasn't scared.

Or, at least, Isla wasn't scared until she heeded the red and blue flashing lights right in the middle of the intersection. The apparent murder scene.

Her heart sank, actually. The organ dropped to her stomach, pulsating slowly--barely--at the sight of Charming PD, CSI, and her. The group scattered, conversing, and speculating.

It was horrible. Sick.

She'd seen this before. She'd seen deaths and murders, and whatever came during the moments following. But she hasn't felt this way before.

The incapacitating throb. The discomfort and grief for such a horrendous--albeit freak--accident. And she wasn't stupid. She was as cognizant as her father and as empathetic as Jax, and she knew just as well as those two that this was not a purposeful attack.

Whether it was a consequence of Mayan or Niner misconduct, it was a wrongful onslaught that was about to cull an entire family. An entire charter.

If it hadn't already, that was.

She choked around the swell in her throat, padding along the sidewalk. She took her time, but she wasn't slow by any means. She had a place to be, and a specific person that she had to see--to talk to because she didn't know how to cope with this.

And it wasn't exactly her place to mourn for Donna. She hadn't been involved with her for some five years and she felt bad about the pair unable to rekindle their friendship. She felt bad about grieving the loss of Opie's wife--about taking the focus away from him.

But it hurt. It hurt so much--it sliced deeply, through flesh and tendon and bone--and she knew that Tig wouldn't judge her for this inveterate sorrow. He wouldn't see her as selfish or stupid for wanting to project her sincerities, her emotions.

Her heels clicked across the yard and she smiled a little bit when she passed Juice and Tig's bikes beside one another, letting her know that she wasn't going to be alone in there.

She was scared now, though. Because she hadn't talked about this yet. Hadn't talked about how she felt and how she was going to approach Opie the next time she saw him.

"Juice?" Isla squeaked from the doorway, waiting for him to turn around and run to her, or something. But he didn't move, didn't lift his head.

It was dreary inside. The lights had been dimmed, the men surrounding the tables and bar were downtrodden, and Isla felt as though she'd just walked through the gates of hell.

The vibrancy and boisterous nature of SAMCRO had come to a complete standstill, and she was actually yearning for the sleaze that usually enveloped the space.

Her sigh was defeated, forlorn. She sniffed as her nose ran, making her way to the bathroom to go and clean herself up--because she knew that she looked dreadful, and didn't want anybody to really see her that way.

"Is anyone in here?" She asked softly against the locked door, knowing that the answer was yes and that Tig was the occupant--but she persisted, anyway.

The mellifluous rhythm bled through the oak, jolting him still as blood poured from the gash in his head, and shattered glass surrounded his frame and the sink.

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, glaring monotonously at himself in front of the mirror. Glaring at the fucking monster that was about to welcome Isla into open arms, comforting her because he knew that she'd need it.

"Yeah," He opened up, smiling down at her. "But I'm done, if you wanna--"

"What happened to you?" She put a hand against his chest, pushing him back into the room. Her brow furrowed when he didn't respond. "Tiggy?"

His entire body winced at Isla's soft touch. At the way her pink nails traced over the patch of skin on his chest, uncovered by his shirt--the shirt he was going to burn after tonight.

She gently gripped at his chin, turning his face to the right to get a better look at the incision on his left. Her eyes filled again, lips turned downward.

"Let me clean you up."

"You don't gotta--"

"I do." Isla cut him off, blinking away her tears. "If it doesn't get treated, it might get infected."

Like father, like daughter--always the first person to tend to an injury. She was so loving, so benevolent. Nothing like him, he thought.

Tig watched her maneuver around the tiny bathroom, admiring her desire to patch him up. To care for him and help make him feel better.

Not much would've helped at that moment, but she was trying her best.

"How'd you get over here?" He asked, leaning against the sink.

"I walked--"

"You walked?" Pissed, Tig spat. "Jesus fuck, Isla, you can't walk these parts alone, anymore."

She looked up at him from the spot she was crouched at, sifting through a small first-aid kit in the cabinet. "Who said I was alone?"

"Were you?" His eyes narrowed. She got to her feet, putting the small plastic box beside him, looking his face over a few times.

Her head shook. "Nope. Never alone with these thoughts."

Tig couldn't not chuckle at her response, but he was still worried about her. He didn't worry often--he was too selfish for that--but anything to do with his favorite blonde saw him panic like a madman.

"And the voices, too." She mused, breaking out into a genuine smile the first time all evening. "They always keep me real good company."

"Yeah?" Isla's head bobbed, cupping his chin again. "Me too--me 'n you don't seem to be too different after all, baby."

"Never said that we weren't." She poked her tongue out a little bit, surveying the damage. "Never said that we were the same, either."

"We're not the same." He confirmed, curling his hand around her wrist as she held an alcohol pad above his cut. "We are not the same, Isla."

Her head tilted, trying to discern what he meant. But she couldn't, and it caused an uncomfortable shiver to flicker down her spine.

"This might hurt." She whispered in an attempt to dissipate the small tension, gently running her thumb over his chin.

The other was--alongside her pointer finger--tapping the small antiseptic against the wound. She frowned the more he winced, though Tig's smile and hold on her wrist was still present.

"I like the pain."

"I know you do, Tiger." Isla joked. But she couldn't help wondering how the fuck he managed to do this to himself tonight.

Why he would do this to himself tonight.

"I don't wanna have to stitch your pretty face up," she pursed her lips and got him to hold the cotton in place.

"You think I got a pretty face?"

"The prettiest." Her retort was instantaneous, missing that usual glint of something resembling a joke.

She was serious--she wasn't engaging in that usual banter with him today. She was too run down for it, actually.

"Gonna have to give you a couple of butterfly stitches, if that's okay?" Isla looked up at him, holding out the small bandages with a smile. "It won't hurt. And they'll probably dissolve in, like, a week or so."

"Go for it. I love when you play nurse."

She lightly whacked at his chest, laughing as she got him to sit on the closed toilet lid to get a better reach. He wasn't tall, but neither was she. Isla needed him to lower his height if she wanted to successfully repair him.

The comfort, the aid and assistance had him forgetting about tonight--had her forgetting the real reason for her impromptu arrival to the clubhouse--but not forgetting about the newfound misery that encircled SAMCRO.

"You alright?" He asked when she hadn't made a movement, when her eyes seemed to focus on the shelves above the tank of the toilet. "I can do it myself, if you don't wanna--"

"I wanna." The smile she produced was fake--uncomfortable as tears rolled down perfectly blushed cheeks.

It broke his heart. Everything she was doing and saying--and even feeling because her pain was palpable--was breaking his heart and Tig felt like hell for doing this.

"I'm sorry," she stuck the first stitch to his forehead carefully, getting him to rip off the back of the second because her fingers were too shaky to get a solid grip.

"Don't be." He handed it to her. "It's been a tough night."

Her laugh was humorless, dull. "You can say that again, Tiggy."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." She sent him an apologetic look, but he got it.

Isla trusted him with her life--for some reason--but she found it hard to open up sometimes. In regards to something this serious, she struggled to get a solid handle on her emotions and how to express them.

He understood her, though. Understood her well enough, her mannerisms and thought processes, and he just wondered if she felt like divulging her pain tonight.

She didn't, though. And Tig didn't particularly mind that. He didn't want to feel that twisted pang of regret, the vehement churn of his stomach whenever she said Donna's name--which she was yet to do, and she probably wouldn't at this point, either.

"I just wanna cry." She stated plainly, not even reluctantly anymore.

Like Gemma, he hadn't seen her cry for a long time. And it wasn't a nice visual, actually.

But he was supportive, and just wanted her to do anything that'd make her feel somewhat better--so he encouraged it.

Isla put everything down, gave his face the once over for the last time, and set herself on the tile with her back to the door.

"You wanna cry? Do it, baby. If it'll help, just do it." He assured, getting to the ground beside her. "I know you don't like doin' it in front of me, but I won't tell anyone, if that's what you want."

"You make me seem like a battle ax." Isla quipped, sniffling. "I don't care if anyone sees me cry--everyone knows that I do. It's just..."

"Showing vulnerability ain't a nice thought. I know."

God. She hated how well he understood her. How he knew what she was going to fucking say. All the time.

Tig wound an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Instinctively, she rested her head against his shoulder.

"I get it." He stated mindlessly, pushing tousled blonde strands from her forehead. "But y'know you can always trust me, kid. I'll never tell anyone that you feel emotions--"

"I'm literally the most emotional person you all know." Isla protested weakly, hoping he didn't mind the feeling of her tears bleeding through his shirt.

He didn't.

"I just don't really like crying. It's not a true testament to my character--I'm supposed to be the happy one around these parts. The sickeningly optimistic Irish girl--"

"You can still be a crier, too."

"I know." She finally wrapped her arms around his middle as they sat together. "But people just don't take girls seriously when they cry. And I don't want my position here to be compromised, I guess. I don't want my dad, or Gemma, or Clay to think I can't handle being around the club anymore--because I can. And I always will."

"They wouldn't think different of you for that." He promised, rubbing circles over her shoulder the more he felt the navy cotton dampen. "This is a real tough thing, Isla, nobody is gonna chastise you for shedding a tear. They'd probably think different of you if you didn't cry."

"You think?"

He nodded.

"Crying shows that you got empathy and a heart. We all know your heart is bigger than..." Thick eyebrows crumpled together before he let out a little chuckle. "Bigger than Clay's ego. It's huge, your heart."

"Well, it's gotta be. If I wanna love all of you--warts 'n all--my heart has gotta be huge."

"Exactly," he drew out his response, earning a laugh and something reminiscent of an optimistic smile from her.

Trager never saw himself as the kind of man to make a girl smile or laugh after a little pep talk--after or before incredible sex, perhaps, but never as a result of his unusually comforting nature.

But he just had that effect on Isla--something she wasn't able to extrapolate verbally. Something she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to comprehend, either.

"You've just gotta try not to make yourself too vulnerable, that's all, 'cuz people will get used to coddling you. And I know that's now what you want."

"That's what I mean." She frowned, pulling herself away a bit. "I don't wanna be seen as inferior for being able to cry about the things that you, or Gem, or dad, are able to keep a poker face over. I'm just...I'm just thin-skinned sometimes, and I'm yet to be desensitized to this stuff, I guess."

"You're not thin-skinned for crying tonight." He scolded, knowing that she didn't want to elucidate her thoughts about the happening, but he just couldn't help himself.

"Desensitization don't mean shit when you've lost someone you care about--it's always gonna hurt, sweetheart. Always. And there ain't nothing you can do to stop that."

He was the one with misty eyes, now. He was the one trying to bite back tears, trying to conceal the spread of his sadness--the uncomfortable soreness in his chest. In his heart that wasn't anywhere near as big and full as hers.

"You're never gonna grow immune to grief--I promise you'll always feel that. Whether you show it--how you show it--is another thing, though."

"You feel it?"

"Tonight?"

"In general."

She couldn't seem to recall the last time that she saw him cry--if she'd ever seen it, actually. Aside from this moment, of course.

Tears fell to the apples of his cheeks and she, without any reluctance, used the pad of her thumb to brush them away.

And he got it, now. The idea of showing vulnerability being a fucking liability. Because the pity washing over her soft, beautiful features made him feel fragile.

"All the time. All the fuckin' time."

"It really never goes away?"

"No." Tig sniffed harshly, forcing a smile. "But you learn to cope. You learn that it ain't the end of the world and that life just goes on after death."

"Profound." She chuckled once again. "That's some deep, deep shit, Tigger. Almost made me forget about how much I wanna hysterically break down."

"Do it. That'll make me feel better about my injury."

"Your self-inflicted injury." Isla stated knowingly, but she didn't clarify just what she meant.

Because it could've been an array of things, but he liked to think that she was just referring to his little forehead aperture.

"I like it. It makes you look badass." Isla held a hand out to Tig when he pulled himself upward, and she wanted to follow suit.

"Does it make me look hot, too?"

"Absolutely." Again, it wasn't laced in a tease. It was honest, and the small smile she produced was sincere. "Be careful with it, though. Try not to get it wet or anything, because it'll dissolve too soon--"

"I've had them before, y'know?"

"Why is that so hard to believe?" Isla rolled her eyes. "You're a super scary, malicious, calculating guy when you've gotta be. But I know that you're accident prone."

He curled his eyebrow upward. "Scary?"

"Totally. I've seen you hold a gun to a guy's head." A chill impaired her, frightening her. "Shits terrifying, Tig. Remind me to never get on your bad side."

"You couldn't even if you tried."

"You think?" Her qualm was unexpected, almost challenging him as she unlocked the bathroom door and stepped into the hallway. "I think I could."

What's she playing at? She was sobbing two minutes ago.

Oh, I get it. This is her facade--actin' all care free, and shit.

Tig followed behind--every step--as she clicked along the wooden floor of the clubhouse.

"You couldn't. Trust me." He stated lowly, reaching for her hand when she stuttered a little.

Isla noticed her father next time Juice, drinking at the bar with their backs to the duo. She didn't want to see him, right now.

Talking to Chibs would've ignited whatever fucking fire inside of her that'd started to blaze out of control earlier tonight, and she'd worked hard to contain this inferno.

"What you can do, though, is turn your pretty little ass back around, and go get some rest in the dorm. It's been a long night."

She didn't refute, she didn't try to get out of it because she didn't want to. Isla couldn't bear the thought of waltzing past her father, talking to him about her tiny outburst, and resuming as normal.

Because she couldn't do that. Not tonight, anyway.

"Tig?"

"Uh huh." He responded, his eyes glued to the back of Juice's cut as he slammed yet another shot back.

Probably wondering what the fuck had gone down tonight.

"Can you stay with me?" Her retort forced his focus to land on her, and the defenselessness--sheer exposure--in her attitude.

It wasn't the simple fact of wanting to be alone.

She couldn't be alone. Not anymore.

Ringed fingers squeezed her hand reassuringly, guiding her into the back room, holding her close. Because that's what she really, truly wanted.

"'Course I can. Anything for you, Isla."

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